Subaqua voyeurism
I'm a very keen fitness freak and am somewhat fanatical about getting my daily fix of exercise stimulated endorphins. Two or three days a week I'll head to the local pool for a swim.

One particular afternoon I decided to go a couple of hours early and ended up having the fast lane to myself. I was happily thrashing my way up and down the empty lane when I caught sight of a figure slowly lowering themselves into the water in my lane. As I got closer and the blur began to sharpen into focus I realised that the figure was female and that they were wearing a two piece costume. The latter being fairly unusual. She was in her early twenties and not unattractive I noted.

Anyway, I didn't give it a second thought as she started her swim. She was swimming classic breast stroke style which meant she was kicking her legs sideways and going a lot slower than I was. Fair play, my lane was empty save for me so I didn't give it a second thought until I went to overtake her.

Wha????

It seemed she was suffering from a wardrobe malfunction of epic proportions. Each time she kicked, the gusset of her bikini bottoms flapped sideways. Swimming front crawl meant I had my head underwater and my view was pretty much filled with intermittent minge-flashing as I passed.

What do I do? The gentlemanly instinct was to stop her and tactfully suggest that she might want to adjust her dress. The cowardly instinct was to keep schtumn and pretend I'd seen nothing. Guess which I plumped for?

Anyways, such was the difference in speed that I overtook about eight or nine times, each time being distracted by a gogglefull of beaver.

On reflection though, perhaps the gentlemanly thing would have been to have pointed the overabundance of pant-beard and give directions to the nearest waxing parlour. The view from the back was akin to the mental picture of Brian Blessed blowing a kiss.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Fri 12 Oct 2007, 10:17, 1 reply)

I'm also a frequent swimmer
I had the exact same experience recently. But to cap it, the top half of the girl's cossie was low cut and strappy, so every time she pushed off from the end, the force of the water would cause her tits to pop out, so she swam about 23 of each 25m with her nipples in full view from the front, and all of the 25m with her minge in view from behind.

She didn't seem too bothered about it. Which was good. Made me feel like a dirty old man though. Not that it put me off!

Length? Lengths, more like. About 50 of them.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 10:28, closed)