It's Ms. Victoria

You spot someone doing laps in the pool, but it's only when she flips over to do the backstroke that you see that it's Ms. Victoria, her curvy frame held tightly by her one piece swim suit. She cuts through the water with the grace of a professional swimmer, both impressing you and making you somewhat envious. You suddenly realize the situation you're in, and consider going back, but you hear her voice echo through the pool area.

"Oh Mr. Johnson! I didn't expect anyone to be up this early. Nice to see I'm not the only one who enjoys an early morning swim." She swims up to the edge of the pool, and gives you a playful smile. "Though I don't supposed you get a body like that by sleeping in and sitting around."

You are slightly dumbstruck by her compliment. "Oh well, thank you. You're in quite good shape yourself." You cringe at your own awkward comment, and decide the only way to avoid any of this unpleasantness is to go the other way, toward the large diving pool. You climb up the tall ladder, remembering your days on the high school swim team. You may have always wanted o be one of the fast swimmers, but you were heads and tails above all of them when it came to diving.

When you get to the top, and walk to the edge of the platform, you look down, see the pool 33 feet below and feel that familiar fear, the tingle up your spine. It brings a smile to your face. You also see that Ms. Victoria didn't seem to understand your social cue, and has climbed out of the pool to watch you. She takes a seat at the edge of the diving pool, letting her gorgeous, pale legs dangle into the water, leaning back to get a view of the platform.

"Alright." you say to yourself, "If you're gonna put on a show, make it a good one." You stand at the edge of the structure, and leap off, doing a trio of perfect flips in the air, before entering the water with laser precision. What you don't notice is your swimsuit being pulled off your body as you do so. You let yourself hang around underwater for an extra moment, relishing in how cool you must've looked. Unbeknownst to you, this allows Ms. Victoria to spot your swimsuit floating to the top, and grab it, hide it behind her back, and nonchalantly make her way over to the ladder.

You pop up to the top to see her smiling at you. "Very impressive, Mr. Johnson. Always nice to meet a fellow swim rat."

"Varsity diver all four years." you reply, swimming over to the edge, and climbing out of the water. You notice that her eyes drop down, and a smirk appears on her lips. You look down, what you see sending a shock of horror through you. You are completely naked, your usually unimpressive member shrunken to humiliating size by the cold water. You throw your hands over yourself, as Ms. Victoria chuckles. "Where's my suit?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't see it." She stands there, not taking her eyes off your body. You stand, frozen in embarrassment. "Oh wait... you mean this suit?" She holds it out next to her.

"Yes, would you please hand it to me?"

"Come grab it. I mean, it's not as if you actually need two hands to cover that thing." she giggles, holding your suit just out of your reach. You grab at it, but she pulls it back.

"No... no I don't think so. I think I want a better look."

You stare at her in disbelief. "I'm not letting you see my penis, now please give me my suit."

"I don't think so. The way I see it, you basically have two choices. You can drop your hands to your sides, or you can stand here, naked. The girl's swim team has practice in an hour, I'm sure they would enjoy this almost as much as I am."

You shudder at the thought, but you are equally embarrassed by the idea of showing this gorgeous woman your little cock.