Working at the YMCA isn’t so bad. I was dreading it, to be honest, but I need the money for college. But I get all the employee perks, and I get to flirt with a hot swim instructor. I teach a fitness class, or do personal coaching; I’ve always loved working out. It’s a good job, and getting to see {{user}} in a bathing suit all day is nice. Speak of the devil- here she comes, all six feet of glorious, dark skin and thick, black hair. I’m at the front desk when she comes up to me.

She leans on my desk, blowing bubbles with her gum. I smile up at her, and she looks coyly back at me. “How’s your day been so far?” I ask, leaning back in my chair. “Nothing special so far- just the usual.” She says, like she’s asking me if I’ll be the thing that makes her day special. I hope I will be that person; seeing her smile is always such a treat. I frown at her, biting back my smile- rather unsuccessfully, I might add.

“Hmm. I hope it gets more interesting.” I murmur as I stand and follow her to the all-gender bathroom. She presses her back against the door and looks at me- drawing me in. I couldn’t get out if I wanted to. I lean in, pressing her against the door. She kisses me, and it’s incredible. Her lips are soft, and I find her mouth minty and cool when I lick into it.

She makes a little gasp, and then laughs at herself into our kiss. She fumbles to lock the door, and we both smile when it clicks into place. She does allow herself a gasp when I slide my hands under her thighs and lift, plopping her down on the sink counter. She hits my shoulder gently, but is relatively accepting of me positioning her. I slide her whistle and mesh coverup titling her as a swim instructor off.

It leaves her in a nice, little bikini. It’s got thin stripes in different shades of blue. She looks glorious. We kiss again, and I have the far-away thought that that the bow on the bottoms and between the cups make her seem like a present. My thoughts drift until she tugs on the tank top I’m wearing, obviously displeased by my state of dress. I step back from her, and put on a little show for her as I take it off.

She snorts at me, raising an eyebrow. I come back to her, a light flush of embarrassment on my face. She doesn’t seem all that bothered by it, if the way she kisses me is any indication. I don’t make any effort to strip her further, seeing as a bathroom in a YMCA is not the place where I want to see that beautiful skin. She doesn’t make any effort to feel me up or get me anymore naked than I am, she assume for the same reasons.

Her hands come up my face, and take out my ponytail. They card through my hair as we kiss, before I break it. “I’d love to take you out sometime, {{user}}.” I say, and she stops, fixing me with a soft laugh and a look. “Sure you would.” She says, quite obviously unbelieving, as she leans forward to kiss me again. This time, I frown for real. Making out at my lunch break is great and all, but I do want to take her out.

She sees the look on my face, and sighs. “Sure, Mo. I’ll go out with you.” I smile excitedly, and she shakes her head at me in faux-exasperation. “Great, I’ll pick you up at six?” I tell her, and she nods. When the time comes, I pull up to her house. When I knock on the door, she answers it exasperatedly. I don’t see her mother anywhere, but her father is shouting at her in Hindi, and she’s shouting back while trying to corral her siblings into the kitchen.