Bill had been working non-stop at college and the gas station. This was his first day of rest in over a month. He was totally burned out and decided to go lay out in the sun.
His apartment complex had an awesome pool and it was almost never occupied. Not much need for a pool when the beautiful beaches of Florida were right down the street. Bill didn’t need the hectic sounds of the beaches, though; he needed some rest.
He stripped down to his swim trunks and laid back on the lounge chair. Bill rubbed his body down with 35 SPF, he was glad to feel the ripples along his gut, all this work was paying off—his normally athletic musculature was now gaining an even better tone without all the beer and pizza of his early days of college. He was getting an even better body than he’d had previously and he loved it. He finished, positioned himself, and closed his eyes.
The feeling of the hot sun burning down on him felt great. It had been awhile since he’d been outside during the daylight hours and his body needed a little Vitamin D that only the sun could provide. He heard the distant sounds of a lawn mower and the occasional car passing by out front, but mostly the place was deserted. Rivers of sweat rolled down him as he began to drift off.
A slight breeze had drifted over him and when it mixed with his wet skin caused a slight shiver to run through him. Bill heard the unmistakable sound of the rusty gate hinges opening—someone was coming.
He opened his eyes and looked up. Two old women covered from head to toe in white polyester complete with hats and sunglasses sat down at one of the tables making sure to stay out of the sun. They were across the pool and to the left of Bill. He could hear them talking, but was glad to realize he couldn’t make out what they were saying. He was more tired than he realized. He began to drift off again when another breeze blew over him. Bill stretched and lifted his left leg, he felt the breeze run up the leg of his shorts and tickle his naked balls. This was a nice feeling and he smiled a bit. He smiled even wider when he realized the two old ladies across the pool could probably see up his shorts. He began to lower his leg, then decided against it.
“Let the old girls have a show” he thought to himself.
Bill heard the screeching of the gate once again and looked up. He expected to see the old women leaving, but was happy to see three new girls coming in.
These were not just any girls, these were hot coeds from some other college that consisted of a Blonde with an incredible rack, a Redhead with legs to kill for, and a Brunette with an ass that could crack walnuts! They were wearing sweats that they slowly stripped out of.
Another breeze went up Bill’s leg and he quickly dropped it down. He suddenly felt too exposed. For all of his studliness, Bill was still basically a shy guy. He watched these girls as they stripped down to their small bikinis as much as he could without staring like a pervert. Then the girls did something that was just plain evil—they began applying lotion to themselves and each other. His penis stirred.
“Hold on there, buddy” Bill told himself. “We’re lying on our back with swim trunks on, this is no time to get happy!”
He closed his eyes again and tried to relax. He heard the girls laugh a few times, talking to each other, but again he gradually zoned out.
The splash woke him up. He heard the girls laughing hysterically and yelling to each other. Bill looked at them through squinted eyes and saw the Blonde and the Redhead in the pool. They were trying to pull each other under water. The Brunette was lying on her lounge chair with her back to them. Bill could see her entire ass shining in the hot sunlight. Small rows of sweat poured down her cheeks and he could think of nothing he wanted more than to lick those sex tears off of her.
