Call me a middle-aged guy who refuses to grow up. At 39, I'm the oldest lifeguard patrolling Huntingdon Beach in Southern California. Been doing it for almost 20 years. It's always been my dream job. Sun, surf, thousands of cute teenage girls tanning themselves and frolicking in the sand in the skimpiest bikinis. Sheer bliss.
Last summer, as the kids got out of school, the beach was jammin' with hotties. There was one exceptional blonde cutie though. She'd appear in the morning, laying out a few yards from my lifeguard stand. Some days she'd be with friends. Most days she came alone. A lean, athletic body, a great set of firm, ripe tits and a nice, round ass complimented her really cute face.
One day I went over to ay hello. She was lying on her back, head on a folded towel, wearing sunglasses and reading a book. Her tantalising titties and firm thighs glistened with oil. I became immediately aroused,
"Hey, what you reading?" I asked casually as I approached her, puffing out my chest and sucking in my stomach to show off my abs,
"Oh, this? Just something my English teacher wanted me to read over summer," she replied, sitting up, "I just turned 18 last week. I'll be a senior this fall,"
The blood rushed to my cock. I feasted on the contours of her titties, thighs and small hips. My hard-on must have been visible under my red lifeguard's swim trunks,
"Gonna be a scorcher today," I aid, "You might wanna put on some sun block,"
"I didn't bring any," she replied,
"Not good," I said, "Tell you what. I have some back at the stand. I'll bring it over to you in a little while, okay?"
"That would be great. Thanks!" she said,
"I have to walk the beach on patrol now, but I'll be back," I said, "Okay?"
"No problem," she said cheerily, "See ya in a bit,"
I'd broken the ice. That was all I wanted to do. Let her know the all-caring lifeguard was on duty and watching out for her. A half-hour later I returned with the promised sun block.
"Here you go. Put some of this on. It'll keep you from burning,"
"Thanks," She put her book down, reaching out for the tube, "I'm Lisa. I've seen you up on stand when I've come to lay out. I usually come to this same spot,"
"Hi Lisa, I'm Steve. Hey, if you ever need CPR, let me know,"
"Thanks," Lisa said, suddenly a bit bashful as she spread sunscreen on her lean arms, flat tummy and firm thighs.
"Maybe you want me to put some on your back, too," I said, smiling,
Without hesitation, Lisa turned onto her stomach. I knelt beside her. Her ass was inches away. The cleft between her legs was so inviting. I imagined my face buried inside, lapping at her tight, pink pussy as she squirmed in delight. I dabbed sunscreen on my hands and ran them over her small shoulder blades and her bare, flat midriff,
"Mmmm, that feels good," she cooed,
"You gotta be careful with this sun. It's more intense than you think," I said, acutely aware of the bulge in my Speedo trunks, "I think I should put some on your legs, too,"
I could sense this made her a little nervous at first. But as I massaged the lotion onto her skin, she relaxed. My hand came close to her pussy, and it was all I could do to control myself from running my hand up to it,
"There you go. That should do it. I'll leave you the tube, just in case you want more,"
"Thanks, Mr. Lifeguard," she said, turning over on her back again, "I really appreciate it,"
"Pleasure. Gotta get to my post now. Maybe we can talk later?"
"Sure. That would be great,"
I went back to my perch atop the lifeguard stand. A lifeguard stand is like a small mountain cabin on stilts. Now and then I'd look in Lisa's direction with my binoculars. When she noticed me looking, she'd wave. By late afternoon, Lisa gathered her stuff to leave and stopped by my station,