Swimming Teachers Can Be More Than Friends ? Part 3

I followed Fran from the Y to Jimmy's. We parked next to each other and went in, waiting by the front door to be seated. Fran had on a short sleeve cotton shirt that I could tell covered her bare chest. That she wasn?t wearing a bra was obvious to me because I could see the outline of her nipples against the material. Below her blouse, she wore a denim skirt and flip-flops. I had decided to go commando, wanting to get out of the Y as quickly as possible. I had just stuffed my underpants and undershirt in my gym bag and pulled on a pull over t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting shorts. "Sally just wouldn't leave," Fran said. "I know," I responded. "I was waiting around the corner hoping she would just take off, but after a minute or two I figured I might as well just shower off and get dressed." Fran said, "That asshole just stood there talking to me the whole time I was showering and getting dressed. You should have seen the look on her face when I put on my blouse without a bra. I wonder if she's a lesbian. She seemed to like looking me over while she talked." ?Maybe she is. Have you ever tried it?? I asked. Just then a waitress came over and asked, ?How many?? I held up two fingers and she led us to a table near the back of the bar. It was a booth really, with a curving bench seat. Fran and I slid in from opposite ends and met at the far side of the table. As we got closer, her skirt rode up and I got a lovely view of the soft blonde hair that covered her snatch. Apparently, she was going commando the same way I was. ?Can I get you started with a drink?? the waitress asked. Fran looked at me and said, ?I know what I?m going to order, do you?? ?I?ll have the burger special, medium, and a beer,? I said. ?That?s exactly what I?ll have too,? Fran added. The waitress took off and I took Fran?s hand in mine. Her fingers were lean and her hands were strong, much like the rest of her body. ?Well?? I asked. ?Well, what?? ?You didn?t get the chance to answer me at the door. Have you ever tried it?? ?What, you mean tried being with another woman?? ?Yeah,? I replied. ?I really don?t think that?s? No, you?re right. If we?re going to be in a relationship, I don?t want to make the same mistakes I did with my ex. He used to hold back and not tell me things and it got us in all kinds of trouble. I don?t want to hold back anything from you, just as I don?t want you holding anything back from me. So, no, the answer to the question is no. Have you ever, you know, been with or thought about being with a guy?? ?Oh, hell no,? I responded. ?Two girls together is one thing. I find that kind of exciting to think about. But two guys? That just kind of grosses me out.? ?Yeah, there is something erotic about two women being together that isn?t there with two guys,? Fran said. Our beers arrived and the waitress said that our burgers would be out in a few minutes. She looked at Fran a little strangely as she put the glass down in front of her. Perhaps she thought Fran was my mother and that it was a weird that we would be sitting so close together, but I really didn?t give a damn what anyone thought. ?To us,? I said lifting my glass. ?May our friendship grow stronger, our lives grow fuller and our bodies grow closer!? ?Good one. To us,? Fran said tapping my mug with hers. We each took a good long swig of the nice cold beer. It really tasted good after all that exercise in the pool. ?Hank, I really want to apologize,? Fran said leaning into my shoulder. ?For what, Fran?? ?I feel like I?m leading you on and you?re not getting anything in return.? ?Are you kidding me? Look at us. We?re sitting here about to get a late night dinner after having a great night at the pool?? ?Great night at the pool? You call getting told no by me over and over and then getting you all excited before being interrupted a great night at the pool?? ?Damn right I do. There isn?t a guy in here or anywhere else that wouldn?t trade sitting in a bar all night watching a ball game for what we have and what we?re going to be doing Friday and the rest of the weekend.? ?You don?t mind having to wait?? ?Fran, wait a couple of days?? I asked whispering in her ear. ?Not only don?t I mind, but I?m on cloud nine. I never in my wildest dreams thought that my wildest dreams would come true with you!? Our burgers arrived at the table. The waitress set the plates in front of us and put down a bottle of ketchup. ?Are you and the? uh? lady set?? she asked, giving Fran an awkward glance. ?My love and kocaeli escort I are perfect,? I said getting angry. ?As for you, if you want to get a tip out of us tonight , you can cut the attitude and just do your job.? ?Of course,? she stammered. ?My apologies. If there is anything else you need, please just let me know.? ?Thank you,? Fran said to the waitress. Then she turned to me and repeated herself. ?What are you thanking me for?? I asked. ?My ex would never stand up for me.? ?That?s because he?s an ass. So, what do you have planned for the last two days of the week?? As she dumped ketchup on her plate, she said, ?Nothing much. I have to get the paperwork to the chapter house on the class, do some cleaning and some food shopping so we have stuff to eat this weekend. We do want to be able to keep our strength, don?t we?? ?Absolutely,? I said. ?You know what, Fran?? ?What?s that?? I took a bite of my burger, and holding up a finger for her to wait, took a swallow of beer. I just wasn?t sure of how to proceed and I certainly didn?t want to blow what was developing. ?I need to be brutally honest with you. Is that okay?? ?No other way to do it,? she said. ?I want to be sure that? what I? are we? shit Fran, I just don?t want to?? She put her burger down, move her one hand on top of mine and slipped her other around my waist. She pulled herself close to me and gave me a very soft kiss on my cheek. ?I think I know what you?re trying to say, and it?s alright. I think you?re worried that our age difference