Based on a true encounter.

While on a one-week training class in Chicago, I encountered another trainee in the hotel pool during my off hours. My first impression of the stranger was that she was average looking, yet appealing. I looked past her big glasses and saw a girl-next-door pretty face behind them. Her light brown hair was darkened by residual pool water. She was sitting on the edge of the pool in a modest one-piece black swimsuit with gold trim. With just one strap, it was low-cut on her B/C cups with her right tit threatening to escape. Tan colored support inserts, padding with fake nipples showing, worked against her.

She had a nervous, beguiling smile, OK body slightly nicer than average, and shapely, if a bit flabby, legs that nonetheless made my heart race, especially with one knee bent and spread apart from the other. Yet, her aura was of a shy, conservative Midwesterner trying to conquer confidence. A hint of camel toe made my dick twitch. I knew exactly where I wanted to put her legs.

When I jumped in the pool near her, she pretended not to see me. I was in black, reversible trunks with no internal support. Like shorts, these had a zipper, fastener, and pockets. It tented easily and slipped lower due to its weak elastic waist. I let it slip — allowed and encouraged it by water leaps like a dolphin near her. When I exposed pubic hair, she went still like a deer in headlights and subtly stared. She neither left nor spoke to me, but she did flex her cleavage at me — that mild flirt seemed pushy for her, especially when her flex made her nipple escaping for several seconds. Did she notice and ignore it?

Another trainee exited the adjacent Jacuzzi and invited us to a ‘party’ in his room. My invitation to her was the first time speaking to her. She blushed and stuttered with a Midwest accent, so I pursued that info as we went to someone’s room. She said her name was Fi, but refused to say the full version. When she crossed in front of me, I x-rayed her swimsuit to watch her softly moving ass as it wiggled, then imagined it on my face. My trunks tented.

The party room was crowded with about fifteen people and a big cooler full of varied drinks. Several hot women were still in tiny bikinis. A blond in an orange bikini held my attention. I casually complimented them to Fi. We sat close to each other on firm chairs. I hid my tent from others by pressing it down with my arm, but I let Fi see it and let the trunks climb so the loose leg let my bulge slip to the edge. The heat I felt from her hot thigh added to my swelling. Her leg twitched nervously, indecisive about what to do.

As she watched, pale, out of the corner of her eyes as she stared straight ahead, I watched her watching it and smiled. Ignoring the dozen people near us, when I saw my dick head peak out, I pushed down harder to make it swell. Fi gasped but kept her sly eyes fixed on it. She gulped. The pink bishop contrasted well with my black trunks and made it impossible to miss.

While struggling to chat casually, I dared to place a hand on her bare thigh, squeezed it, then slid to her knee to let her recover from the shock. Her legs briefly spread enough to show me her camel toe had swelled greatly. I licked my lips. She silently stared at my daring hand. I slid it back up her thigh to within an inch of her delta. She gasped, but didn’t move it away. My bishop throbbed and came fully into view. My cock swelled and peeked farther out from my trunk leg now showing an inch of my shaft. She inhaled sharply and kept staring at it.