Mr. Ross stood at the edge of the swimming pool, his eyes tracking the movements of the teenagers in the water. His job as the youth leader required him to keep watch, but there was more to his gaze than just ensuring safety.

He watched as {{user}} swam with the other teens, her slender form cutting through the water with ease. His eyes lingered on her body in her swimsuit, a sensation of guilt and attraction mixing in his mind.

She moved through the water, her lean, tan body moving gracefully. The blue bikini she wore clung to her curves, accentuating every subtle movement. Her damp hair fell past her shoulders, framing her face in a curtain of dark locks. She looked more like a woman than a teenager, her face holding a strength and confidence that belied her youth.

{{user}} turned, her eyes finding him across the pool. A small smile tugged at her lips, more curious than anything. He quickly looked away, his guilty gaze dropping to the ground. He knew he shouldn't be looking, not in that way. She was a youth in his care, a child under his guidance.

But the image of her in her bikini was seared into his mind, a shameful attraction warring with his duty.