Eltham Ecstasy
"Swimming instructor Chidinma teaches adults at the Eltham pool. When nervous non-swimmer Derek books private lessons, she shows him that the water isn't the only thing that can make you wet."
At thirty-five, Derek's inability to swim was his deepest embarrassment. Business trips with pool parties, beach holidays declined—all because of water fear.
Chidinma changed everything.
She emerged from the pool like a water goddess—Nigerian curves in a navy swimsuit, water streaming down her dark skin. Her body was powerful—swimmer's shoulders, thick thighs, and curves that the practical suit couldn't minimize.
"First lesson, we work on trust," she said. "You trust me?"
"I just met you."
"Then we'll fix that too."
The lessons were private, 9 PM after the pool closed. Week after week, Derek's skills improved, but so did his distraction. Chidinma in the water was mesmerizing—her body moving through it like it was her natural element.
"You're getting better," she said one night, standing close in the shallow end. "But you're still tense."
"Hard not to be. Around you."
"Why?" She stepped closer, water lapping at her chest. "Do I make you nervous?"
"In the best way."
"Then let me help you relax."
Her kiss was warm despite the cool water. Her body pressed against his, buoyant and heavy at once, her thick thighs wrapping around his waist.
"I've wanted this," she breathed. "Watching you struggle, grow, trust me. Something about a man willing to face his fears."
"Chidinma—"
"Shh." Her hand found him under the water. "Let me teach you something new."
They moved to the pool edge, her back against the tiles, her legs around his waist. He entered her in the water, the sensation strange and wonderful—different resistance, different heat.
"Yes... like that... slow..."
She coached him through it like she coached his swimming—patient, encouraging, demanding excellence. Her moans echoed off the pool tiles, mixing with the gentle splash of water.
"Deeper... there... yes..."
She came with a cry that filled the empty building, her nails raking his back, her thick body shuddering against him.
"Out of the pool," she gasped. "I need you properly."
They climbed out, and she lay back on the pool deck, spreading her thick thighs. Water glistened on her dark skin, pooling in her curves.
"Now. Hard."
He gave her everything he had, and she met him stroke for stroke. She was strong, athletic, demanding. She flipped them, riding him on the wet deck, water and sweat mixing.
"Yes! Yes! YES!"
She came again, and this time he followed, both of them crying out in the echoing space.
Later, still dripping, they sat with their legs in the pool.
"So," Derek said, "do all your students get this level of instruction?"
"Only the ones who work hard." She kissed his shoulder. "And you've worked very hard."
"Have I graduated?"
"From swimming? Maybe." She slid into the water and pulled him with her. "From other lessons? We're just getting started."
His Eltham ecstasy had taught him to float. And Chidinma was ready to take him into deeper waters.