Katie Starts Lifeguard Classes (Part 1)

Katie soon found herself back into her term-time routine. She was much happier at the start of this year than she had been twelve months ago, when everything had been new and strange to her. As well as feeling settled in her own flat and doing well with her studies, she now had the excitement of an intoxicating relationship with Roy to enjoy. They saw each other most days and she continued to attend the Bears home matches, in the exclusive comfort of the wives and girlfriends box.

Katie was so much more confident and outgoing than she had been a year ago. She had learned so much more about herself and was enjoying her second sexual relationship. Her success, in all these ways, helped her to feel so much better about herself and about her body. And, as we shall see, Katie was learning that she could be a very naughty little temptress indded!

The following week, lifeguard classes were starting at the municipal centre. Katie had seen this course advertised several months ago, and now, at last, she could start seriously on her ambition to become a qualified lifeguard! Then, if she could work at Hill View again next summer, it would be a real bonus for Geoff and she would encourage the others to qualify too.

Katie phoned the centre, and yes, they had places on the course. It ran two mid-week evenings a week from now until just before Christmas. She could pay the fee week by week. Katie felt a twinge of excitement when she asked what she needed to bring, "Just yourself, swimwear and spare clothing!" the receptionist replied, in a very matter of fact way! Katie just loved the thought of that.

So the following Tuesday, just before six thirty, she arrived at the centre and enrolled. The receptionist handed her an information sheet about the course, outlining the syllabus, describing the written and practical tests and advising her of what was required. She read that to start the course, she should be able to swim comfortably for 100 metres in light loose clothing and swimwear! Katie wasn't sure how well she would manage that! She had her Bears one-piece swimsuit, skin-tight blue shiny leggings and her grey sweat top. It wasn't too thick, she thought, and she liked the fact that it had long sleeves!

She changed and joined a small group standing by the shallow end of the pool. There was a lane divider running the full 50-metre length of the water, giving a space about three lanes wide just for the lifesaving class. Every few minutes a lifeguard blew a whistle, whenever another bather intruded into this area.

Two young male lifeguards were glancing down at a list of names, and six other young people stood around them, looking slightly nervous. They all had t-shirts on. Four were older boys and men, aged from about 18 to 30. Two of them wore shorts and the other two had tracksuit bottoms. There were two girls, just a bit older than Katie. They both wore leggings and tees. It turned out that some of them were looking for jobs, and were doing this course to improve their work skills. Katie introduced herself confidently.

"Good, well done Katie!" one of the leaders replied. "That's everyone here now!"

He went on to explain that tonight he wanted first to access their individual swimming skills, and give them each an outline of how to progress. Both lifeguards gave introductions and spent several minutes going over practicalities such as ID and passes. Katie was given a pass which entitled her to free swimming here, for the duration of the course. The pool looked so clear and inviting! She wished that they could just hurry up and get started.

"OK, then, guys!" the lifeguard concluded. "Let's get you all in and we'll see how you get on, once up and down the pool, please! In your own time, it's not a race!"

Two of the lads dived in and swam off frantically, the other two men jumped in and followed quickly after them. The lads looked like they were going to treat it as a race anyway! The two other girls sat first on the edge of the pool and then eased themselves in. Katie followed them and sat down too, watching the warm water swirling against their leggings, as she felt it soak into the first few inches of hers. Then both girls submerged their bodies and pushed off from the tiles, with the water lapping over their backs. The girls had taken two or three strokes before they'd fully soaked their t-shirts, and with each stroke, the outline of their regulation swimwear became clearer to see through their tops, at their shoulders and in the middle of their backs.

Katie slipped into the pool, taking a moment to feel her leggings all wet now, against her skin, while the little waves on the surface gripped at the bottom hem of her top.

"Come on now," the lifeguard called urgently," Get a move on now, no dawdling!" Katie just wanted a moment more of anticipation to enjoy, before wetting her sweatshirt. Then she set off with a steady but slow breaststroke.

