The last class we had at the Y a week ago was the flotation device chapter and the night ended climatically for both Fran and me. Tonight was the water test. We only had seven people in the class after two flunked out on the written test the night before. Two girls and five guys were left. Fran had made my job very enjoyable this year by always pairing me with one of the female students to demonstrate holds and releases. Having a nice young tush pressed against my groin for a period of time made for some interesting times. This was especially true since I always wore my red spedos and they demonstrated that I am a “grower, not a shower.”
“You all know what we’re here for,” Fran said to the class. “Hank and I have made a list of rescues and who we want to make them. He and I will have a quiet word and then I’ll call out one of your names and tell you what we want you to do. Each test will involve at least one release and then the rescue. Any questions?”
No one had a question, so we started the test. I was in the water for almost two hours pretending to struggle and escape or entrap my rescuers, but they all passed with flying colors. At the end of the night, I was exhausted and as glad as the students that it was finally over. Fran and I sat on the edge of the pool discussing the night and calling “Good night” to each of the students as they left the building.
“You did really well tonight,” she said
“Yeah, but man, Frankie almost killed me on that rear head hold release,” I said.
“But it was a good test and we know that we taught them well.”
“That we did. I hope they all get jobs for the summer out of this.”
“I’m sure they will,” Fran said. “The thing that bothers me the most is that we don’t have another class together for almost a month.”
“That bothers me too, Fran. Can we, I mean, can I see you between classes?”
“Tell you what, let’s get cleaned up and we can go to Jimmy’s place and get a drink and talk about it.”
“But, aren’t you worried?”
“The divorce is final. I don’t have to worry about anything anymore,” Fran said.
“That’s great! Congratulations. The drinks are on me then!”
“Sounds good to me. Let’s leave this stuff in here until we get dressed and then we can take it with us to our cars.”
“Good. I want a nice hot shower. Being a victim is a real pain.”
“Yeah, I want a shower too. It’s the only way to get the smell of chlorine out of my hair,” Fran said.
As I stood, I lost my balance and almost fell into the water. Fran caught my arm and pulled me to her, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“All that time in the water just made me a little tired I guess. I was just a little light headed.”
“Do you feel okay now?”
“Now that I find myself in the arms of a warm and beautiful woman, I’m fine.”
Fran pinched my butt and released me. A soft smile crossed her lips. She then took my hand and we began strolling toward the back of the building and the entrances to the locker rooms.
“You really do love swimming, don’t you?” Fran asked as we walked hand in hand.
“I really do. The water is something I’ve always enjoyed. Ever since I was a little kid, I would spend as much time at the pool as my parents would let me.”
“Have you ever done it in the water?”
“You mean have sex?” I asked.
“Yeah, have you ever?”
“No, I mean, last week with you right down here in the shallow end was the closest I’ve ever come.”
“I see the way the girls look at you,” Fran said. “You mean to tell me you haven’t taken advantage of the way they throw themselves at you to have some fun in the water?”
“Believe it or not, I haven’t had or even dated any of the girls from here.”
“Not one?”
“Nope. I had my high school girl friend, but we broke up last fall. I told you. You know all about that,” I said.
“I remember. I just thought you might have, you know, had somebody since.”
“Nope,” I said as we came to the locker rooms. “See you out front, okay?”
“You bet,” Fran said as she let go of my hand and went into the ladies locker room.
I went through the shower area and to my locker, retrieving my soap and shampoo. Getting a towel out of the clean towel bin, I went back into the showers and started one up. As I waited for it to warm up I stripped off my speedos and hung them on the faucet handle. The shower got hot pretty quickly and the hot water on my naked body felt great. I had just finished rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard her.
“Ow! Oh shit! Hank, help me!”
I could tell Fran was in real pain. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my waist as I carefully ran across the wet tiles, out of one locker room and into the other. Fran was writhing in pain, clutching her right thigh and hamstring. She was on her side on the floor of the showers with her shower raining down on her naked body.
“It’s a cramp. Oh, God, make it stop!” she called.
I knelt beside her and began massaging her leg. Her hamstring muscle was as hard as a piece of iron. I’ve had those cramps and know they hurt like hell.
“Roll on you back,” I commanded her.
She did as I instructed. That let me kneel between her legs, lift her leg onto my shoulder and press down on her knee to keep her leg straight. I kept pressing on her knee with one hand as I kneaded her muscle with the other. The cramp started to subside and I was then able to drink in the full beauty of her nakedness lying before me on the shower floor.
