There are some urges I seem to find it impossible to resist…. sometimes........ this is just one of those such moments, a silly thing I did once, or was it twice, I’m not telling………. I go swimming at least once a week at all times of the year and mostly in the public swimming pool or a hotel gym pool, for which I either wear my swimsuit, one-piece, or any of a few bikinis I have. I usually choose bikini just because……...
Last week I wore just such a bikini while on holiday for a week away after my exams, a red one, plain red, top with neck and back string straps and bottoms with thong ties. I always find the nearest pool and/ or gym to keep up my usually weekly exercise routines as much as possible and finding a local pool here was easy, in the leisure centre of this bustling seaside town. Yes I could’ve gone for a swim in the sea but it was actually freezing water and I opted for the indoor pool instead. I’ll go paddling on the beach another day, as for a swim, maybe, it’s have to be a hot one for me to dip into that sea.
Having changed in the changing rooms into my bikini I walked through the shower on the way into the main pool and slipped straight in off the side from a sedate sitting position. I dipped completely underwater, total immersion all at once is always the best way I think. Toes first as I grabbed a deep breath before my head submerged spreading a waves across the surface for others swimming through as they radiated out. I pulled on my goggles and started with a few lengths, breaststroke mainly, some freestyle too.
There were perhaps a dozen or so others there, mixed age, both male and female, all adults though. As time passed there were fewer till there was me, two men, about my age maybe a year or two younger, me being early twenties, and an elderly couple. There was of course a life-guard as there always is who wandered about keeping busy and glancing at the pool every now and then and basically being I suppose, a life-guard. I turned on my back and did back stroke for a few lengths and felt the water flowing like a tide over the top of my body as I stared at the ceiling, along my legs and over my hips and thighs, my tummy and chest as I floated almost effortless with effortless gentle strokes of my legs, out and in, letting my arms guide me in a clean straight line from one end to the other. I kept a leisurely pace not trying to wind any medals or suchlike.
As I swam I grew more than aware of the way the water seeped into my bikini, underneath the elasticated hems of the top and the bottoms. It flowed easily between my bare wet legs in rushes as I stroked the water. The harder I pushed the more intense the wash of water across my body. I also noticed my nipples were more than a little pronounced beneath my top and I knew why as I found myself, as I often do at the most inconvenient moments, becoming aroused. Or at least keenly aware of the sensations the water and ripples and whooshes of water were having.
Having reached one end I rested for a few minutes bobbing chest high just above the water line and looked down seeing my nipples still pretty obvious through the tight elasticated material of my bikini top. I love water and how it feels and makes me feel, in the shower, or bath, and it seems even here in a public swimming pool. Water has a certain sensuality having the sometimes inconvenient habit of arousing certain emotions and feelings within in. Today it seemed was no exception. I looked up ready to start another length in backstroke when I saw both of the guys staring in my direction and saying something to each other, but in a way hoping they wouldn’t be noticed by me.
What were they saying, I wondered, and more importantly what has attracted their attention? I think I had an idea, and it didn’t help that I was already experiencing a heightened state of arousal within myself which I would’ve been able to suppress had it not been that I noticed them looking, and I was sure also at my more than usual prominent nipples making themselves more noticeable through my top.
This definitely became one of those ‘couldn’t help myself’ moments as my mind raced and started to get ahead of any sense of my own decorum and credibility. Not that it would matter as no one knows me here. I rearranged my top adjusting the strap that went around my neck and the cups to ensure appropriate coverage. Phew! I thought I was still 'decent', all apart from my nipples which had against my will become more erect through the wet material. It was crazy as it was making me feel stupidly daring, daring enough to do what I did next. While adjusting one cup I pulled it slightly more carelessly and as I did it revealed a bit of my light brown aureole and just a little of my now erect nipple. I didn't dare glance up as I did this stupid bold thing and tried to remain as natural and nonchalant as possible, making them think I hadn’t noticed their glances from not far away.