It was tiring swimming like this! Katie was breathless when she reached the deep end and turned, a good distance behind the others. The lads were finishing already. She ploughed on, conscious that the lifeguard was watching her closely, as he walked the length of the poolside. Katie slipped under a couple of times, but pushed hard with her stroke and managed to get her breathing back into time with her arms. The two girls in front finished about half a length ahead of her, but Katie was able to swim to the end. She slapped her hands on the tiles and tried not to pant too hard!

Water drained out of her grey sweatshirt and her boobs bulged at the front as she tried hard to get her breath back. The lifeguards were talking to each swimmer one by one.

A couple of minutes passed before one of them came over to Katie; she was starting to recover now and she pushed herself backwards off the tiles, feeling the water surging through her sleeves and top, which ballooned out in front of her chest. The sodden material gripped against her back and then floated off her skin, as she struck out again back to the side. She quickly climbed up and out of the pool, with a shower of water dropping around her.

"Right Katie!" the lifeguard began brusquely. "You must improve your swimming! You managed the swim, but only just! That was an effort, wasn't it?"

Katie gave a sweet little smile in reply. "It's further than it looks!" she said, simply. "But I'll use my pass and I'll practise hard!"

"Good!" the lifeguard replied with a grimace. "You're struggling in that heavy top, Katie, it's not helping you! Get that top off please!"

Katie giggled because she couldn't help but see the funny side of what he had just said. Her giggling and smiling eyes were so appealing, even to this so serious looking young lifeguard.

"I bet you've said that to some ladies before!" Katie laughed. The lifeguard looked embarrassed.

"You know what I mean!" he said quickly. "Your swimming will improve if you swim without hindrance, in just your suit, for now!" Katie pulled her top off over her head. The lifeguard looked aside, but was taken by Katie's cute Bears swimsuit, scooped down across the top of her glistening boobs. They seemed to be smiling at him, too.

"You're a Bears fan?" he smiled back. Katie agreed that she was, but decided not to mention her more intimate connections with the club, for the moment. She pulled her leggings off awkwardly, hopping from one foot to the other.

"I'll try really hard!" she said, with innocent simplicity. She looked so sweet, standing beside in him in her shiny, clingy swimsuit that this lifeguard was going to find it very hard to give Katie any further bad news.

"OK then, let's go!" he told her, sounding much more positive now. "Slip back into the water and let me give you some stroke coaching!"

Except that when he said this, as sometimes happens when we feel a bit awkward, his words came out wrong. What he actually said to Katie was, "Slip back into the water and let me give you some stroking!"

Katie fell back into a fit of giggles, "That sounds fun!" she replied, "Whatever you like!"

Katie listened carefully to everything he said, however, and she spent the rest of the hour close to the side, with the lifeguard earnestly calling out instructions to her. She learned how to move her arms and legs properly, and how to breathe in time to the stroke. She was exhausted. But she was determined to make the grade.

The lifeguard was as professional at work as he was keen on his job, and he tried hard not to be taken by Katie's infectious manner. But, try as hard as he could, he still found himself being drawn to her and, each time that Katie was staring straight ahead and pushing against the water, with all her determination, his gaze reached down her front. Her boobs wobbled and danced so enticingly and only fractionally out of sight, beyond the soft wet fabric which barely stretched over them.


"I'll come in every night and practise!" Katie promised, breathlessly.

"Great stuff!" the lifeguard replied, "I'm called Rod, ask for me, and if I'm in I'll try to give you five minutes!"

Katie started giggling again. "We could have another five minutes stroking practise!"

He was finding it impossible not to smile. "Get along and change, Katie. You're some girl"

True to her word, Katie attended the pool every night for an hour, and for an hour too during the day time at weekends. She spent all her time swimming, building up her stamina and concentrating on her stroke. She did the same at the lifeguard classes. The others were moving onto lectures and pool work, but Rod assured Katie that she would be able to catch up. The others seemed a lot less keen than Katie was, they spent lots of time just chatting and waiting for one another to finish what they were doing. It seemed that some of them were only there because someone had told them to be there.

