Learning to Swim
Posted: Thu May 03, 2018 1:47 am
While I was swimming laps at the gym this afternoon, a swim instructor was teaching a class in the smaller pool. After my workout, I sat in the hot tub. The class ended shortly after.
A mom walked over with her son and daughter and said hello to the instructor, who was cleaning up after the class. She inquired about classes for her kids, who, by the sound of it, didn't know how to swim at all.
The instructor told her that they teach classes for complete beginners and assured her that lots of kids are at the same level. She told the mom how to sign up for the class.
"Do they need any special equipment?" asked the mom.
"We provide everything. They just need a swimsuit," said the instructor.
"We'll have to stop at the store. They've never really needed one before," the mom said sounding a little embarrassed.
"You'll find a much better selection online," said the instructor. "It can be hard to find a good training suit in stores."
"I see. Should I be looking for something in particular?" asked the mom.
"I'd recommend a one-piece for your daughter and a swim brief, sometimes called "speedo", for your son," she replied.
The mom actually blushed a little. "Aren't those, um, a little revealing."
The instructor smiled. "A little," she said. "But I recommend briefs for learning to swim. Other styles, like shorts, tend to have a lot of excess fabric, which can drag you down in the water and make it more difficult. You can get a jammer, but he'll be more comfortable in briefs."
The jets in the hot tub turned off while she was talking; they're on a timer. I stood up and walked over to the button on the wall to turn them back on.
"See, all the serious swimmers wear them," she said gesturing toward me.
"Okay, I'll see what I can find," said the mom. "Thanks for your help."
I got back in the hot tub and the instructor resumed cleaning up. When she was finished, she came over to the hot tub.
"Sorry if I made you a spectacle," she apologized.
"No problem," I replied.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Not at all," I said.
She removed the shorts and t-shirt she was wearing and set them on a bench. Underneath, she was wearing one of the skimpiest bikinis I've seen at that pool. She walked down the steps and into the hot tub.
We chatted as we soaked. I found out she's a student at the local college and teaches lessons to earn a little spending cash. She was on the swim team all through school, but didn't want to join the college team.
"It's cool that you're confident enough to wear a brief," she said. "The guys my age all wear dorky shorts."
"I'm sure you saw a lot of them on the swim team," I said.
"The guys were required to wear them on my high school team. Not that I complained."
"Something tells me they didn't mind seeing you in a swimsuit either."
She laughed at that. We both sat quietly, just enjoying the water. The jets went off again.
"I should get going," she said.
"Me too," I agreed.
We both got out of the water. Her suit was almost transparent. The shelf where they keep the towels was empty.
"They keep extras in the staff locker room," she said. "I can drop a couple off in the men's locker room if you want."
"Thanks, that'd be great," I said.
I went to the men's pool locker room and she went into the staff area. Assuming she'd leave them near the entrance, I rinsed out my suit and went to the showers. So, I was a little surprised when I heard her clear her throat behind me. I turned around and there she was holding a couple of towels.
I apologized for the confusion, explaining that I didn't think she'd bring them into the locker room. She laughed it off and set the towels down on a bench.
"Have a good night," was all she said as she walked out.
A mom walked over with her son and daughter and said hello to the instructor, who was cleaning up after the class. She inquired about classes for her kids, who, by the sound of it, didn't know how to swim at all.
The instructor told her that they teach classes for complete beginners and assured her that lots of kids are at the same level. She told the mom how to sign up for the class.
"Do they need any special equipment?" asked the mom.
"We provide everything. They just need a swimsuit," said the instructor.
"We'll have to stop at the store. They've never really needed one before," the mom said sounding a little embarrassed.
"You'll find a much better selection online," said the instructor. "It can be hard to find a good training suit in stores."
"I see. Should I be looking for something in particular?" asked the mom.
"I'd recommend a one-piece for your daughter and a swim brief, sometimes called "speedo", for your son," she replied.
The mom actually blushed a little. "Aren't those, um, a little revealing."
The instructor smiled. "A little," she said. "But I recommend briefs for learning to swim. Other styles, like shorts, tend to have a lot of excess fabric, which can drag you down in the water and make it more difficult. You can get a jammer, but he'll be more comfortable in briefs."
The jets in the hot tub turned off while she was talking; they're on a timer. I stood up and walked over to the button on the wall to turn them back on.
"See, all the serious swimmers wear them," she said gesturing toward me.
"Okay, I'll see what I can find," said the mom. "Thanks for your help."
I got back in the hot tub and the instructor resumed cleaning up. When she was finished, she came over to the hot tub.
"Sorry if I made you a spectacle," she apologized.
"No problem," I replied.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Not at all," I said.
She removed the shorts and t-shirt she was wearing and set them on a bench. Underneath, she was wearing one of the skimpiest bikinis I've seen at that pool. She walked down the steps and into the hot tub.
We chatted as we soaked. I found out she's a student at the local college and teaches lessons to earn a little spending cash. She was on the swim team all through school, but didn't want to join the college team.
"It's cool that you're confident enough to wear a brief," she said. "The guys my age all wear dorky shorts."
"I'm sure you saw a lot of them on the swim team," I said.
"The guys were required to wear them on my high school team. Not that I complained."
"Something tells me they didn't mind seeing you in a swimsuit either."
She laughed at that. We both sat quietly, just enjoying the water. The jets went off again.
"I should get going," she said.
"Me too," I agreed.
We both got out of the water. Her suit was almost transparent. The shelf where they keep the towels was empty.
"They keep extras in the staff locker room," she said. "I can drop a couple off in the men's locker room if you want."
"Thanks, that'd be great," I said.
I went to the men's pool locker room and she went into the staff area. Assuming she'd leave them near the entrance, I rinsed out my suit and went to the showers. So, I was a little surprised when I heard her clear her throat behind me. I turned around and there she was holding a couple of towels.
I apologized for the confusion, explaining that I didn't think she'd bring them into the locker room. She laughed it off and set the towels down on a bench.
"Have a good night," was all she said as she walked out.