Her wet hair fell back away from her gorgeous face. Eyes closed, she breathed sighs of relief through slightly parted pouty lips – lips I had kissed for the first time just a few days before. Her chest heaved, displaying perfect breasts with their caramel colored nipples. They stared into my eyes as I returned their gaze. I so wanted to release her leg from my grasp and move my hands to her chest to feel her soft yet unyielding tits and roll her nipples between my fingers. Her belly rose and fell with each breath. Her hands fell away from her navel and came to rest on the shower floor as if encouraging me to continue my mental inventory of her glorious assets. Her muscled tummy slowed its heaving as the pain subsided. Fran’s neatly trimmed snatch lay just inches from my massaging fingers and hard knee. The shower continued to rain upon us.
I lowered my ass onto my heels taking some of the tension off her leg. My stiffening cock was hidden by the now thoroughly soaked towel I wrapped around myself. As I came down, my knee moved forward and pressed against Fran’s cunt. Her wonderful nest radiated a heat of desire. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the blonde tuft of hair pressing and beginning to rise and fall against my knee. Fran’s thin hips slowly lifted and fell. Once, then twice, she began a rhythmic dance of erotica.
“Hank,” I heard Fran say, shaking me from my reverie and carnal hypnosis.
“Mmm,” was all I could manage to get out of my throat.
“I so want you to fuck me, but not here, not on this cold tile. I want it to be warm and soft. Can you wait a little while?”
I swallowed hard. At first, a deep breath was all I could manage. Lifting my eyes from her swelling warmth to her eyes, we gazed at each other.
Moments passed before I said, “Hell, Fran. I don’t know. You’re so beautiful and I can feel that you’re just as excited as I am. I want to kiss you and lick you and make you cum so that I can taste your juices. I want to suck on your nipples and sink myself into you.”
“I want that too, Hank. I want you.
“Then let me make you scream,” I said hardly able to contain myself.
Lowering my head to her leg I started to kiss her knee. Fran’s skin was soft and warm. Her flesh rose with goose pimples as my lips ventured to mid-thigh. She dropped her leg from my shoulder and lay before me with her legs spread open as her hands grasped my hair. She began to pull me down, leading me to origins of the scent that was beginning to fill my nostrils. The aroma of her womanhood intoxicated me. I was a wild beast and my desire was to eat and drink everything she had to offer me. Then I wanted to bury my rock hard cock into her pussy and drive her insane.
She stopped pulling me. Fran lifted my head when I was but inches from tasting her nectar. Her fingers were deep in my hair and she held my head up so that we could look into each other’s eyes.
“Oh God, Hank. I meant what I said. I do want you. But, please stop. Please?”
I could hardly breathe. I was but inches from putting my lips to hers and kissing and sucking her to orgasm. I stopped and took a long deep breath. It wouldn’t be good if I was raping her. I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She had to have a plan. I was mad with desire. I must be missing something. I wanted, no, I needed her to want me as much as I wanted her. I wanted a partner, not a sex doll. As stupid as it sounds, I needed her respect as much as I wanted her body.
“Okay, my love. Not because I want to, but because you want me to.”
“Okay. For tonight, let’s just take a shower together. I promise that we’ll be together. I promise that we’ll make love. Not tonight, but this weekend. All weekend. I want you to come to my house Friday night, and I never want you to leave.”
“Why, Fran?”
“Because I love you and I love that cock of yours, that’s why.”
“No, I mean not tonight. Why not tonight?”
“Because I don’t want to remember our first time together to be here on this cold hard floor after a cramp that made me think I was going to die, that’s why. I want to remember our first time to be on my bed, with silk sheets and soft music. I want it to start out as lazy and thoroughly intoxicating foreplay and I want it to finish with you pounding me harder than a jackhammer.”
“Now, my love,” Fran said lifting herself to her elbows, “help me up and get rid of that stupid towel. Why did you wrap yourself in that anyway?”
I stood, took Fran’s offered hand and pulled her up before saying, “Hell, I don’t know. I just reacted when I heard you yell.”
“Well, thank you. You did good. It’s all gone.”
“Good,” I said as I tossed the towel across the shower into the hamper just outside the door.
I turned to see Fran staring at my cock. She had a smile on her face like a cat that had swallowed a canary.
“I am so going to enjoy that,” she said.
“You could be enjoying it right now, tickling your navel from the inside.”
“You really think you’re that long?”
“I don’t know,” I said with a tad bit of sarcasm in my voice as I walked over to her. “Want to measure and find out?”
