The Swim Coach

Chapter 10

I was eager to find out what Michael had in mind, but he played it cool, promising to let me in on it later. We finished our beers and left.

In the following few days, I heard about a Batam family trip separately from Serena and Linda for an upcoming long weekend. There was excitement throughout the weeks, but it turned to disappointment a few days before the trip.

Michael had broken the news that he wouldn't be able to go at the last minute due to some urgent business in China. As everything had already been paid for, the two girls would be going on their own, with Michael flying off the day before.

I tried my luck and said it had been a long time since I had been to Batam. Surprisingly, Linda took the bait and invited me along. We agreed that I would stay at the same resort, but in a different room and take a different ferry.

Due to the peak period, my ferry was in the late afternoon while Linda and Serena had left in the morning. After a short transfer, I finally reached the resort. It was beautiful, with its sprawling grounds and double-story sea-view cottages in various blocks.

As soon as I checked in, I changed into my trunks and made my way to the infinity pool. Immediately, I got looks from various other guests, but I wasn't interested. Then I spotted them - the younger woman in a simple black bikini and the older one in a red-striped bikini. Both looked delicious. I went over.

It was the first time I was meeting Serena and Linda together, and I tried to keep it casual. After frolicking in the water for a while, we went over to the pool bar. Linda did the ordering and surprisingly got alcoholic cocktails for all of us, including Serena.

With the sun setting, we decided to go get changed and meet up for dinner. I sent the ladies back to their rooms and returned to mine, noting that they were two blocks apart. All this while, a pair of watchful eyes were observing our every move.

We had a BBQ buffet for dinner outdoors, and the three of us were dressed casually; the women in batik pants and T-shirts, and me in board shorts and a singlet. I enjoyed the meats and sausages, while they preferred the seafood.

There was a live band playing, making the evening really enjoyable. After our bellies were full, we decided to take a walk on the long jetty leading out into the dark sea. The cool wind blew as we stepped on, and I was surprised when Serena held onto my right arm and Linda held onto my left. We got a few curious stares from other couples, but being far from home meant we didn't have to care. I was enjoying every minute of it.

As my room was closer, both women decided to send me back first for a change. As soon as I scanned my keycard, they entered hurriedly, competing for the bathroom to relieve their stomachs. Serena ended up going first while I was last. On leaving the bathroom after my turn, I noticed Serena fast asleep on my bed and Linda out on the balcony. I joined her.

"Should I wake her up?" I asked.

"Why don't we let her rest here and go for some drinks?" Linda offered. It sounded great to me.

After covering Serena, we left and made our way to the beach bar. We were delighted to find the live band from dinner still playing classic rock hits. I never would have guessed Linda was a rocker chick, but she seemed to know the words to every song they played.

After two enjoyable drinks, the band gave way to a three-piece Filipino group that slowed the tempo. We got bored and decided to leave. I accompanied her to her room, quietly hoping for something more later.

Unlike my ground-floor unit, hers was on the second floor, with a better view of the sea and a small balcony. On the way up the stairs, Linda lost her footing and nearly tumbled down, but I swiftly grabbed her slim waist in time and she managed to steady herself.

However, as soon as she put her left foot on the ground, she winced in pain. As the lighting was not too good, I offered to take a look later. As she hobbled along holding my arm, any thoughts of action dissipated.

On reaching her room, I wanted to accompany her inside, but instead, she asked me to wait outside for a while. From the partially closed doorway, I saw her move slowly to her bedside table and take something out of the drawer.

She then went on to close the curtains and hop around the room. She spent a few seconds at every corner of the room, hands clenched. She finally returned the item to the drawer and sat on the bed, inviting me in. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing at this point.

As soon as the door closed behind me, Linda promptly took off her batik pants and examined her swollen ankle. Seeing her sitting on the bed with her long, smooth legs and purple panties caused a stir in my pants. I hurried over.

Her face grimaced as she tried to move her ankle around. Being trained in sports massage, I knew it was the wrong thing to do. I went over to the bar fridge and grabbed the only thing inside — cans of soft drinks.

Wrapping one in a towel, I pressed the cold package against the ankle, swapping cans and spots every few minutes. It seemed to work, and her pain seemed to diminish. Wanting to put her further at ease, I also massaged both her feet. "Wow, your massage is not bad, huh? I wouldn't mind more," she said.

"Alright then."

I went to grab the small bottle of lotion from the toilet while she lay face-down on the bed. I tried to turn off all the room lights, but Linda protested softly, urging me to leave them on lest she feels sleepy. I started massaging her feet and calves, slowly moving my way up.

Linda seemed to be enjoying it and just went "Mmm... nice..." Once I got to her thighs, she automatically parted her legs further. Being careful not to touch any area covered by her panties, I took my time on her inner thighs, slowly kneading and rubbing softly. She really seemed to be enjoying it, making soft noises.

Before long, I was surprised to see a small, damp patch on her purple panties. Pushing the boundaries a bit, I pulled the fabric covering her small bum aside and concentrated on the folds of her left butt cheek, gently rubbing any exposed area. When I got to the other butt cheek, Linda suddenly pushed my hands away.