Author's note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside Ch. 01, which originally appeared on Literotica on 08/21/03 as "Poolside: Sex With a New Mother." I recently edited it in order to correct several typos and other careless errors, and I changed its title to make it more appropriate as the first chapter of a series. So enjoy the continuing of Don's fifth season of lifeguarding!
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I was 22 years old and had just finished my first year of graduate school. I was working as a lifeguard at the country club pool where I had worked every year during my undergraduate summers. This job provided me with plenty of opportunities to stay in shape, and my body was solid from weight-lifting, long-distance running, and frequent vigorous swimming. I also had the deepest, darkest tan at the pool. The pool bunnies spent a lot of time looking at me. They also enjoyed teasing me until I got erections in my trunks.
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 smelly portable toilets.
And of course there was the pool. It sat atop a hill, with the metal-roofed, temporary pro shop about a hundred yards away, lower and to the north. To the west was the burned-out mess of the clubhouse, about 100 feet away. The absence of a real clubhouse kept attendance at the pool down. It also meant that once the pool closed, it "belonged" to the lifeguards.
I had recently begun a torrid reunion with my old high-school English teacher Connie, now married with a baby, and with whom I was maintaining an Intermittent affair. ("Poolside Ch. 01.") We had to work around her husband's out-of-town trips, and I had to sneak in and out of her home, so I wasn't getting sex from Connie on anything like a regular basis. I was still doing yard work for her husband, and that payed well, even without the sex. And sex with her was certainly exciting, albeit infrequent!
Another benefit of being a lifeguard was being employed for after-hours pool parties. The Club sponsored a couple of big parties each summer, and individual members also rented the pool for special occasions. One of those special events was the eighteenth birthday of Alice Sharmon, one of a bevy of pool bunnies whom I ogled while on duty. I was hired to "protect" the guests for her two-hour birthday party, 8:30 to 10:30, one Tuesday evening early in June.
Alice had decided to have an all-girl, all-bikini party. In addition to Alice's father (Jack), her mother (Mary), her twenty-year-old sister (Nancy), and her younger brother (Will), there were twenty eighteen-year-old female guests. All of the women wore bikinis, including Mary who was incredibly voluptuous for such a skimpy bathing suit. It was obvious from their tan lines that at least seven or eight of the girls had never worn a bikini before, and there was a lot of girlish laughter and giggling as they checked each other out. Of course I checked them out, too!
There were only three males present: Jack, who was middle-aged and almost bald; Will, who was thirteen, skinny, and covered with pimples; and me. Not surprisingly I was immediately an object of interest to twenty-two young women. The ones who were club members had routinely teased me at the pool, and the half-dozen nonmembers quickly started flirting with me, too. I loved it.
The moon had not risen, and as the sky darkened the only illumination came from the underwater pool lights. Anyone swimming was spotlighted and clearly visible. The glow from the pool illuminated anyone within five or six feet. Anyone who was ten feet from the pool was only a black shadow in the darkness.
At first everything the girls did was relatively innocent, although painfully obvious. The girls would take turns diving off the one-meter board, then swimming to the ladder directly underneath me so that I could stare at their chests as they climbed out of the pool. Amid a lot of giggling, I got good looks at a lot of breasts and nipples. I was looking and they knew it and they liked it. I liked it too, as the tent in my trunks attested.
Just before Jack and Mary called a break for cake and ice cream, several of the girls managed to lose their tops during their dives. The birthday-girl's older sister Nancy even climbed the ladder topless, pretending she didn't know she was half naked. I had a huge hard-on in my trunks. She blushed, but she stared at me - and it - and grinned!
With everyone out of the pool for a few minutes, I got my penis under control and climbed down from the chair. I accepted a piece of cake and drank some punch. I spotted a small group of girls huddled in a dark area near the deep end, and I carried my punch over toward them. I couldn't see what they were doing, but they were giggling so hard they could barely stand. They were facing away from the shallow end where the adults were still cutting cake.
As I reached the little group, Nancy suddenly said, "Would you like to lick my icing, Don?"
I walked closer and I saw what they had been up to. Nancy and two of the others had dropped their tops and covered their nipples with icing from the cake. All three moved toward me, iced breasts a-bouncing. "Well?" Asked Nancy.
"Sure! I'd love to, but later when the others have gone! I'd like more than just one lick!" I replied.
Nancy came up to me and rubbed her icing-capped breasts against my chest. She lowered her voice so that it was really sultry and said, "Are you inviting us to stay here after the party is over, Don?" She pressed her barely-covered crotch against my trunks, and rubbed herself back and forth against the erection which was once again tenting my trunks.