will be an issue and you want to make sure we are going where we should be going. In fact, let me say this. Being with you and spending more than just a little time together each week is something that I have yearned to have for quite some time. I?ve thought about it and just couldn?t figure out a way of getting us together without making you think I was just a creepy horny old lady that was coming on to you.? ?I never,? I began to say. ?No, let me get this out and finish. Last week when you suggested we do the surfboard thing, and I felt your chest on me, you sent all the questions and concerns I had in my head to the bottom of the pool. I figured that I was being stupid and that all I needed to do for us to be together is to let nature take its course. We?ve known each other for four years. In that time I?ve seen a teenager grow into a hardworking, responsible and diligent young man. A man who doesn?t take guff from people and who knows what he wants. A man who with a little help and direction will be a leader in his field. A man who is just beginning on a journey to find his place. So, I determined that once my divorce was finalized from that moron I was married to, I wanted to join you on that journey. I want to be that person who sits with you on our bed and talks about our day and where things are going to go. I want to help you in your desire to succeed. Now that my divorce is final and I?m free to be with you, do you want to be with me?? ?Are you kidding? I?ve got to say, that was quite a speech. And all the things you want, I want too. And I don?t want you to think that all I want you for is your knockout body. I learned my lessons from the girls that I?ve been with. Sex may be important, but it only goes so far. Don?t get me wrong, you excite the hell out of me. But I think we have a lot more to offer each other than our bodies.? ?You?re right, we do. Let?s eat.? At about the half-way point in our meal, the waitress came to the table. She brought with her two more glasses of beer. She put them on coasters in front of us. ?These are on the house. I talked to the manager and told him how snotty I had been and he agreed that we should do this for you. Is there anything else I can get you?? ?Not right now, thanks,? I said. As she walked away, I said to Fran, ?So, you decided to go commando tonight , huh?? ?You saw?? Fran said with a little embarrassment coloring her cheeks. ?Yeah, when you slid into the booth. I said you weren?t wearing a bra, but no panties either? A little risqué for our first meal.? ?Yeah, well I?ll bet?? Fran said before slipping her hand under the table and placing it over my cock. ?It feels like you don?t have anything on under these shorts either.? Her hand moved down to the bare skin of my thigh before starting slowly back up under the shorts. She used her fingernails to rake my skin like a small claw climbing my nerves. I put my burger down and slid my hand to her soft inner thigh kocaeli escort bayan and began returning the favor. Fran opened her legs a little to ease my path and I did the same, slouching down a little to make the material of my shorts a little looser. She found my limp dick in short order and began to gently squeeze me at the base and massage my balls at the same time. By the time I had placed my hand over her mound, I was a rock in her grip. She slid her hand down and just played with my swollen helmet as I worked a finger into her. Her other hand grasped me by the wrist and she stopped me from moving. Fran turned to face me and I could see in the low light that her eyes were closed. She opened them and taking her hand off of my dick said, ?I would take you home with me tonight , but I want things to be just right when you come on Friday.? ?Do you mean that you want me to stop?? ?No, but yes. You sorely tempt me. Would you mind if I called it a night?? ?Yes, but no,? I responded smiling. ?Let me pay the bill and I?ll walk you out.? We paid and I left the waitress a twenty percent tip. The cars were just a short distance from the door and we were at Fran?s car in no time. She unlocked it and I held it open for her. ?Do you need me to bring anything on Friday?? ?Nope. Just you. Make sure your hands are empty when you get there. Oh, I want you to park by the garage and come around to the pool at the back of the house.? ?What time?? ?When do you finish up on Friday?? ?I can be done at four and to your house by four fifteen,? I said. ?Four fifteen it is.? I leaned into the car and lightly touched my lips to Fran?s. Her lips parted immediately and our tongues began to play. Once again I felt the depths of my yearning for this woman tear its way from my heart and mind to my groin. Her luscious lips and tongue played with me from the tip of my pecker to the top of my mind. I slowly spread my eyelids to find her eyes closed and sedate, secure in the emotions that were driving us both. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of her warm and wet soft lips sliding across mine, lubricated by our dancing tongues and swirling saliva. The heat and passion radiating from this gorgeous creature singed my body and soul. We had to stop now before I would need to take her on the front seat of her car. Moving to place my hand on her shoulder, her hand met mine half way. Our kiss ended as we both backed away to slowly open our eyes and find each other gazing with stunned eyes. She smiled warmly at me and I returned her glee. ?Wow,? I breathed out. ?That was hot. You?re hot!? ?You are too my love. Be careful going home, okay?? ?Would you do me a favor?? I asked. ?Absolutely!? ?I?m only five minutes from here and you?re ten. Would you call me when you get home? I want to make sure you?re safe.? ?Okay,? she said. We parted company after I closed her door. She did call me and we spent no more than five minutes on the phone that night. We could have stayed on the phone a lot longer, but both of us were tired and I think neither one of us wanted to preempt what we might talk about on Friday. She reminded