Swimming Lesson

A Wet Sex fantasy based on a real experience
I was a desperately horny 18– year– old virgin guy, a Private in the Military, posted at an out of the way air base. The ratio of men to women on the base was about 15 to 1. There was a small town nearby, but to attract a girl there one had to surpass both competition from the military men and all the local competition. Us ‘Pigeons’ as the local town boys called us– were highly resented for hitting on the local girls. I’m not saying it was impossible to date a woman, but although I wasn’t ugly, I did have an acne problem at that age. This certainly didn’t help when the competition was so fierce, and I was also shy knowing that I wasn’t as attractive as some of the other guys.
Drinking was a very popular pastime on military bases, especially amongst the abundance of isolated single guys. I found myself doing far too much of that, and thus decided to take up some other hobbies.
I joined the local radio station, and soon became a DJ with a Thursday night Jazz show. I joined the woodworking club and began building speaker cabinets. I also signed up for swimming lessons, as I had never earned my ‘senior’ badge, a prerequisite to lifeguard training (I had fantasies about being a lifeguard; watching beautiful babes on the beach all summer, etc. This was before the Baywatch show, which thrives on such fantasies). That is what triggered my delicious swimming lesson.
The course consisted of 12 swimming lessons, two1 hour lessons a week. We would usually have 10 to 15 minutes of theory, sometimes including a written quiz, followed by in pool activity. Occasionally we had on deck practical lessons, such as CPR, mouth to mouth resuscitation, etc. Our instructor, perhaps due to his military background, was quite firm about our being on time and participating in the theory & on deck lessons as well as the in–water activities. In fact, he blasted me once at the top of his lungs and threatened to throw me out of the course when I was only about 2 minutes late. I mention this because it has great relevance to what’s coming.
Perhaps I should backtrack a bit and explain my ‘wet’ fetish. This began at the very tender age of 6 or 7, when I was in grade 2. I was sitting in class when I noticed a girl in the row to my right and a few seats in front of me squirming in her chair. Soon she thrust up her hand and asked to go to the washroom. I didn’t think much of it until she returned. When she bent over to get around the tiny desk and back on her chair, I noticed a significant wet spot on her bottom. I was far too young to know about or to understand sexual feelings, but I distinctly remember that I was very excited knowing that she had ‘wet’ herself!
Much later, in Junior high (when I was most certainly experiencing sexual feelings, in fact more like agonizing unrequited lust), I was treated to some more titillating scenes. One was during a test. I observed a girl, one that I found very desirable, squirming around in her chair. It was quite obvious that she desperately needed to pee, but this was a serious ‘no one leaves the room until they hand in their paper’ type of test. I immediately sprang a raging hard–on, fantasizing about her losing control and gushing an immensely relieving torrent of hot pee into her panties!
This turned me on just as much as another incident, when I espied another ‘sexpot’ that I lusted after, wearing very sexy hot pants, bumping and grinding her crotch against the corner of a desk whilst looking at one of the ‘studs’ in class while she thought no one was watching. In actual fact, she was obviously so hot I think the bumping and grinding was involuntary – it was MY desk corner she was using!
To summarize, a woman’s orgasm or losing control and gushing out a desperately needed pee turn me on pretty much equally. To have a woman both ‘come and go’ at the same time is my ultimate turn on! Now, back to the situation at hand.
There was one gorgeous bone stiffening woman in our swim class course that promoted many an erotic dream and copious frantic masturbation / fantasy sessions for me. She was perhaps 25, around 5’8”, blonde/auburn haired, blue eyed, features somewhere between round faced cute and sharp boned aristocratic, with an absolutely perfect hourglass body. She also had an incredibly erotic feature, at least to my way of thinking. She had what I have heard called a ‘Prominent Mount of Venus’. More simply put, she had a very prominent pubic bone, and I mean VERY! Her pubis bulged out her swimsuit more than most men’s genitals do. Although she wore a conservative once piece suit, her pussy bulged it out so much that, between her thighs and the crotch of her swimsuit, there was at least a quarter inch of her mound left uncovered! I found this painfully erotic, but realized that she was married, probably to a higher ranking officer, thus I was unlikely to ever be able to kiss, suck, kneed, probe and ultimately FUCK her mound the way my lusting mind was demanding to do.
Well, at the start of a lesson about two thirds through the course, I was sitting in the bleachers along with the others, where we normally waited for the instructor and took the theory portion of our classes. The instructor walked in and began taking roll call – remember this guy was a hard ass military sergeant who easily forgot that this course included civilians.
He was almost done and just calling her name, Charmaine, when my object de lust came running in, a strained and frustrated look on her face. She answered his call in a timid, almost pained voice, sat down, and the lesson began.
