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:
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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.org/~emitsuruta/