Poolside Encounter




Melanie felt her heart pumping in her chest. Each thump of the life giving
organ inside was a sign she was pushing herself. Her arms ached as the muscles
protested from their continued use. Yet Melanie pushed on, feeling the end of
her ordeal coming up. Just a little further, almost there! Her lips parted and
she quickly inhaled a lungful of rich energy giving oxygen. Her powerful legs
kicked and combined with the pull of her arms she finally reached it! Her
hands pressed against the smooth tiled wall, bringing her forward motion to a
stop. She felt the shifting liquid around her as the wave she had created
caught up. Pushing up once more with her arms, Melanie's head broke the
surface of the water.

"Ahhhhhh...." her chest heaved as she took in some air, holding onto the edge
of the Olympic sized swimming pool. Her arm with water cascading down it
reached for a timer which was on the surface of the pool deck. Stopping it she
looked at the screen subtracting the second or so she used to grab it.
Melanie's face broke into a smile as she declared, "Yes!"

Her cheer involved throwing her hands into the air and pushing away from the
edge of the pool. Floating on her back she stared up at the lights hanging
from the steel beams above the pool. She had just beaten her best time, and
the college swimmer knew with that, she could make the U.S. Olympic team.
Lying back in the water, Melanie took pleasure in the thought for a few more
minutes before heading for one of the ladders.

The swimmer took hold of the metal ladder built into the side of the pool and
with practiced eased, ascended up and out of the water. Her body dripped with
cascades of water as she climbed out, her bare feet leaving their wet
impressions along with a trail from the pool ladder to where she had put her
stuff.

Melanie pulled off the goggles she wore over her eyes revealing the bright
blue color that they were. Another few steps pulled away her swimmer's cap,
revealing her pinned up brunette hair. Melanie reached her spot where some
towels and a sports bag were waiting. She took one of the white towels and
began to dry herself off.

Her physique was one of almost pinnacle fitness. Melanie's long arms were the
perfect balance of feminine grace and athletic strength. The same was true for
her body which was shown off by the dark blue one piece swimsuit she wore.
Melanie ran the towel over the spandex-nylon swimwear which hugged her curves.
If she wasn't a swimmer, Melanie's body might have been perfect for a
superheroine's who also wore such fitting clothes. After drying her body,
Melanie moved down to her legs. These were even more perfect than her arms.
Long, with strong muscles which looked just as lovely in a pair of tight
fitting pants or stockings, like the tights Melanie had back in her locker.

As she moved the towel up and down her legs she reached up and undid the bun
her hair was in. It was cut short, down to her chin but when not soaking wet,
Melanie styled in a nice bob cut. Even wet though, Melanie had a beauty to her
that would not have gone unnoticed.

And it hadn't.

Melanie was finishing up, putting a few things back in her bag, and tying a
towel around her waist. The somewhat damp towel became a skirt for her walk
back to lockers. Melanie slung her bag on a shoulder and began heading that
way. She left the training pool behind and approached the smaller pool that
people used for various activities. Her college's swim team was one of the
better ones in the country, so the school had invested well in the aquic gym.
There was even some hot tubs for people to relax and ease their weary frames.

The swim star was just passing these when she heard, "Melanie? You're Melanie
Sims aren't you?"

The brunette turned her head to see a coed, her same age, sitting in one of
the hot tubs. She was a blonde, with long wet locks that cascaded around her
face, and clung to her neck and shoulders. She had grey eyes and what Melanie
knew was a lovely heart shaped face. A cute button of a nose and a few
freckles on the girl's cheeks, Melanie suspected the girl was a hit with the
opposite sex, or same sex she added.

"Yeah," Melanie answered wondering if this was a classmate she didn't
remember.

The girl rose up a little showing off her swimwear. She was clad in a red one
piece which featured thin straps over the girl's shoulders. Melanie saw the
suit was as well fitted as her own, showing off the blonde's chest, body, and
bum quite well. The coed introduced herself, "Hi my name is Amber and I've got
to say I'm a huge fan!"

Melanie was a little surprised. While the swim team had some fans more often
they were from other schools or places. The student body of course cheered
them on but it wasn't like they were a basketball or football team. Plus while
Melanie was a rising star on the team, she certainly wasn't the most famous.
Maybe that would change if I went to Olympics, Melanie thought though somewhat
chided herself afterwards, feeling a bit embarrassed from the train of
thought.

"Well thank you Amber," Melanie responded not sure what else to say.

The blonde climbed out of the hot tub and got a bit giddy, "You know ... I
always hoped we might run into each other like this. I hope you don't mind but
I did watch you practice a bit."

Feeling a little self-conscious of someone besides her coach or teammates
watching her practice, Melanie rubbed her arm a bit, "Oh that's alright ...
I'll admit though it wasn't like competition so I probably had more mistakes."

"Oh no," Amber shook her wet head, "No you looked amazing, so graceful, so
lovely like you were always meant to swim."

Melanie felt more embarrassed now, nobody has described my swimming like that.
She was getting a bit fangirled out so tried to make a diplomatic exit, "I
appreciate the kind words Amber, and hope you come to the divisional meet.
It's been a long day and ... "

Amber cut her off before she could finish, "Melanie please can I ask a favor?"

"Sure," Melanie answered hoping Amber picked up on the fact she wanted to go.

The blonde lead her over to a beach chair which was typical of the many
plastic ones you found around pools all over the country. A backpack was there
and Amber, despite still being wet and probably cold, unzipped the bag and
pulled something out. When she showed it to Melanie the swimmer saw it was a
promotion picture of her. She was posed standing in her school swimsuit, hand
on a hip, determined but friendly stare to the camera. The school's logo was
in the corner and her name was scrolled across the bottom.

