*** This is my first erotic story published. All in the story are over 18 years of age. Feedback definitely welcome ***
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My girlfriend Staci and I have been together for almost a year now. I got a job as a stage hand for a popular Las Vegas show. I met her at a resort mixer put on by my employer, and we really hit it off right from the start.
I had the day off so I decided to sit next to the pool and watch Staci work. Staci is a pool waitress for a massive, high-end Las Vegas resort. This is the "VIP pool". Basically, guests that can afford suite-style rooms at the resort are granted access. It was a beautiful day, the gilded rays of Las Vegas sunshine had not yet reached their maximum heat potential as it was only 10 am. I was enjoying laying out on a deck chair and sipping a cold lemonade with a tiny drink umbrella. While other pool guests were beginning to drink (after all, it is Vegas) I thought it much too early to begin alcohol consumption.
The pool itself was an odd shape. The resort definitely had an all-around "modern" feel to impress the guests. The "modern" theme manifested itself as a pool in the shape of the letter "C" when viewed from above, but none of the edges of the perimeter were curved, they were all jagged, non-symmetrical, straight edges. The large "arc" of the C was lined with fancy deck chairs like mine, umbrellas, and even comfy lounge beds where a couple could lay out next to the pool. The smaller inside "arc" of the C is lined with square cabanas that VIP groups can rent for a ridiculous amount of money. The cabanas are pretty spacious on the inside, and they've got two curtains that are tied up to the outside that can be shut for some privacy if desired.
The pool was almost deserted today, likely because it was so early in the morning. At the far end of the C-shaped pool was a bar area with a single bartender. I spied Staci at the bar grabbing another lemonade for me. She turned to face me and smiled and began walking over.
I drank in the image of her as she approached. She had a lovely 21 year old body. I loved seeing her in her waitress "uniform". Her body was firm and toned from years of playing volleyball in high school. She had a very petite but tall frame standing at about 5'8". She had on a tight teal bikini top. Two triangles of fabric left very little to the imagination regarding her chest. Staci doesn't have massive boobs, but they sit high and perky on her chest and appear large on her frame. The bikini straps are elastic ties that don't support extremely well, so there's a subtle but detectable jiggle of her breasts every time she takes a step. The resort's logo is embroidered across the left triangle of the minimal top. I look down her exposed midriff and appreciate her flat, tanned stomach. She's wearing somewhat low-rise black bikini bottoms that tie on the sides of her hips. Her legs are long and lux. The sex bomb ensemble is completed by two small white wedges that make her look legs look even longer.
She brushes the bangs of her straight brown hair to the side. Her hair sits just a bit longer than her shoulders and frames her cute facial features perfectly. Her reflective Oakley sunglasses prevent me from seeing her big brown eyes. Suddenly my swim trunks feel much tighter.
"Another lemonade for you, Sir!" she smiles and says in a joking tone. She bends over at the waist and sets the glass down. I look to my side and get a nice view of her minimally covered breasts as gravity pulls them downwards.
"Thanks, Darling" I reply, handing her a $2 tip. Whenever Staci is working, we pretend that we don't know each other. Staci is an expert at flirting with men at the pool to earn larger tips. If the patrons catch on that she's got a boyfriend and isn't actually attracted to them, that might hinder her chances of success. At first, I was jealous as I would watch her flirt around. She always assured me that it was just for monetary purposes, but she was so good at it I couldn't help but question if she was actually interested in these men. My jealousy subsided as I realized that, at the end of the day, she was always lying next to me in my bed. I enjoyed the days that I would get to watch her work. She thrived when serving groups of men. However, couples are also common at the pool. She would openly flirt with the man in the relationship. I think she gets some sort of pleasure out of watching the wives/girlfriends get jealous.
Staci stood, spun around, and started walking back towards the bar. She must have known I'd be watching. She swayed her hips slightly as she walked. The bikini bottoms were a tanga style that hugged the curve of her cheeks perfectly. In fact, "cheeky" is an excellent way to describe the bottoms. They gave an excellent view of her tight and pert ass. The crease where the bump of her butt meets her leg was definitely visible.
