Jake has been at the pool an hour when he sees her. Sauntering out of the all-gender locker room, wide hips swaying, fiery red hair hanging down her back in an avalanche of gleaming curls. The same age as him, eighteen, nineteen. Freckles. Dimpled chin. She's on the chubby side, maybe a size 16, curvy with big thighs, but those breasts, holy shit! Huge, round, jiggling lightly as she walks, her nipples showing through the skin-tight fabric of her swimsuit. He tries not to get hard.
She sees him watching her, admiring her. She smiles, bites her lip. Coy. She's checking him out now. Jake knows he's attractive -- dark haired, athletic, chiseled. He gives her a show, flexes his pecs. She grins, and slips into the pool. Jake's heart is racing as she eases through the water towards him.
"I've seen you here before," she says when she reaches him. Nods towards the tiered seating above, "from the bleachers. I'm Sasha."
"Jake," he replies, smiling, lifting his eyes from those incredible breasts.
She moves closer to him. "You look pretty good in that speedo," she purrs, eyes twinkling.
"You look pretty good yourself," he says, then flushes. *Suave, Jake, real Suave*.
Sasha doesn't seem to mind his clumsy flirting. She has an almost predatory aspect as she leans in, whispers, "I didn't actually come here to swim. Wanna help me out of my swimsuit?"
Jake's heart is pounding. His cock stirs. It's so unexpected, he can barely find the words, but he doesn't have to. She grins, takes his hand, leads him to the edge of the pool. He watches her climb the ladder ahead of him, big round buttocks rising from the water, droplets trickling down her pale thighs. He follows closely, face mere inches from the smooth, flawless skin of her legs.
She turns back to him, giggles, takes his hand again. "Come on, big boy! I want to see you without that speedo!"
Jake flushes with excitement as she leads him towards the locker room. He's getting an erection now, a big one, there's no stopping it. His speedo bulges. He remembers he's in public, looks around urgently. Nobody sees his arousal. She pulls him into a stall.
She looks at him for a moment, takes him in. Her gaze lingers on his bulging crotch. He hears her breathing, heavy, hungry. His heart races, his cock so hard it might burst. Almost painful. She surges forward, kisses him passionately. Her hands run over his body, one behind his neck into his hair, one over his hip and down the back of his speedo. Her body presses against him, the hardness of his cock against the softness of her stomach. Breasts squish against his torso.