He began by telling us that we were going to practice an alternative form of breathing resuscitation. I noticed that my fantasy lady, although very as much as beautiful and sexy as always, seemed very uncomfortable, squirming around, tensing her body, biting her lip, and looking extremely distraught. I also noticed that, although she was wearing her swimsuit, she hadn’t showered yet. Immediately my fantasies sprang to life. She was obviously running late, had really scrambled to get here on time, and had not had time to go to the washroom. That she was now desperate to go, I thought anyway, was pretty obvious, and my easily aroused virgin cock sprang to life, throbbing hard and eagerly against my Adidas shorts/swim trunks.
Our instructor announced that he needed two people to demonstrate the life saving technique. He picked her, I suppose either because she was late or simply because she was at the end of row of people on the bleachers. She seemed reluctant but got out of her seat and began walking down to the pool deck. As she left I stood up partway, attempting to surreptitiously adjust my growing erection down towards the leg of my shorts. Sarge noticed me starting to stand up, and to my delight waved me down to be the second demo person.
Our swim instructor explained that he was teaching us an alternative to mouth–to–mouth resuscitation. This involved having the drowning victim (Charmaine) lying on her back with the ‘life guard’ (me) kneeling over the drowning victim’s face, facing his/her feet. The first half of the procedure was to grasp the victim’s wrists, one in each hand, lean back and pull the victim’s arms backward high and wide, expanding the chest cavity to draw air into the victim’s lungs. The second half was to then lean forward, crossing the victim’s arms and pressing them hard into his/her chest in order to enforce/stimulate breathing.
Realizing that I was about to be kneeling over my fantasy lover with my crotch just inches above her face, and then be pressing her crossed arms into her chest, with my face only a foot or so from her oh so incredibly erotic bulging pussy mound, caused my already large blood engorged manhood to twitch, throb and expand even more. As I knee–walked myself into position over her face, I rubbed an elbow against the bulge in my shorts, again attempting to aim my cock down the leg of my shorts versus having it obviously bulging out frontward. This time I felt the tip of my cock poke out of the Adidas shorts built in undergarment. I figured this was a good thing, as the elastic of the built in undies would hold my cock against my leg, helping to hide it from our spectators. Also fortunate was that it was poking down my left leg, the side away from Sarge and the class, as I could feel at least an inch of it thrusting past the elastic leg band.
On the other hand, this meant that Charmaine would get quite a view if she happened to glance up the leg of my shorts! This was in fact almost assured as the outside ‘shorts’ parts of my Adidas were thin and brief, the garment being a midpoint between swim trunks and tennis shorts. Well, the chance had to be taken. And even as na’ve as I was, I somehow felt that a woman would not be offended, at least not to the point of throwing a fit, by realizing that a man was aroused by her looks – provided the man in question wasn’t crude and didn’t hassle her, of course.
So, we started the exercise. Sarge instructed me to grasp her wrists, lean back and pull her arms back, high and wide. He then had me lean forward (remember I am kneeling with my crotch directly over her face), bringing her arms together and down, finally crossing her wrists over her chest and pushing down sharply. He guided me through a few more repetitions, correcting angles, speed and pressure until he was satisfied I was doing it properly and that the rest of the class had observed the technique. He then told me to do five more reps then switch roles with Charmaine.
During Sarge’s guidance, I was too intimidated to think much about my sexual arousal, or to really enjoy the visual feast provided by Charmaine’s exquisite swimsuit clad body. Nor was Charmaine able to mention or display her now extremely urgent need to pee.
Now that we were somewhat alone (Sarge and the rest of the class were several yards away around the corner of the pool), my lust fuelled excitement soared. Bending over Charmaine for the first of last five reps, staring at her pussy mound bulging up a good two inches from her flat belly, caused my cock to spasm and thrust itself out further past the elastic leg band of my Adidas shorts’ inner ‘panty’. It was virtually impossible for Charmaine not to notice this, so I wasn’t sure whether her subsequent moan, thigh squeezing and pelvic thrust were due to her desperate need to pee, seeing my excitement, or a combination of the two. I hoped fervently it was the latter!
As I began rocking back for the stretch part of the second rep, Charmaine confided that she very urgently had to use the bathroom, suggesting that we take a break. While part of me sympathized with her plight, my main reaction was a surge of lust that made my cock even harder. I replied, while rocking forward on the second rep, “Hey, two down, only three to go. Then we switch around for just five more. We will be done soon, in fact we will be done ahead of the others, giving you time to go then. Besides, you know how strict Sarge is about punctuality and doing all our exercises and stuff!”
