Lifeguard Lessons - An Erotic Tale...

Lifeguard Lessons - An Erotic Tale... 

The indoor pool of my apartment complex was open late on Thursdays and I didn’t feel the need to compete with swim lessons, water aerobics or the "Teach Your Kids To Swim" classes that often took place in the other lanes. Plus, it was a rainy weeknight, which might not have meant much at a larger place, like the Y, but here, it meant that the pool was probably going to be empty. I hadn’t been in months but figured I’d make it a habit in the New Year to stay in shape.

I changed into my bathing suit in the (as predicted) deserted locker room, actually feeling brave enough to strip out of my street clothes by the lockers, instead of in a changing stall like I usually did. My suit was a red one-piece that I'd had for several years—broken in, but not worn out. I noticed as I pulled it over my hips that it was a little tighter than I remembered, probably because I hadn't worn it in months.

 

I pulled the suit carefully the rest of the way up, slowly easing it over my breasts and tugging the shoulder straps into place. The suit did indeed fit rather tightly, and I could see in the half-mirror over the sink that my nipples were quite visible through the stretchy red fabric. I reached down between my legs, almost absentmindedly, to adjust the crotch of the suit, in order to avoid a potential wedgie, and felt a sudden rush of blood fill me with heat. Has it been THAT long since I’ve had some dick? If I was getting horny from just putting on a tight swimsuit, my ass was in trouble. I checked the mirror once more before I left the locker room, noticing that my ass had gotten bigger. My nipples still strained against my suit, so I decided to wrap my beach towel under my arms. Much better. It wasn't like there was going to be anybody out there anyway. I didn't know what I was worried about.

I pushed through the heavy swinging door and the sharp, clean smell of chlorine invaded my nose. The air was even thicker and more humid than it had been in the locker room and a slight haze hung over the water. I scanned the pool briefly, noticing an older woman wearing a swim cap doing a lazy side stroke in the far lane and a young dad in the middle lane teaching his son how to hold onto the wall and practice flutter-kicking. Besides them and you, the room was empty. I slipped off my flip-flops, depositing them underneath the first chair I saw. Then I quickly unwrapped my towel and hung it on the back of it. 

Your lifeguard chair was right next to me and I briefly debated walking behind it so you wouldn’t notice me. Shaking my head at myself, I pushed the thought out of my head and turned my confidence on. Okay, so your ass and titties are a bit bigger than they used to be. Don’t boys like that anyway? Don't be such a punk bitch! I couldn't believe how self-conscious I was all of the sudden. As I walked in front of the chair, something inside me warmed ever so slightly. I turned my head to look up and at least acknowledge you. I didn't want to seem rude.

The first thing I noticed about you was that you were wearing a shirt with your gym-regulation swim trunks—something I found quite odd for a lifeguard. Every other male lifeguard I'd ever seen seemed painfully eager to show off their abs, muscled chests and firm biceps. Also, from a more practical standpoint, it was probably easier to save a drowning person's life when you weren't weighed down by a waterlogged T-shirt. Just sayin’! Maybe I was just rationalizing wanting to see you without your shirt.

I looked up and met your eyes the best I could, without giving into my shyness. "Hi." My voice came out way too loudly, echoing off the green and gray tiles. "Kinda dead tonight, huh?"

You looked down at me and grinned. "Yeah. That's why I brought a book. Don't tell my boss, he doesn’t like it when we're not completely focused on the patrons."

I smiled back. Your voice was intriguing, silky and playful. "Your secret’s safe with me sir." Your eyes had done something interesting when you grinned, crinkling in the corners and dancing mischievously. I peeped your nametag and let your name quietly roll off my tongue: Shawn. Shawn the lifeguard…I like it. I wasn't close enough to make out the title of the book you were reading, but when you shifted in your seat, it brought the lettering on your T-shirt into focus: "Yeah, You Want Me." I smiled slightly.