I ventured an ever so rapid glimpse their way hopefully not enough for them to notice as I made it casual as though I wasn’t even focused on them just to see if they were looking. They were definitely looking. Still with my stupid-head on this just emboldened me more and was tempted to maybe reveal a little more, small though they were.
I turned with my back to the pool facing the side and heaved myself off as fast as I could into the lane on my back with a huge whoosh of water thrown out from me deliberately and feeling the water now washing over and definitely into my bikini top and bottoms and between my legs. I looked to see my 'carelessly' rearranged bikini top and as I’d left it slightly askew it had pulled a little more down exposing yet more of the giveaway brown shade of my nipple, and actually I’d noticed one of my nipples completely even though the top was still covering the rest of my boob. I knew they were watching as I swam within 2 metres of them and past them slowly on my back, closing and then kicking out and apart my legs propelling myself to the deeper other end. By the time I reached it I was breathless, partly with the swim and partly with the thrill that coursed through me at being so bold, and partly from the way the water played across my skin and found its way easily under my bikini to more sensitive areas.
I’d let my top slip, just a little and when I reached the other wall at the deep end I let my body lower into the water to my neck paddling to stay afloat there, reached around the back of my neck and retied it to be ever-so slightly less tight and therefore perhaps less supportive and more likely to slip again.
Once more I faced the pool wall and this time eased slowly away pushing my legs creating another wake on my back stroked across its surface. This time I felt and knew for certain the water and whoosh had almost kind of grabbed at my top and caused it to slip this time probably more than the last length as the waves not only washed over my usual exposed sin parts but I definitely felt them almost caress over my nipples, both now a little revealed and out of of their usual hiding place in the cups. And yes, they were looking, a quickie glance from me proved to me they were. I kept swimming under the pretence I hadn’t noticed my slip. They were looking, furtively but definitely fixed on me as they lingered now sat on the side of the pool. I felt with each backstroke my body and yes my breasts breaking the surface. I started to I was being insane doing this, but another side of me kept me doing it as both of my nipples were no longer covered up and were being openly-tickled by the water.
I loved the feeling, as I kept a slow pace past them knowing full well what they were seeing and what I was willingly giving them. Just then one of the vanished, down under the water and I suddenly felt a wake beneath me come and then go, and then he appeared at the other side and then I knew he’d just swum directly underneath me also wearing goggles and probably I imagine making sure he could look up at me from below. Then the other dived and did the same, a rush of water beneath me within inches of my skin and buttocks and soon appeared on the other side.
It seems we were now playing some kind of game that they didn’t know I was aware of. Unless they had worked it out too. I carried on backstroke across the full length knowing my nipple was clearly showing until I reached the other side and decided to do it once more and then I’d get out.
Sometimes when I push off too hard my bottoms might slip down an inch or so, but usually in an instant I pull them back onto my hips without a thought. This time though because I again was still wearing by my stupid-too-horny-for-my-own-good head I loosened the thong on one side and then pushed off again. Sure enough I felt my pants loosen slightly just enough to know they had come down a little way down my buttocks and my hips though not enough to find me completely flashing all my bits. Just then they both vanished again underwater and I saw out of the corner of my eye them swim under me and this time linger a bit now wondering what I was thinking as now I knew they’d see where my bottoms had lowered slightly showing more of my buttocks than usual!
I braved it out and kept swimming backstroke when they emerge again on the opposite side still watching me and my slipped bikini top as the water rushed and ripples and eddied across me. Once at the other side I thought now is the time to get out before I get myself into more trouble, time for some discretion I thought. I hauled myself up onto the side feeling the water trailing off me again threatening to pull down my bikini bottoms but this time, having finally subdued the stupid and overly horny side of my brain I’d retied everything so as to not make a total exhibition of myself. Of course I couldn’t do much about my erect nipples proudly announcing themselves still through the red material. I headed for the changing room with my back to the two men untying my top as I went but making sure it didn't come off completely until I was safely in the changing rooms: I wasn’t feeling quite that stupid that day.
© Emmaleela 2017
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