Jasmine the Schoolgirl (part three)

The story so far....
I meet Jasmine at the local pool. Things begin to get steamy, even for a swimming pool!

This time she straightened up a little, regaining her composure. When she spoke she sounded a little more confident.
'Well....yes....I've been thinking about today as well. I've never been out on a date before.' She caught me totally off guard again,
'Date? A date? We're out on a....? Well, now you put it like that, I suppose we are.'
'Or don't you think it is then. A date, that is.' Did I catch just a hint of disappointment in her voice? I couldn't help but smile at her.
'Yes of course it is. I just hadn't thought about it in those terms. Come on, let's stop gabbing and go for a swim!' The mood immediately lightened, and we made our way to the changing rooms.

She appeared on the poolside in a black one piece swimsuit. The sort of thing
competition swimmers wear. Even so, every pair of male eyes in the place swivelled round and settled on her. She was the epitome of young female sexuality. Talk about ripe! If you could tear your eyes away from her gorgeous face and let them head south, they'd first come across the most beautiful pair of breasts that ever graced a human female. And those fabulous orbs moved not a millimetre as she trotted along the poolside. Her nipples just managed to disturb the material of her swimsuit, emphasising the fact that her breasts were the perfect shape. The rest of her was also a classic example of feminine perfection. Her legs were long, but in proportion to her torso; and a lovely shape too. A pair of gently curving hips encompassed a flat belly, whilst the quite severe cut of the suit exposed her legs to the hip.

The effect was that the black material of her suit formed an arrow pointing down, and led every (male) eye in the place to the point at which the material, and all our thoughts, disappeared between her beautifully sculpted brown thighs.

Across the pool a stern faced wife was berating her husband. Obviously she'd seen him ogling Jasmine, and wasn't going to let him get away with it! More than one woman was staring accusingly at Jasmine, and all the men in the place, young and old, were having a good look too.


Suddenly I didn't feel so guilty about being with her. Society may consider a
relationship between a man of my age, and a girl of her age, as taboo, but it was obvious that nature had no such qualms. At least the men in here didn't seem to have.

She dived into the water, gliding like some sort of dark water nymph to the small island in the middle of the pool. She surfaced and looked around for me. With a wave she beckoned me over to her. I didn't need a second invitation. In I went, following her example, and came up right in front of her.
'What do you think of the place then?' she asked me. It was a large pool, sort of oval in shape with, as I said, a small island in the centre. A wall ran parallel to one side, and a strong current had somehow been made to run through the channel it formed. Swimmers were entering at one end and were being washed along by fast flowing water, to be shot out of the far end, a bit like a watery fairground ride.
'Nice! Never used to have this sort of thing when I was at school. Just a plain oblong pool. No technology or gimmicks.'
'Didn't have electricity in those days, then, did they?' she jibed. I lunged at her but she was too quick for me and was away towards the deep end with strong powerful strokes.

Now, you may remember I mentioned that I used to belong to a Scuba Diving club? Well, I'm no slouch either when it comes to a sprint in the water. We arrived at the bar at the far end together. She'd just put one hand on it as I put my hand on her head and shoved her under. She came up spluttering and laughing.
'That's no way to treat a lady!'
'Told you I'm touchy about my age!'

We spent the next half hour riding what Jasmine explained was a water jet (the fast flowing bit) and climbing ladders to slide down tubes of various gradients into the water. It was real fun.

I, like most adults, had forgotten what it was like to play. You gotta try it sometime.

She was hanging on the bar at the deep end, arms outstretched, facing into the pool, as though crucified there. I swam up to her, when, as I was only about a metre away, she raised her knees and caught me between her ankles. I think she had intended to push me under, but I instinctively took hold of her hips, to support myself.

I slid between her thighs as she closed them on me. Our bodies met exactly at that critical juncture. As they did so, the playful grin on her face suddenly vanished as she realised the sexual implications of our position. She offering, me taking.

She was chewing her bottom lip again. Suddenly she let go of me, ducked under the water and swam quickly away to the other end of the pool. I followed, my heart in my mouth, worried that this impromptu action had spoilt the rapport we had been building.

