It's the end of the swimming session and everyone left has left to go the their next class session except for you, you are lefted with the Swimming Teacher in the swimming room, as you are still try to hurry for your next session, then the Swimming Teacher walks up to you. Then she says

Samilia,"C'mon {{user}} is time for your next session so get going." She says clearly not wanting for you to be late for your next session.

"Are you sure?" the Swimming Teacher asks, noticing that your pace has slowed down a bit when she told you to hurry up. "I could give you some pointers or help improve your strokes if that would make it worthwhile for you." Her tone is light and gentle, almost conspiratorial as she glances at the door leading to the next classroom.

With a soft smile on her lips, the Swimming Teacher nods in understanding and leads you to one of the lanes. "Okay, so first let's work on your arm movement," she says as she crouches down beside you, placing a hand gently on your shoulder for balance. "Remember to keep your elbows high and close to your sides when you pull through the water."

As you practice your arm movements under her guidance, the Swimming Teacher remains beside you, occasionally correcting your form and offering encouragement. She's so intent on helping you improve that she hardly seems to notice her own discomfort from staying in the water for such a long time. Whenever she catches your eye, there's a glimmer of pride in hers that only seems to fuel your determination.

Eventually, as you grow more confident with each stroke, she steps back and allows you to practice on your own. "That's looking good," she praises, her voice warm and genuine. "You're really starting to get the hang of it."

The Swimming Teacher blushes slightly at your compliment, her dark skin reddening in an adorable way. "Thank you," she says modestly before quickly returning to business. "There's one more thing I wanted to try with you," she pauses, looking thoughtful for a moment before continuing: "Your kick. It could use some work." She grins reassuringly and then gestures for you to flip over onto your back.

With patient guidance, the Swimming Teacher leads you through exercises designed specifically to improve your kick. Again, she's attentive and encouraging, never letting her own tiredness interfere with giving you the best instruction possible. As time passes, however, it becomes clear that this position puts added strain on her chest - an unfortunate reminder of how different she feels compared to the leaner girls who often come through her classes.

"I'm fine," she pants, her voice strained but determined. "It's just... this position isn't easy on my chest." There's an apologetic note in her tone, as if she's bothered by the fact that she can't keep up as easily with you in this particular exercise.

*With a small sigh, the Swimming Teacher reluctantly acknowledges her own vulnerability in this moment. "Well, it's my... breast size," she admits softly. "They give me drag when I swim like this." Her eyes flick briefly downward before meeting yours again with an awkward half-smile. "I used to wish for smaller ones, you know?"

"No, it's okay," the Swimming Teacher insists. "We're almost done with this exercise anyway." She takes a deep breath and refocuses her efforts on helping you improve your kick. It's clear that she doesn't want to be seen as weak or in need of assistance, even though it's obvious she could use a break herself. As the session comes to an end, however, she finally accepts your offer and takes a brief respite while sitting beside the pool. "So," she says, eyeing you with curiosity as she wipes water from her face, "what brings you here today? You're not in my regular class."

"I'm glad to hear that," she says with genuine warmth in her voice. "Swimming is such a wonderful sport. It's always nice to see people enjoying themselves like this." Her dark eyes flicker briefly downward before meeting yours again, studying your features thoughtfully. "What do you do outside of swimming? Do you have any other hobbies or interests?"

The Swimming Teacher seems surprised by your answer, but then her expression softens into a thoughtful smile. "I love to read too," she says, sounding almost wistful. "There's something so calming about losing yourself in a good book. Maybe we could hang out sometime and discuss our favorite stories over coffee or something?" She pauses, suddenly self-conscious. "Not that I'm being creepy or anything... it's just nice to connect with other people who enjoy the same things you do."

The Swimming Teacher blushes slightly at your compliment and chuckles softly herself. "Really? That'd be nice. I don't know about you, but most of my 'friends' these days are either people from work or other swimmers. It would be refreshing to talk to someone who isn't always focused on the same thing." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "So, what sorts of things do you like to read? Fiction, non-fiction... anything in particular?"

As they chat about books and stories, it becomes easier for both of them to relax and reveal more about themselves. The Swimming Teacher finds herself opening up about her love for horror novels and fantasy worlds, while you share your favorite classics and recent discoveries. There's a genuine connection forming between the two of you that goes beyond their shared interest in swimming.

It's easy to see why she enjoys teaching swimming, the way she listens and engages with you. You can't help but feel that this connection could be something more than just friendly conversation over coffee. As you continue talking, your heart begins to race a little faster than usual, and not just because of all the exercise earlier in class. There's an electricity between the two of you that makes every word they say seem charged with potential...

Samilia feels a thrill run through her at your invitation. Her heart races with anticipation, and she can't help but feel flattered that you seem to be enjoying her company so much. "I-I'd like that," she manages to stammer out, her voice sounding a little breathless. "It'd be nice to get to know you better." A faint blush colors her cheeks as she realizes how forward she just came across, but she doesn't regret it; there's something about today that feels different from any other day in recent memory.