His Private Swim Sessions - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Without warning, Coach Vincent Roland's hand settled on my inner thigh, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate lines along the curve of my leg.
"That's it. Even slower..." His voice was low, almost a purr.
"Wider motions. That's how you'll see real progress."
His palm glided shamelessly over my skin, rough and warm, until my already sensitive body trembled under his touch. Every nerve lit up, electricity crackling just beneath the surface.
My vision blurred slightly as his sharp gaze pinned me in place.
This was the first time I'd ever been this close to a man, and heat flooded my cheeks. Dampness gathered between my thighs, my chest tight and aching.
"Well... can you feel it?"
I jerked my head up, meeting his eyes. A smirk played at the corner of his lips.
I knew exactly what he meant. Swallowing hard, I gave the slightest nod.
"Good..."
His fingers lingered—then, without hesitation, slipped beneath the edge of my underwear.
A shock of sensation ripped through me, goosebumps exploding across my skin.
After one quick, invasive stroke, he gave my backside a firm squeeze before pulling away like nothing had happened. He stood, cool and composed, and moved on to another student.
I froze, stunned by the sudden violation.
Now I was sure. Coach Vincent wanted far more than just to teach.
After warm-ups, he led us into the pool for practice.
Maybe because I'd already picked up the techniques, I moved with more confidence than the others—even trying advanced strokes on my own.
All while Coach Vincent watched from the deck.
"Great work today, everyone. Special shout-out to Evelyn Langley!"
"Evelyn's got real talent. Stay after class—I'll give you some personal training."
"That's it. Even slower..." His voice was low, almost a purr.
"Wider motions. That's how you'll see real progress."
His palm glided shamelessly over my skin, rough and warm, until my already sensitive body trembled under his touch. Every nerve lit up, electricity crackling just beneath the surface.
My vision blurred slightly as his sharp gaze pinned me in place.
This was the first time I'd ever been this close to a man, and heat flooded my cheeks. Dampness gathered between my thighs, my chest tight and aching.
"Well... can you feel it?"
I jerked my head up, meeting his eyes. A smirk played at the corner of his lips.
I knew exactly what he meant. Swallowing hard, I gave the slightest nod.
"Good..."
His fingers lingered—then, without hesitation, slipped beneath the edge of my underwear.
A shock of sensation ripped through me, goosebumps exploding across my skin.
After one quick, invasive stroke, he gave my backside a firm squeeze before pulling away like nothing had happened. He stood, cool and composed, and moved on to another student.
I froze, stunned by the sudden violation.
Now I was sure. Coach Vincent wanted far more than just to teach.
After warm-ups, he led us into the pool for practice.
Maybe because I'd already picked up the techniques, I moved with more confidence than the others—even trying advanced strokes on my own.
All while Coach Vincent watched from the deck.
"Great work today, everyone. Special shout-out to Evelyn Langley!"
"Evelyn's got real talent. Stay after class—I'll give you some personal training."
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