She didn’t reply to this; I assumed because one, my explanation made sense, two, she may have felt ashamed to admit just how desperate she was, and three; our ‘Sarge’ was pretty strict. This of course suited me fine, my horny virgin lust easily supplanting my guilt over prolonging Charmaine’s distress. In actual fact I am sure Sarge would have let her go, her being not only a lady in distress but a civilian to boot, but hey, when opportunity knocks…
So, feeling elated that this wonderful experience was going to continue, I crossed her wrists and pushed them into her chest, taking another longing look at how incredibly high her pussy bulged up her swimsuit, simultaneously feeling my cock throb. I think it was inevitable that she would make some comment about my obvious extreme state of arousal, in fact I fervently hoped for a comment versus an embarrassing ‘freak out’ scene. My penis is roughly average in length at 6.5 inches, but it is certainly far beyond average being also 6.5 inches in circumference. To illustrate, this means my erect penis is slightly thicker than the handle of a large ‘D’ cell flashlight. It really didn’t seem likely that Charmaine would make no comment about such a monster poking down at her; and I knew it had to be obvious as she had a clear view up the leg of my shorts as I knelt over her face.
“Well, I can see you are obviously enjoying this!”
“That’s because you are so beautiful!” I replied, lacking the experience to come up with anything more creative.
She replied, “I might be able to appreciate the flattery, if only I didn’t have to pee so badly.” I had just finished stretching her arms out and was leaning forward to complete the third rep, contemplating whether I should say something about her need to pee being an additional turn on when she added, “Just so you know, I am happily married, I love my husband and would never cheat on him, even though he has been away for the last three weeks.”
I found it interesting that she added the information about her husband being away. Not that I had any expectations of having sex with her, but it did give me a hint as to why she was accepting seeing my arousal – Charmaine was in need of sex herself! This served to turn me on even more, and gave me the courage to reply, “I understand and I am not expecting anything, it’s just that I find you so incredibly sexy that I can’t help getting turned on. I especially love the way you fill out your swimsuit!”
We were now on our fourth rep, when she replied, much to my delight, “Okay, I think I understand. Let me guess, you have never been with a woman and can’t find one, as there aren’t many available on an air base. And you do have a nice cock. Just don’t come in my face, okay!”
I was attempting to formulate a sensible reply when suddenly Sarge yelled at us, “Okay, Charmaine, Jurgen, switch positions and do five more. We both stood up, and I was getting ready to lie down in the ‘victim’ position when Charmaine told me that she really couldn’t hold it any more. I replied that it would only be a bit longer, to which she replied that she would most likely have an accident – in my face!
I don’t know where I got the gall, but I replied that I would ‘like that’. Further conversation was aborted when Sarge yelled at us, “Get on with it, you two, let’s go!”
Sometimes, once in a rare while, an asshole military sergeant can be a blessing. He was this time. Charmaine gave in, and as I lay down she squatted over me with one knee on each side of my face, preparing to do the exercise.
The view was painfully exquisite. Charmaine’s crotch was only eight inches above my face, and I could clearly see and drink in her visual delights. Many a time I had admired Charmaine’s excellent figure from afar, and painfully lusted over the bone–stiffening visage of her incredible pussy mound bulging her swimsuit out beneath her flat, taut belly. Now I was seeing her charms up close, real close. Her magnificently prominent pubis clearly stretched her swimsuit crotch well away from where it normally would have met her thighs. At least a quarter inch of her generous labia were exposed on each side, allowing several soft looking blondish hairs to curl out.
And now something new, or perhaps just something I hadn’t noticed before, never having such a close up look before, although I am pretty sure this new delight was due to our current situation. The center of her swimsuit crotch was pulled up a bit between her lips, which were slightly spread and seemed to me to be full and engorged, as if she was sexually excited. Or maybe this was because of her need to pee, or even better, both!
As she began to lean back and pull by arms up and back for the first rep, she informed me in a lower, throatier than normal voice, “I can see that you are really excited, it’s doing a bit for me too, but I really have to warn you, I could end up peeing on your face if you don’t let me go now!”
“Please don’t stop,” I replied, quite likely sounding close to begging, as this was by far the most erotic experience of my life and definitely the closest I had to come to sex, “and I’d love it if you peed on me. In fact I would probably come in my pants!”
“You are a virgin, and a very horny one too, aren’t you?” She asked, now pulling back for the second rep. I wasn’t sure if this required an answer or how to answer if so, but was spared the problem when she added, “You have a great cock too. If I wasn’t married I would love to break you in!”
