It was the summer before my junior year in college. As I've told you before, I was a piano major at O.S.U. I'd taken the summer off from classes, and I still lived at home with my parents. I had a part time job giving piano lessons at Pontone's Music Store in Grove City, Ohio, which is a suburb of Columbus. While my Saturday morning lessons were booked solid, weekday afternoons were light. On those weekdays, when the weather was right, I'd lounge around the public pool in Grove City, and most nights I'd see local bands play with my boyfriend Jim.
One Thursday I went to the pool to work on my tan. It was a sunny July afternoon, close to 2:00. Earlier, in the restroom at Pontone's, I changed into my skimpy blue two piece swimsuit. I pulled on a pair of loose jean cutoffs, added high heeled sandals, a ball cap and my sunglasses. Once at the pool, I walked over to the grassy area. There were a few cute gals sunbathing, but it was not too crowded, and I stopped near an attractive couple playing sun tan lotion touch and feel. Let me add that I have a fine figure, with nice tits and ass, I'm blonde and otherwise thin, 5'5 and 112 pounds.
I found a spot near some guys shooting baskets, and I positioned myself to get the guys' attention. And their attention I got. One way – which always worked – was to drop my cutoffs while standing up. Unfastening them, I shimmied and let them fall. That done, I placed my towel within a few feet of the basketball court. Still standing, I reached behind and undid my bikini top. Slowly I pulled the straps off each shoulder, teasing the guys, holding my top against my breasts. I laid out on my stomach, giving them and everyone else watching me an 'accidental' flash of my bare boobs. Then I rose up on my elbows, so that just my nipples touched my towel. That pose I held for a few minutes, after I noticed the nearby attractive couple checking my bare chest out. Next I dropped back down on my stomach, with my legs spread open, and with nothing but my small bikini bottom keeping me from complete exposure.
After twenty minutes of hot sun, I needed to rotate. First I looked over at the guys, and when I saw them looking back at me moving, I held their stare. I rolled over facing their way, cupping my bikini top, making sure they got another quick flash of my bare boobs. Then I placed my top, loose, over my breasts. After tugging my bikini bottom up tight on my puffy puss, I spread my legs open, and I pretended to doze off.
In a while one of the basketball guys came over. He was tall, at least 6 feet, and I recognized him from school. A blond haired guy, square jaw, tight waist, he was handsome. He had been a year or two behind me at Grove City High School. In his baggy bathing suit and sneakers, and with his sweat shining in the afternoon sun, he sent an instant tingle through me.
"Hi Sheryl. Remember me?"
I thought for second.
"I'm Dan Hall, we were in marching band together."
"No, I forgot" I joked, though this kid had certainly grown up in the past few years. I sat up and held my bikini top over my breasts.
"Looks like you've been getting a lot of sun", he said.
As Dan spoke he was staring straight at my crotch. I drew my knees up, with my legs still open, which stretched the thin fabric almost inside me. He pressed his finger against my thigh, removed it, and the white print highlighted red sunburn. And he continued to stare as my bikini bottom slipped within the lips of my vagina.
"Yeah," I said, "it's a good day for sun. But...actually, I was planning on leaving soon. I've had enough sun today. I need to stop at the store and I'm going out tonight". Wiggling, I slipped my arms back into the straps of my top. Dan stared at my tits and smiled when I let him catch a glimpse of my bare nipples.
"Still driving the VW?"
"Yes I am", I said.
