| Undine Undine in Greek myth, a water spirit, sprite, or nymph. As the last of my class are leaving the water, Joe, one of the pool attendants, yells to me, "Call for you Sue!" I splash through the poolside puddles into the office and pick up the handset that he's left on the desk. "Hello Sue Harding speaking." The voice that replies is cool and cultured. "Ms Harding? You don't know me. My name is Marsha Flint, Becky Mariner gave me your name and where to contact you. I'd like you to teach my daughter how to swim." I taught Becky's two sons to swim so word of mouth is getting me more work. "Of course Mrs Flint, how old is your daughter?" "Cheryl will be twelve in two months time." "Fine then, I have a novice class with room for a begginer so if you'd like to bring her here next Tuesday I'll enrol her." Her laugh is like ice tinkling in a crystal glass. "I'm sorry Ms Harding but Cheryl and I both think she would make faster progress if she was taught one on one, you do teach privately, or so Becky told me." "Yes Mrs Mariner but the pool is booked up for some time and even when it's available for private hire it's quite expensive." Her words brush aside my arguments but also send a faint frisson of unease up my spine. "That won't be necessary Ms Harding, the house we've just moved into has its own pool, not Olympic size of course but I'm sure that won't cause any problems." It's an opportunity I can't afford to turn down so we exchange phone numbers and Email addresses, and, against the inner voice that urges me to caution, I accept that I'll be visiting the Flint residence and teaching young Cheryl to swim. I just hope mother isn't a hoverer. There's nothing worse than a parent at poolside unsettling a child with their comments and opinions while I'm trying to teach. When I do make contact with Mrs Flint I add 25% to my normal fees for private swimming lessons as an experiment. I should have been greedier since mother never bats an eyelid. I've a feeling that double the charge would have been agreed to instantly. Monday the third I'm off to take Cheryl's first lesson. I toss my sports bag containing my towels, a couple of costumes, robe;goggles;and swim caps;into the back of my battered old Land Rover and set off for the Flint residence. Their home is way out from the city centre and in an area I really don't know well but as I drive further out I begin to realise just what zone I'm heading for. People call it "Millionaires Row" so if they've just moved in around here I probably could have trebled my fees and they'd never have twitched. So when I reach "The Eyrie" I'm ready for quality but even allowing for that I'm taken aback. A detached home completely surrounded by a high stone wall topped by the discreet metal cases that are motion detectors for a sophisticated alarm system. Solid iron gates are closed and CCTV cameras monitor them. Bloody hell I think, how do I even get in here? Then I notice a grilled box on the wall with a push button marked "Call House". Heaving open the creaky door of my ancient vehicle I press and hold it down speaking into the mesh of the microphone. "Hello Mrs Flint. Sue Harding here for Cheryl's lessons. How do I get in?" The voice that replies clearly isn't Marsha though it shares the same silky tone. "Mother's not here Ms Harding. This is Cheryl, I'll buzz the gate open for you. Straight up the drive and you'll see the pool to your left. Go right in and I'll meet you there soon." I cruise up the graveled driveway and as it bends slightly the pool comes into view. My Lord it's not open to the weather it's covered in a frame of stainless steel and tinted glass. I'm impressed by it until I see "The Eyrie". There's really big money in this family! The house looks like something a Holywood superstar might live in and I can't even begin to calculate how much this mansion must have cost. Pulling up outside the pool house I drag on the handbrake, and, picking up my sports bag;head into the classiest private pool I've ever been near. I don't lock "Old Bessie" my faithful car since I doubt anyone round here would bother stealing anything less than a BMW. Even if they could get into this fortress. Inside the glass and steel shell all is quiet except for the faint lapping of the water in the blue tiled pool. At one end is a line of small changing rooms so I head over there and strip to change into my swim suit. A simple black one-piece outfit. I allow myself the luxury of admiring myself in the mirror on the wall. Forty five years old but you'd be hard pressed to guess that. I'm curvy with a light layer of fat over solid muscle. Five foot nine inches tall makes me look a little slimmer than I really am. My skin is very pale while my hair is coal black and cropped as short as it can be without it being a crew cut. Not a wisp of hair on my