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Swimming Lessons and Romantic Encounters
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Cao Ming was determined to learn how to swim well before summer vacation, hoping to impress his girlfriend. He found a warm-water swimming pool with a sign that read "Fitness Club," signed up for a guaranteed class, paid the tuition, and bought the necessary gear. Every morning at six o'clock, he reported for lessons, focusing on the Frog Style.
However, something seemed off. After two weeks of practice, aside from being able to hold his breath long enough to apply for the Guinness World Records, he hadn't made much progress. While two kids in his class had already learned to breathe properly, he was still floundering in place, struggling to move forward. The coach was particularly strict, which only added to his frustration.
One morning, as Cao Ming left home, he sensed that the weather wasn't great. By the time he arrived at the pool, it had started pouring rain. Fortunately, he had parked his bike under cover and stayed dry. Since he was already there, he changed into his swim trunks and got into the pool to wait for the coach.
With few swimmers around and even fewer due to the rain, the sound of raindrops hitting the glass roof above created a poetic atmosphere. After waiting for a long time without seeing the coach, Cao Ming figured they might not show up. Feeling cold while floating in the water without moving, he decided to practice on his own. He swam out about five or six steps from the edge and tried to swim back.
Cao Ming kicked and stroked hard as he attempted to make progress back and forth. The wall seemed so close yet so far away; after struggling for what felt like an eternity, he finally reached it. Breathing heavily and feeling disheveled, he stood up before pushing off again, unwilling to give up.
As more swimmers gradually left, Cao Ming continued his efforts. When he once again managed to touch the wall and stood up, someone suddenly said beside him, "That's useless; you can't move forward like that."
Cao Ming turned to see a woman wearing dark swimming goggles and a palm-colored one-piece swimsuit with a low U-shaped neckline. She wasn't very tall but had a full chest that bobbed just above the water's surface. As Cao Ming observed her slender shoulders and smooth skin, he guessed she was no older than thirty. Since he was also wearing swimming goggles, he felt bold enough to sneak glances at her cleavage.
"Your movements are completely wrong!" she said.
Wrong? No way!
"Where... where am I going wrong?" Cao Ming asked earnestly as he stepped closer for a better look.
"Everything is wrong!" She spread her arms wide and shook her head.
Just as Cao Ming was about to ask again, she crouched down and pushed off from the wall, effortlessly completing two strokes before surfacing about five meters away.
"See?" she said to him. "It's completely different!"
Of course it was different; if Cao Ming knew the secret, there would be no need for him to take lessons!
Cao Ming asked her for advice, but she countered with another question: "Do you know where the greatest power in Frog Style comes from?"
"The legs," Cao Ming replied correctly.
"Then why aren't you moving forward? Are you not putting in enough effort?" she asked as she gradually swam back toward him.
"I? I'm trying really hard! Look!" Cao Ming said as he placed his hands on the edge of the pool and lifted his legs to demonstrate his kicking technique.
She smiled as she watched him.
"Now watch me do this..." She also held onto the edge of the pool and floated while performing a kick: "What's different?"
Her figure was indeed stunning; once she floated up, Cao Ming could see her well-defined curves in detail. The back of her swimsuit had a large oval cutout that revealed her flawless white skin. Her backside was beautifully rounded and perfectly shaped; her swimsuit could only cover part of it diagonally, leaving half of her cheeks exposed on either side like two delightful pastries—plump and full of elasticity—with cute lines forming where her thighs met her bottom.
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