Mrs. Jablonski had kept her husband's last name even after she had divorced the cheating SOB. She never corrected anyone about the "Mrs." She didn't care.
She came to work almost every day at Friendly Beach, the four acre man-made beach she and her ex-husband now co-owned. He got 50% of the entrance fees and she got the other half. She got 100% of the money from the snack shop and the snack shop was where most of the profits were. That was fair, she said, considering that he had been a cheating SOB.
He still hired most of the staff from the groundskeepers to the lifeguards and she hired the staff at the snack shop. Even if she wasn't working at the snack shop, she would stop by Friendly Beach at least once a day just to do a quick count of the teenagers and college students at the beach. She only got 50% of the ticket sales, but she didn't want to have to rely on Mr. Jablonski to tell her how many tickets had been sold. She wasn't going to let him cheat her again.
Kevin was the college student she had hired to run the snack shop that summer. There was no stove for cooking, not even a fryer, so she didn't need someone with chef skills. What she needed was someone she could trust. A rising sophomore majoring in Applied Math at the university, Kevin seemed shy, but every one of his references had said that he was very reliable. When she asked him why he wanted the job, he had said that Friendly Beach was only 4.27 miles from the university library. It was the best answer she had ever heard and he was hired.
Most of the summer had passed in the usual way. Young women in string bikinis lay on beach towels while their boyfriends threw a football or splashed around in the lake. Families would come for the day, small children with beach toys setting up camp in a little area of their own to the side of the rowdy teenagers. No one had drowned. Every thirty minutes or so, a lifeguard, all of whom just happened to be young women, sexy young blond women hired by Mr. Jablonski, would blow a whistle or shout at someone to stop doing whatever it was. But the summer went by fast.
Kevin thought the job was better than he had expected. The snack shop was busy only during the time-out sessions. Between lifeguard shifts, every two hours, all of the swimmers had to get out of the lake for 15 minutes. Mrs. Jablonski said this policy was for safety and maybe it was, but the break also caused every beachgoer to go to the snack shop for a cold drink or candy bar. That was the business model that had kept Friendly Beach profitable for 16 years.
Between time-outs, Kevin had started reading an advanced calculus book for a class he told Mrs. Jablonski he would take in the fall. She admired his discipline and ambition, although he was really a weird, shy kid.
Between the snack rush and studying, Kevin would find his mind drifting to the girls on the beach. Some were too young for him and he quickly learned which of the "dailies" -- the girls there every day -- were still in high school and who was in college or doing something else. But all of the lifeguards were at least 18. Mr. Jablonski made sure of that. All summer long, Kevin had been admiring one girl in particular: Jessica, a lifeguard who worked the noon until dusk shift.
She wore one of three bikinis. One was red, another bright yellow, and the other was a kind of purple and pink swirl. The red was his favorite. Like the other lifeguards, she had long blond hair that she pulled back in a ponytail. It bobbed along behind her as she strode from the parking lot, across the beach, and over to the lifeguard's chair. He knew when she was coming and when she was going. And Jessica knew Kevin.
When she walked over to the snack shop after her shift to get her free soda, one per lifeguard per shift, she always ordered a diet Coke and he would have it ready for her, packed with ice. "Thanks, Kevin. You are so sweet," she would say, take her drink, and walk away, her ponytail bouncing up and down as her hips swayed left to right.
The first time Mrs. Jablonski noticed Kevin watching Jessica, she warned him. "Be careful. You study too hard and you might go blind."
"I didn't even bring my books today," he said.
"That's not what I meant," Mrs. Jablonski smiled. "You had better be safe. She has a boyfriend twice your size."
He looked at Mrs. Jablonski, but did not know what to say. "I'll be safe," he said.
"You be safe," she smiled. "Have some fun, but remember -- be safe."
"OK" was all he could think to say. Mrs. Jablonski counted the swimmers and left.
