Just after my 19th birthday, my family moved to a new house in a new neighborhood. I was excited to explore the new neighborhood. I was happy that I was quickly able to find a part-time job at a local veterinary clinic and also a great new yoga studio. I still had dreams of swimming competitively so most mornings I was out swimming laps in our back yard pool at 6:30. When I woke up, I would drink coffee and immediately plunge into the pool for my ritual 1.5 km swim. After this I would have a shower and get ready for my part-time job at the vet, feeling happy knowing I had done my training and was working hard.
I'm Asian and quite petite, not as curvy as white girls, so I try to build my body up a bit by exercising a lot. My breasts are quite small, only A-cups, but I have a flat tummy from swimming and running. My butt is small but not so skinny anymore as I never skip squat day. My mum is a typical asian lady that tries to preserve her pale skin with long shirts, but I like my light brown color and in the summer it darkens to bronze.
After a couple of weeks of morning swims, I noticed my neighbor Mr Carlisle on his verandah when I was climbing out of the pool. Mr Carlisle had introduced himself to our family when we first moved in, and he was a well built white guy in his early fifties I think. He was really tanned like he was outdoors a lot.
He was sitting and reading the newspaper and when I waved at him he waved back. The next time we waved at each other and he called out, "How's the training going?".
"Fine I think, but I'm finding it difficult to improve my speed".
"I noticed your turns are a bit funky, you might be losing speed there. Hope you don't mind the feedback."
I felt myself blushing a bit and called back, "Thank you for noticing, I'll try to work on them!"
He laughed and said, "No, thank you."
I walked back inside and realized I was blushing even deeper, my face and chest were hot and my heart was racing. At first I thought he had made me feel angry, with the criticism of my turns, but then I realized my high school coach had said something similar, so maybe he was right. So what was I feeling?
Over the next month I trained hard, and I would see Mr Carlisle 1 or 2 mornings a week. When I walked out on the back deck and prepared to dive into the pool, I would always glance up at his verandah to see if he was there. But he was never there when I started swimming, only when I finished and emerged from the water did I usually see him. I found myself wanting to swim well for Mr Carlisle, and looked forward to the wave and quick chat when I got out of the pool.
I started to feel the desire for him to take more notice of me. I tried to make my turns perfect just in case he was watching me. My parents are quite traditional Asian parents, and even at 19 they still tried to control how I dressed. I would rebel sometimes but often it was easier not to have the argument and let them have their way. So I didn't own any sexy two-piece bikinis, only one-piece racing swimsuits. I went shopping and found a nice white one-piece swimsuit, with very high-cut sides, showing off lots of thigh and pelvis.
I wore my new swimsuit the next morning, but Mr Carlisle wasn't there when I looked up to wave, I felt a bit disappointed. That afternoon at my yoga class I noticed one of the other girls in the class was wearing an exercise top and no bra, her nipples were pushing through her top. I thought maybe she hadn't noticed but it gave me an idea. I borrowed my mom's dressmaking scissors and cut away the inside lining around the cups of the bikini. I slipped it on and my nipples were poking through the fabric. I liked how my small breasts were more obvious with the nipples on display, they looked a little bigger. I paraded in front of the mirror in my bedroom for a while wearing the swimsuit, wondering whether Mr Carlisle would like it. I noticed that because the bikini was white you could just see my dark bush through the material. Does Mr Carlisle prefer natural or bare?
The thought of Mr Carlisle staring at me in the swimsuit started to turn me on. I was imagining his strong hands touching me all over my body, I started to feel my pussy moisten. No, I thought, it's wrong, he's so much older than me. My parents would be devastated if they knew I liked an older white guy. So I went into the kitchen to pour some cold water, maybe that would calm me down. However, on the kitchen counter was a bag of zucchinis which my mom had bought at the supermarket that day. This set me off and my heart started racing immediately, I found myself picking one from the bag and heading back to my bedroom.
I closed the door, lay on my bed, and brought the zucchini up to my lips. I wondered whether Mr Carlisle's cock is bigger than this one, he is a pretty well built guy. I ran my tongue over the shaft of the zucchini before wrapping my lips around it, I couldn't help moaning a bit as it filled my mouth. One hand fell in between my legs and I touched myself through the thin material, moaning again. I wondered whether he would like my mouth on his cock and if I could satisfy him.
I wriggled out of the swimsuit and lay on the bed naked, touching my bare pussy and feeling how wet I was. I took the zucchini and ran the tip over my slit, I couldn't help moaning again. I gently eased the tip of the vegetable into my pussy, it was already so wet that the head slipped in easily. I plunged the zucchini deeper and deeper into my sopping pussy, deeper than I thought I could handle, it didn't take long for an intense orgasm to overwhelm me. I cried out as my pussy tightened around the shaft and I shuddered. I said "fuck, fuck", and then covered my mouth, hoping my parents were out. When I finished I was shaking, I couldn't believe how crazy this older guy had made me.
The next day I wore the white bikini again and was so happy to see Mr Carlisle when I climbed out of the pool. He was smiling down at me and asked, "How are you doing Steph?"
"Fine I think, I've been working on my turns," I said.
"The turns are looking great. Feel like a coffee? I just made a pot."
My heart skipped a beat, he had never invited me over before. I quickly glanced inside to see if my parents were awake, I couldn't see their light on yet.
"Sounds perfect," I said, hoping my nervousness wasn't obvious.