I sat back and enjoyed a few sips of my new lemonade and checked out the pool. I noticed there was a cabana directly across from me that two men had just arrived at. They were both quite tall, one with short black hair, blue board shorts, and black flip flops. The other man was of similar height but had longer, shaggy blonde hair and white board shorts. A shell necklace was draped around his neck. Both the men were shirtless, and clearly worked out. They had abs and looked like maybe they just finished up a morning workout. I watched as they pulled a container of sunblock out of a drawstring bag and began applying sunscreen to themselves.
Staci took note of their arrival and left her perch at the bar to go greet the two men. I looked across the pool as she walked over. She introduced herself and greeted them and asked if they needed anything. I could barely hear their conversation. I think the one with black hair was named Greg and the one with Blonde hair was Conrad. They asked if she would be willing to put sunscreen on their backs. Staci obliged. The cabana had a grey sectional sofa on the right side. Conrad took a seat while Greg stood up a few feet in front of the sofa. Staci giggled and took the sunscreen bottle and squirted globs all over Greg's back playfully. Greg winced a bit as the cold sunscreen hit his back. He looked back over his shoulder and laughed. She then began rubbing it in with both hands across Greg's back, essentially giving him a massage at the same time. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched her work the liquid into his skin. I noticed Conrad was seated basically right behind Staci, and had a perfect eye-level view of her ass as she massaged his friend. Conrad made no attempts to hide what he was looking at. His eyes remained locked on her ass until she turned around and said "Your turn!". Conrad and Greg switched places. It took Greg a second to notice the view, but his eyes remained locked on her ass too. My pants suddenly felt tighter again as I watched these men each admire Staci's bikini-clad butt just a few inches from their faces.
Staci took her leave after telling them both to yell if they needed anything and that she'd be back to check on them soon. I texted her as she walked back over to the bar. "They look fun... they both caught a great view of your butt as you put sunscreen on them."
Staci grabbed her phone from behind the bar (there's not exactly any pockets to keep it in with her outfit). I saw her smile and type out a message. "Yea? do you think they liked what they saw? ;)"
"Lol I'm sure they did."
She texted back. "Want to have some fun with them?"
I felt my heart rate rise. What the fuck does that mean?? "What do u mean?" I texted.
"Watch what happens when I go back..." she replied, then set her phone down back behind the bar.
I was on the edge of my seat wondering what was going to happen. Staci made herself busy helping out the bartender for a few minutes (that felt like an eternity to me) before heading back over to the cabana. The men were both sitting back relaxing with their arms outstretched over the back of the sofa. Staci walked in "Hey Guys, can I get you either something to drink?" they were both clearly glad to see her and greeted her cheerfully. They said they were both OK. "Let me grab you both some water at least." On the floor on the left side of the cabana was a small mini fridge that is stocked with free non-alcoholic beverages. Staci turned away from them, and slowly bent over at the waist to reach down to the mini fridge. She opened the door and began rummaging around on the bottom shelf for bottled water. "They always put these damn waters at the back." She spent a ridiculous amount of time bent over. Conrad and Greg definitely took notice. They looked at each other in surprise then took in the view of my girlfriends tight butt, yet again, but this time bent over directly in front of them. I'm sure they could see the perfect round of her ass and the small bit of black fabric covering her sex through her thigh gap. She was definitely showing off for their pleasure. She must have finally found them, because she stood up with three bottles of water. She came over to the couch and handed each one a bottle of water, then sat between them on the couch with her own bottle of water.
Once again I felt the throes of jealousy as she sat down between them. She began to make some flirtatious small talk with them, frequently smiling at both of them. Every once in a while she'd touch the shoulder of one of them as she'd laugh. She sat on the edge of the couch with perfect posture and her legs crossed in front of her. I watched as she opened her bottle of water and tilted her head back to take a swig. The water came too fast and some escaped from the sides of her mouth, trickled down her chin, and finally down the round of the insides of her breasts. It looked very erotic and I could tell by Greg and Conrad's body language that they were beginning to become aroused. They kept scooting closer to her position on the couch.
Staci was clearly surprised by the cold water that suddenly coated her chest. She feigned embarrassment. "Whoops!" she said "but damn, that felt great!".
