Poolside: Sex With a New Mother
I was sitting on the high lifeguard chair, looking through my mature tits wraparound sunglasses at the collection of half-naked female bodies displayed around the pool, trying to pay attention to what was going on in the water and also trying to keep my boner from poking out of my suit. Both tasks were extremely hard, as was my penis. There was a bevy of teenaged cuties, all wearing tiny little bikinis in a variety of colors, tittering on the grass opposite my stand. Since the pool was only 10 by 25 meters, they weren't that far away. Most of them were 17 or 18. A few were as young as 14. Jail bait. But still decidedly female.
I had just finished my first year of graduate school and I was 22 years old. I was in great physical shape and I had a tan beyond compare. I had moved out of my parents' home and had an apartment with three other guys, so my social live was my own. Life was good.
My high school years had been a social disaster. I was uncoordinated and I was so thin I looked like a scarecrow. Then during my freshman year of college I had begun to fill out, and throughout college I worked out on a regular basis. Today my body captured the obvious interest of the girls, and they found reasons to come over and talk to me. In the process they gave me great looks at their breasts, and occasionally their nipples. Then they would giggle when they saw the predictable reaction in my crotch.
They would also sit across from me holding their knees up and apart, causing their pussy slits to be clearly defined as the thin fabric of their suits pulled tight, squeezing their labia apart. Teasing the lifeguard had become a daily game. Life was indeed good.
I had joined a fraternity when I went to college, and when the brothers found out that I was a virgin, they determined that the reputation of the house was at stake, so they got me sex lessons. Her nickname was Bubbles, and it was postulated that she could seduce the Pope. One Friday night at a party, the brothers got me drunk, then left me mature tits alone in a motel room with Bubbles. When I came staggering back to the fraternity on Sunday evening, there was pussy juice on my face, cum stains on my clothes, and a self-satisfied grin on my face. The brothers cheered and applauded, then threw me in the shower.
Besides learning about sex that year, I also took a course to become certified as a lifeguard, and I was hired by the local country club, a place frequented by the local high and mighty. My family wasn't even close to qualifying for membership, but I had the run of the pool and other facilities, and I got to ogle the prime pussy sired by the local rich. I had fun passing the time by imagining that various of the girls who were teasing me were in a motel room with me and I was applying the lessons that Bubbles had so enthusiastically imparted.
Throughout college I had worked every summer as a lifeguard at this pool. Now I was back guarding again, probably for the last time. The club's main building had burned down during the winter, and construction people were clearing the site to build another. There was a temporary building used as a pro shop for golf, and there were several portable toilets. And of course there was the pool. It sat atop a hill, with the temporary pro shop about a hundred yards away, lower and to the north. To the west was the mess of the clubhouse, about 100 feet away. The absence of a real clubhouse kept attendance at the pool down, so I had lots of time to ogle the women around the pool. And they paid me to do it! Life was, well, really good!
My reverie was interrupted by Mike, the pool manager, who took my place on the high stand and motioned to me to get down. I moved to a low chair near the baby's end of the pool, displacing Ken, our third guard, who went on break. I watched the ten or so really small children who were splashing in the relatively shallow water. Behind me was a cluster of young, rich, married "trophy wives," most in their 20's, whose kids I was supposedly protecting.
I could hear snippets of conversations about things that didn't interest me at all. Every so often something spicy was said, and I payed more attention. I learned that several of the husbands were less than faithful, and that many of the wives, in spite of having small children, really weren't getting enough attention in the bedroom. At least those topics kept me awake! But I wasn't getting any action, either.
Suddenly a little boy lost his balance and fell face-down in the water and couldn't right himself. I immediately jumped into the pool, picked him up and plopped him on the side, then comforted him and told him that everything was fine. He began to bawl. His mother, a new member named Mrs. Johnson, came funning up, terror on her face, then she saw that everything was OK. Mrs. Johnson looked really good in a white bikini, particularly since she was the mother of a boy barely a year old.
She stood over us but let me calm and comfort her son, which I managed to do. When the tears stopped, he finally saw his mother. He reached up calling "Mommy!" as only little kids can do, and she bent down and picked him up in her arms. I caught a quick flash of a bare tit on a pair wonderful breasts as Mrs. Johnson bent at the waist, and then I had no choice but to shift my gaze to the dark pubic hairs sneaking out from the sides of her bikini bottoms.
Ogling Mrs. Johnson had given me an immediate and raging erection, and I stayed in the water to hide it. She squatted on the side of the pool, giving me a wonderfully clear view of her labia through the fabric covering her crotch. I could have hammered nails with my penis. She thanked me for saving her son and for being so gentle with him. My voice failed me, so I just nodded to her.
Then she wrinkled her forehead and stared at me for a moment as if she knew me from somewhere. After a few seconds she smiled, thanked me again, stood up, and carried her toddler back to her blanket. My balls were throbbing and my suit was tented. I stayed in the pool. I heard a few whispers from the mothers, and my name was mentioned.
When I was sufficiently relaxed, I climbed out the pool and returned to my chair and began watching the little children again. I had completely forgotten the Johnson kid when Mrs. Johnson pulled up a chair and sat down beside me. She put her hand on my biceps. "I just want to thank you again for being so wonderful with Richard Junior." She said. "He's not afraid of the water at all, thanks to you, and the only reason he's not back in the pool is because he's napping under our umbrella." She looked at me as if I were supposed to say something.
"No trouble, Mrs. Johnson. That's what we're her for." As I turned from her to watch the pool again, she gently rubbed the muscles on my arm and said, "I'll bet you don't remember me, Don. I'm married now, but I was Miss Lewis, your tenth-grade English teacher! I remember you as a shy, skinny kid, but now you've turned into a young hunk! And please call me Connie, not Mrs. Johnson! I think your saving Junior entitles you to at least that much!"
I turned and took a good look at her, and I had to grin. Yes, it really was Miss Lewis, the frequent object of my lust in high school! But I had never seen her body like it was now presented on display!
One thing the guys in the fraternity had taught me was that being bold and confident usually works better with women than does being shy. Even if she was a half- dozen or more years older than I was, I thought it would be fun to try to arouse something besides her maternal instincts. Besides she had already gotten me turned on, and fair is fair, right?
"Thanks for taking pity on a horny 16-year-old and only calling on me when I had my hand up. It was embarrassing when you made me stand up and the whole class could see that I had an erection pushing my pants out. It made the girls giggle and the guys made fun of me." She gave me a pretty smile.
I continued, "I know you saw it too, because you blushed a mature tits couple of times when I stood up." I could see the color on her face darken, even under her tan.
Her eyes sparkled and she asked, "Who got you so excited? Was it Karen, that hot little number who wore the tight sweaters?" she teased.
"No, Connie, it was you, and your tight blouses and skirts." I answered truthfully.
She blushed again then squeezed my arm and said, "Don, you are just kidding, right?" She had turned toward me and I had a great view down the soft valley between her ample breasts. I felt my cock beginning to rise and push against my trunks.
"Excuse me, Connie, but I have the same problem I had in your class." I said and nodded my head toward my groin. She turned her head and stared at my crotch and saw my suit tenting higher and higher.
She laughed, deep in her throat. "OK, which of those cute teen sexpots lying across from us are you ogling now? Is it the blond in the tiny black bikini that has you so turned on?"