The Maddening Afternoon At The Swimming Pool

“Peter, is my form alright?”

I was teaching my goddaughter, Irene Anderson, the right form for swimming in the pool.

When she bent over, her behind accidentally bumped into my groin.

It felt as if an electric current had run through me.

What made me more excited was how unfamiliar she was with swimming. She floundered around until her bikini bottom fell off.

I rushed over to help her. However, she struggled terribly as she tried to hug me, and our hips were tightly pressed together.

Meanwhile, her biological father was looking at us from the side.

My name was Peter Reid, and I was a surgeon.

I was married to my wife for many years, but my private life was unfulfilling. Whenever I got intimate with her, I would feel nothing.

As a healthy man, I had a lot of pent-up energy because of this. I felt incredibly dissatisfied every single day.

My friend, Jude Anderson, had a daughter. I had been fantasizing about her and satisfying myself.

It was the only time I could enjoy release.

Jude’s daughter, Irene, had just turned eighteen, and she had a perfect figure.

She was curvy, and she had long legs. I wished I was twenty years younger, just so that I could be with her and feel what it would be like.

This weekend, Jude invited me to the public pool. He mentioned that he would bring his daughter along.

When I imagined Irene in a swimsuit, I was afraid that I would lose control.

Jude noticed that I was hesitant and said, “What are you afraid of, Peter? Irene’s your goddaughter. Don’t act like a stranger.”

I smiled in silence. He thought I had declined because I was being mindful of male and female boundaries.

Obviously, I could not tell him my true thoughts. Hence, I nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll go. I’m a good swimmer. I’ll teach Irene a few techniques later.”

When I reached the pool, Irene walked over in a bikini.

She greeted me enthusiastically, “Hey, Peter! This is my first time swimming, so you have to teach me!”

I stared at her fair skin and long legs. Her breasts were full and barely covered as I gawked.

She was standing so close to me!

How I wished I could put her legs over my shoulders and have a go.

I kept glancing at her chest while I reminded myself that Jude was just standing next to us. I should not be having such terrible thoughts.

“Alright. Just wait for me. I’m going to change into my swimming trunks.”

I walked into the changing room and put on my tight swimming trucks. Soon after, I realized I already had a reaction down there.

I turned around and saw the lingerie that Irene left behind when she had changed earlier.

It excited me.

The changing room was empty.

So, I picked up her undergarment and sniffed it aggressively.

“Ah…” I let out a long sigh. Young women always smelled great.

After I had a taste of that, I immediately put the undergarment back in its original spot.

Then, I realized there was a pair of fishnet leggings.

Irene looked so pure and innocent. I did not expect her to wear such sexy leggings.

I picked it up and licked it. It tasted just right, and desire erupted within me.

However, I had nowhere to let it out, and I felt suffocated.

After I exited the changing room, I realized there were very few people at the pool. Everyone was keeping their distance.

Irene saw me and stared directly at my swimming trunks. Her eyes were glinting with excitement.

I looked down and realized I was still having a reaction.

It looked very obvious against my tight trunks.

I was embarrassed. My face turned red as my whole body became covered in goosebumps.

I quickly adjusted my trunks before walking toward Jude and Irene.

Jude laughed and reminded me, “Peter, you should behave yourself. Irene’s here. This is a bad influence.”

Jude usually had no filter whenever he spoke to me. Hence, he was not angry at me. Instead, he was trying to make the situation less awkward.

I smiled awkwardly. Before I could explain, Jude had entered the pool. He swam very fast and quickly reached the other end of the pool.

I was just about to go in when Irene stopped me.

Her hand was very soft, and she ran it over my body.

I turned around to look at her. “Peter, please teach me how to swim. I don’t know how to swim,” she said sweetly.

Looking at her fantastic figure and hearing her sweet voice, I felt as though I was about to melt into a puddle.

Of course I was not going to reject her request.

“Alright. I’ll teach you how to leap into the water. Bend down and arch your back. Extend your arms before you. Remember to relax. Don’t be tense.”

Irene did as I said.

Her bikini was quite skimpy. When she bent down, I could almost see everything.

I could even see the crease from her rear poking out.

Burning up with desire, I kept gulping to suppress the beast in me.