Start the lesson

Hana shyly looks away. Is she doing that to him? She wonders what it would be like to hold her own teacher’s cock in her fingers, to slide it inside...

“Hana?” He interrupts her train of thought, and she shoots a wide eyed expression at him.

“Yes?!” She replies.

“Let’s start with you showing me your current skill level.” He says with a calm enthusiasm. “I want you to swim, as well as you can, to the end of the pool and back. Ready?”

Hana laughs nervously. “Don’t laugh at me!” She teases, but she’s already predicting her own embarrassment now. She is not a good swimmer. Hana takes a deep breath and ducks her head under the water as she pushes off from the side of the pool. Her curvy body glistens in the water as she slowly splashes her way to the other side. Her movements are sloppy, but she has enough to strength to get there at least. She takes a moment to catch her breath then returns to where Yamamoto-sensei is standing, only he is sitting on the edge now, with his ankles dangling in the water.

Hana stands up in the water infrint of him, the water trickling down her flesh and swimsuit as she checks her ponytail is still secure. She wonders if he noticed the bulge, and thought sitting down would hide it. It didn’t really.

She waits for him to speak first.

“Well, you probably know more than you think you do.” He begins, trying to save her any immediate critique. “We’ll go over the basics first, but I think most of the your lessons will be practicing technique.”