pronounced vulva though. I've never understood why some women let a tangled jungle grow around their sex, shaven smooth is so much more comfortable. And sexy! After wriggling into my costume and picking up my goggles and cap I go to poolside to await my pupil. There are a number of seats scattered around so I settle in one and remain patient. When a voice speaks from behind me I realise there's another entrance to the pool house. "Ms Harding I'm Cheryl Flint." Turning I suck in a sharp breath and my worst fears are realised. I'm here alone with young Miss Flint and my self control has to be total. She's certainly tall for her age, perhaps only four or five inches shorter than me. A lot of her height is in her long and elegant legs while her body is slim. Though small conical breasts are clearly outlined beneath the thin cloth of her swim suit. Her hair is almost as short as mine but it's a shimmering silver-gilt hue. Green eyes and fair freckled skin complete a stunning package. She's chosen a one-piece costume where a less sophisticated child would maybe have gone for a colourful bikini. The classically cut sky blue outfit flatters her slender body and my gaze is drawn to the pronounced swell of her large pudenda as the first uneasy twinges of my weakness flickers through my vagina and I'm damp before I even enter the water. I hadn't thought to be alone with temptation in the form of a lovely pre-teen. Where is mother, father, or the domestic staff? I've given in so many times in the past but this time, I tell myself, I'll be strong and take no chances. Dragging myself back to business I begin the lesson. "Call me Sue, Cheryl, Ms Harding is too formal. Is your mother here? I'd like to talk to her." Smiling she shakes her head. "Sorry Sue there's only you and me here today, mother won't be back until late this afternoon." Oh God I'll really have to fight hard and behave myself. "Okay Cheryl lets get started then. Tell me, you're nearly twelve, why haven't you learnt to swim before? Are you afraid of the water? Don't you have swimming lessons at school?" She wrinkles her nose, probably the only thing about her that isn't elegant. Small and snubbed. Also damned cute! "Sure Sue we have school lessons. Scared of the water? I don't think so." But I've seen a flicker of something in her eyes. "Cheryl did somebody do something stupid to you in the school pool that's frightened you? I'll tell you about myself. I'm forty five and didn't learn to swim till I was thirty nine. Now I teach people to swim. I never went near the water for years because I had a lunatic teacher at school who used to push kids into the pool for laughs." I've hit the bulls-eye. Some idiot's done something to scare her away from learning to swim. "Let's get you into the pool, put on your cap and goggles and pop in, as tall as you are you'll be fine." The first thing I have her do is hold the pool rail and dip her head completely under the water and hold her breath for ten seconds when I tap her back up she comes. Then twenty next thirty. She's fine with that so I can now get down to basics. "Hold the rail with both hands Cheryl and just let your legs float up, as they come up lower your head and let it go under the water then relax and float." At first she struggles so I ease one hand under her legs and give her a slight lift. I let her practice this move until she seems confident and at home in the pool. Then one hand slips off the rail and she turns sideways and thrashes nervously. As I clasp her legs I somehow find one hand has slipped between her slender thighs and it's trapped, touching her silky skin. For just a moment, through the thin cloth of her costume, I can feel the taut outline of her tightly folded labia. My face flushes, my nipples harden, then the familiar dark excitement begins to throb deep inside my vaginal canal. After steadying her into the float position again I dip my hot face beneath the cool water to hide my shakiness but my nipples, punching through the elasticised fabric, show their arousal. I hope she's too occupied to spot the effect her slight body is having on me. I work with her on the floating manoeuvre until she's happy with it then move on to teach her how to regain her feet in water, within her depth. Slowly my body calms itself, one accidental touch to her forbidden zones can be ignored and forgotten. I give her a break after a while, working in the water is hard and tiring, more so for a slender child like Cheryl. While we sit by the side of the pool I draw her out. Two classmates had held her under the water at school swimming lessons explaining her failure to feel confident in the water. I'm sure I can ease her qualms now I know the root of her problems but disconcerting for me is the sight of her small hard nippled breasts through the thin, wet, fabric of