She eyed me almost fearfully as I sat beside her in the shallow water amidst hordes of little kids splashing and shouting.
'I didn't meant to ....you know....back there, it just sort of happened.' she said. I didn't know if she was apologising, making excuses, or telling me that any sort of physical contact was out of the question.
'No, no. My fault, I shouldn't have held onto you like that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to....er....you know....do that. Like you said, it just sort of happened.'
We had one of those eye to eye moments again. Her eyes were all big and shiny. My eyes, I'm afraid, must have been sparkling and I know I had just the hint of a grin on my face.
'You're not sorry at all! You're smiling!' To my enormous relief, she too was smiling again.
'Well, actually, as you come to mention it, it was rather fabulous. I'll probably dream about it for a month or so....' She burst out laughing. 'Don't 's'pose there's any chance of an action replay is there?' She feigned shock and horror, then;
'Not unless you can catch me!' she shouted. The 'catch me' was almost lost in the splash as she flung herself towards the deep water. I let her go. For about two strokes. Then I was after her.

She put up a good pace. Really fast. Not fast enough though. I caught her about three quarters of the way down the pool. The least populated bit. I grabbed her kicking ankle, and hauled it towards me. She vanished beneath the surface in a flurry of water. As she came up, I grabbed her waist, turned her to face me, and held her close to me.
'Caught you! Promise is a promise!' Her smiling mouth managed to chew her bottom lip; her hands held my shoulders, supporting herself, and then, after a slight hesitation, those lovely legs wrapped themselves around my waist.
Mine was the biggest grin on the planet the moment her ankles crossed behind me. She let go of my shoulders, and leaned back, floating on the water, head back, looking up at the roof.

I held her to me, my erection (covered by my swimming trunks) gradually
'grows' along the groove of her (covered by her swimming suit) vagina.
She doesn't move a muscle as I very slowly massage her with my erect penis. After a minute or so she begins to respond with little movements of her hips, rubbing herself against me. Suddenly she says,
'I think we should stop now!' She's almost choking; heavy breathing and splashing water not being a good combination.
I let go of her, and we swim to the side of the pool. She holds onto the bar, getting her breath back. I float on my back, just next to her, trying to relax. She's looking down at the bulge in my trunks.
'Sorry. I was beginning to get a bit carried away.' she says with just a hint of
embarrassment in her voice. I nod towards my erection and smile,
'You're not the only one! I'd nearly finished!' She giggles, and is looking at me intently.
'I didn't think.....er, that is....' she began. Her eyes flicked over to mine;
'Didn't think it would be like that....?' I finished the sentence for her.
'....I've never....' the rest of her statement went unsaid. She seemed a little shaken.
'No, I never thought you had. You OK?'
'Yes, its just that....well you know....you're ...thingy....was rubbing my....'
'Your what?' I asked, grinning at her.
'You know what! Don't be horrid to me!' Good old bubbly Jasmine was back again!

I move right next to her, our bodies touching. She's smiling, but her top teeth are doing the lip thing again. I look around. We're alone. At least, there's no one close enough to see what we're doing. I take her hand, moving it to the front of my swimming trunks, so she can hold me through the material. A look of 'horror' as she feels the hardness of my cock. Her eyes are sparkling. I nervously manoeuvre her fingers around my cock. She holds it gently as I move her hand up and down it. I turn my hand and slip it between her thighs and Jasmine makes absolutely no attempt to stop me. I cup her pubic mound with the palm of my hand, and begin to rub her very slowly, resisting the temptation to slide a finger inside her costume. She starts to move a little against my hand, her legs squeezing my fingers. For a few moments we masturbate each other.
'Feel as good as your own fingers does it?' I whisper. She looks at me aghast.
'How did you....?'
'Just guessing, but obviously you do! Don't let go of it....'
'Oh! You awful man!' This time she laughed, and blushed so deeply that even her brown skin changed to a darker colour. I couldn't help but laugh myself.
'Why am I awful? Just for guessing the truth?'
'You tricked me! I'd never have told you otherwise!'
‘Why not? Everyone does it.'
'Do they? I thought.....'
'What, that only you did it? Oh No! Its mankind's favourite pastime. Anyone who says they don't, or haven't, is lying, or just hasn't started yet!' Her shriek of laughter was so loud that a few of the people nearest to us looked around to see what was going on.
'Ask your brothers.' I continued. The laugh died on her lips and her expression told me her thoughts had drifted away.

....to be continued....