Tim was a college student who found the perfect job working at an indoor pool for a local private school. In the evening they rented the pool out, so they just needed someone to help schedule lifeguards, maintain the rental schedule, and lock up the building every night. This is a great job for a college student because it allowed him to keep up with his assignments while at work. He also didn't mind walking the pool deck every night and seeing all the hot girls in swimsuits, but was always too shy to make a move.
Tonight was just like any other night. All the teams were done with practice and last last group left the building a few minutes ago. He made his rounds ensuring everything was turned off and locking the doors for the night. As he approached the girls' locker room he could hear the sound of rushing water. He cracked the door just slightly and called out, "Is anyone in here?"
No response. Just the steady drumming of the shower.
He hesitated for a moment, remembering that one shower stall had been acting up lately, often getting stuck on. Tim sighed, knowing he couldn't leave until everything was checked and secure. He pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, and once again called to make sure everyone had left.
Tim walked through the maze of lockers and rounded the corner to the open shower room. And then he saw her. Samantha. One of the girls from the local college swim team that he had seen around campus. She stood under the showerhead, her back to him, water cascading over her curves. Her long, dark hair clung to her shoulders, draped over her smooth, wet skin. Tim froze, his breath catching in his throat.
He managed to stammer out the start of an apology. "Oh! I didn't think anyone was in here... I called out... I'm sorry."
As he turned to leave her head turned slightly. "It took you long enough," she said, her voice dripping with playful impatience. "Come here and help me get all this soap out of my hair."
Tim blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. He took a tentative step forward, his feet heavy as lead. Another step, and another, until he was standing just behind her. He watched as trails of bubbles flowed down her back, between the cheeks of her tight ass, and down her toned legs.
He was frozen. Surely he didn't hear her correctly and this was all a dream. Without looking back she ran her fingers through her long hair and encouraged him. "Right here. My hair is so thick I just can't get all the soap out."
His hands trembled as he reached out, fingers brushing through the tangles of her hair. The sensation was electric, sending waves of warmth through him.
Samantha hummed appreciatively as his fingers worked through the suds, her body relaxing under his touch. "Oh, that feels so good" she murmured, tilting her head for better access. Tim continued to run his fingers through her hair. He started to relax and he concentrated on his task.
After what felt like an eternity she turned her head again, meeting his gaze through the steam. "Thanks," she said softly, handing him a bottle of body wash. "Now, could you wash my back for me?"
Tim swallowed hard, his mouth dry. He squeezed some of the gel onto his hands, the scent of lavender filling the air. He began to spread it over her shoulders. His palms moved in slow, deliberate circles, feeling the smoothness of her skin under his fingertips. She stood motionless letting him work, but there was a faint smile in the corner of her mouth. He continued down her back and rested his hands on the side of her hips. He felt her shift and immediate thought twice about this actions.
"I--uh--I'm sorry," he stammered. His voice was barely audible and his face was flush with embarrassment.
Samantha chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Don't be," she whispered. She gave her her butt a little wiggle. "You can keep going if you want."
Tim's hands hesitated, but only for a moment. He moved them lower, exploring the contours of her thighs and the soft flesh of her buttocks. His fingers kneaded gently, as if afraid she might vanish if he touched her too roughly.
Samantha turned to face him, her expression softening as she watched him. "You're doing great," she assured him, her eyes locking onto his. "But you're getting pretty wet yourself."
Tim glanced down realizing she was right. His clothes clung to him, wet from the spray of the shower. Samantha's gaze followed his, lingering on the growing bulge in his pants. "And I think someone else is getting pretty excited too," she added with a playful grin.
Before Tim could respond she reached out, grasped the bottom edges of his t-shirt and peeled it up his body and over his head. She tossed it to the floor and again locked eyes with him. "Your turn," she said, her voice husky. "Let's get these wet clothes off."
Tim nodded, his mind racing as she helped him out of his soaked jeans and boxers. Naked now, he stood before her, vulnerable and exposed. Samantha's eyes raked over him, taking in every detail. She reached out, grasping his erection in her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Samantha leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips. Tim's world spun as her mouth moved against his, soft and insistent. He responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through him.