Katie spent every minute working hard, and Rod noticed how committed she was. He started to look forward to seeing her face beaming at him, and he looked forward to seeing which of her costumes she had on. She alternated her Bears suit with her favourite red one piece, and occasionally a light blue one piece she had bought in a sale. She never wore her bikinis at the centre. Rod noticed that Katie had one particular habit. She never got into pool quickly. She always sat on the side first, before easing herself into the shallow end. She wouls stand there for a minute, swishing her hands about and dribbling water over her shoulders. She would lower herself down fractionally and then glance at herself as splashes and water marks decorated her swimsuit. Rod wished that she would just get on with swimming. He wanted to get hold of her and just put her straight in the water, and get her pretty costume wet, once and for all. But once Katie got going, she never stopped.

Katie told him about her summer job at Hill View. "These places are a menace!" Rod said, scornfully. "They shouldn't be allowed to operate with unqualified staff!"

Katie was crestfallen and assured him that she never saw anyone in difficulty.

"I know, I'm not blaming you," he replied, "But what happens when there is an emergency? You're simply not trained to know what to do!"

"That's why I'm doing this course!" Katie replied, triumphantly.

"Good for you!" Rod replied quickly, "But when you pass, I'd like to know if they pay you the right rate for the job! I bet they don't!"

Katie was just delighted to hear Rod say with such confidence, that she was going to pass. "It's not about the money!" she said simply, "I love my job!"

Three weeks later and it was a class night. It was the turn of Katie's red one piece. She stood slightly apart from the others, on the poolside, as Rod ticked off the names. "It's not fair!" she mumbled to him, "I'm the only one who has to wear just my swimsuit, and they all swim in their clothes!"

Rod smiled at her warmly now. "You're doing fantastically, Katie!" He reassured her. "Next session, you can wear all your kit! But nothing too heavy in the water!"

"Oh great," Katie replied, "I like swimming in my t-shirt!" Rod shook his head smiled at her, while Katie slid into the pool with renewed vigour. She didn't even make a fuss this time, about getting into the water. The others finished a bit early, but Katie stuck to her task, completing length after length, with a little rest now and again as Rod directed. Katie pressed on; the lengths were becoming a little easier now. She was barely conscious of the passing time or that the pool had emptied at eight o clock.

On and on she went. Finally, Rod blew his whistle. "That's it for tonight, Katie!" he called. "We've got to close now!" Katie pulled herself up the ladder at the shallow end. Suddenly she felt faint and dizzy. The tiles swayed about in front of her. She staggered and stumbled. She gasped for breath as Rod reached out and held her firmly by the arms.

"Come and sit down!" he commanded as Katie retched up water. He pressed a button on his phone to call for first aid assistance. He helped Katie over to the nearest seat, and seconds later a lady in a business suit rushed in, grabbing a blanket as she arrived. The first aider sat beside Katie, wrapping her warmly and reassuring her.

"What's going on Rod, this is no good!" she said sharply. Rod replied that Katie had looked comfortable swimming until she got out.

"Go and get a cup of tea, with plenty of sugar," she ordered. The first aid lady asked Katie lots of questions, her full name, date of birth, details of her course and things like the day, date and what she had done earlier that day. Katie was slow in replying but she was coherent.

Rod returned with the tea. "Exhaustion! Mild exhaustion!" The first aid lady concluded, and then looking at Rod she added, "I want an incident sheet on my desk in 30 minutes!"

Rod looked devastated. Katie was getting her breath back, "It's not his fault!" she shouted, and then she started to cry. "I'm going to pass this course! I'm going to pass it!"

They both reassured her. "You will pass it!" the first aider replied, "But we must make sure that you pass it safely!"

Katie calmed down a bit, while she was asked where she lived and how far it was for her to get home.

"Just a mile," she replied. "Twenty minutes walk!"

