As she walked through the entrance, she was relieved to see the pool was almost empty, except for the old lady slowly paddling back and forth across the water. She smiled to herself, she preferred when no-one was in so she could have more space. That's why she always went when most people were at work. She quickly walked to the edge of the pool, her juicy butt reverberating hypnotizingly as she moved. She got into the diving position and glided into the water with ease and skill.
As soon as she resurfaced she instantly started making way to the other end. After one length, another followed. This repeated itself until her tenth length, when she stopped for breath. She breathed heavily, wiping sweat from the top of her forehead, then she made sure her long, black hair wasn't a mess. But as hard as she tried, she couldn't help but think about what it was that made her go to the pool everyday for the last two weeks.
Just a couple of weeks ago she was leading a wild lifestyle, out all night, sleeping all day and waking next to complete strangers. But after telling her friends she didn't think she could cope with much more partying, they shunned her from their group, leaving her with no real friends. It had led her to question whether for the last few years it was her that people were interested in, or just her wild ways. Over the last two weeks she'd become lonely and bored. So, she got a membership with her local pool in the hope to make a hobby. She had succeeded and in the process toned up, leaving her with a healthy looking stomach which complimented her D cup breasts and round ass perfectly. But she wondered whether it was all really worth it. Overall, though one question scared her most of all.
"What if people don't think I'm hot anymore?" It was definate that throughout her life, she had had it easier then most because of her beauty. Her full lips, olive skin, enticing eyes and long black hair that ran down her back always kept the boys interested, not to mention her killer body. Although she tried not to think about it, she knew that if she didn't look as good as she used to, life was going to get a lot more difficult. Without her friends, she didn't meet as many guys. Without any guys, noone was complimenting her anymore. Without the compliments she felt unwanted and unconfident.
Her train of thought was broken as she noticed the old lady leaving the pool. She had the pool to herself. But before kicking off for another ten lengths, she looked down at herself. "Am i still hot?" she questioned. Looking at her body, she couldn't fault herself, her booty was to die for, being hugged tightly by her costume which she'd purposefully chosen because it was just slightly too small, and therefore highlighting all she was proud of in her body. It was then that she only just realised him.
She looked over to the lifeguard' s chair and had to keep her mouth from dropping as she saw the guy sitting there. A dark, handsome guy of around six foot with black, spiked up hair sat watching the clock. Her eyes ran down his body. He was muscular, it was obvious even when he had his life guard shirt and shorts on. He ticked all her boxes. "Right," she thought to herself, "if I can make that hottie check me out just by walking past him, then i must still be hot. This challenge decides it. Hot or not, he decides."
She slowly walked out the pool, brushed her hair back and began walking across the pool side. She could feel each droplet running over her curvaceous body with every step she took. As she walked past him, she looked up, bit her lower lip and gave a cheeky smile. "FUCK". He didn't look. He didn't seem to notice her at all, just kept staring at that clock. Her scowled as she made it over to the hot tub.
"What is it with me and gay guys" she muttered under her breath as the bubbles began. But she was proved wrong as a female co worker of the lifeguard walked past, he made no secret of the fact he was checking her out. She couldn't help but stare in horror. "No. This doesn't make sense," she thought almost shaking with jealousy, "that girls so thin and her face..." She stared at the body guard. "This isn't fair." She suddenly realised something. This was the first time in her life she had experienced not being acknowledged as good looking. In the past, she only ever noticed a guy when he was making a move on her. So, for her not to get the lifeguard' s attention tore her apart.
"He doesn't know what he's missing" she thought as she played out how they'd meet, how he'd chat her up, how they'd go back to his and how he'd fuck her. She felt a wave of feelings as that last thought entered her mind. She craved for him to be inside her. Never before had she felt like this. She always got what she wanted and the fact that this time was different drove her crazy.
She practically jumped out of her skin as someone tapped her shoulder. It was the "skinny bitch". "Lunch." she stated rudely, "You gotta get out".
"OK." She stated, standing to get out. But as she stood she realised something she hadn't before. Thinking of the life guard had made her wet. Extremely wet. Because of her tight swimming costume, she didn't know whether it was noticeable, so she kept her back to the "skinny bitch" as she got out and walked away. She quickly walked towards the changing rooms on the far side from the lifeguard so he couldn't see her problem. Just before leaving, she looked over at him. He still wasn't looking. She was nearly stopped in her tracks by the surge of heat towards her pussy as it moistened with the need for him. Trying not to draw attention, she quickly paced towards the showers.
When inside, away from the staff of the pool, she hit the "on" button to start the shower. Glad to be alone, she cleansed herself of her moisture before beginning reaching for the soap and lathering her body up.
"See you in an hour, I'm gonna grab a shower" She heard a man say. She stood deathly still. "Surely," she prayed silently," surely it can't be him." She tried to act normal as she heard whoever it was enter the room. She peaked out of the corner of her eye. It was indeed "him". You better believe she was wet. She kept her eyes forward as she scrubbed her arms robotically in a failed attempt to act as nothing was happening.
"Mind if I use that?" He said as he reached for the soap. Her eyes widened as he hand brushed her arm, reaching for the soap. In her shock a wave of emotions and thoughts washed over her. The wave only stopped when she realised she'd accidentally let out a moan. A moan that was too loud for him not to notice. She looked into his eyes, praying to god that by some kind of miracle he hadn't noticed. From the look on his face, he most certainly had. His eyes were wide and his jaw had slightly dropped. In an attempt to hide her self, she covered her wet patch with her hands. She closed her in embarrassment as she realised her mistake. When she opened her eyes, she saw she must have made a lame attempt, as he was staring at her now very noticeably wet pussy. Even through her costume it was still blatantly obvious how horny she was. Tears of frustration with herself filled her eyes as she just about managed to utter the word, "sorry" vaguely.
She looked into his eyes as a grin spread across his face. "Hey don't worry," he said, "it happens to all of us." She looked at him quizzically. He took the hint and pointed towards his own crotch. Slowly, she watched a generously sized lump grow in his shorts. She looked back up at him, trying to express how she felt, but he had already begun to pull her towards him.