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All characters involved are over 18.
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In a small village near London, there is a swimming pool for adults only. It's fairly basic, but is indoors, and under 18 year olds are unable to enter. Up until fairly recently, I had never even heard of it, much less of the dangerous effect the water had on a person.
My name is John. I'm 21, 6 foot, and well built. I work out regularly, and have a 6" penis, which has unfortunately seen little action. I had been studying at university, and had gotten a job in the local shopping centre after I finished. There was no work, and I hated the job I had. One day, I found an ad in the local paper, looking for a new lifeguard at the adults swimming centre. The pay was good, and as the pool was open 24 hours, I would be given a flat over the complex, as part of the job. I was also allowed to use the pool at any time.
So, I quickly phoned them, and they asked me to visit that afternoon. I said yes, and so got ready for the interview. I left the apartment and drove across to the centre. I parked my car, and entered. Inside the main atrium, there was a large marble statue of a nude man in a swimming position. I thought it strange that he would have an erection, but thought nothing of it. Artistic choice, perhaps. I walked over to the reception desk, where a 20 year old was sat on the other side.
The first thing I noticed was her breasts. They were perhaps the largest I had ever seen, and the effect they had on me was immediate. I instantly got a hard on, and attempted to manoeuvre my excited penis into a position that it would be less obvious in.
"Can I help you?" she asked. She smiled up, and I felt myself start to leak pre-cum.
"Yes, I'm here for an interview. My name is John Walks." I replied, finding an optimum position to hide my still bulging penis.
"Well Mr walks, follow me." She stood up, and my mouth burst open as she revealed her long legs, and a tiny G string, which was riding up into her buttocks. I followed her down a corridor, and we entered the pool area. To the left were rows of changing rooms, however all seemed to be missing doors, or curtains. To the right was the main pool, with perhaps 50 people swimming round. Everything seemed normal, except that the pools smell was making me feel horny. Not used to being turned on by water, I blushed slightly, and tried to hide my face.
We continued into a hidden area with a table, two chairs, one on both sides, and a small pool, about 12 feet long. On one of the chairs was an attractive woman. She looked to be in her thirties, and seemed as happy as the receptionist.