her costume. Again I battle my old temptations. Around noon I call a halt so we can rest and take a light snack. Cheryl invites me up to "The Eyrie" to dine in the kitchen but before setting out she peels off her costume without a hint of embarrassment while she towels herself dry. The sight of her naked body stuns me and my knees go weak. Her breasts are high and firm. Her nipples, small and pink, are hard and erect but my eyes are drawn to her immature sex. Her delicate labia are tightly pleated and her vulva is as smooth as a peach and as she turns her pale buttocks are round and tempting. Again my control wavers. "Just wait while I get out of my suit Cheryl and we'll have that snack, not too much because we'll be back in the water soon." Hooking my thumbs under the straps of my tight costume I peel it off while holding her gaze. Cheryl stares at me with open curiosity. "I can't believe that you're forty five Sue your figure's fantastic." This innocent and honest comment makes me look down at my hardened nipples and thank God that the water trickling down my body hides the dew of lubricating precum forming on the now slightly puffy lips of my crease. One last glimpse of Cheryl's pronounced vulva and she's swathed in a large and fluffy towel while I slip on my robe. The kitchen of "The Eyrie" probably costs as much as some peoples entire home. Chrome steel, ceramic tiles, an incredibly expensive looking set of kitchen furniture and domestic appliances must have cost a fortune. But admiring how it looks, as Cheryl heats soup and makes toast, gives me the chance to calm my appetites and breathe easy again. While we snack Cheryl tells me about herself, her school, her friends. Jokingly I ask her if she has a boyfriend. A wrinkle of that cute little nose and a smile that shows her braces as she answers without hesitation or qualms. She attends an all girl school and neither has or wants a boyfriend, she tells me she thinks she's too young for dating but she has an impressive list of girlfriends from her school. Karen, Jasmine, Laura;Simone;and Felicity all get mentioned and I learn their qualities. Good and bad. It strikes me that cheryl seems old for her years and sophisticated beyond other children I've taught in the past. Perhaps a wealthy family and a private school have polished her like a jeweller polishes a gem. She's gorgeous and attractive in so many ways but all seems normal now as we return to the pool for the afternoon's lessons. Soon enough I'm towing her across the pool while she holds position nicely, legs high in the water and head down. Later I try her on gliding, pushing off from the floor of the pool, hands held before her like an arrowhead so she can cleave the water and reach the other side without touching bottom. By the time she begins to tire she can glide from one corner of the pool to the other without her feet touching down so I decide to call it a day before fun becomes more like hard work. "Enough for today love we'll continue tomorrow." "Cool Sue! I've really enjoy things." As she climbs from the pool she sheds her costume again, this one is jade green and even briefer than this morning's version. I notice, as she moves out of the pool, she's showing a decided limp to her right leg. "Are you all right love? You're limping. What's wrong?" "I've hurt my thigh Sue, it feels sort of tight." She might have pulled a muscle, a full day's swimming lessons is hard on somebody who's not tried it before. "Come here love and let me check you out." Naked, Cheryl sprawls out on the tiles at poolside as I place the fingers of my hand on the muscle just above her knee. "There?" "No higher up." My hand moves to mid-thigh. "There?" "No a bit higher." My hand is now at almost crotch level. "There?" "No." "Then where love?" Clasping my hand in her slender fingers she guides it onto the tight crinkle of her pale pink labia, pressing it firmly against her heated skin. "Just there feels good Sue." As so many times before my restraint vanishes like mists in the morning sun. When did she decide to attempt my seduction? When she first saw me? When she saw my naked body? I was right when I thought she was old and sophisticated for her years! Karen, Jasmine, Felicity and the rest of her girlfriends, how many of them have gazed at her with the same aching need and desire as I now feel for her? With my eyes I devour the body of my naked undine, dewed and sparkling with beads of water, then move to satisfy both our raging passions. Lowering my head to her firm little breasts I take one perfect nipple into my mouth and engulf it with hot saliva. Trapping it between my teeth I flick it with the tip of my stiffened tongue while my hand cups and caresses her other breast then wanders down her flat belly. Touching and teasing the silken flesh I feel her begin to writhe