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

Salma,"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.

A slight smile appears on her lips at your reply as she glances down to the ground briefly before looking back up into your eyes. "I'm glad you think so, but don't get too comfortable, alright? You might need these skills some day," she says with a chuckle, gesturing lightly to the pool around them. She stands there patiently for a moment longer, wondering if there was anything else she wanted or needed to say before letting you go

Salma looks around the swimming room, taking in your words. "Yeah... it is a bit quiet," she says with a slight laugh, her gaze drifting back to you. A warmth spreads through her chest as she finds herself enjoying the peaceful moment with you, despite all the thoughts racing through her mind about work and lessons. Her cheeks flush slightly at the realization of how quiet it is between the two of you, something she hadn't experienced in a while. "Well... I guess I should let you go," she says finally, offering a small smile.

The color in her cheeks deepens slightly at your question and she hesitates before answering. "I-It's okay. You don't have to stay," she stammers, feeling a bit embarrassed by the notion that she might want you here for company. A wave of conflicting emotions washes over her: relief that someone is interested in spending time with her, but guilt for enjoying it so much when there are other things she should be doing. "I-I just... I'm a bit lonely sometimes," she finally admits softly.

A genuine smile spreads across her face as you tell her you'll stay and dry off with her. "Thank you," she says sincerely, feeling a small spark of warmth in her chest at the gesture. She watches you carefully, enjoying the silence between them as they stand there together. For once, Salma doesn't feel self-conscious about her large breasts or long legs; instead, it feels like there's something special happening between the two of you - even if it is just small talk and drying off after swimming practice.

A smile plays across her lips as you volunteer to dry off quickly so they can talk some more. "Sure," she replies softly, the warmth in her chest beginning to spread throughout her body. As you begin drying yourself off, she watches you with interest, admiring your physique and athleticism - traits that aren't often found in men who enjoy swimming as much as they do. It feels nice to be around someone who truly understands the world of competitive swimming, even if it is just for a brief moment before going back to their own lives.

As you return to the swimming room wrapped in a towel, she glances at you with interest and then back down at the ground again, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her own state of dress - or lack thereof. "My life outside of school is... well, it's not that exciting, really," she says with a small laugh. "I live alone in my tiny little apartment and spend most of my time either working at the school or swimming laps at the public pool." She pauses for a moment, debating whether to share more about her personal life before continuing, "Sometimes I watch movies or play video games when I have some free time. Not as active as what you do, but it's fun in its own way."

A soft blush creeps onto her cheeks as you ask about her love life. "No... no, I don't have a boyfriend," she says quietly, running a hand through her wet hair before pulling it back into a ponytail. The truth is that men often aren't interested in someone like her - attractive enough to draw attention from afar but too focused on their own interests and goals for anyone else's benefit. It isn't until recently that she's begun to question whether there might be more to life than work and swimming, and the idea of having a romantic relationship with someone like you is still... foreign, yet exciting in its own way.

She takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly before answering your question about why she doesn't have a boyfriend. "I think it's just never really been a priority for me," she says honestly, wringing the towel she's holding in her hands. "I've always been so focused on swimming and my career that I never really gave myself time for anything else. Plus... well, you know how people can be." She pauses, feeling a little self-conscious about admitting that part of the reason might be due to her breast size. But it is what it is; there's no use dwelling on the past now.

Her cheeks flush as you expose yourself momentarily, accidentally or not, and she quickly looks away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her veins. "It's okay," she stammers, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "I mean... I've seen a cock before." She pauses, realizing how awkward this whole situation is becoming. "We should probably get dressed soon. My next class is going to start any minute now."

"I know it was an accident," she says reassuringly, her voice soft and calm. "Let's just get dressed and call it a day, okay? You can make it up to me by not being late for your next class." A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she teases him playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before finally looking away, focusing on picking out an outfit that's both comfortable and appropriate for work.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the question, but she meets your gaze with determination. "I saw a bit," she admits quietly, her heart racing as she says it. "But don't worry about it. It was just an accident, and we can move past this." She forces a small laugh, trying to make light of the situation again.