The first aider said that they would get a taxi for her and then disappeared for ten minutes. Katie began to feel more like herself. She was sweating. It seemed funny that you would sweat after being in the water! The first aid lady reappeared, to give Katie a travel voucher.

"Just phone this number for a taxi, when you are ready to go home," she instructed, "And give this voucher to the driver to pay the fare!" Katie thanked her. "Keep an eye on her!" the first aider ordered Rod, as she left.

Rod was writing out a report. "Pupil became overly exhausted," it said, "Whilst appearing comfortable swimming." His recommendation was that both he and Katie should monitor her performance more closely.

Katie stood up and discarded the blanket. "Can I have a shower?" she asked.

"Of course," Rod replied. The pool was deserted now. Katie walked over to the poolside shower area, collecting her own towel and toiletries on the way. Rod followed her from a discreet distance behind. Katie stood under the shower. The warm water was invigorating and after a few moments, she began to feel really better. She reached down to the floor for her shampoo.

Katie knew that her costume was well worn now, after dozens and dozens of swims and washes. And a couple of romantic showers with Roy. The elastic was a bit loose and the front of the suit had lost some its shape, sagging away a little from her. The front was cut straight, and it used to rest snuggly on her, showing the tops of her boobs with a nice gap between them. The material covered her from a crucial half inch above her nipples. It was still OK when she put it on dry, but once it was wet, well she often gave the front a little tug, to make sure that she was still covered up.

So Katie was fully aware, as she bent to the floor, that the front of her costume would slip away from her and Rod was set for a good view of two lovely wet boobs hanging down the inside. He realised this too, and stepped forward,

"I'll get that for you, Katie!" he offered, but she was already bending right down, and so Rod's helpfulness was rewarded when he got his sight of Katie's nipples in close up.

She made a big handful of suds for her hair, and rubbed these in, while Rod stood halfway in and halfway out of the shower area.

"My hair is getting really dry and flaky!" Katie announced, "What with swimming every day!"

"That's just a hazard of the pool" Rod replied. "Ask one of the girl lifeguards what conditioner to use! They'll tell you!" He watched as volumes of foam disappeared down Katie's cleavage.

She was feeling so much better now, in fact, a feeling of elation came over her and she was being really chatty.

"I need a couple of new swimsuits, don't you think?" Katie looked straight at Rod as she hitched up the front of her costume again.

He couldn't help but smile back, "I'm not the one to tell you that!" he replied, after a pause.

"Well, I'm just about popping out of this one!" Katie concluded, and it would have been hard for anyone to disagree.

"But surely you would tell me if I was popping out?"

Rod thought carefully before replying. "If I thought that your swimwear is unsuitable, then I would ask a lady member of staff to speak to you about it, very politely and discreetly. I've never thought that for a moment, Katie. You're in the pool the whole time, swimming! Nobody sees what you look like!"

Katie hitched up her front again. Rod was being very polite, she thought, as she was inclined to believe that he must have been taking a sneaky little peep at her. She rather hoped so, anyway.

"Choose a suit designed for the pool, rather than a fashion suit!" Rod continued. "They have these really thin, light fabrics and it should fit tightly!"

Katie gave a little squeal. "I'd like that!" she replied. "But I can't get my big chest into the right size for me! But I'll try!" Rod didn't know what to say. Katie finished her shower and joined him at the rails.

"Thanks for all your help!" she whispered, putting her arms around him and pecking him on the cheek.

Katie was grateful for her taxi ride home and she went straight to bed. Later that night, she had the most vivid dream. Rod was in the pool with her, holding her, and his hand reached firmly over her groin. Then his fingers slipped under the lining of her costume, feeling her most intimate folds of skin. In they went, Katie was squealing again, she was enjoying this so much.

Then she woke up. Had she really reached orgasm, or was this just in her dream? She wasn't sure. She felt a bit damp, but was this because she was just a bit sweaty? The only thing Katie was sure about was that she was looking forward to her next lifeguard class.