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PennameWombat August 2020
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This is my entry for Literotica's "Summer Lovin' 2020" contest. It's a simple story of a boy, a girl, a swimming pool, misbehaving chlorine tanks and the hazy and hot days of August. I hope you enjoy it.
Tags: Blow job, Car sex, Cum swallowing, Cunnilingus, Female virgin, First meeting, Male virgin, Outdoor sex, Pool, Romantic
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The Pool
I'd just pulled the water sample from the pool as the head lifeguard Athena's voice rang out above me and to my left.
"No running!"
It was the first week of August and it was hot. It wasn't unseasonably hot, if you measured seasons by what you'd experience on the surface of the sun. Since the city park that surrounded the public pool wasn't on the surface of the sun, it was hot.
As a result the afternoon all-ages open swim time had been so packed for the last couple of weeks that people either floated or waded in the pool, there was no room to actually swim. Although 'splashing' was technically against the rules Athena and her crew offered a loose rein on it unless it got too boisterous.
But running on the wet concrete decks?
Nothing lax about that.
I let the chemicals mix to tell me the pH and chlorine levels as my eyes wandered over the crowd. It was as usual heavy on teenagers and young adults but there were plenty of older people but not surprisingly no senior citizens. They had a dedicated hour in the late morning and tended to avoid the boisterous afternoon crowds. Likewise, children and mothers were in the second, small pool around the side of the building, my first test pull had been from there. As I shook the test kit my eye paused on the far corner of the big pool, off to my left, a group of six, no seven girls, all seemingly late teenagers or so.
Attractive teenagers.
Four sat on the deck in a tight group, three others stood in waist-deep water, the '3' painted on the deck and embossed into the tiles that lined the walls confirmed that. My gaze had almost left them when it froze. Locked.
She was on the edge of the seated quartet nearest me. She had a one-piece suit cut high around each hip and those hips were shapely. The suit flattered without offering untoward exposure of breasts that clearly matched her hips.
She had curves. Perfect curves.
My usual light olive skin wasn't bothered by sun and by now it was well-tanned but her skin was just a shade darker and had to be mostly natural since I couldn't discern any tan lines at the edges of her suit, a tell I'd picked up quickly being at this pool six days a week since the first week of June. The brown shade of her hair was a touch darker than mine and it was pulled into a loose ponytail that I guessed fell to about the middle of her back as it swung when she turned her head and those eyes that held me were dark but definitely not dull. Her friends ranged from a dyed blonde whose tan was a tad more visible through a couple of others with the same hair and skin as she had. Two of her friends were in one-piece suits and the others in bikinis of various kinds.
Her friends had either not noticed me or I was of no interest.
I racked my brain. Had I seen her before? Yes. At least once, with at least some of these others. Yes. We'd caught eyes once before. Oh. Yeah. In the moments just before one of the compressed gas chlorine feeder tanks had blown a seal and we'd had to evacuate the pool. Well, everyone except me. I'd dealt with that and replaced the tank but by then she and her friends and many others had left.
I hoped my expression matched hers with eyes focused but mouth in a soft smile. But I think my jaw gaped open and I probably drooled as I squatted there.
'This is why you took this job,' my brain tried to assert confidence, 'hot women in wet bathing suits.'
And then reality kicked my brain's ass. A couple of teenage girls half-ran out of the women's changing room behind me.
"Some kid threw up in there!!!" In stereo. Loud enough that despite the loud conversations and splashes and laughter heads in and all around the pool turned to look.
I glanced up at Athena, who served not just as the head lifeguard but also our manager, and her broad smile was all I needed to remind me of whose task it was to deal with this new issue. I glanced back across the pool but all of their gazes were over me toward the complaining girls but those dark eyes did flash at mine and her smile broadened for a matched instant.
I finally remembered the test kit. Unsurprisingly the chlorine was at the minimum. With the heat and the full house it was a battle to keep the rickety old pool's pumps and chlorine feeders up, which is why I tested it every thirty minutes. The gas feeder valves were full out, which meant dumping powered chlorine through the filter pool in the shack. Which I had to do carefully or the sensitive sorts would notice. And complain. I sighed and stood up and flashed the test kit in her direction.
"I'll get Connie from the front desk to clear out the changing room, while she's doing that I need to up the chlorine then I can clean the spew," I said to Athena although it wasn't really needed. And from the stream of women and girls abandoning the changing room Connie's task might be a formality. But my statement was confirming a commander's order that didn't need to be stated and she nodded but her smile was kind. She was bit over a decade older and had been doing this long enough that I had no idea why she was stationed at a leaking public pool in a run-down municipal park in a neighborhood that wasn't so much on the way down as it had never been up. But we got along and so long as the pool was looked after she left me to it.
With a last split-second glance back across the pool I thought I'd caught the cute, dark girl's own head with a rapid swivel back to neutral. I wondered if they'd still be around once I'd finished cleaning up vomit.
An Unexpected Visitor
"Hello? Anyone home?"
I cocked my head and stood still with my mop and heard a second "hello." The voice had the slightest accented inflection, one I was quite used to both with schoolmates since kindergarten and with my current job. I leaned the mop against a wooden partition wall and walked out of the women's changing room and stopped near the two-step ladder to the diving board where I could see the gate. Sundown wasn't for another hour but a row of tall firs left us in shadow. On the other side of the chain link gate was a cute young woman standing next to a 10-speed road bike.
It took me a moment before recognition dawned. She and her friends had been gone by the time I'd finally made it back to the pool deck after my initial clean-up call had been followed by a series of minor requests that couldn't be ignore.
