But the stress and anxiety got to me because I’m not an expert swimmer even on a good day, and this afternoon was worse than usual. My vision filled with blue and white shapes, bubbles that seemed about a mile high, and suddenly the water was everywhere. It weighed me down, panic rising in my brain and I began choking and splashing like mad.
Do the doggy paddle! screamed my mind. Pretend you’re a golden retriever enjoying a dip in the pool on a hot summer day! No big deal! Doggy paddle girl, doggy paddle!
But I couldn’t control my rising panic. The water was everywhere, pressing down on my head, making my limbs feel heavy and I thrashed more, trying to push the waves away. But it did no good and suddenly, I began to sink, to drop deeper and deeper into the depths, the silence forming a seal over my head.
Oh god, I never thought I’d die here in the school pool. I always thought I’d go peacefully when I was seventy or so, but instead, here I was at age eighteen, about to give up the ghost during a school swim test. It was humiliating but when you’re on your last legs, you don’t care anymore. A wave of peacefulness washed over my frame, my mind curiously light as I gave in. Good-bye Mom, came the words to my head. I love you.
But suddenly a crash sounded and I was propelled upwards, almost bursting from the water in a huge spray. Reflexively, my body jerked, coughing and hacking, trying to survive while clinging to my savior.
Because a man had rescued me, and he held me tight now, mouth in a grim line as he dragged us both over to the pool’s edge. Unable to focus, I clung to that muscular chest, desperately heaving and coughing.
“Aacch,” I snorted, water coming out of my nose and mouth. “Aacch, aach,” I hacked again, boobs heaving.
Okay, not the cutest way to make an entrance, but then again, what did it matter? I’d literally seen the light at the end of the tunnel, thinking it was my last moment on earth.
A heavy hand came down, clapping me on the back, helping me roll over so that I was on my side. More water spewed from my mouth as I hacked and coughed violently, big boobs spread on the concrete, my rump high and bare for all to see.
Because the damn suit had come off. During the flailing and thrashing, the cheap material had literally slipped off my breasts, and now here I was, creamy flesh spread out for all to see. Oh god, I had to cover myself. I had to pull the nylon back in place but I couldn’t because I was too busy hacking and coughing spastically, unable to do anything but vomit water.
But my rescuer took pity. Those big hands moved swiftly, and while it was just us, he pulled the swimsuit back in place, covering up my huge tits while making sure my pussy didn’t show.
“Piece of work, aren’t you?” a growl came. “A real piece of work.”
I glared up at him, still hacking and coughing. Did he think I couldn’t hear? How dare he call me a piece of work! It’s not liked I’d drowned on purpose. And why would I do that anyways? Did he think this was fun for me, that I’d subjected myself to this swim test on a lark?
But my mind stopped then, screeching to a halt. Because I’d felt that male body against me earlier, while my savior dragged me out of the pool. But I hadn’t really looked at him, too busy coughing my guts out. And now that my spasms were dying down, my eyes took in the lifeguard before me and widened appreciatively.
Because the man was absolutely gorgeous. Built like a god, he had a huge, broad chest that narrowed into a vee, showcasing developed pecs and a defined six pack. Plus he had strong arms and thick, powerful thighs, making him prime lifeguard material.
But it wasn’t just his chest and abs that did it for me. It was the rock hard length that curved under his board shorts. Because he wore regulation lifeguard gear, a pair of swim trunks that weren’t overly tight, but they couldn’t even begin to hide what lay beneath. There was a giant ridge underneath the fabric, running along the length of one massive thigh, and I gasped, eyes going wide involuntarily. His swimsuit had come loose during our ordeal as well, and what I saw made the air disappear from my lungs, chest going tight.
It was his dicktip. That’s right, his cock was so huge and hung that the tip literally dangled from the opening of one pant leg, the glans a deep purple, shiny and helmet-like. Staring like a wild woman, I could even see his hole, that tiny little opening that beckoned, making me want to press my tongue inside.