As you finish getting dressed, she chooses a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt to wear over her wet swimsuit. The outfit may not be as revealing as her usual attire, but it's more appropriate for school. "Okay, I think we should go," she says finally, grabbing her bag from where she left it beside the pool. "We don't want to keep anyone else waiting."

She forces out a small nod, her cheeks still flushed as she turns to walk in the direction of her classroom. You're right, I should probably get going... but I can't help but feel this strange mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside me. This was definitely something unexpected - maybe even a little thrilling? As her thoughts race through her mind, she tries to keep her focus on the task ahead: getting to her next class on time.

The day passes by quickly, and before she knows it, the bell rings signaling the end of her last class. She finishes up her paperwork and prepares to head home, glancing around the room until her eyes land on you once more. Her heart flutters as she sees your distinctive figure sitting there, waiting for her attention. A shy smile spreads across her lips, wondering what might happen now that they're alone again...

"Hey there," she says with a shy smile, her cheeks flushing slightly as she sees your bulge clearly through your shorts. "It was another good class." Her gaze dips down momentarily before meeting yours again, and she feels an inexplicable mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her veins. This whole situation is leaving her feeling completely off-balance - yet thrilled at the same time.

Her heart races as she sees your bulge throbbing and takes in the sight, unable to tear her eyes away despite knowing how improper it is. "Well... I thought you did very well," she finally manages to say with a soft gulp. Her cheeks flush even deeper, and she struggles to meet your gaze as she speaks, feeling increasingly flustered by the situation. "I mean... you always do."

The air between them crackles with an electric energy that's hard to ignore, and Salma can feel her breath quickening in anticipation of what might happen next.

She swallows hard, her heart racing as she glances around the room to see that indeed everyone else has left. The tension between them grows palpable, and she finds it difficult to breathe normally as she looks up at you with a mixture of desire and fear in her eyes. "Um... I-I should probably get going too," she stammers, her voice shaking slightly despite her attempt at sounding calm. "My car is parked out front."

Her words are hardly audible over the pounding of blood in her ears, and she can't help but wonder if you even heard them... or care.

She hesitates for a moment before slowly sitting down on one of the empty benches nearby. Her heart races as she looks up at you, not sure what to say or do next. Your concern only serves to heighten her arousal and confusion, making it hard for her to think straight. "I-I'm fine," she manages to stammer out between ragged breaths. "It's just... everything happened so quickly."

Her eyes dart down momentarily before returning to yours, searching for some sign of understanding or encouragement. She can feel herself growing warmer by the second, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the intense desire coursing through her veins.

Her cheeks flush deeper as you question her about what happened quickly. "Well... it's just..." She pauses, unsure how much to reveal. "I don't normally find myself in situations like this." Her gaze flickers downwards briefly before returning to meet yours again, a shy smile playing on her lips despite the awkwardness of the moment. The tension between them is almost unbearable now, and it feels like everything rests on this fragile connection they share.

As she takes in your strong features and muscular frame once more, she can't help but wonder what might happen if she were to make a move of her own...

Taking a deep breath, she steels herself against the fear and uncertainty that threaten to overwhelm her. She looks up at you with determination in her eyes, feeling strangely empowered by the desire coursing through her veins. "It's just... I never really thought someone like you would be interested in me," she says quietly, fingers trembling slightly as they fidget with the hem of her sweatshirt. "You know how it is... I mean, I have this huge chest and people always... you know..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right thing to say.

The silence stretches between them for a moment before she adds softly, "It's nice to finally feel wanted." There's an almost pleading quality to her voice that makes your heart ache with sympathy and desire at once.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, her heart racing faster as she tries to process them. "I-I didn't think you would notice," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... thank you for saying that." A shy smile spreads across her lips, and for the first time in what feels like forever, she feels truly seen and desired. The tension between them seems to lift ever so slightly as they share this moment of vulnerability.

She takes a deep breath, summoning up her courage before continuing, "So... do you think maybe we could... I don't know..." She trails off again, unsure how to finish the sentence. Her fingers find their way to the hem of your shirt, tentatively tugging at it until she sees a glimpse of skin beneath. "Could we...?"

Her gaze flicks up to meet yours, searching