This was heavenly music to my ears. I moaned in delight and couldn’t help thrusting my hips upwards in sexual need. Charmaine was just coming forward to complete the second rep, and no doubt got an eyeful of that. I also was enjoying the exquisite view of her pussy returning to hover above my face. I was sure that her lips were now even fuller and more pronounced. Perhaps it was just my horny imagination, but I also thought I could see just a hint of a bump where her clit should be. I told her she was incredibly sexy and that I wished I could kiss her pussy right now! She replied that I would get a face full of pee for sure if I did, then added “Oh God, that reminds me how bad I need to go!”
As she was pressing my arms into my chest, I heard her moan, saw her thigh muscles tense, and saw a wet spot about the size of a quarter suddenly form on her swimsuit crotch. She rocked back quickly, gasping, “I’m sorry, but I can’t hold on any longer. I have to go NOW!”
“Just one more, I pleaded,” feeling my cock throbbing and straining, being just on the verge of a violent orgasm – incredibly, without even being touched! I could hardly believe my own ears as I added, “Please, I’m about to come! Just one more and we’ll call it quits!”
I desperately hoped she would go for it, but with sinking despair realized it was unlikely she would even pee in her husband’s face, much less another man’s, and most of all extremely, ludicrously unlikely that she would do this in public. However, our loud mouth Sergeant instructor, usually feared and hated by Privates such as myself, again unwittingly did me a huge favor. Just then, he blew his whistle loudly, telling everyone to switch positions, except for Charmaine and me. He advised us to do one more, then to gather up some life preservers and bring them poolside.
I am sure Charmaine was about to bail, but was both startled and intimidated by the whistle and Sarge’s subsequent orders. In fact, I believe the whistle blast shocked her into letting another jet of pee gush into her swimsuit crotch, as I had felt her nails dig into my wrists hard at that point. She must have struggled mightily to choke off her flow, and must have been extremely frustrated at not being able to ‘go’ to the washroom immediately.
That she had squirted a significant amount more was confirmed as she rocked forward over me again. Her swimsuit crotch was now completely wet, clearly outlining her distended outer lips and now also her inner lips, pushed apart by her last jet of pee. I was certain I could make out her clit this time. The sight was so incredibly erotic and I was so close to coming that I had just about decided to throw caution to the winds and mash my face into her heavenly crotch. Just then I heard Charmaine whimper, saw her thigh muscles, belly and buttocks tense up, saw her pussy spasm and her lips twitch. I was then treated to the most glorious sight of my life. Her pussy lips actually expanded, pushing downwards and spreading apart, then the center of her swimsuit crotch suddenly glistened and bulged out towards my face. A torrent of pee, forced out at high pressure by her overextended and frustrated bladder, jetted through her bulged swimsuit crotch. I could take no more!
So fast that the stream, despite its force, had not yet hit me, I jerked my head upwards, opening my mouth and extending my tongue. I mashed my face into her gushing hot pussy. I had no chance to decide if I was actually going to swallow her pee, as her amazingly powerful torrent simply forced itself down my throat. I gulped it down without thinking, and continued to do so, but her flood was so great it spread and gushed all over my face. I loved it! I felt my so desperately hard and needy cock, still untouched; reach the point of no return. I simply cannot describe the pleasure as I began orgasm. I felt my cock shooting and pushed my face even harder into Charmaine’s hot wet sweet gushing crotch. I needn’t have bothered, she suddenly gripped my face hard between her thighs and squatted, pushing my head down to the floor, and then mashing her crotch hard into my face. She was still gushing torrentially, and I was still gulping down as much as I could while working my mouth and tongue eagerly against her pussy. Now that I was coming, I mouthed and tongued her even more voraciously. I didn’t think anything in life could be more pleasurable than what I was experiencing. To my indescribable delight, I realized my pleasure could rise still higher. Charmaine suddenly bucked and spasmed, mashing and grinding her pussy into my face so hard it almost hurt. I felt her pee stream ‘spasm’ at the same time, and I realized that she was orgasming, violently, needily, frantically and maybe even a bit greedily. I responded by pushing my face even harder against her, licking and tonguing and sucking as I hard as I could, and of course coming in great gut wrenching thrusting spurts myself!
Yeah okay, this sounds like a horny pimply 18– year– olds fantasy.
The truth is that I of course was real, the swimming lessons were real, the bone–stiffening woman was real, and, what really kept this memory alive for me, was that the resuscitation exercise I described, is also real. Even though, unfortunately, it was not me that was underneath Charmaine, the memory of her and my wish that I WAS indeed under her have stayed with me for some 20 years now. Which is what prompted me to write this tale.
My apologies to those who prefer true stories, but hey, the true part of this was exciting enough for me to remember it 20 years later. I hope all my readers enjoyed this, and if you are female, I would love to chat/meet you, and perhaps we can resuscitate each other!
‘ Martin Meadows. All Rights Reserved.