Nude Co-ed Swimming Classes
I was a swimming coach in a Minnesota high school back in the 70s. Of course the boys and me were always nude while swimming and nobody thought it was anything out-of-the-ordinary at all.
Things became exciting one summer when the girls' instructor went on leave and the school authorities couldn't find a replacement. They had no option but to ask me if I was willing to stand in for a few weeks (although it was unheard of to have a male swimming coach for girls) and I was only to happy to oblige.
It did not take me more than a couple of sessions to become perfectly comfortable with my girl students, specially the older ones. The third day, I took off my trunks from below my towel while standing at the edge of the pool. I was aware that the girls (all above the age of 15)were all watching me when I whipped the towel off and jumped in with them.
There were a lot of squeals and giggles going around but I pretended not to notice all that and went about my usual coaching routine. The girls were initially confused how to react but soon the bolder ones started talking to me as if everything was quite normal.
Now, there was a curvaceous brunette called Melissa (Yes, I still remember her name - how could I forget!) who had a reputation for being wild. She called me from the shallow side of the pool, '****, can you please help me with my breast-stroke?' **** was of course quite excited (though all that could be seen above the water was my glistening butt) as I swam towards her. Nearing her (and her friends, who were all giggling madly) I proceeded to show her what proper breast-stroking was all about. It was in the midst of all this that Melissa's hand brushed accidentally (?) against my fully erect member. She gasped, realizing immediately what she had in hand. Before I knew it, she had **** in her complete control.
The other girls, gradually overcoming their nervousness, were crowding in closer to us in order to get a better view of how things were hotting up.
What followed was an exhilarating (for that is what breast-stroking can be if it is done properly!) half-hour of swimming practice. The fun was not over before **** was put completely at peace (am not sure whether it was Melissa's handiwork or someone else's). I got out of the water flaunting my private parts to ogling, delighted girls. Melissa called out loudly, 'Thanks, **** - that was some lesson!'
Over the next three weeks (because it took that long to find a lady instructor) we had swimming lessons that were as satisfactory as the one just described. After a week, Melissa followed (my birthday-)suit and didn't bother to put on her swimming suit even when the younger girls were around. However, I was (and still am) the gentleman and never displayed myself to anyone below 15. Nor did I ever try to take advantage of those frolicking girls and take our sessions of pure, innocent fun to anything more penetrative (if you know what I mean!)
And that is, after all these years, why I feel repentant sometimes. Was that being a proper Christian? Perhaps I have denied my students not only some more joy but some lessons which would have been of real significance in their lives. Who can say for sure?