me that I should go around to the back of the house on Friday when I got there, and we both hung up. I brushed my teeth and changed into a pair of gym shorts before laying down on my bed in the dark. I thought through the night, from the testing of the students to our romping in the shower. My hand went on auto-pilot and moved across my abs to my crotch. I was already hard as I thought about her naked body on the floor of the shower when I rubbed out her cramp. I remembered the feeling of her soft pussy against my knee when I knelt with her. I fantasized about lowering my hard cock into her recesses and driving it to its full length into her. How it would disappear and our flesh would rub together and deliver us a carnal ecstasy. Then I remembered how Fran had taken me into her mouth and was sucking on me as I fingered her. This is the final thought that drove me over the edge and I delivered ropes of cum onto my stomach. Five, six, seven streams of white pearls shot and came to rest on me before I had to stop. My cock head had become very tender and sensitive from being teased so often that night. With tissues from my bed stand I cleaned myself up and then took another short shower. That would be all for tonight. I was exhausted and fell to sleep within minutes of my head hitting the pillow. Friday As I told Fran, I left izmit escort work at the Y at four and was in her driveway at quarter after. I still had my speedos on. All I did when I left was pull on a shirt and slip into some flip-flops before practically racing out to my car. I had put a few clothes and my toiletry bag into a gym bag the night before and was ready for a weekend that was full of the promise of sexual delight. The night before I had gotten a bottle of wine to bring with me and that in a cooler in my trunk. I had no idea what was in store for me. I pulled on the emergency break and put the car in park. The gym bag could stay in the car until I needed it. I got out of the car, retrieved the wine from the cooler, and headed around Fran?s beautiful home for the back. Rounding the corner of the house, a vision of angelic beauty met my eyes. Fran sat under an umbrella at a patio table next to her pool. She was wearing a white bikini under a sheer white shift, had a straw hat on her head and shoes with three or four inch heels. As she stood to greet me, my eyes ran from her feet, up her well-toned and shapely legs, to the crotch of her bikini bottoms just visible under the shift, to her thin waist well over the tops of the bottoms, up to her beautiful yet covered bosom, to the elegant curve of her neck, past her perfect smile framed by luscious lips and finally rested on her cobalt blue eyes. I was frozen, unable or at least unwilling to move and spoil the vision of beauty that graced my sight. ?Why are you just standing there? Come on over here!? she exclaimed. "And I told you to come empty handed. Why did you bring that wine?" ?Fran, you look beautiful,? I was finally able to say after swallowing hard. ?Oh, stop it.? She put her glass down on the table and held her arms open to me. Approaching this angel was difficult. I wanted to run like mad, but I went as slowly as I could so that the image would be burnished in my mind. She had removed her hat and our bodies met for the first time today under a warm afternoon sun. She took the wine and set it on the table. She felt wonderful to hug. As I wrapped my arms around her, she enfolded me in hers. With our bodies pressed together I could feel her small but magnificent breasts pressing into my chest. The heels that she wore lifted her just enough that we were almost the same height. She lifted her chin from my shoulder and I pulled my head back we looked into each other?s eyes. ?You have such dark beautiful eyes,? Fran said. ?They remind me of a black onyx ring set in white gold that my parents gave me as a child. I?m having a screwdriver. Would you like one to sip on while we sit out here?? ?Sure, that sounds great.? ?Come into the kitchen with me while I make it and freshen mine up.? We turned each other loose and after retrieving the bottle of wine she took my hand and led me into her home. She went to the fridge and leaned over to grab the orange juice off the lower shelf. She kept her legs straight, spread her feet and bent at the waist. ?Fran,? I said. ?Mm,? she intoned. ?You know you don?t have to entice me anymore than I already am don?t you?? ?What do you mean?? ?Bending over like that. I?ve seen you bend over to pick things up and you never did that before, the way you kept your legs straight and showed me your ?assets?.? She chuckled and said, ?You caught that huh?? ?Of course I did. I love looking at you and believe me, I look every time I get a chance.? ?I look at you too I?ll have you know. Even more so lately.? ?It sounds like we have a mutual admiration society starting up here,? I said. ?Good, I like looking at you and I like that you look at me too.? ?So are you and exhibitionist and a voyeur?? ?As far as you?re concerned,? she replied, ?I guess I am both.? She was finished making the drinks and we carried them outside. We sat at the table next to one another and sipped from our glasses. ?Have you given any thought as to what you want to do tonight?? she asked me. ?I think you would say I?ve given fantasy to what I hope we would do tonight.? ?Yeah, I guess that?s what I?d call it too. I would like for tonight to go nice and slow. I want us to take our time and enjoy each other to the max. Do you get what I mean?? ?Yes, I do,? I replied. ?I took a shower before leaving work, but I thought that we might go inside and take a shower together and be clean for each other and then just let things go where they go. What do you think of that idea?? She smiled at me and said, ?That?s pretty much what I had in mind. I took a shower about a half hour ago, so we can skip the shower if you want.? ?Well, the water is kind of where we started together, so I?d like for us to go in the water and then shower off after that.