index


Message-ID: <61205asstr$1308751802@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Emi Tsuruta <emitsuruta5@yahoo.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Subject: {ASSM} Swim Training {Emi Tsuruta} (F, exhib, voy, no sex)
Lines: 267
Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2011 10:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Swim Training By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: This is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know a bit more about me and my friends and what we've been doing, please
drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/
Around the time of the last Olympics, I went through this whole phase
where I went swimming, and tried all these other sports, dreaming I guess
that I would someday compete in the Olympics myself.  I know of course that
I'm not really that good, but anyway, it gave me something to aim for. 

Everyone needs a dream.

   I talked it over with my Chinese swimmer friend Winston, and he
recommended that I find myself a trainer, and try out for the university
swim team.  That sounded like good advice, and eventually, he introduced me
to this handsome American guy named Dirk, one of the best swimmers at
Oceanview U.  Dirk always seemed to be busy training and stuff, but we swam
at the same pool, and slowly I got to know him, and told him that I wanted
to join the team too.  At first, he just thought I was joking, but I kept
coming back day after day to practice, early in the morning until he slowly
began to realize that I was pretty serious.

   One day, when he'd just finished his laps, he sat at the edge of the
pool watching me.  He pointed out a couple of mistakes I was making,
kicking my feet off to the side, or not quite lining up my arm as I came up
to breathe.  I'd swum a lot, but I guess I'd never really taken lessons
before, so this was all new to me.  I thought it was really nice of him to
point these things out, but he didn't stay long, just maybe a half an hour
or so before he headed off to class.

   As far as I could tell, Dirk didn't have a girlfriend.  He didn't talk
about girls at least, and I don't think I ever saw him with one.  He seemed
completely devoted to swimming, almost as if he didn't have time for
anything else.  Still, he was a man.  He must have feelings.  This one day,
I finally caught him sneaking a peek at my backside, as I pulled myself out
of the pool.  I'd taken to wearing my aquamarine one-piece swimsuit, partly
because I thought it might make me faster than if I wore one of my bikinis.
That suit is fairly high cut in the leg, so you can see a fair bit of my
buttocks cheeks.  Most of the time though, Dirk was pretty well-behaved,
watching me mostly under the pretext of checking my swimming "form."

   I guess things started to change this one time when I'd finished
swimming, and went into the girls' change room to shower.  There was
something he wanted to tell me, some advice about my form.  He stood there
just outside the door talking while I showered - naked - just around the
corner.  I kept wondering if he was trying to peek in on me, but he seemed
too much of a gentleman for that.  Still, it did seem kind of strange, and
got me excited a bit.

   A few days after that, he was at it again, standing outside the door as
I showered, jabbering away about how I should try to keep my arms straight
or something.  I didn't quite understand what he was talking about, so I
wrapped my towel around me, tied it, and went out to see what he meant.  He
gave me such a look, even though I don't think he could tell that I was
naked under the towel.  I, on the other hand, was quite aware of my near
nudity especially with all the big windows the pool area has looking out
onto the street.  He kept looking me up and down, making me even more
nervous.  The towel more or less covered everything, but even so, I was
getting butterflies in my tummy.

   Eventually, he showed me what he meant about keeping my arm straight,
but his eyes bugged out when I lifted my arm straight up imitating his
movement.  I guess he thought my towel might fall off, but I was pretty
sure I'd tied it tight enough.  Once I was back in the change room, I
wondered if I should have flashed him just to see his reaction.  He did
look kind of cute when he got flustered.

   I swear, honest to god, that what happened next was a total accident. 
I'd arrived at the fitness center maybe 7:30 in the morning.  I said hi to
Ted, my old boss, as I passed the front desk, and then I went into the
girls' change room.  It was so quiet that morning.  I could hear Dirk
splashing around in the pool, but there was no sign of anyone else.  I
guess I was in a hurry because I knew that Dirk had a class that morning,
and would have to go soon.  I quickly stripped out of my clothes, and
jammed them and my bag into a locker.  Without thinking, I stuck in a
quarter, and pulled out the key, only to realize that my towel and swimsuit
were still in my bag in the locker.  Darn!  I've done it again.  I don't
know why, but I always seem to forget something in the locker after I've
already paid.  In even more of a rush now, I stuck the key back in, but the
locked was jammed.  I examined it more carefully, and realized that the
strap from my backpack had somehow gotten caught in the lock.

