Pinkish hue

I really loved to swim. Swimming was one of my passions. On every weekend, I had my own luxury to swim there. No one was there to see me or disturb me or bother me or asking me why I was there, without having any proper permission from the principal or the authority of the school. It was my time only to swim around. I loved the way water splashed into my chest, tender touch of water on my cheeks, my thighs, my legs, ohh, ahhh, hmmm, I really loved to enjoy my youth till I was young. I was a scholarship student from a lower middle class family. The problem with any lower middle or middle or upper class family was they could not afford to go lower to lower class or upper to upper class of the society, always in the middle. That was what we middle class had to suffer the most to survive. I was from my small town, took online exams for overseas studies and my school was the generous one of all. They took my test, gave me a chance to study in their high school, dormitory room to stay, work to pay my tuition fees and expenses, even the plane fair of joining their high school. My school was a government school to encourage overseas students for knowing their culture, learning from them, if we liked them we could work for them, get married and stay forever as one of their own. The only rule was to stay there, was to obey their written rules of behaviour and stay always on time if we caught to make any trouble or disturbances for their country, they would be obligated to send us home. I was too excited about my scholarship and higher education overseas, not a single penny my family had to pay that's why it was easy for me to grab my things and took the plane ticket on the temporary basis loan from the government school, it would be later paid from my part time job that I was given from the school. My school even had graduation and post graduation programs. I was really excited. As my extra recreational activities or hobby of sport, I chose swimming. The swimming pool of my school was huge enough for any tournament to organize. Our pool was custome made for students. It had two sections in one pool, auto recycling water fountain on one side of the wall, 25 yards, 12m wide, 8 feet deeper for adults and for children to learn swimming on safety it was 10m long, 5m wide, 4 feet deeper, it had steps to hold and get into the pool and separated from the main pool by the ceramic tiled walls, our pool had steps too for joining the tournament practice. I had no idea about the graduates pool size or where it was located but it was for school and high school students. I was much more sincerest than before I was back at my home, my school gave me the opportunity to make myself useful for my country or for them. We had some training programs too that would aid us in our future chosen career. Our school going to help us on our career to achieve with success. My litmus test already proved that I earned my eligibility to be a successful man. At that point, I was feeling honoured by the given opportunity and was respectfully appreciated about my school when I heard a noise. As secretive I managed to hide myself from that human who coming forward to the pool. It was a beautiful young girl in her light pink bikini. I never saw her before, when did she shared same enthusiasm about swimming habits like me, I was not accustomed by the honour of a young girl like her. Slowly but very casually she took off her bath robe then dive into my pool. Oh, what a beautiful sight it was, as if water could not hold his lustrous lips from her, it went through her ponytail hair, earlobe, eyes, pink cheeks, and her pretty small little lips that was pink like a Chinese little rose petals then to her bosom as if playing ups and downs then each strokes of her legs in the water unwillingly put them up to her backside lower bottom, water was unprepared to explore her inner thighs of depth that was unintentionally wetting her ladyship. I was taking deep breath at the sight. The whole poolside was glowing in that pinkish hue. Our pool was outside on the back of the school between the garden of roses and seasonal flowers. The sun was kissing her bottom in her every moves. I was enjoying the view. I didn't realise when I lost my sanity and lured into her direction where she dropped bath robe, it was soft and off white. She was looking like a lady swan swimming at her best disguised in human form. The full swimming pool water seemed pinkish in her presence, smell of roses in the air, wind was playing with those roses so they didn't hesitate to spread the aroma they carry with themselves. Ironically, she didn't notice me and out of a sudden she dived out from the pool and slipped herself on my face. My face was on her breasts, trying to survive my nose from her, more I was trying, more she was slipping on my face. At some point, I woke up her inner womanhood, a small little sleepy sunshine rose up, my nose took the smell of her womanhood and lost the control of taking the luxury of rubbing my nose on her breasts, grabbed her waist tightly as I could for few seconds I played with them then she managed herself to get up. When she was getting up my lips touched her upper to lower part of her beautiful body and took a good breath of her moist skin and hair. Still she didn't notice me. She was blushing and checking out if anyone was there then with complete satisfaction of logical explanation she went out but she was curious, she was really trying to reassure herself over and over that no one was there underneath her, she felt out there was something her mind made up when she was struggling to get up but for her wetness she couldn't. Later on, out of simple curiosity as a newcomer of the school, she went to ask about the poolside to her teacher if there was any incidents happened there because she was clearly sure that she felt someone there at the poolside as if someone grabbed her waist and didn't want her to leave that floor. Her teacher solved her misery. He told her a dreadful story about a scholarship student who was founded dead in the pool. It happened back almost two centuries ago, no one knew that he loved to swim on his weekend breaks, the next at the first day of weekdays the gardener founded his puffed up dead body. When the police investigated the accident, they found out he slipped on the poolside, accidentally bashed his head somehow then immediately died in the pool. Afterwards, the authority opened the swimming pool on weekends for students. Teacher was feeling bad and sadly added at the last that he belongs to his loving pool not with us.