"Well, I'm Tisha. I’m just going to swim a few laps. I promise not to bother you. Enjoy your book." I started walking away from the lifeguard chair, but couldn't resist: I turned to look back at you, wanting to see what you looked like in profile. My heart began racing when I realized that your eyes had been following me as I walked away. Quickly, you diverted your gaze back to the paperback in your hands. I turned back around, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. Fuck, he’s hot. I felt my pussy swell slightly again and looked down to find that once again, my nipples were at full attention. Shit.

 

I sat down at the edge of the pool and dipped my hands in to check the temperature. Cold around the edges, but I knew my body would get used to it quickly. I checked to make sure my hair was firmly in its knot on the back of my head, and carefully pulled my goggles down over my eyes, applying pressure with the heels of my hands to seal them. I leaned forward and put my hands one over the other, keeping my fingers straight and cupping my palms. Then I slid forward into the water, using my feet to push off the wall. The seal on my goggles held and I was in business.

I began breast stroking my way down to the other side of the pool, keeping my palms cupped, bringing my arms down and around and back up to my mouth. “Like you're scraping down the sides of a bowl of cookie dough, then bringing them up to your mouth to eat it,” my old swim coach used to say. My legs frog-kicked, my head went under the water smoothly at the top of each stroke, and soon, I was lost in it all. I missed this. I almost forgot about the lifeguard and how horny I was.  

Almost.

It was when I was taking a rest on the wall nearest the lifeguard chair that I noticed you looking at me again. Not obviously, but unmistakably. You used the book as a prop, glancing down at it occasionally, but mostly just tilting your head down and keeping your eyes on me from under those dark brows. As much as I didn't want to admit it, it excited me. I looked around, noticing that both the older woman and the father-son duo had left the pool. I was feeling reckless and horny, a combination that could only lead to trouble.

Pushing back off the wall, I treaded water and looked up at the lifeguard chair, waiting for you to notice me. Finally, you did, putting your book in your lap (You didn't even bother keeping your place…lol…) and looking down at me, amused. "You drove everyone else away, eh?" Damn, your voice was sexy.

I made a show of looking around me, feigning surprise. "I guess I did. Wow. Am I THAT rusty?" I put my feet on the floor of the pool and stood up. The water covered me only to the middle of my stomach, and I knew you could see my nipples.

"You looked like you were having fun down there," you said.

Boldly, I called back, "You looked like you were having fun up there. How's the book?" The smile spread across your face before you could stop it and I knew I had you. I checked the clock. It was almost nine. "Hey, what time does the pool close?" I asked.

"Technically, ten," you replied. "But it's usually empty by nine, so sometimes I close up around nine-thirty."

I paddled over to the edge of the pool directly under the lifeguard chair. "Well, it's just about nine...and it looks pretty empty to me...you should close up now and come down here so I can talk to you without getting a cramp in my neck. Please? For my neck’s sake." 

You grinned again and placed the book on your seat, turning around and making your way down the ladder. Nice ass. You pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it on the chair with my towel. Then, you stepped over to the edge of the pool and sat down. Then you slipped slowly into the water, splashing me playfully. Standing next to you, I realized how very tall you were—you had to be at least 6’2’’. You had a muscular build and looked like you spent your days drinking milk and lifting weights. Yummy.

I swam closer and treaded water directly in front of you. I was finally able to get a better look at your eyes. Brown, as I'd suspected—but lighter than most people's brown eyes, with flecks of gold. They were deeply set in your handsome face, two round toffee candies framed by dark lashes.

You moved back ever so slightly and I sensed your discomfort. "I've never done anything like this before," you murmured.

"Like what?" I responded. "Talk to a pretty pool patron at work?" I reached out and touched your shoulder. "Loosen up handsome," I told you. "We’re just having fun."