   I struggled with the lock a bit more, but it was absolutely hopeless. 
Even when I worked at the fitness center, we used to get people complaining
about the locks.  We'd called campus maintenance to get the lockers fixed,
but they always said it was our clients' fault for letting things get
caught in the door in the first place.  I looked around for something to
pry the door open, but there was nothing like that lying around.  I knew my
old boss Ted at the front desk had a metal strip we'd use, but I couldn't
very well go out there naked.  The only thing I could think of was to ask
Dirk to go get the strip.  Acutely aware of my nudity, I walked around
through the showers to the door to the pool, and softly called out.

   "Dirk?  Dirk?  Are you there?" I couldn't hear anything.  Oh shoot!  He
must have gone into the guys change room or maybe the sauna.  I peered out
at the big picture windows surrounding the pool looking out onto the busy
street.  It was still fairly early, so there weren't that many cars
outside, but I didn't really want to walk out onto the deck buck naked. 
Now what am I supposed to do?

   I walked back to the locker, and pulled with all my might on the strap,
but the locker door wouldn't budge.  I would have liked to call my friend
Satomi, but my cell phone was in the locker in my bag.  I wandered over to
the entrance, and I could hear my old boss Ted puttering away at the desk.
Ted had always been pretty nice to me, but he did have a reputation as a
bit of a lecher.  My only other choice was the young and handsome Dirk.

   I walked back round to the pool entrance, and stood there for a moment
gathering up my nerve.  To make matters worse, my body was starting to
react to the pleasurable sensations of the air on my naked skin.  I cupped
my breasts to make the feeling go away, but my nipples were already
swelling up.  I didn't dare touch my pussy, but I could tell from the
feeling on my inner thighs that I was starting to get wet.  Still, I can't
think about that now.  I've got to talk to Dirk, and see if he can get that
metal strip.

   Taking a deep breath, I finally dashed out onto the pool deck.  Perhaps
it was just my imagination, but it seemed like all these cars popped out of
nowhere just as I decided to streak out onto the deck.  I felt so
embarrassed, but I made my way over to the entrance to the boys' shower,
and peeked in.

   "Dirk?  Dirk?  Are you in there?"

   He slowly emerged from the showers, dressed in his blue swim trunks.  It
was probably just my imagination, but for some reason, he looked fitter
than ever, his muscles rippling as he walked.

   "Emi?  What's wrong?"

   I hid my naked body behind the door frame, but I was still intensely
aware of all the cars going by outside.

   "Don't come any closer.  I'm naked," I blurted out, not really thinking.
He looked so shocked.  I guess, like most people, he had this image of me
as a good girl, the kind of girl who doesn't do these things.  "I
accidentally locked all my things in the locker, and now I can't get it
open."

   He looked absolutely stunned.  If anything, he looked even more
embarrassed than I was.

   "Um, what do you want me to do?" he asked, his face all torn.  You could
tell he wanted to look, to see me naked, all the more so because I was out
here in the open anyway with god knows who all looking on.

   "Go explain the situation to Ted, and ask him if you can have the metal
strip we use to open the lockers."

   Dirk kind of gulped, but his eyes were on the window behind me.  I
turned my head, and sure enough, two guys walking by outside had noticed
me, standing out here naked.  They were going crazy, killing themselves
laughing.

   "Here, you'd better go back to the change room," Dirk told me more
gently now.  I scurried back over to the girls' side, my face flushing hot
from having got caught naked like that.  I dashed through the locker room,
my bare feet making slapping sounds on the cool concrete floor, my whole
body glowing hot now from the excitement.  From near the door, I could hear
Dirk and Ted arguing, and then their voices came closer.

   "Emi will never be able to get the locker open by herself," Ted croaked.
Oh my god, he's coming this way!  I covered my pubic hair with one hand and
my breasts with the other, debating whether I should turn tail, and run. 
Almost before I knew it, Ted barged right into the girls' locker room.  He
stopped short when he saw me, though, gaping in wonder at my naked body.

   "Ted!  Ted!  Don't come in!" I protested.  "Just give me the strip!  I
can do it!"

