Stacey's hips were swaying from left to right as she sauntered back towards the pool. The bra was no match for her big breasts. Her deep cleavage was practically screaming for attention, while the panties left little to the imagination as it barely covered her tempting ass. .
She knew how exposed and sexy she was and was ready to handle whatever came.
As she approached the pool, Jethro's gaze was drawn to her. He didn't know when he started staring, but he found himself glued to her irresistible body.
He has never seen Stacey so exposed. His eyes followed the line of her neck, down to her collarbone, then further down to the soft mounds that rose and fell with each breath she took.
As Jethro watched her, he began to imagine things. He couldn't help but notice the way her pantie rode up, revealing a hint of her pussy line. At this period, he began to feel blood rushing down his groin. He was getting hard inside the water.
Stacey, who was aware of the effect she was having on Jethro, smiled to herself as she got closer. She was excited that Jethro found her attractive and was going to teach her how to swim. She had always felt a little self-conscious about her body around men, but Jethro's friendly demeanor put her at ease.
As she reached the side of the pool, Jethro looked away, trying to compose himself even though he had been caught already.
He couldn't believe the thoughts that were running through his mind. He had a girlfriend, and Stacey was her sister's best friend. It was completely wrong to be thinking about her in this way. He waved off the feelings, telling himself he was being ridiculous.
"Hi, I'm back. I hope you don't have problem with my outfit." Stacey asked and when he looked back at Stacey, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her again. She was so sexy, so attractive, and he found himself wanting her. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to feel her skin against his. He wanted to have sex with her, to explore every curve of her body. He managed to push the thoughts away, trying to focus on the task at hand: teaching Stacey how to swim.
"Yeah, if you are comfortable with it. I don't have any problem with it." He replied.
"No, you are the boss here. If you want me to change it. I can go back and change it." Stacey said, though she was hoping he would just let her wear it.
Jethro knew that it would be safer to let her change, but the naughty side of him wanted to enjoy the moment with her.
"Don't worry about it. Just come inside and let's start." Jethro said.
Stacey took a deep breath and slowly stepped into the pool, the cool water enveloping her. Jethro reached out and took her hand, guiding her into the shallow end.
"Okay, let's start with the basics," Jethro began. "Just hold onto the edge and start kicking your legs."
Stacey did as he instructed, gripping the edge of the pool and kicking her legs. The water splashed around her, and she couldn't help but laugh at the sensation. Jethro watched her with a smile and eyes that were twinkling with amusement.
"You are doing well," He said. "Now, let's try floating. I'll hold you up, don't worry."
Stacey hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure?"
"Don't you trust me? I'm here, you don't have anything to worry about. I'm here to guide you."
She nodded and let go of the edge and allowed him to take her. His hands were strong, and she felt herself relax as she floated on her back.
"See? You are floating already." Jethro said. "Just keep breathing and let the water carry you."
Stacey closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. She could feel Jethro's presence beside her, his hands gently supporting her. The warmth of his touch and the sound of his voice made her feel safe and cherished.
Jethro found himself touching Stacey more and more, his hands on her waist, her hips, and her thighs, and she wasn't trying to stop him just as Anabel said. Jetro was trying to be professional, but it was hard to ignore the fact that Stacey was so close, so vulnerable, and so beautiful.