"But I—"

I placed my mouth over yours slowly and you gave a soft moan of shock. For a moment, I thought you would pull away, but instead, your lips softened and your mouth opened in response. We kissed like that for nearly a minute, not touching each other anywhere else. The temptation became too great for you and your hand wandered deliberately down to my breast. Gently, you pinched my excited nipple through the wet fabric and I made a noise somewhere between a yelp and a moan. You grinned through the kiss and pulled away.

"Too hard?" you asked innocently. Without waiting for my answer, you pinched the other nipple, a little harder. This time, I all but screamed with pleasure. You gently pulled both straps of my suit off of my shoulders and eased the fabric down until both of my breasts were exposed to the warm, chlorinated air. Then, you bent forward and trapped my left nipple between your lips. I gasped and dug my fingernails into your shoulder. I could feel your tongue swirling over the sensitive nub in lazy rotations, while the suction from your lips drove me fucking crazy. I've heard of women who can orgasm from nipple stimulation alone…and I wasn't going to deny that I was definitely close. But I wanted…needed more.

I arched my hips forward gently, closing the mere inch or two gap between us, until I was just barely touching the slight bulge in your swim trunks. Your mouth was still around my nipple and if you had noticed the sudden sensation, you didn't let on. I rocked myself forward a little more, the water resistance making this mission even hotter and our bodies collided again, in slow-motion. This time, you made a soft, pleased sound deep in your throat and your hand went down between my thighs. Your thumb invaded the tight, slick fabric at the crotch of my suit, finding the place where my ultra-sensitive clit begged to be touched. I didn't want to give myself away, but when I squirmed slightly under your hand and moaned, I could tell you knew you had me. Your eyes gleamed like twin caramels, all wet after being sucked on. You smiled mischievously and said "I think we should get out for a minute—there are things I want to do to you that the water might make kinda difficult."

You helped me over the edge of the pool and climbed out after me, hoisting yourself effortlessly onto the concrete floor. "Where's your towel?" you asked. I pointed in the general direction of the chair I had draped my towel over when I had entered the pool. It seemed so long ago now. You returned, knelt down in front of where I was huddled on the floor, dripping wet (yes BOTH ways!) and gently spread my towel on the ground.

"Lie down." 

Yes sir! I obliged your request (or was it a command?), not entirely sure what to expect and felt your hands exploring my body, over my suit, which somehow turned me on even more than I think it would have if I had been naked. The fabric stretched tightly over my breasts and stomach, seeming to magnify my nerve endings, making them even more sensitive. Your fingers slid down my sides, then ran lightly just under the edge of my suit. 

"Touch me Shawn," I whispered. Grinning, you tapped my clit lightly, which I could tell was straining against my suit. I smiled at the sensation as you smiled even wider and did it again. Lighter. Then harder. Harder. Then lighter. Finally, when you could see I could take no more of your teasing, you slipped your fingers under the fabric again, only this time, you gently pulled the fabric to the side, so I was completely exposed to you. I'd gotten a bikini wax last week so I was nice and smooth. Thank God! It was slightly uncomfortable, but what you did next made me forget all about it. 

Gently, you parted my legs, and began exploring the pussy that had your name all over it. You tugged lightly on my lips, dipped a finger into my wetness and brought it up to your face, inhaling deeply. No guy had ever done that before. It fascinated me. You placed the finger, slippery with my juices, on top of my clit and rubbed it slowly, increasing the pressure until I gasped.

"You want this pussy, don’t you?" I said mockingly. You only smiled. I was ridiculously turned on by now and I had to admit, it was only partially from you touching me; much of my arousal stemmed from watching your eyes dance as you explored me, watching your eyebrows knit in concentration as you acquainted yourself with my body. Finally, you tilted your head even further forward and I felt the electricity as your tongue touched my clit. 

