I wasn’t very happy at the end of my sophomore year in college when the only job I could get for the summer was the night supervisor job at the local recreation park and swim club. After all, $7.00 per hour is not exactly big money when you have a lot of tuition to pay, but after two weeks on the job I found out that money isn’t everything!
My job was to “supervise” the two lifeguards who were on duty from 5 p.m. to 10 p.m. when we closed the pool. After we closed the pool, I was responsible for making sure everyone left the park by 11 p.m. so I could lock the big gates on my way out. The park was about seven secluded acres of land tucked in the middle of some tall trees about a quarter a mile back from the road. Besides the pool there were several ballfields, a kid’s playground, and a picnic area. It wasn’t much money, but it was easy, even if it was kind of spooky late at night with only the security lights dimly shining as I made my last rounds before locking up for the night.
I was lucky that the two lifeguards, both girls, were good at their job. Ann had just completed high school, while Vicki had just finished her first year of college. They kept everyone in the pool under control, and they didn’t fool around on the job. They were always attentive and alert, and it was a pleasure to work with them. It was also a REAL pleasure to look at them. Ann was very cute, but Vicki was a real knockout! A great swimmer, Vicki looked more like a bathing suit model than a lifeguard, and she could have gotten a job just about anywhere she applied, but she swam on the college swim team and enjoyed being around the pool.
In mid-June, a real heat wave hit the area and the temperature hit the 100 mark during the day and stayed in the 80s overnight. On Friday night we decided to keep the pool open an extra hour to give the people some relief, so it was well past 11 o’clock when the last people left the pool and headed for the parking lot.
Ann had a brand new car from her folks for graduation, but Vicki drove a sporty motorbike, the kind Jim McMahon used to do those comercials for on TV. Anyway, as I started locking up the pool and turning off the lights, I heard Ann “honk” her horn good- bye, followed by two little “beeps” from Vicki’s motorbike.
A few minutes later I was in my car, headed down the long driveway towards the gates at the entrance. I had just gotten out of my car to close the gates, when I heard the “putt-putt” of Vicki’s motorbike coming up the driveway.
“Oh, I’m glad I caught you before you left,” Vicki said. “It was so hot tonight I forgot to get my windbreaker when I left, and my wallet is in it. Can you let me back into the pool house to get it?”
I quickly locked my car, and Vicki rode her bike into the entrance and waited while I locked the gates to keep any one with ideas of a late-night swim out. I hopped on the back of her bike, and we zipped back to the pool house in less than a minute.
It didn’t take long to unlock the pool house, and in the dim glare of the security lights Vicki located her jacket while I waited at the door. She had just about reached the door when she stopped and looked back towards the pool.
“It’s still so hot, I could go for a quick swim to cool off,” she said. “What do you say?”
It had been kind of a hectic day, and as workers, we really weren’t able to enjoy the pool during work hours. “Sure,” I said, “but I can’t turn the lights back on. The parks commission will probably want me to pay for the electricity if I did,” I kidded.
We trotted out to the pool area, and Vicki quickly kicked off her sneakers while I pulled my shirt off and started getting my shoes off. Vicki was just about to dive into the cool water when she stopped and gave me a funny smile. “I’m not going to ride home on my bike in a wet suit,” she said as she pulled her suit down past her lovely breasts, below her lovely hips and over and off her lovely legs. “Let’s take a skinny dip!”
She dove into the water, and I quickly decided to go along with the idea. Stripping off my trunks, I dove in and swam after her. She swam so effortlessly, I couldn’t get anywhere near her, and I was soon exhausted. After five or six minutes in the pool I had to grab onto the side of the pool and rest.
Just then Vicki swam to within a few feet of me and gracefully pulled herself out of the pool. “C’mon,” she said as she ran off towards the playground, “give me a push on the swings.”
I hopped out of the pool and followed her into the sandy area where the playground equipment was located. Vicki was sitting on one of the swings, and I pushed against her bare back as she glided through the warm air. She was really beautiful looking in the dim glow of the security lights. When she asked me to slow her down, I tried to catch her tenderly, but she nearly crashed into me and my hands ended up grabbing her bodacious tits. I waited for her reaction, but I never expected what happened next.
“Come around in front,” she said. “I want to suck your cock!”