"If you're interested! Just don't forget the icing!" I reached up and tweaked a little icing from her left nipple using my thumb and first finger. I put my fingers in my mouth. "UMM! Nice! Titillating flavor!"
As they giggled and bounced their breasts, I walked on around the pool, hoping my erection was not too obvious from a distance. I wiped the icing off my chest and finished my cake. Sex was in the air!
After Alice, the birthday-girl, had opened her presents, the girls resumed their in-water activities. Younger-brother Will soon moved down where he could see the half-naked girls better. Within five minutes nearly every girl managed to end up topless each time she dived. Even in the bubbles made by their dives, the pool lights showed their young breasts and nipples clearly. Will had a tent in his pants that the girls began to giggle about. But then I had a tent in mine, too!
Mary and Jack had tried to ignore the partial nudity, but when Nancy and another girl managed to lose their bottoms as well as their tops as they dived, Mary put a stop to it. "If you girls can't keep your suits on, I'm ending the party right now!" Mary sternly declared.
There was a high-pitched chorus of "We'll be careful Mrs. Sharmon!" and the party continued, albeit without additional, overt nudity. They still flashed their breasts as they climbed the ladder beneath me, so that kept me aroused.
Before the party ended, Nancy and several of the others talked to me, and they had, in turn, talked to Jack. Promptly at 10:30 he came over to me and asked, "Would it be okay if Nancy and a couple of the others stayed for a few minutes? Nancy said you like to swim laps, but that somebody needs to be here to watch you in case you get into trouble."
"That would be fine, Mr. Sharmon. They can swim too, if they want. I can swim a mile or so, and then I'll send everyone on home. They shouldn't be out too late."
"I think that three or four want to stay, so if that's okay with you, I know they'll be completely safe - as will you."
"No problem, Mr. Sharmon. I'll blow my whistle, and everyone can leave the pool area. Tell Nancy and her friends to come back as soon as everyone else has left. If they stay here, I'm afraid everyone will want to stay, and the party will never end."
He handed some cash to me. "Here's your fee, plus a tip. Mary said I probably didn't have to pay you after the show these girls put on for you!" He winked at me. "I'll leave you some of the cake and ice cream, too. I'm sure you'll be hungry after your swim!" We shook hands.
I blew my whistle, and amid a lot of groans of disappointment, everyone began to pack up. I cleaned up around the pool, and ten minutes later there were only two cars left in the parking lot besides mine. Nancy and four other girls immediately got out of their cars and came back onto the pool deck. They were carrying a cooler filled with beer, something Mr. Sharmon clearly hadn't known about. They gave me one, and all five of them began to drink. Long before I finished mine, I heard the pops as several more cans were opened by the girls. They were obviously drinking to get their courage up. I hoped it would work!
I had finished my beer and was just putting the last of the chairs away when I saw Nancy, Alice, and Barb take off their bikini tops and smear their breasts with icing from the leftover cake. Carrie and Sherrie were not as bold, but their eyes were bright as all five strutted over to me, shoulders back, breasts jutting out. "Before you swim your laps, don't you need a little sugar for energy. Don?" Nancy asked, and all five girls laughed.
The pool lights were still on, and I could see the girls clearly as their breasts bounced under the thin coating of icing. Two erect nipples abruptly poked out through the icing from among the six icing-covered breasts on display. They were standing close to me, and I could smell the powerful scent of more than one aroused pussy. My erection was stiff and uncomfortable in my trunks. I made no effort to conceal it, and all five girls kept glancing at it. There was no breeze, and the air was thick with the aroma of sexual tension.
"How come only three of you are topless?" I asked. "That hardly seems fair!"
There was an abrupt bout of girlish squealing and giggling, and Carrie and Sherrie had their tops pulled off by the other three. The both stood red-faced, arms crossed, holding their hands over their breasts. Nancy walked up to Carrie and took hold of her bikini bottoms. "Both of you drop your arms so everyone can see your boobs or we'll take your bottoms off, too!"
Carrie and Sherrie both did as they were told, but their dark red faces revealed their complete embarrassment. However I'm certain all five of them were amused at the look on my face as I stared at five sets of perky, young, B-cup and C-cup breasts, proudly displayed by the five shapely, dark-haired young women.
"Since you two aren't wearing icing, you have to give Don a big kiss!" Barb declared, and Nancy and Beth pushed Carrie up against me.
I wrapped my arms around Carrie and pulled her close. My erection pressed hard through my trunks against the front of her bikini bottoms. She was trembling and didn't lift her face. I slid my hands up her naked back to her head and tilted her face back and kissed her, hard. She tasted of beer. Her eager response made it clear that her trembling had been from excitement, not fear. "Ever kissed like this before?" I whispered.
