𝒮𝓉𝑜𝒸𝓀𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓂 𝓈𝓎𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓂𝑒 ~𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒𝓈

Just keep Swimming

Warnings: talk of body insecurities, SMUT ( slight exibitiobism, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), protected sex) birth control.

Ellie's pov:

Being 24 and not able to swim is pretty embarrassing. That's why for the majority of my life when ever I have been invited to anything that's involved swimming I have either straight up declined or came up with an excuse so I didn't have to get in the water.
But in a few months my best friend is getting married in the Caribbean and she insisted that we [the bridal party] spend the majority of the time swimming in a pool or the sea. Not wanting to be left out of my best friend's wedding I decided it was time to bite the bullet and learn how to swim.
That's what brought me to where I am now. Stood outside of a leisure centre debating whether or not I should run away.
Just as I'm about to turn around a handsome man, who looks to be in his twenties, walks towards me.
My eyes drift down along his toned torso trying to subtly check him out. Guessing by the smirk on his face I failed.
"Somethin I can help you with darlin?" His voice, a perfect mix of British and a tiny bit of American, makes my knees weak and my panties dampen slightly.
"Er I have a swimming lesson with a Debbie at
15:00." The mysterious British man smirks again.
"You Ellie?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Debbie called in sick. You've got me instead." | begin to silently panic. It was embarrassing enough having to be fought by a 40 something year old women but bring taught by this man who can't be older than 30 and looks like a sex God. I'm going to perish.
"It's alright darlin. I don't bite. Unless you want me to. I almost groan at the thought.
He silently walks into leisure centre me trailing behind like a lost puppy.
Once I'm registered with the reception, Harry (I had to read his lanyard to find out his name) led me through another set of doors that opened into a room full of changing cubicles. "Get changed and I'll wait for you by the pool darlin. Unless you need any help stripping." | blush at his comment muttering a small no.
Quickly I changed into my green bikini. Walking out to the pool I felt really self conscious, the bikini not hiding much of my stomach or thighs. As soon as I saw Harry lent up against the wall I put on a fake smile so he wouldn't know how I was really feeling.
"Ready?"
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We have been going at the lesson for about 1 hour and I'm starting to get the hand off it. Harry's kept one hand on my stomach, dangerously near the waistband of my bikini bottoms making me hot. We were doing another length, almost at the end when Harry slightly leans forward and whispers in my ear
"tell me if you want me to stop." Before I can contemplate his words I feel his hand on my stomach slide down over to my clothed pussy before he gently starts rubbing my cilt over my bottoms making me whimper. Eventually his hand slips into the front of my panties, fingers collecting up my juices. "Your soaked darlin. This all for me?" | let out a whimper in response which doesn't satisfy him so he slaps my cilt. "I asked you a question darlin. Is this all for me?"
"Yes Harry. Fuck." His thumb finds my cilt as two of his fingers enter my dripping hole with ease. My pace starts to falter as Harry's fingers reach deeper inside of me. "Just keep swimmin darlin. That's it's I've got you." Just as I'm about to cum he pulls his finger out, brings them to his mouth and sucks eliciting a groan from me.
"Come on darlin, follow me." Harry climbs out the pool, pulling me with him until we reach one of the group changing rooms. Swiftly he unlocks the door, pulls me in and locks it behind me. His lips instantly attack mine as he shoves me against the door.
Harry's lips are so soft. Soft like clouds. Eventually we separate, desperately trying to catch are breath as Harry shoves me down on the little bench and crouches in front of me. Wet, warm open-mouthed kisses travel the expanse of my inner thigh. The way he mouths at the edge of my bikini bottoms making me drip. I've never wanted anyone as much as I do Harry.

before long, his kisses turn into Harry sucking love bites along my skin. Marking me as his. "Please. Harry I need y-you." He licks into me as soon as I stop pleading the sudden cilt stimulation making me moan as my hands tug on his locks. Harry's eyes such as he focusses on licking at my cilt just at the right angle to send me spiralling. "Oh" I gasp. My hands pull him as close as he can possibly go making his nose rub against my swollen cilt as his tongue ventures south until its circling my hole.  My body rocks backwards and forwards, riding his face as his tongue devours my juices. "Come on darlin. Cum for me. I know you're close. When those words leave Harry's mouth my body tenses up as my impending climax takes over numbing my mind. Harry doesn't stop until I physically pull him away, the overwhelming sensation of his tongue too much for my sensitive cilt.

In the time it takes me to get my bearings back, Harry's stripped out of his tight swim trunks, his hard prick licking all over his stomach. Carefully he unclasps my bikini top, fondling my tits before lining himself up. "Condom?" I shake my head at him. "I'm on birth control and clean so am happy to forgo one." He lets out a grunt before thrusting in.

His pace is relentless as he continually hits my g-spot. "Holy shit darlin you're so tight. I don't know if I can last that long.

"Me neither H."

His fingers find my cilt drawing rapid circles as he despairingly tries to bring me closer to my second orgasm.  A few more thrusts and he's filling me up which triggers my release.

When the fog from my high has cleared from my brain I frantically try and cover myself up, suddenly felling extremely self conscious, making Harry frown from his spot in the floor. "Ellie darlin, you don't need to hide from me. Your bodies absolutely gorgeous."

You don't need to lie Harry."

"Baby you're perfect."