"Ooooh," I moaned softly, arching my back. You ran your tongue down from my clit through the syrupy wetness in my slit and back up, stopping on that hot button to do exactly what you had been doing with your finger just moments before: you kept your tongue steady, positioned on top of the hood of my clit and pressed down, lightly at first, then harder, until the intensity of the sensation made me cry out. My voice echoed off the tile walls and I barely recognized it; it seemed more like I was listening to the disembodied soundtrack of a porn film. Was that really me? I was so close to cumming, but my pussy needed attention as well; it needed something inside of it. You seemed to sense this and instead teased me, by placing your mouth over my clit, your lips forming a light suction around it.

"Put your fingers inside me," I begged. Instead, you merely increased the pressure of your lips ever so slightly. Stars exploded in my head and I clawed frantically at the towel underneath me. "Fuck," I moaned. My entire body was burning, it seemed, begging for release. Without warning, your lips were replaced by your tongue once again—only this time, you began swirling it quickly over my clit in a wild circular motion. I wasn't sure if I could take much more.

If I don’t cum soon, I might lose my fuckin’ mind!

Finally, you gave me what my body had been begging for. You took one finger and placed it just at the opening of my pussy, circling it lightly. Then, you pushed it in just to the first knuckle, fingertip-deep. Your lips went back to my clit, sucking lightly and swirling your tongue over it as you worked your fingertip, in and out, then slowly, leaving it inside me and twisting it from side to side. Slowly, you pushed your finger in further, until it was halfway inside me. Usually, my body demanded two, even three fingers, in order to properly get me off. But I felt stretched and full with just your index finger inside of me. Suddenly, you turned your hand, palm-up, and pushed your finger all the way in. I could feel the delicious sensation of having my G-spot stimulated.

He knows exactly what I need…

I moaned. "Fuck! That feels so good. Don't stop." It was the last coherent thing I remember saying. Your tongue started drumming quickly on my clit and your finger worked the magical spot deep inside until I came with an intensity that shook my entire core. I let out a high, pulsating scream that echoed off the tiles. I couldn’t believe it. The walls of my pussy clamped down around your finger, squeezing rhythmically, coating you with even more wetness as my juices seeped out of me, soaking the towel. Slowly, you pulled your finger out and my body instantly wanted more. I trembled.

"You got me all wet," you said playfully. I sat up, tugging my suit back over my crotch only because the sudden change in position was causing it to strangle my leg. I took your finger in my hand and pulled it into my mouth, sucking my juices off you. They tasted sweet and I held them on my tongue for a minute, breathing slowly through my nose to savor it all. Then, I grinned devilishly at you as I noticed your growing bulge and said "Your turn."

With little flourish, I reached up from my sitting position on the towel and pulled down your swim trunks, making sure to hold the elastic waistband out away from your body, so as not to catch it on your impressive erection. Then, I grabbed your hand and pulled you down onto the towel with me. 

"Lie down," I ordered, grinning, echoing your earlier command. 

You obeyed, never breaking eye-contact as the excited smile spread across your face. I ran my fingers lightly over your chiseled chest, kneading the hard muscle with my fingertips. You interrupted me by leaning up to give me a brief, hot kiss that made my pussy tingle. "Stop it, you're distracting me," I protested, giving you a playful slap. I trailed my fingers along the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of your scrotum. I felt your body shiver in anticipation. I leaned over and exhaled onto your throbbing erection—still not touching you yet. Then, I pursed my lips and blew cold air over the same spot. You moaned. I smiled again.

When I saw your hands creeping forward from their place, palms down, on the towel, I knew you were dying to touch yourself. To show me what you wanted. I placed my hands over yours and moved them away firmly. I didn't stop at your sides, though. I moved them up even higher, until they were over your head, lacing my fingers through yours and pinning them to the towel. You made a sound that was half-protest, half-arousal and I winked at you and said, "I want you to keep your hands above your head just like this. If you move them, I'll stop." You nodded, desperate for me to continue and I caught a glimpse of the anticipation in your eyes as I leaned my head forward again. 