She was an interesting woman. He couldn't guess her age. Someone had said that she had a grown daughter, so she must be at least 40. She had been divorced for almost 10 years. She was tall, almost as tall as Kevin. She wasn't thin like the girls on the beach, but she had curves in all the right places. Sometimes, she would show up at the beach in shorts and a t-shirt and he could tell that, twenty years ago, she had probably been the most beautiful girl on that beach. Her blond hair, blue eyes, and laughing smile made her a classic.
When Kevin stopped to think about Mrs. Jablonski, he realized that she was at least as sexy as any MILF he had seen on the Internet. Was she that kind of woman? He knew better than to think that could be true.
Besides, Jessica was more for him. She was his age. Unfortunately, girls like Jessica did not have any interest in geeks like him. And she had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend was a like some reality show stereotype, a weightlifter with wide shoulders and virtually no neck. Mrs. Jablonski was right; Jessica's boyfriend could be dangerous.
As for Mrs. Jablonski, when she was not around, Kevin could not help but compare her to the women he saw when he searched for "MILF" -- sex-crazed, completely uninhibited, and doing things so perverted that no real woman would actually do that. He felt guilty when he thought of her that way. She was his employer. He would need a good reference next summer. Besides, Mrs. Jablonski was a smoker and that was nasty. As beautiful as she was, she reeked of cigarettes and whatever perfume she wore. Every time she stopped by the snack bar counter, he could smell cigarettes and perfume for an hour after she left.
Jessica or Mrs. Jablonski? Mrs. Jablonski or Jessica? Neither one of them was going to happen, so he focused on his books and filling fountain drinks and ringing up orders for chips and candy bars.
That was how the summer was going until one day when Kevin was closing up for the night. He was startled by the service bell at the counter. It was 9pm, the sun was down, and a dark shadow had settled over the lake. The only light on for four acres was the light at the snack shop. He did not know anyone was still there. He walked to the counter.
"Where's my soda?" Jessica said with a smile. This was a red bikini day.
"Sorry," he said. "I got so busy I didn't even know you were still here."
"You didn't even notice me," she pouted. Something about her seemed different.
"No, um, sorry. Let me get you a Diet Coke," he said.
"You had better hurry or my feelings will be hurt," she said.
He looked at her and she smiled back at him, staring him in the eyes. She titled her head to the side, started twirling her hair, and winked at him. He handed her the soda, but she just left it on the counter.
"I know what you want," she said.
"What?"
"I know what you want and I am going to let you have it."
He was speechless. She actually hopped up onto the counter and slipped down over it. Standing right beside him, she took his hand and walked him into the back room. She turned to him and, in an instant, let her red bikini top fall to the floor as she shimmied out of her bottoms. She tossed them on the floor and there she stood. Her beautiful tan body radiated light from head to toe. He looked into her eyes for only a moment before he looked to her beautiful boobs and then down to her thighs where he saw just a tuft of golden hair. She looked exactly like the girls in the videos on the Internet. She was a porn star in real life.
"I know what you want, and I am going to let you have it," she said and stepped forward and put the palm of her hand on his chest. And then her hand went down his chest to his crotch. "Wow," she said. "You don't need any encouragement," she said. She unbuttoned his pants, reached into his shorts, and grabbed his penis.
"But what... what... about your boyfriend," he said.
She smiled at him while she knelt down to pull off his shorts. "He cheats on me. Why can't I cheat on him?"
In seconds, she had undressed him and was pulling at his cock.
"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear.
He wasn't sure exactly what she wanted him to do, but he didn't argue. "Here?" he asked.
She looked around and realized there was no place to lie down. "The beach," she said and took his hand and led him out behind the snack shop where the light was dim. "Fuck me right here," she said. "Right here, right now."
"Is it safe?" he asked as she pulled him toward her.
She wished she had thought ahead to bring a towel with her, but the sand was cool and soft and she didn't really have a choice about it now. "It's OK," she said. "Let's just do it, OK?"
