Let's just get this straight: guys aren't the only ones with raging hormones.
My mine started at about... that's not really any of your business. Well, just say some time ago.
Being on display at games turned me on so much I would be soaked before my boyfriend laid a hand on me.
His dad would always watch me during the game. Was he dreaming about using his son's little cum dump?
I'm Tori. My senior year of cheering for football transitioned into basketball, which ended a couple of weeks ago. A few school functions and two cheer competitions, my high school cheerleader uniform will retire for graduation.
Oh guys don't cry.
The end of basketball means the start of water park season and lifeguarding.
At 5'6" and 105 lbs, I might look small, but years of cheerleading, ballet, and gymnastics have toned my body and kept me extremely flexible. What I can't do with brute strength I accomplish by twisting my body in ways you can't imagine until I get the results that aid the rescue.
This is my third season guarding at Wetsplash Park.
While school is still in, we are only open on weekends.
I was aware that even though my 1-piece swimsuits were the same size as last year, they seemed to be tighter. Almost like they had been altered. Hey, that ismy trick. Well, someone saved me the trouble.
My tan is coming in nicely, and to offset the one-piece tan lines, you can find me around our pool in my tiny bikinis every afternoon. My boyfriend says tan lines are like highlighters to what is underneath.
Good Friday, I was assigned to the wave pool. This is the most crowded spot in the park. Our supervisor plans multiple teams spread out. There is a lot of area and a lot of people who somehow end up in serious trouble before they know it.
Everyone has a partner. Today my partner is Kyle, a hot, young jock and muscle-bound trainee.
Before becoming an employee, Kyle had been around since my first season. He'd also been trying to get in my bathing suit since the first day I started. Now a trainee, Kyle was cockier than ever.
Now it was like he was entitled to get between my legs, and he was letting me know it.
I don't think he said a single phrase all day long that wasn't sexual and about him being in me. I was also fully aware that in my wet, extra-tight suit, I was fully on display for him. He made sure I knew he liked what he saw.
The bad part is his innuendo and my being on display were working together to keep me turned on as hell. I would jump in for a rescue at every opportunity.
It kept me distracted. Kept our talks short. Also pool kept wet my suit wet.
Don't get me wrong, with brown blonde hair, green eyes, a bronze tan, and a ripped stomach, Kyle was fucking hot.
Sorry, I like older guys. Rough guys that slam me to the wall and choke me as they rip my panties down.
I just couldn't; I didn't want to think of Kyle that way. He was my age.
My aching nipples said differently.
Finally, our shift had ended. We headed back to the crew room to finish the paperwork. Kyle walked next to me with his hand on my ass.
Let him have his fill.
Back at the crew room, I worked with him on doing the reports. Hell, if he is going to sex me up all day, the least he can do is read all my written reports. When he looked up, I made sure we had a full view of the crotch of my swimsuit.Yeah, his tent showed he was well hung for his age. I had no doubt after the party I'd be his jack-off dreams.
With reports turned in, I sent Kyle to the men's locker room, and I went to the ladies' for my shower and bikini.
The park was closing early; the lifeguards, staff, and our invited guests had the park to ourselves.
A one-piece bathing suit was fine for work. Party on, more skin must be displayed.
After showering and making sure my body was perfectly smooth, I squeezed into my tiny Body Glove bikini and headed out to the crew room.
