We've jumped 20 years out of sequence of my life as the only unusual episode since my experience with the evil Brenda (Blackmailed by Brenda) occurred 17 years earlier than this story while I was married. AS my stories are fact-based I am checking whether the other party in that episode is still alive So, I may jump back 17 years if I can, in a story possibly entitled "Toys for the Teacher". Or I may not!
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Swimming is good for you
It had been all my own fault. At 44 years old, I should have known better than to borrow my son's 900cc motorbike anyway and then imagine I could still hammer it round the country lanes at the reckless speed I had used to ride my own motorbike 20 years earlier before I got married to a bike-hating wife who blackmailed me off two wheels with the constant refrain of "do you want our children to grow up without their Dad?". Well, our two kids had come straight away in our marriage, and had grown up, and were now both at Uni. With them away, they could continue their lives, with a Dad, but without a Mum as my wife had finally decided she couldn't continue living with a boring husband, and had walked out a month earlier to re-start her career as a teacher, which she had felt she'd had to give up to bring up the family.
So, anyway, that Sunday afternoon I hauled out the son's bike (he'd left the keys with me) and took off. Now its true you never actually forget how to ride a bike, but after nearly 20 years you can lose judgement, which is how I'd taken a bend in the road far too fast, and ended up halfway up a bank with dislocated shoulder, a couple of cracked ribs and badly twisted leg muscles, plus multiple bruises, cuts and abrasions. At that, as the ambulanceman said, I was lucky to be alive.
Fast forward a few weeks and having been advised that a good way of self therapy was swimming, I had joined a health club which had a fair sized pool. Usually around midday the pool was quiet and I could gently swim up and down in my own time without enthusiastic fitness freaks blasting quick lengths all around me. Occasionally I would be joined by one or two like minded swimmers who, for health (read slimming) were happier without many witnesses.
This particular day, a day like any other, as they say, I had reached one end of the pool and turned round so I was facing the entrance to the pool from the changing rooms. A woman had just come in and was about to climb down the steps into the water. A big woman. Now there's big, and there's big, but this lady was massive! If she was 25 stone that may well have been a considerable underestimate. She was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit which may well have been custom made for her.
Even in black it was obvious the elastic material couldn't hold in the flesh, her belly bulged way out, her huge tits must have been in some kind of underwired support as they were seperated like two mountain peaks, and her bulbous arse cheeks looked like two pregnant women in reverse. The bare flesh of her arms rippled and swayed, her monumental thighs likewise. At a guess she may have been in her late 50's or early 60's, it was difficult to say. She turned at the top of the steps, started to climb down, but gravity took over and she slid off the steps and hit the water. Now I'm not exaggerating when I say the tidal wave reached my end of the pool, because it did.
Being the proper gentleman, I managed not to stare or say anything, and when the surface settled down, I continued my gentle breast stroke up to the far end as she did the same towards me, but a few yards apart. There were just the two of us in the pool, and we continued to swim up and down, taking a break at each end of the pool. All went quietly on until the woman decided to turn over on her back and swim backstroke. That's when I nearly lost the plot, all that could be seen were the three humps thrashing along the water.
If you imagine a hippopotamus, with a great round back, and two huge eye humps partially submerged, you get the picture. Or even a bizarre variety of Lock Ness monster! When this thought hit me, I nearly swallowed a lungful of water trying not to laugh, and the grin on my face stayed with me until I reached my end of the pool. Luckily, as we were going in opposite directions, and her splashing sounds drowned out my spluttering, she didn't notice. Or so I hoped. I climbed out of the pool and went over to the jacuzzi, and settled down in the hot, bubbling water.
I couldn't help but continue to watch her from the corner of my eye as she swam a few more lengths, sometimes breaststroke, occasionally backstroke. I have to admit I was somewhat mesmerised by the spectacle. I was just about to stand up and climb out of the jacuzzi when I realised it wouldn't be a good idea. I had developed a real good hard on, my dick was pushing strongly on the front of my swim shorts.
My first thought was that this was a reaction to the heat and vibrations from the jacuzzi, and probably this had something to do with it, but I'd been in bubblers before without getting any kind of erection. Nor had I ever been turned on by fat girls, I could only think it must have been the swimsuit, holding in the flesh but giving her all the contours a man would fancy, but multiplied many times! I hunched further down into the hot water, hoping my dick would give up and go back to its usual, water-induced shrinkage!
Just then, a shadow blocked out the lights of the pool, and there she was, holding onto the handrails and climbing weightily in the jacuzzi. To make matters worse, not only was I still in a state of erection, as you might say, but the bloody bubbles stopped, which they did automatically every 5 minutes, and as I was sitting on the upper ledge of the jacuzzi wall the bulge in my swim shorts was clearly visible to her. She wasn't shy of looking, her face may have turned slightly redder, but otherwise she gave no sign of noticing anything.
The fact that with her there at such close quarters my dick, instead of subsiding actually pushed harder inside my shorts, made it obvious to me that for some reason my body was telling me what it wanted to do! I may have made a slight sound deep in my throat, but she had heard it, and looked at me directly. Surprise, followed by a slight smile, flitted briefly across her plump features, and she held her gaze, first on my face, then downwards, where it stopped for a few moments. She looked me in the eye; I imagined I could almost hear her thinking "is it me?"
Sheer madness took hold of me, without thinking what I was doing, or what the consequences could be, I reached over and placed the palm of my right hand over the bulging mound of her left tit. As soon as I'd done that, as realisation struck me, a terror took hold of me which must have been apparent in my eyes, but before I could pull my arm back, or say anything, she had grasped my hand in her meaty right hand and held it strongly against the wet material of her swimsuit.
I glanced up at her face and read hesitation, then determination as she made up her mind. With her free hand she reached out and cupped her fleshy palm over my straining erection. Without a word, her fingers began to massage and caress my bulge as I did the same to her tit. As I gently squeezed I felt her nipple harden through the material, and it exceeded expectations as it became apparent it was as large as I imagined it would be.
Neither of us said a word as we fondled each other. A sudden gust of cold air swirled round the corner wall of the Jacuzzi followed by the sound of the pool door closing. As she turned slightly towards the wall to hide the stiff nipple I sank deep into the water as the bubbles began to burst up through the hot water. Just in time, as three older ladies, of different shape and size came into the pool and lowered themselves into the water.
My dick had retreated enough for me to leave the Jacuzzi and slide into the pool, which felt icy cold after the heat of the Jacuzzi. This helped my dick to quickly shrink, so after a quick length of the pool I climbed out. I glanced over to the Jacuzzi, but it was now vacant. She had made her escape. Ah, well, it was fun while it lasted!
After a refreshing shower, I dried, dressed, and left the premises. The sudden glare of sunlight dazzled me, but I felt a large hand press a piece of paper into my hand. I looked round, knowing what I would see, but she quickly retreated back through the swing doors of the health club. I had sense enough not to follow and walked over to my car. Once inside, I looked at the paper. All it had written was a mobile phone number. Perhaps there might be more fun to come!
I waited a few minutes to see if she came out, but soon decided to go home. Once there, I made myself a cup of tea, sat down to watch some afternoon TV and looked at the paper the big woman had given me. Trying to concentrate on the programme was impossible, so I gave in to temptation, switched off the TV and range the mobile number.
A deep but definitely female voice answered. For a moment I was at a loss. How do I ask an unknown woman if she was the one who had been stroking my dick? Only one way really.
