Kendra
It was the end of a long day at the end of a long week at the end of a long summer. I had taken this job as a lifeguard at the country club pool to give myself a bit of a break from all the school related summer jobs I had taken over the last ten years. I was thirty-two and had been in school continuously since I was a little kid. Between each year of my undergrad program I had summer jobs that counted toward my degree as work related experience. I had done the same sort of thing as part of my Master's program and in the first four years of my PhD. I figured this would be my last summer before going into the real world after graduation and so I wanted to take one last break from the real world and take a job that was more relaxing and just fun.
The lifeguard gig fit the bill nicely. It was a large pool that was part of a golf and country club type setting. It was surrounded by a large lawn with a few little clumps of trees inside the high fence designed to secure the area and afford swimmers a bit of privacy from the leering eyes of golfers passing by. Most of the swimmers were golfers in for a post-game dip but there was also a fair contingent of people who lived nearby and came by for a daily dip and to lounge in the sun for a while. It kept me busy enough watching over them but without any whiny screaming kids to worry about for the most part. Over the summer I had become friendly with several of the regular women in particular and it made the time slide by nicely.
What also helped the time pass nicely was sex. And it had been a while now since my last round. My boyfriend Jed and I were a solid couple and it felt like marriage was in our future. But that summer, he had taken a job up north doing some field work for his research program and we had reconciled ourselves to having a four-month break between seeing each other as a result. Our sex life had always been strong and we hugely enjoyed each other. We were strictly monogamous but from time to time we would bring in a third partner, male or female, to enjoy as well so we had never been totally opposed to the idea of each of us having sex with someone else.
On the occasions we had brought in our best friend Brad, Jed was always keen and really enjoyed watching Brad fuck me and he loved watching me suck Brad's cock while he fucked me himself. But he was totally not into the gay thing and had no interest in participating in fucking Brad or even touching him at all really. I was mildly disappointed by that as one of my little fantasies has always been to have a cock in my pussy and my asshole at the same time but Jed wouldn't do it for fear of getting too close to Brad's cock. But that was only a mild irritation really and we always had a great time. And for my part, when we got a girl to join us, I was as keen a pussy licker as Jed and loved going down on a friend while Jed was fucking me or vice versa.
Given all of that, we had agreed that during our break, we could both fuck other people just to take the edge off. We also figured it would be a good test of our relationship to see how we responded to the idea of being with someone else for while. So, all that to say, my recent dry spell was not a result of boyfriend issues.
The summer had started off fairly well really. About three weeks in, I noticed one of my regular swimmers kept looking at me with what seemed like more than a passing interest. I guessed her age to be about 45, partly based on her appearance but also by the fact that she often came with a daughter who looked to be about 16 or so. She had introduced herself as Marsha the first week I started and told me her daughter was Melissa.
Late one Thursday the temperature was still pleasantly warm as the sun began to sink but there were very few swimmers. Marsha and Melissa had been in out of the pool a few times and were still hanging around. A couple of other teens lay on towels on the lawn working on their tans. They got up and left and not long after that, I heard Melissa call out to her mum that she was leaving and I heard the gate closing behind her as she did. It as only fifteen minutes until closing time so I decided to start just tidying up to get ready to close up.
I did a bit of a circuit around the lawn area and picked up a couple of club towels someone had left behind and some paper cups that people were too damn lazy to toss out themselves. That always pissed me off and I was in a mildly irritated mood as I headed back toward the pool. Ahead, I could see Marsha who was lying back in a lounge chair and seemingly enjoying the sun and the quiet as she just gazed off into the distance. For a mother of her age, she was in pretty good shape, with nice long and well-tanned legs, a really quite pretty face and a pair of tits that were almost as big as mine -- which is saying something as mine are pretty big if I do say so myself.
She was wearing a peach coloured bikini and as I drew closer, she shifted a bit in her chair and without really thinking about it, I ran my eyes up and down her body. I couldn't help but notice that she was obviously not a fan of bald pussies as I could see a fair bit of hair spilling out of her bikini bottom after her position shift. She seemed to sense that herself somehow and unconsciously reached down to adjust her bottoms. My eye was drawn by the motion and to my surprise yet again, I could clearly see that she had quite a wet patch right in the middle of her pussy. I didn't think she had peed herself obviously and I couldn't see any water from the pool around anywhere. As I stepped closer I could see her nipples were hard as rocks and seemed to be almost puncturing her bikini top. I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I was pretty sure she was right in the middle of some wild fantasy that was really turning her on.
My shadow must have alerted her to my presence and she sort of sat up with a bit of a start as I passed by the foot of the chair.
"Sorry to disturb you Marsha" I said to her with a bit of a smile. "You seemed to be quite relaxed and I'm sorry I startled you."
"Ohhh, no problem Kendra" she replied in a somewhat strange voice. I was just thinking about you and strangely enough you just appeared" she told me in a slightly more normal tone.
Given what I was pretty sure she had been daydreaming about before I walked up, I was pretty surprised to hear she was thinking of me and didn't really know what to say in response. I just shrugged it off and figured my guess was wrong as I headed off to complete my end of day routine. I filled out the daily log in the little office area at one end of the deck, turned the filter and heater program to the nighttime setting and wandered back to make a last check of the change rooms before I left for the night. Marsha was no where to be seen and I just assumed she had left without saying good-bye which was a bit unusual but understandable given that I was wandering around a bit.
I ducked into the men's change area for a quick look around and to see if anyone had left stuff behind that I would have to turn into the office lost-and-found. Just as in the women's room, there were three showers mounted on the back wall. It was a common wall with the women's area and through the very thin walls, I could hear a shower still running in the women's area. This was not an unusual occurrence as one of the women's showers had problem with the tap and was often left on accidentally. I scooped up a ball cap that I knew belonged to one of the teens who had just left a few minutes ago and figured I would just keep it for him to retrieve tomorrow. I stepped back out on to the pool deck and started into the women's room to turn off the leaky shower and pick up anything left behind there too.
I stepped around the corner into women's change area and was already thinking about where I might stop in for a beer and wings one the way home after I flicked the shower off. I was jolted out of my mini-daydream by the sight of a peach coloured bikini lying on the changing room floor and realized right away that it was Marsha's. As I looked from the bikini to the shower area, I got the surprise of my life.
Marsha had all three showers turned on and had somehow re-angled them so that they all spouted their water to the same spot. And that spot was her pussy. She had her back more or less to me and was thrusting her crotch up toward the water and obviously trying to get it to land on her clit. Every few seconds, she would lean forward to put her tits under the spray and as she did, I could see that she was running one of her hands over them and squeezing her nipples in an alternating pattern. The other hand was obviously deeply buried in her pussy and as she moved about, I could tell she had at least two fingers up inside herself while her thumb rubbed away at her clit.
