The blazing sun lit up the Vermont sky as yet another in the series of hot summer days had the populace sweltering and desperate for relief, filling the public pools to capacity. Everyone was there -- including THE girl. Her name was Francine, but of course everyone called her “Fran” or “Franny.” Despite the staggering heat and humidity, her blonde hair flowed behind her as she sauntered in. The pool’s spirited tumult even paused for a moment. She was that kind of girl -- blessed with a beauty and a flare that never went unnoticed.
Fran slid down onto a pool chair with a dancer’s grace, her buff boyfriend, Chuck, by her side. She smiled when she caught his eye and her smile was returned. Her heart was as warmed by his love, as her skin by the hot sun. She unwrapped her beach towel, exposing her simple tanksuit, to the sun’s powerful rays.
All around the pool her unintentionally seductive actions didn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t forget lotion,” Chuck reminded her.
“Oh, thanks,” she purred, and closed her eyes, fully expecting him to begin. After a second or two, she opened a quizzical eye. She just shook her head, noticing the bottle in her boyfriend extended arm.
“Yeah, thanks,” Fran sighed, as she snapped the bottle from his hands. (“Oh, I have so much to teach him,” she thought,) snapping the bottle open. She began oiling her legs, thinking about their futures. She loved him with all her heart, but she felt that he was definitely a work in progress.
She glanced his way. He was handsome, well built, and trustworthy. (“She would have to work on his courtliness,” she thought, with a shrug.) Finished with her legs, she poured some lotion into her hand and started on her arms. She smiled thinking about their big night ahead. They had dinner plans with both set of their parents, and she had heard from a friend of a friend that tonight was the night that her boyfriend finally popped the question.
Her arms aglow, she ran handful of oil down her neck to the top of her chest. She ran an oily finger inside the straps of her low cut top and down her cleavage. A twinge of pride, looking down at her blessings, filled her body. It was a quick twinge, though, because she suddenly realized that she wasn‘t the only one looking. Sitting directly across the pool were a group of young men, obviously enjoying her show.
She could only offer a dirty looked response, as they mocked her actions, pretending to rub lotion into their chests, over-zealously. She was now a little thankful her boyfriend had talked her out of wearing her micro bikini.
Fran snapped her chair back and turned her gaze to the cloudless sky, yearning for the days ahead, when she could sun and swim in her own yard. Her father had promised her a house, but only after she was married. Thus with Chuck’s up-coming proposal, Fran just knew that her days at the public pool were dwindling.
The sun burned on, as the day crawled along. The pool continued to bustle with activity. Except for a group of teens playing with a beach ball, which kept rolling over to Fran’s chair, the day was perfect.
“I’m thirsty,” Fran suddenly whined into the air.
“Me, too,” Chuck answered. “Could yah get me one too, while you’re up?”
“Yeah, ok,” Fran said with a laugh, and then burned inside when she realized he wasn’t joking.
“Ughhh,” she growled as she snapped up. “At least give me some money.”
“It’s in my wallet.”
Fran just shook her head. She wanted to set him straight, but today wasn’t the day to get into a fight. No.... Today she wanted everything to be perfect. Slipping on her 4” clear plastic heeled shoes, she grabbed some cash, and made her way to the concession stand, which was a-buzz with activity. Fran’s blood boiled even more now, as she really hated lines.
After a couple of minutes in line, her body shivered, she could have sworn she felt something brush against her left ass check.
“Excuse me,” Fran hissed, quickly spinning around. She was now staring directly at the group of young men that had enjoyed her lotion show so much. None of the men were offering apologies, but instead they seemed to be using the opportunity to check out her front side now, from up close. Fran was burning now from the heat of their stares. She had seen the look before...a look of hunger...sexual hunger.
She spun back around, her face flushed. She knew that these weren’t the type of men that you fool around with. They were tall, lean and full of tattoos and piercings. And they looked like their young years had been some tough ones.
As the line moved slowly forward, Fran could feel their presence behind her. She was ready to bolt out of line, on anymore contact, her thirst be dammed. She could feel the largest of the men breathing on her left shoulder. She could tell he was peering over her shoulder, looking down the front of her swimsuit, she assumed, but there was now only one person in front of her.
“Two Cokes please,” Fran mumbled, her voice crackling, when she finally got to the counter.
She could have sworn she heard one of them lewdly whisper, “you gut some great tits,” but she let it go. No, today wasn’t the day to pick a fight. She paid for the drinks and even told the counter girl to keep the change. Cokes in hand, she spun around and flounced past them, very conscious of the heat of their hungry eyes.
“If you need more lotion, let us know,” she heard from behind her, and then one of them slapped her on the ass. She let out a yelp and quickly made her way back to her chair.
“Here’s yah Coke,” she snapped at Chuck, who was seemingly clueless as to what she’d just went through to get it.
The rest of the afternoon Fran kept a close eye on the hungry eyes across the way. She yearned to leave early, since the teens were becoming bolder with the beach ball. (She finally understood that they just wanted to see her bend over to pick up the ball.) But she also wanted to keep everything on schedule.
The sun was starting to fade when Fran finally got her boyfriend’s ok to leave. She grabbed her towel and her pool bag and headed for the changing area, sticking her tongue out at the teens in the pool, in passing. She was also well aware of the hungry eyes, still watching her every move.
Inside the brick building that also held the showers, she noticed a lone naked woman walking out of the showers, but tried not to look.
Fran signed, a little relived that the shower-room was now empty, since the shower-room wasn’t built for modesty. A lone three-foot wall separated the showers from the changing area, while the shower area itself was simply four showerheads sticking out of the bricked wall. Fran didn’t consider herself shy, but didn’t necessarily like being naked in front of strangers either, especially while washing herself. It was in the public showers that she noticed that her body attracted more than just men’s eyes.
Standing in front of a locker, the lone women behind her quickly dressing, she quickly pulled a shoulder strap off her shoulder and her breast sprang from its confinement, like a bird from a cage. She immediately blushed as she noticed her tan lines really emphasized her pink nipples now. She was about to slide off the other strap when she suddenly remembered that the brick building didn’t have locks. In fact it didn’t even have door, just a maze-like entrance.
“Oh god,” she murmured, remembering the hungry eyes outside. Then she relaxed a bit. “Ah, the lifeguards are still here,” she sighed, with a settling breath. “But I still better make it quick.”
She quickly slipped off the rest of her suit and hung it up, grabbed her towel and skipped to the showers, wearing only her plastic heeled shoes. Out of the corner of her eye, she also thought, with a tingle, that she saw the other woman steal a look before she left.
“Ahhh.” Fran moaned as the cool water hit her hot skin. The water quickly erased her doubts about showering. The lucky water droplets seemed to fight to cling to her body, before falling to the floor.
“Ummm,” Fran purred as she ran her hands over her breasts. “You two certainly got me noticed today,” she said with a laugh.