beneath me. I kiss her lightly on her soft lips which part to allow my tongue to enter and slither over hers. Her own tongue meets mine and wraps itself around mine with surprising skill and agression then I tear my lips from her mouth and kiss a wet trail down her slender body. Breasts, her rippling belly, then I'm kissing and stroking the velvety flesh on the insides of her thighs. She shows no restraint as her body twitches and trembles. Cupping my hands under her small rump I raise her slightly as my lips and tongue drop to her dampened crease. My rigid tongue slips between her outer labia as my lips kiss and suck at her oozing pussy. Her juices are running freely now so I sample her sweet cum cream letting it flood my mouth as her words fade to noises that I'm barely able to think about as my own excitement burns higher. "Oooohhh! God! Aaahh! Cumming!" Even as my own passions and desires flare hotter and wilder it seems strange to hear groans of lust from this child's mouth. Her body reacts like a woman grown as her climax approaches. Suddenly the flexing of her belly re-doubles and her thighs quiver then spasm. Her hips heave up at me and her hands lock on my cap of black, silky, hair. Probing her flooded canal even harder I find her small but swollen clit button and assault it with lips and tongue. I've pushed her over the edge into a thunderous and prolonged series of cums that wrack her nymphet's body and my mouth and face is drenched with her spurt of creamy juice from her massive orgasm. Her screams of release echo and re-echo around the pool as I hang onto her shuddering hips and continue to ream her gaping pussy with my willing tongue and fingers. At last she's sated and satisfied as she slumps flat while I gently stroke and caress her trembling body as she comes back to herself. Once more I've surrendered to my desires for a pre-teen child and maybe I'll re-make my vow never to do it again though deep in my mind I know I'll never resist these sweet little flowers. Now my own needs become paramount. Freeing myself from her hot flesh I lay back then spread my thighs. My throat is too thick to speak what I want and need. I gesture vaguely at my little temptress and make a soft sound deep inside me. Rising she moves towards me, her crotch and thighs are smeared with the creamy stains of her orgasms and her eyes burn hot as she kneels at the junction of my thighs and bows to my boiling sex. With thumbs and forefingers she peels back my puffy outer labia then slips her stiffened tongue between the wings of my inner lips. Raging heat begins to explode inside my throbbing vagina while her mouth clamps onto my soft and soaking flesh. Then my body spasms as she thrusts her fingers deep inside me, and, curling them slightly, reams my sex while she gobbles the cum streaming from my wide stretched cunt. I'm floating, blissfully, closer and closer to a mighty climax when she stops dead! For a second I just moan, then, opening my eyes, I look up at Cheryl's face. Drunk with lust we gaze into each others eyes then she returns to taking me to the heights again. I'm hanging, almost paralyzed with need, on the edge of cumming when she surprises me once again when she forces two fingers from her free hand into my puckered arsehole to the third knuckle. I scream and my body explodes into it's final climax. Forcing my thighs even wider apart I feel a massive pressure low in my groin and then I squirt, hugely, like a fountain, full into her feverishly excited face and mouth. Spraying my hot and silky love juices over both our bodies I slip, briefly, into oblivion as her mouth and fingers drive me insane with pleasure. When I come round I feel Cheryl's satin body glued to mine with our drying pussy juices, a warm glow simmers between my thighs and I know I've just had the most fantastic sex I've had in years. Cheryl has left me spent, totally sated, at least for now says a tiny voice at the back of my mind. I guide us back into the pool to rinse off the cum splatter that stains us both, no words are needed between us, what we've just done has been sheer bliss and perfection. But time has passed in a flash and we have to be redy for Cheryl's mother to return. When Marsha Flint, a more voluptuous version of her slender daughter arrives, Cheryl and I are seated, fully clothed, at poolside. "Ms Harding! How have things gone? How has my daughter done?" I look across at Cheryl, pale pink lips curved into a faint and secretive smile, and consider my words before speaking. "I've taught Cheryl a lot today Mrs Flint but there's a lot more for her to learn. I'm looking forward to the next lesson with her and showing her all I can teach her. I'll be back tomorrow." I also wonder what little Cheryl can teach me and behind her mother Cheryl's smile is full of promise and pure lust! |