Note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside: Ch. 2."
Originally appearing on Literotica on 09/02/03, but recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors.
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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. 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 portable toilets.
The pool 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, and it also meant that once the pool closed, nobody was around. In particular, the club manager and his family, who had previously lived on the top floor of the clubhouse, were not there to see what was going on after hours.
I had recently begun a torrid reunion with Connie, now married with a baby, and with whom I was maintaining an Intermittent affair. ("Poolside: Sex with a New Mother") 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 extremely well. Consequently I enjoyed going to her mansion, even if all I did was cut the grass and trim hedges and ogle Connie. But when we also had sex, it was truly incredible!
The Club sponsored a couple of big parties each summer, and individual members also rented the pool for special occasions. I had just spent an unforgettable day and night with Connie after learning, to my considerable relief, that I hadn't gotten the daughter of one of the members pregnant. (I had deflowered her in her own bed a few weeks earlier.) A pool party celebrating the eighteenth birthday of one of the pool bunnies had turned into a skinny-dipping orgy involving five naked lovelies and me. ("Poolside Ch 2") My popping Carrie's cherry had been an extremely pleasant direct result of that party.
The summer was a third over, I had dipped my wick in five different pussies, and nobody was pregnant - that I knew of. I also knew that Connie's husband was going to be out-of-town for several days in a couple of weeks, so I planned to move in and enjoy round-the-clock sex with my "old" English teacher - at least when her baby was asleep. To top it all off I was in great physical shape, my tan was about as dark as it's possible to achieve, and the pool bunnies were constantly teasing me with their young bodies. How could life be better?
Almost every night after the pool closed at 8:00 p.m., I would do a workout with free weights, run two cross-country miles across the golf course wearing combat boots, then return to the pool and swim a mile. My swimming required that someone actually be present just in case I got into trouble. When nobody was there, I skipped the swim for my own safety.
People gradually found out about my exercise routine, and I frequently worked out arrangements with several of the young adult members of the club to allow them to use the pool during my workouts so that I could swim laps with someone around. Sitting on top of an isolated hilltop as the sky turned dark and enjoying the view of the town's lights below was incredibly romantic. "My" pool quickly became a place for sex parties.
Beginning the middle of June I had so many requests for after-hours, informal parties that I had to schedule them! My typical party was just one or two couples. Since my earlier five-girl party, I hadn't personally participated in any pool sex. I had certainly seen and heard a great deal, however!
By 8:30 it was getting dark, and on "party nights" I would see a car or two arrive. The participants would park in an isolated area of the parking lot behind the pool, then enter using an unlocked back gate in the eight-foot tall, sharp-topped, chain-link fence that surrounded the pool and kept out the after-hours riff-raff. It was both difficult and dangerous to climb the fence, and my allowing them to get in through a gate made their romantic evening swims possible.
I would usually have the pool cleaned up by 8:15, and I would begin my weight workout on a concrete slab at the back of the pool. The slab was five feet lower than the pool deck, so I could see people outside the pool, but not in it, as I worked out.
By about 8:45 I was through with the weights, and I would put on my combat boots for my run. Why boots? It was a habit from my Army ROTC training. Besides giving me a better workout, the boots prevented me from spraining an ankle while running in the dark. The two-mile run usually took less than eleven minutes, then I would cool down and be ready for my swim between 9:15 and 9:30. This schedule provided at least an hour for my "guests" to enjoy relatively private necking, skinny-dipping, and sex. At least one couple would then stay while I swam my mile. I'd lock the gate around 10:00 or 10:30 and everyone would leave. Symbiosis!
Some groups liked me to turn on the underwater pool lights, and they gave a blueish glow to everything. I took quite a few photographs, most clandestinely, of couples skinny-dipping and fucking in the pool. I often swam my laps with the lights on, and it was not uncommon to have a couple copulating loudly in the pool as I swam. All in all it made my exercise a lot more fun!
I had access to the birth dates of all of the members' children, and I limited after-hour access to those eighteen or older. The club manager was aware of my arrangement, but he ignored it once I assured him that I would make certain that nobody got hurt and that nobody would go into the deep water alone. He also conceded that "my" pool was a safer place than the usual lovers' lanes. In addition, since I didn't charge anyone anything, the Club wasn't deprived of any revenue.
One Tuesday evening I had scheduled a really cute black-haired girl named Angie Hamilton and her steady boyfriend Bud Jacobson to "use" the pool. Angie had turned eighteen about two weeks earlier, and Bud was almost twenty-one. Bud was probably 230 pounds, muscular, tall, and intimidating. Angie was about 115 pounds, curvy and seductively attractive. The crowning achievement of Bud's young life had been starting as an offensive linesman on the highschool football team. He was known as "Bud the Stud," and was rumored to be hung like a horse.
Angie was one of the pool bunnies who had delighted in arousing me for a couple of years. She was one of the best at getting me hard! She had often flashed me quick looks at her breasts when she unfastened her top to prevent a tan line on her back, and she liked to lie with her legs spread wide apart, pointing her barely-covered, hardly-concealed pussy directly at me. Her body was truly one of the best at the pool, and I envied Bud's access to it. But she was almost five years younger than I was, so I contented myself with enjoying the view she presented.
That Tuesday evening Bud drove up around 8:30, and he and Angie walked up to where I was putting out my weights. "No fuckin' pictures, OK?" Bud said. "This is a special night for Angie here." And he leered at her. "You can leave the lights off, too!" I could smell alcohol on his breath, although he didn't talk or walk as if he were drunk.
Angie looked a little tense, but she went willingly through the gate and they sprawled on some lounge-chair cushions I had spread out for them next to the pool. I began to work out. I heard the occasional low sound of their voices. There were long periods of silence which I assumed meant they were making out.
Just after 9:00 I finished my weight routine, and had gotten changed for my run. As I came up the stairs from the pump room, I head them talking loudly enough for me to hear.
"No, Bud!" Angie said. "Let's just take it easy! I'm not sure I really want to, now!"
"C'mon Baby! We talked about this! We both want it!"
I looked across the apron of the pool, and in the pale blue glow from the pool I could see Angie, in a skimpy white bikini, stand up and cross her arms, facing away from Bud. Bud got up and wrapped his arms around her. He was completely naked. I caught a glimpse of his truly impressive cock before he pressed it against her bikini-clad behind.