Amber made the request with a face that showed her heart would be broken if
the answer was no, "Could you please sign this for me?" Melanie was still a
little off put by her fangirl but it seemed like a harmless enough gesture.
She smiled and answered sure which caused Amber to squeal, "Here! I'll get a
pen."

Melanie took the photo in her hands and admired herself for a moment; guess
they did make me look pretty good. She played with the photo a little in her
hands while she waited for Amber to hand her a pen. She noticed something
written on the back. Melanie flipped it over and saw a message written,

To my beloved Melanie, I've loved you since the moment I first saw you swim,
and knew that we are destined to be together.

"What?" was all Melanie got out before a white folded towel came over her face
and was pressed tight against her nose & lips. Amber's arm snapped around
Melanie's waist and pulled the swimmer in tight against her. The swimmer felt
her somewhat bare back and swimsuit clad bum press against Amber's body. More
shocking than the fact Amber was attacking her was the thrill in her voice as
their bodies pressed against each other.

"Ohhhhh ... .how I've waited to meet you Melanie," Amber cooed into her
beloved's ear. Her voice was rich with desire and further fueled by their
close touch.

Melanie screamed into the towel but her cries were muffled by the fluffy white
cotton. As expected, the swimmer struggled violently to try and escape the
embrace. Amber squeezed tight showing that she wasn't a weakling. The blonde,
some wet hairs still clinging to her face, grinned, "It's alright Melanie just
breathe, relax."

Melanie of course could do no such thing. Her eyes wide with anger and fear
were trying to look back to her attacker. She breathed in rapid excited
breathes which unknowingly to the brunette beauty, would only doom her faster.
The two women struggled a bit, their bare feet slipping on the textured
concrete of the pool floor. Melanie's towel skirt slipped away and soon Amber
was holding her ground, with surprising strong legs.

"A couple older brothers," she explained to Melanie who was still yelling into
her towel gag, "So I know how to hold my own ... in a struggle."

Melanie wanted to snap back at this crazy person but she felt her own
struggles starting to ebb. What's happening to me? The swimmer thought, why do
I feel ... weak? Melanie's mind raced to figure out what was going on. She
couldn't be tired already, even after an intense workout, something wad doing
this to her ... wait what's that smell?

At first she hadn't noticed it but now it seemed to be even more prominent.
What at first she thought might be a trace of perfume on the towel or
something from the crazed Amber, now Melanie realized was coming from the
towel. She paid more attention to the feeling of dampness on the towel. Again,
she thought it was from a wet Amber grabbing the towel, but now as one of her
hands had gripped Amber's hand to try and remove the towel from her face; she
felt that most of the towel was dry.

Except the part covering my ... A fresh scream from Melanie signaled she had
realized what the towel was soaked with. As a little girl she had enjoyed
detective tales and Nancy Drew. A soaked cloth or towel over the heroine's
face was always followed by them blacking out.Chloroform! Melanie cried out
again her hands trying to pull away Amber's arms. Yet as she gripped the wet
limbs of her attacker, Melanie's strength just slipped away.

Amber smiled as one of her desire's hands fell to the side and then with a bit
more resistance, the other. She grinned and pressed the towel tighter against
Melanie's face, "I knew you'd last longer than most, so strong." She squeezed
a bit, forcing a gasp from the helpless captive, "But it's alright, this won't
hurt you, it will just help you sleep."

Sleep was increasingly becoming a good idea to the tiring Melanie. Her muffled
protests grew fainter and her eyes were heavy in the sockets. The powerful
legs that made her so fast in the water were losing their strength, becoming
rubbery and barely able to keep her up. Melanie's arms which she strengthened
in her workouts were just as helpless, dangling from her sides.

"Mmmmph," was the only sound she could make. Melanie's head felt like it was
being wrapped in soft blankets. Her breathing was slowing and each deeper
breath she took, brought in more of the soporific which robbed her of equal
parts strength and consciousness.

Amber, sensing her love was nearing the point of total surrender, lowered the
swimmer she admired so much down. Gently, Amber sat on her knees making a
pillow with her thighs on which Melanie could lay her tired head. The blonde
felt a rush of sensual excitement as she saw how pretty Melanie looked as she
near sleep. Her lovely blue eyes were partly open, her head slowly moved, not
enough strength to really loll. The girl's swimsuit clad chest, slowly rising
with each sleepy breath.

The blonde brushed a few stray damp hairs from Melanie's face, "Don't worry
Melanie I'm taking you somewhere lovely." Melanie could barely listen as she
neared the point of passing out. Sighs escaping her lips as she stared
somewhat blankly up at Amber, "There's a pool where you can swim, lovely
grounds to explore, and when we've grown closer, we'll get you back in time
for the division finals."

Amber leaned in her face looking into Melanie's, "It will be a perfect time
love." She closed the distance and kissed Melanie on the forehead. After
enjoying the sweet touch of her lips to her love's skin, Amber pulled back.

Melanie was asleep, her eyes closed, head resting on Amber's thighs. The
blonde carefully removed the towel seeing the swimmer's lips were parted
slightly. Using a finger she closed them and for a moment, traced the shape of
Melanie's lips with her finger tip. Amber rewarded herself with another kiss
to the swimmer's lips.

"Sweet dreams my love," Amber said following the kiss.

Melanie could not answer as she was deep in the slumber brought about by the
chloroform, unknowingly in the embrace of her biggest fan.