On this particular evening, I had to pick up my niece from swimming. I always arrived a little early to catch the last part of her sessions, and secured a front-row seat in the auditorium behind a three-foot-high solid concrete barrier that ran the length of the pool. No one could see whether you were on your phone, or if you were aroused by the attractive blonde trainer.
Usually, there were more parents in the room, heads buried in their phones, waiting for the lesson to end. However, on this occasion, only my niece (in a pink bather) and another older girl in blue were present, diligently training for a competition. So, it was just myself and her mother sitting high in the auditorium. The trainer was by the poolside, overseeing the session, while the two girls swam in the large, humid room.
I only knew the mom to say hello to, and didn't even know her name. She was fake tanned, lots of make-up, but pretty, with a nice shape and big tits, wearing a charcoal fitted training suit and pumps, no socks. I'd seen her most times. Her daughter was slightly older than my niece, eighteen or nineteen, and was a younger dead ringer for her mom. Her navy blue swimsuit with red stripes showed off her ass cheeks and shape of tits perfectly as she used a low diving board. Periodically, using the metal steps, she slinked out of the pool, water dripping off her firm arse under the stark lights. It unconsciously made me hard, and I tried not to look, but couldn't help myself and tried to distract myself with my phone.
With the odd acoustics of the place I heard her mom walking down the steps between the plastic chairs behind me. She then sat close by, two seats away, with her sweet perfume thickening the scent of chlorine in the moisture-laden air. With a perfect profile she gazed forward at the glistening water, her tight tracksuit jacket accentuate her big tits as she kicked off her pumps revealing her pretty feet.
I hoped she hadn't noticed me ogling her teenage daughter, as I tended to move my head instead of just my eyes when in voyeur mode. She moved her body to face me putting her feet on the seat next to me. "I'm Jane", she said placing an arm across the back of chairs.
I introduced myself and we got to talking. I tried not to look as she massaged her feet with perfect French pedicured toes, and natural colours that enhanced the contrast between her nail bed.
"I don't jog as often anymore," she explained, "My feet are killing me," she added.
I was momentarily distracted when I saw my niece, who appeared a little under the weather, leaving the pool with the trainer, who gave me a reassuring nod.
With Jane's daughter still diving, all of a sudden I felt a foot on my crotch.
"A semi, I thought so," Jane said, "Was it porn on your phone, my feet, or my eighteen-year-old making you hard? You fucking cocker sucker." Using her tongue to poke out her cheek, she simutaneously moved her loose fist horizontally like brushing her teeth, making it clear what being a cocksucker entailed. "Do you like tight teens in swimsuits?" I didn't know what to say, and sat there embarrassed looking down at the algae on the white barrier.
She rubbed her feet across my hardening member, "No one can see, take that cock out, there's no cameras in here." Jane said, with a sly grin. "Or I'll tell the trainer you've been taking photos of my daughter."
I didn't fancy another investigation, so I willingly unzipped my jeans and I took out my half mast cock. "Look at that," Jane said, "a nasty pervcock." For a moment I thought she knew of the encounters with the teen and woman in the park, the one with a bear tattoo on her back. But it had to be a coincidence.