You gasped as I took you in my mouth, licking the head with my tongue, sliding it around to the spot on the underside I knew would be especially sensitive. You tasted like chlorine and something warm and musky, man-like, which turned me on. I felt a familiar heat rush to my pussy, felt myself getting wet again, as I sucked you—giving head has always been an unbelievable turn-on for me. The power...unimaginable and intense power it yields...it's truly addictive.

Slowly, I moved my hand down your dick, taking time to fondle and play with your balls, scratching lightly with my fingernails, gauging your reaction to the sensation. You stiffened and I drew my hand back, afraid I was hurting you. 

"No, don't stop," you encouraged. "That was a good flinch." 

I raised an eyebrow. "I thought flinches were usually a bad thing."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "I would shrug, but I'm under direct orders to keep my hands above my head."

I grinned wickedly. "That you are." 

I continued to pleasure you with my mouth, feeling you throb when I drew my tongue slowly up from the bottom of your shaft, to the tip. I moved my lips up until the tip of your dick was the only part of you in my mouth. I massaged your mushroom head between the roof of my mouth and my tongue. Then I slowly increased the suction, my lips forming a kind of vacuum-seal over your dick. You moaned and I could tell I was tormenting and pleasuring you the same way you had tormented and pleasured me earlier. Your fingers flexed slightly, threatening movement, and I responded by letting you slide out of my mouth and holding your hands down with my own. “I told you not to move. Do you want me to stop?"

 

"Let me get up," you panted. I smiled coyly, then moved up and straddled you, pulling you up with me and rubbing myself against your rock hard dick. You took the opportunity of no longer being pinned to the floor to lean down and bite my nipple lightly through my suit and I lost control for just a second and loosened my grip. Before I knew what was happening, your now-unpinned hands, still laced through mine, were suddenly maneuvering me onto my back, pulling my suit down and soon you were straddling me. "I want to watch you suck this dick," you said. "I'm so close to cumming for you and I want to watch your face as you make me bust this nut."

 

Well...how could I not oblige that request?! I reached up and pulled you forward, until your legs were planted on either side of my chest. Then, I opened my mouth and lifted my head, gently flicking my tongue across the underside of your dick. You looked down at me, that giddy smile on your face again. But only for a moment. I closed my lips over you, locking my eyes on yours and slid down along your shaft as far as I could at that angle. For several moments, we seemed to be engaged in a sort of staring contest, a battle of sexual wills. 

However, it was quickly obvious that I had a distinct advantage, as your eyes glazed over and rolled back as your breath suddenly tore from your throat in a labored, almost silent groan. I knew you were almost there, so I helped you along by tensing and releasing my lips on you, moving a little further up your shaft and increasing my speed until my lips pulsed like a vibrator on Frenzy. I placed one hand on the base of your dick, squeezing you at a slightly slower pace than my lips. I put my other hand underneath you, massaging your scrotum, pinching the delicate skin and squeezing your balls. You threw your head back and exhaled, trembling. 

"That shit feels so good…Tisha, what the fuck are you doin’ to me girl?" Your voice was barely recognizable as that of the chill, preoccupied lifeguard who had mesmerized me a mere hour earlier. “Teaching you a lesson…” I said while I smacked your dick against my lips. I was tired of fucking around. I wanted my prize. I needed to taste you. I slowly slid your dick back in my mouth and started deep-throating you like my life depended on it. Your mouth hung open in fascination and your knees began to buckle as you watched your entire dick disappear between my lips. I smiled inside.

Suddenly, your body tensed and I felt your orgasm overtake you. Your handsome features twisted sweetly in an expression of complete ecstasy and surrender as I felt the first streams of your sweet explosion splash down my throat. You tasted so good to me. I sucked every drop of nut out of you and slowly and sadly released your dick from the warm, wet confines of my mouth. I could feel your body spasm as your hands slid down my shoulders, my breasts, my hips. For several seconds, the only sound was that of your heavy breathing echoing off the tiles. 