   "No, you can't!" he retorted.  "You remember that time with that girl.
You had to get Ray to help you."

   "But the girl wasn't naked that time..." I continued to protest.

   "I don't mind," he chortled, charging right past me, before turning to
check out my bare behind.  I twirled to hide it, but then Dirk appeared at
the door, unable to resist the temptation to see me naked.  With Ted in
front and Dirk behind, I didn't have enough hands to cover everything, and
to make matters worse, I was getting very, very, very excited.  I suppose I
should have pushed them both back out, or ran for cover, but in my confused
state, I just kind of gave up, dropping my arms to my sides.

   Dirk's eyes drifted down from my face to my breasts, finally settling on
the little tuft of fluffy black pubic hair between my legs.  I could almost
feel my hello kitty perking right up.  There was this faint twinge of a
smile playing across Dirk's lips, but he kept looking away, almost as if to
show he knew it wasn't gentlemanly to stare.  We were both kind of in this
daze, until Ted finally snapped me out of it by asking,

   "Um, Emi.  Which locker is yours?"

   I tore myself away from Dirk, and walked back to Ted who motioned for me
to lead the way.  Turning my back on them, I could feel their eyes boring
holes into my bare bottom.  I guess I should have covered up, but I found
it almost empowering somehow to be able to walk around naked like this in
front of them.  I hadn't really meant to show them my naked body, but now
that we were here like this, the three of us, the situation sort of took on
a sense of its own, this weird dream world where it was safe for me let
them see my most intimate secrets, my true naked self.  In a daze, I led
them to my locker, and Ted tugged at the strap.

   "Emi!  You know better than to let things like this get stuck in the
mechanism," he lectured me, his eyes twinkling as he savored my
predicament.

   "Just hurry up, and fix it, alright?" I pleaded all jittery.  The
butterflies in my tummy just wouldn't stop.  Not knowing what to do, how to
act, I kept my arms at my sides continuing to let Dirk see my breasts and
pussy.  He seemed quite taken with me, playfully examining me from this
angle and that, this self-satisfied grin on his lips.  I peered down at my
own naked body to check how I looked, but it was becoming increasingly hard
to hide my excitement.  Ted kept sneaking glances at me chortling away. 
After what seemed like forever, he finally managed to pry the locker open.

   "Emi.  You really should be more careful.  You remember all the trouble
we had last summer with these lockers." Ted definitely seemed in no great
hurry to leave.

   "Alright, alright.  Thanks.  Just get out now, OK?"

   They both continued to stare, unable to break away.  I just felt so
excited.

   "Is there anything else you need help with?" Ted teased, still looking
for an excuse to draw this out more.

   "No, no, I'm fine.  Just go now, will you?"

   Dirk finally took Ted's arm, and led him to the door, but after Ted
left, Dirk snuck back in for one last look.  I pulled my arms back to
accent my breasts, but he tilted his head to the side urging me to show him
my rear.  I don't know why, but I was so out of my head I obliged, twisting
my body to show him.

   "Wow!  Emi.  You really are gorgeous!" he beamed.  I crinkled up my lips
managing with great effort to avoid smiling.  I don't know what he was
expecting, but he looked sad somehow, maybe at my reaction, and left in a
rush without saying goodbye.  I guess I wasn't really trying to seduce him,
but I have to admit if he'd tried to kiss me at the moment, I don't think I
would have said no.

   The next day, Dirk didn't show up at the pool, and later that day, I
heard from Winston that Dirk had asked him if I had a boyfriend.  I hadn't
really told Winston too much about my boyfriend Ryosuke, but I guess he'd
heard from Fujiko, seeing as the two of them live in the same house.  I
bumped into Dirk, but he wouldn't look me in the eye, or talk to me even. I
didn't know what to make of it, but soon enough Winston told me that Dirk
had found a girlfriend.  I had mixed feelings about all of this, but I
guess if I wanted to ask Dirk out this wasn't really the right way to do
it.

   Ted continued to chortle every time he saw me, but as far as I know, he
never told anyone at the fitness center what had happened.

   In the end, I didn't make the swim team even, but it had been a good
experience while it lasted, and I haven't given up completely.  With any
luck, I'll make it to the Olympics yet.  ;-)

   Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/
   

------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+