My hot swim coach

I have always had a passion for swimming as a competitive sport. Ever since I was 6, I have been taking swimming classes. Now, at 22 and a fully developed woman, I can proudly say that I am among the best swimmers from my city, and have plenty of medals to prove that. However, this story is not about my success or passion. It’s about my coach, my coach whom I fell for.

It all began during my swimming practice. I like to continue taking classes even if I am grown and experienced because I have to keep myself warm and ready. Anyway, my coach was a lady named Victoria, whom I have know for many years now. However, when Victoria got pregnant, she could of course no longer give swimming lessons.

We had our classes cancelled for a couple of weeks before they hired a new coach, and here is where mr. Interesting comes in. Enter Julian, our new coach. A man of Hispanic ascendance who has been teaching swimming lessons and swimming professionally for years. Apparently, it runs on his family.

When I heard about him, I had imagined someone stuck up and strict, but he was entirely different. He has a very good physical build, with toned muscles under a tanned skin, contrasting his green eyes and making them much more charming. He had a thick accent that honestly, drove me crazy. He was also a good teacher, easy going and fun.

At first, we did not talk much. I was honestly afraid of talking to him, for some reason. I am never usually so scaredy around guys, in fact I am pretty confident always. However, Julian always made me feel awkward. I think this made him think I did not like him or something, or that I was not interested in talking to him or something.

One day, he was decidedly more sociable towards me. He had always had a preference in talking to me, maybe because I was the oldest in my class, and that more closely matched his age and potentially his maturity interest in someone. That day, he kept complimenting my swimming and trying to talk to me and give me tips, and I tried to be as relaxed as possible while he engaged me in conversation.

After the class was done, and I had changed from my swimsuit already, as I made my way out of the swimming academy, Julian stopped me and decided to talk to me. In that moment, I felt anxious once again, as I usually did when we talked.

He tried breaking the ice with little chit chat, then after noticing I was a bit uneasy, he decided to go to whatever he was trying to do. He asked me on a date to have dinner, and also offered to drive me. I did not know he had a car. I felt overwhelmed for a bit and did not know what to say because I was not expecting it, but after a minuted I replied to him, even though I stuttered when I talked.

I agreed to go and he seemed to be happy about it. He started to talk about an italian restaurant he really liked, and said we could go there. I just nodded and agreed to what he said, not being so sure of what to tell him. We got into his car, and when he started it he started asking me questions. He tried not to be so personal, maybe to not make me uncomfortable. He held back the questions for a bit, maybe to save something to ask me about during dinner.

The restaurant was very nice and Julian was a nice gentleman. We had different sorts of italian food, and ice cream for dessert. Julian kept asking me stuff, and this time I decided to break the ice as well by asking him some. He was a pretty complex character, with a lot of history behind him. He was also smart, something I consider a plus. Out of all his muscle and good looks, he also had a brain, which is something I like.

After the date, I tried to make him let me pay half of the check, but he did not let me and paid completely. It was not an astronomical sum but it was a nice gesture. Afterwards, he drove me home and gave me a kiss on the cheek before I left his car. It felt like a first high school date in the 80’s all over again. It was a weird feeling, specially since I am accustomed to the modern standard of lane first dates with full on make out sessions and sex as a one night stand, then never talking again. I completely discarded that last bit, because I was sure to see Julian again. Tomorrow. In swimming class.

And so, the next day came. Julian and I had begun to talk more and more after classes, and I was no longer shy or anxious around him, god bless. He asked me on a few more dates, always being very respectful, nice and romantic. I think his hispanic roots showed more during his courtship; he seemed extremely irresistible to me sometimes when we talked.

Of course, I felt really happy that our relationship had been moving forward, so I decided to have some input and invited him out sometimes. Like that, we went out to eat, to the park, to the museum and so on in different dates. It was all very nice. As the swimming course came to a close, Julian and K started to spend time together even more than before.

One day, he invited me to his house to have homemade food. Apparently, he also had culinary knowledge and wanted to cook for me. Also, he lived alone. It was something I could not reject, and it turned to be more than I expected it would. After our usual swimming class, we made way to his apartment, which was in a very centric location and was big enough for a family of 4. I was surprised by how well decorated it was.

Julian cooked, and we had a pleasant dinner together. He truly was a good cook. Afterwards, we sat down to watch a movie together, and that is when we started to get cuddly. He moved on and kissed me, and I followed right into him. We had kissed before, but he seemed more into it now. We continued making out on his couch until the heat went up, and we started to touch each other. He shyly grabbed my boob as he kissed me, and I put my hand over his hard cock.

After a while, we were already naked. His cock was bigger than I had imagined, and it looked pretty big under his speedo. He was rock hard all the while, and he ate my pussy like an expert. Is there something this man can’t do? He slid his fingers into my wet pussy slowly as he ate it, making me gush a little. He sucked it all with his mouth.

He stood up and teased my pussy with his large cock for a bit, slapping it onto my wet vagina, then he slid it into me in a single motion and started to fuck me very sensually. His penis could barely fit completely inside my pussy. He just continued thrusting into me, making me come multiple times.

After some minutes, he pulled his cock out to shoot his cum at me. He covered my torso, tits and face with multiple shoots that flew from his cock onto my body. He bent down to kiss me, then we went to take a shower together, because we were really sweaty and dirty. After cleaning up and being dressed, we jumped into bed and slept together. It had been a while since I last slept with a man.

After our sexual encounter, things at the swimming classes became a bit more personal and physical, and I could notice his boner whenever he looked at me in my bikini. My relationship with Julian has been moving swiftly, and I am glad to have him.