Your legs went limp on either side of me and you rolled onto the towel, drained. You smiled at me, a wide, explicit smile and I knew that I blew your mind. "That was fuckin' AMAZING girl!" I smiled back and stood up, winking at you as I slipped out of my bathing suit entirely and entered the water.

"Hey sexy...I'm not done with you yet. I want more."

You turned to face me as your dick began to spring back to life. "Oh really?"

"Mmmhmmm...come and get me."

You stood up almost as quickly as your dick and jumped in after me. I giggled as you grabbed me and pinned me against the edge of the pool. Your hands roamed all over my body as we kissed passionately. I could feel your dick poking against my stomach and I wanted you inside me. You grabbed it and my pussy got hotter as you rubbed it up against my throbbing clit. I couldn't even stand it anymore. I wrapped my legs around your torso and looked up at you smiling.

"So you ready for this dick?" you asked teasingly.

"Shut up...just shut up and fuck me." I said as I took hold of that monster, guiding it to the opening of my pussy. "Well...what are you waitin' for?" I asked, challenging you.

I felt your gentle push and the head forcing its way inside me. My pussy resisted, then started to relax as you filled me up, slowly getting used to your massive member. God, he's so thick! You pulled out and pushed all of that dick back in, the water rippling after the thrust. I put my arms around your neck, holding onto you for support as I felt your dick in my stomach.

"You gon cum on this dick? You gon cum on this dick?!" you screamed through gritted teeth as you bounced me up and down on your thickness. I squeezed my pussy tightly around your dick as you moaned my name in my ear. I could feel the heat, the hardness, the intensity of you inside me and I cried out, "Oh fuck! Shawn! Fuck me! Just like that! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" I'd never felt anything like that before and I loved it!

"Tisha, you're so fuckin' tight. So fuckin' wet! SO FUCKIN' WET!" you groaned into my ear, as I felt you once again opening me up, sliding that cock up inside me. My stomach felt like it would burst. He's fuckin' me crazy! I surrendered myself to you completely. I looked down into the water and I could see your dick impaling me. The water splashing around us turned me on even more. I squeezed tighter. I looked up at you and I saw the pleasure, the longing and the lust in your eyes and I felt connected to you.

I wanted you to cum with me. I wanted you to cum inside me. I was crying, moaning, screaming and scratching your back as you continued to fuck me senseless. I could feel your dick growing thicker and thicker inside me, stretching me. "Ohhhhhhhh God! Shawwwwwwwwn! CUM FOR ME! I'M ABOUT TO CUM!" I must have blacked out for a minute. I could feel my pussy squirting all over your dick and my body went limp. Suddenly, I could feel your body stiffen again as you screamed "OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCK! YOU READY FOR THIS NUT?! UHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!" Then, blast after blast of your creamy hot cum hit the back of my pussy and it sent me over the fucking edge! Your seed filled me and there was so much of it, I couldn't fuckin' breathe! Nobody ever made my body submit like you, made my body cum like you.  

This.Is.Heaven.

You stayed inside me as you nuzzled your face in my neck, kissing and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. The coolness of the water and the heat of our bodies melded together sent delicious sensations up my spine. I shivered as we lay there, regaining our senses. I could feel my heart still pounding as you thanked me and your dick slid out of my pussy. There was a unexpected feeling of emptiness...quickly replaced by satisfaction. I got out of the pool and grabbed my towel and bathing suit as I slipped on my flip-flops and headed to the locker room. 

I turned before I went in and saw you resting your elbows on the edge of the pool, smiling with those brown eyes trained on me. "You better bring your sexy ass back soon," you said. "Your technique is good...REALLY good...but there’s always room for improvement!" Your eyes crinkled in the corners when you said this and I blushed.

 

"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind another lesson. You're SUCH a good teacher..." I blew you a kiss as I turned and noticed your long-abandoned book peeking over the edge of your chair. Next time, I’d be sure to find out the title. ;)