Alice was shy around boys, but up on the starting blocks, she was brave as a bull. Stretched over, feet planted firmly, ears perked for the starting gun, Alice was the master of herself. The cheering of the crowd was music to her ears; the feeling of approval, of belonging acted as an aphrodisiac. At such times her breasts swelled to the size of grapefruit and her thighs tingled with electricity. A wonderful tension rippled magically between her legs, a jolting sensation that carried her away. It was a rare moment for her. The nylon tank suit stretched over her curing hips and fanny was so tight it felt like a surgeon's glove against her goose-fleshed skin. The designers had made the suit tight to cut down water resistance, but the fabric was ridiculously thin. Alice knew very well how revealing a tank suit was. Her tits jiggled like water balloons and the hard, red nipples jutted out like thumbs.
She wore her suit only at races when it was all right for the people to stare. Let them look, she thought. Because at that instant before the starting gun exploded and she came off the blocks Alice didn't care. She wanted them to! It only made her pulse race faster knowing that one hundred pair of eyes were languishing on her breasts or staring at her cunt!
Alice glued her eyes on the water. But she could feel the crowd's reaction, their passionate examination of her twat mound, the delight they got craning their necks to see the thin, black crack which split her cunt lips in half.
Alice had her first orgasm on the starting blocks. Or rather, what she thought was an orgasm. It happened at the Master's Invitational, in the individual medley event. Her cunt had prickled with a feverish glow and she gasped audibly; she was on fire! She squeezed her thighs until the skin went white, but the pressure did no good and her cunt wiggled spastically filling her womb with unimagined pleasure. Then the gun roared and she hit the water, her twat throbbing as her thighs slapped the placid water. "Aaaaaahhhhh," she groaned, her body churning through the water. Her vagina had shriveled down into a hard, little knot wiggling and throbbing unbearably. Off the block she had comed hitting the water with a plop, sleek, young body undulating through the pool with a dolphin-like fluidness. Later, she was told her winning time was only a second off her sister's club record. And Alice had been ecstatic! She was proud of her winning time especially so since Darlene was at collage and Alice was left alone to battle with her parents. Her father was usually at work in the gas station when swim meets were held. But he'd managed to make this one, sober, too. Alice did not forget the warm cheery smile that her father wore and when he pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek, her ears were ringing. "Well done, baby," the old man had told Alice and she was truly ecstatic. Alice even forgot to feel embarrassed by the swim suit that showed up her nipples. Or at the odd sensation in her chest when her breasts pushed into her father. A good day, a real good day, she thought toweling off the water. The tingling sensation was gone. In the changing room, Alice looked in the mirror and saw nothing had changed. The same blonde hair, the same freckled skin and the same awkward body. The fire in her loins – later Alice would call it an orgasm – had made the world different for her. A part of her life was over and another just beginning. While this change was not reflected outwardly, Alice could feel something new and radiant inside her. Up on the starting block, her glands vibrated with life, her cunt smoldered like a live coal. When she went to bed that night, Alice did not put on her underwear. Instead, she slept naked and over and over as sleep gradually overtook her, Alice relived those precious seconds when the tiny community of Strand watched her every move. Her hands went to her mound to rub the sensitive flesh. Ohhhh! she groaned to herself. It felt good, very good! Better than anything she could remember. She squeezed her thighs against the edge of her palm, rubbing the twin halves of her twat until her juice began to run and her breathing became labored. So good, she told herself, rubbing and hunching her newly awakened cunt. So very gooood!
The bicycle moved silently, only the clickety-click sound of the chain giving any indication of the bicyclist's presence. The fog was unusually thick with a visibility of less than ten feet. It didn't matter; Alice knew the way by heart. The white cloud of fog shrouded her approach. The pool did not open for three hours when the adult swim classes were held. The doors were locked, Alice knew, pedaling to the far end of the complex where she always parked her bicycle.
The pool was cut off by the brick fence except on the far side. An earth mound at the far end made leaping the fence easy. A quick push with the hands, and Alice was over, her feet landing softly on the swim deck.
Her heart pounded with excitement, as it always did when she made her morning swims. Her father was at that moment sleeping off a hangover and her mother was back east visiting her sick mother. Sick, thought Alice remembering the long absences her mother frequently made. Maybe her mother was sick too. Sick in the head. Alice looked at the pool, clear as shimmering glass. The fog descended right down to within a foot of the water. You could look straight at the billowy haze and not see ten feet. Yet stoop down, and you could see all the way across the pool's surface.
The heated pool invited her, the calm, still water ready to bathe her anxious flesh. Alice reached for the zipper on her warm-up suit and felt the dull, numbing attack of fear. She tightened her lips and squinted hard, staring into the fog. Nothing! It was the same every morning.
Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Her numb fingers gripped the metal zipper tab and pulled down in one, even movement. The cold air rushed in to chill her breasts, as Alice removed her warm-up jersey and lay down by the diving board.
You're getting big, she told herself, cupping the soft mounds and fingering the tight, nipple ends. Electricity jumped through her chest. Alice gasped, squelching the cry in her throat. Oh, it was wonderful, God, so wonderful. She flicked the raised nipples back and forth like toggle switches. The pool invited her. Alice stooped down, touched the water and wet her nipples.
Hurry! she told herself. Hurry and take off your pants. The thought of getting caught was terrifying. If someone discovered her swimming nude in the city pool. She hated to think of the consequences. Quickly she tugged at her pants, pulling them off in one motion. Her pulse went lickety-split, as she told herself for the umpteenth time of the stupidity of continuing these morning swims.
You must be sick! she thought, dipping her feet into the water and watching the ripples spread outward. Real sick! She went in up to her knees and wiggled her toes. Shaking spasms clutched at her, a terrible, dreadful sensation that exploded like a vivid nightmare, it was all so beautiful, so unreal. With very little difficulty, Alice could close her eyes and imagine herself on the diving blocks, the crowd roaring its approval, waiting to hit the water. She shook as if in the grip of a fever and the warm glow-returned to her pussy. In, go in, she told herself, slipping lower into the water. Her arms strained to support her weight. The water level reached the top of her thighs, the rising vapor swirling around her cunt. It tingled against her mound, a sensation that was exciting and erotic. She kicked her legs out, performing a slow flutter kick. Her face was lost in the fog, but the rest of her was in plain view. Her tits quivered like Jell-o popped fresh from the mold; her breasts were the most sensitive part of her body, the first to detect pleasure or sense danger, but now they were soft and warm, the nipples erect as thimbles. Alice dropped lower, past her cunt until her bent arms threatened to break. Her nipples touched the water's surface, warm as a sucking mouth and for a moment she found herself dreaming of the swim crowd applauding, of a man's tongue licking and sucking. The longer she held herself, the more intense her fantasies. Oh, it was beautiful. For one delirious moment, she experienced the sublime pleasures of sex and then in a flash, it was over.