“We could do that. Or maybe on Friday we could test it out and see. Or maybe we could do both!”
“Let’s do both,” I said putting my finger into her belly button.
She grasped my hand with hers. Silently, Fran looked into my eyes and then placed her other hand behind my neck. Gently, she pulled my face to hers and our lips met. I swam into her silky mouth. I tasted her and drowned in her saliva. I took her into my arms and she took me into hers as our tongues explored one another. She sucked me into her mouth and into her life as our naked bodies collapsed together. My hard cock pressed into her belly. Her hands roamed from my shoulders to my ass and she pulled me closer than I had ever been before. I ate her mouth and took her tongue into me, swirling my tongue around the tip of hers as she offered it to me without hesitation. I wanted to fuck her so much. My heart was pounding and I could hear it over the sound of the shower beating upon us. I broke our kiss and slid my face to the side to suck on her earlobe and breath hot wisps of breathe into her ear. She lifted her chin and tilted her head offering her neck to me. I could see her pulse as her heart beat out a tempo of desire. I brought my lips to her neck and gently sucked and licked her tender skin.
Fran’s mouth opened and I heard her pant several times before saying, “Oh God, Hank. You turn me on so much. I want to, but I don’t. Please don’t make me anymore.”
“Please,” she said one more time before lowering her head to my shoulder.
I stopped. It was probably one of the hardest things I had ever done. I stopped and took the soap from the soap dish on the wall. Starting with her shoulders, I ran it across and down her back, massaging her with the bar as it lathered her and cleansed her skin. Fran continued to hold me in her arms as I slipped the bar down into the crack of her ass and began cleaning her. She tilted her hips and as I slid to her side she grasped my cock in her hand and began to slowly massage me.
Fran spread he legs to allow me to wash between them and then bent down and took me in her mouth. The heat of her tongue swirling around my head was giving me immense pleasure. She may not want to fuck, but she was making it awfully hard. She had already made me awfully hard. I swapped the soap into my other hand and began washing away its residue from the lips of her pussy. I played with her lips, parting them gently until I found her very hot and wet opening. Placing my middle finger on her clit and leaving the next two fingers on either side of her mound, I slowly moved my hand back and forth matching the movement of her rotating hips. She was devouring my cock. Her mouth and hand matched the timing of my own hand rubbing her swollen pussy.
“Fran, are you in here?” we heard from the front of the locker room.
We both jumped at the voice. Fran stood and I jumped back a good foot. We stared at each other with open mouths.
“Fuck!” we both whispered at each other.
I handed her the bar of soap and ran into the back hall between the locker rooms. Standing around the corner, I stayed to listen.
“Yes, I’m in the shower,” Fran called out just barely able to control her voice.
“I called for Hank in the men’s locker room, but he didn’t answer,” said Sally. “I figured you guys should have been done a half hour ago, so when I drove by on my way home from the grocery store and saw the lights were still on, I was afraid that something was wrong.”
Sally is the night receptionist at the Y. It’s normally her duty to lock up at night. But since I had the class tonight, she had left with the last of the students.
“No, nothing’s wrong,” Fran answered. “We just needed a little extra time and we’re just getting cleaned up. He’s probably taking a shower and just didn’t hear you.”
“Oh, okay,” Sally said. “Normally he can hear me when I call out to him. So you guys will shut the place down?”
“Absolutely,” Fran said.
“Don’t forget your stuff in the pool area,” Sally reminded Fran.
At this point, I was going flaccid and figured the night was shot. Sally must have wandered around a bit to have seen our paperwork and stuff by the pool. Not wanting Sally to wander through the shower and catch me hiding naked in the back hall, I quietly tip-toed back into the men’s shower where my shower was still running from before. I quickly cleaned myself off and grabbed a new towel. Once dressed, I walked into the reception area at the front of the Y and sat in one of the chairs. After a minute of two, Fran and Sally came out of the ladies locker room chatting about how well the class went.
“Hey Sally,” I said. “I didn’t know you were here.”
Sally prattled on a bit explaining herself. Fran was standing slightly behind her and lifted her eyes to the ceiling and shook her head.
“We just need to grab our things from the pool and then we’re out of here,” I said.
Fran and I went into the pool and we gathered up our things. We turned out the lights and locked the doors and the three of us headed to our cars.
Fran was parked next to me, so after saying good night to Sally, she whispered to me, “Jimmy’s”.
I nodded, got into my car and we all drove off.
Next installment: Jimmy’s into Friday.