You can imagine how fast I moved around in front of her! As she sat on the swing with her legs spread, I stepped up to her. My prick was exactly the same height as her mouth, and she just pulled my cock right into her lips and started sucking! She started working on my tool so vigorously that I grabbed onto the swing’s chains to keep my balance. Suddenly, Vicki used her feet to start the swing moving, and before I knew it, we were swinging back and forth, my cock in her mouth, and me holding on for dear life.
While this was a pretty exciting way to have sex, it was physically impossible to keep up for long. I finally had to beg her to stop before I fell, and when she stopped, she jumped off the swing and ran towards a set of parallel bars a few yards away.
Being very athletic, Vicki had no trouble mounting the parallel bars, and when I arrived she was sitting on top, one leg over each bar, with her cunt in the middle–just as high as my face!
“Now it’s your turn to do the eating, sweetheart,” she said. It’s all yours!”
Seeing her beautiful pussy right in front of my face was quite a turn on, especialy after the blow job she gave me. I didn’t hesitate to bury my face into her bushy twat, sliding my tongue up and down her slot, finally focusing on her swelling clit. Working my tongue back and forth over her clit started her juices flowing, and a few moments later my tongue was probing the edges of her cunt hole.
With all the juices flowing down her thighs and her ass, she was one soppy wet cunt! As my tongue probed her love hole, my fingers were slipping in and out of her ass. The Olympic Games might have some great gymnasts, but nobody does the kind of moves Vicki was doing on the bars that night!
After a few minutes, it felt like my whole face was going to slip up into her juicy vagina, and as I jiggled my fingers faster and faster in her ass, her body arched and convulsed in pleasure.
I was starting to wonder how much she could take when she suddenly managed to pull away from me and effortlessly dismount from the bars. We were both soaking wet from sweat and her cunt juices, but she still had more surprises in store for me. I grabbed for her, but she sliped away and headed for the sliding board. She had gotten only two steps up the ladder when I caught up to her- her ass jutted back at me, face high!
My tongue quickly burrowed its way up her asshole, while my hand reached around and worked on her clit. Pushing my tongue into her hot ass as far as it would go, she started gyrating and grinding her ass into my face so hard I thought my nose would break. She started moaning and gasping, and it seemed half my face was up her ass. But my ears weren’t, so I heard it when she said “Stick that big prick of yours up my ass!”
As juicy as she was, I knew it wouldn’t be tough to do. I simply climbed the ladder until I was up behind her, and she did the rest. Reaching back and grabbing my prick with her hand, she placed the head of my shaft at the entrance to her ass. Just when I was ready to thrust into her, she lowered her ass down onto my prick, engulfing my hot cock up into her moist, tight asshole.
As I thrusted in response to her tightening and relaxing her anus, we slowly worked our way up the ladder to the top of the sliding board. With my prick still thrust up her hole, she leaned forward, as if she was going to slid down the sliding board on her stomach, head-first. Now I had a perfect angle at her ass hole, and filed with lust and passion, I plowed my hard cock into her hole, slamming against her buttocks with a loud slap each time. Although I was in a sexual frenzy and couldn’t stop from fucking her ass like a jackhammer even if I wanted to, I was hoping it wasn’t hurting her. I shouldn’t have worried, because above her moans I heard her repeat “Harder, harder, harder, harder!”
I finally couldn’t take any more, and I had to get my cock into her cunt. Pulling out of her ass, I turned her over and plunged as far as I could into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around me, dug her nails into my back, and we fucked all the way down the sliding board, landing in the soft ground at the bottom with a soft “thud.”
With her body still wrapped around mine, and my cock deep in her cunt, I stood up and placed her back on the sliding board. I then straddled over her, and with a clear path to her cunt, I rammed my prick in and out of her juicy hole for several minutes. When I could take no more, my moans and groans nearly matched hers as we climaxed in orgasmic delight. In a few seconds, she was up and running away from me again, but this time she ran to the pool to rinse and cool off. A few minutes later we were back at the gates, locking up and kissing each other good-night.
My head was still spinning from the night of wild lovemaking, so I nearly fainted when she waved good-night and yelled as she drove off, “Tomorrow night I’ll show you some tricks on the seesaw and the merry-go-round!”
Yes, when it comes to jobs, money isn’t everything!