The night it all began was easy to remember as the town’s swim festival was the following day. It marked the beginning of the competing season for the swimmers in town and the end of the school year for the summer. This was a big event in Walden, a small town with not much else happening during the summer. There were decorations all around the grandstand and covering fences around the pool enclosure. Picnic tables were brought in for the people from neighboring towns to use as they camped out for the morning tomorrow. It would be quite the festival, but I didn’t care.
I came down to the pool for three reasons. The first of course was to float and relax my sore muscles after a day in the blistering sun swinging a hammer and slinging lumber around. The second was to hang out with my best friend Jesse who worked for the same company doing the same damn thing I did but on a different crew. We’d get together at the pool to cool off and reminisce about the joys of the day before going up to my house for a couple of beers. On the days we worked I’d usually be dead to the world by 10.
The final reason of course was for the scenery. The swimmers were usually a combination of families and teenagers and a few random older single adults like I was. I was very single and quite happy about it. In those days, I was happy hopping from one bed to the next of whatever random girl would have me. You go to the bars on weekends, pick up the decent-looking ones, bring them home, give them a good shagging and go on your way. Sometimes they’d call you and want to be your girlfriend, but most of the time, and more often lately they knew the score. I wasn’t shy about what I wanted from them. I learned a long time ago it’s best to find out ahead of time or things don’t work out quite the way you expect.
It was the lifeguards we came to see. With their young tanned bodies bronzed from the summer sun, much like our own. Now the dress code for them was rather modest, so much was left to the imagination. I’d seen enough girls I didn’t need to imagine much to know what they looked like under those thin strips of fabric, barely able to contain their ample breasts begging to escape their confines. By now I knew them all by name and in a small town you’d know their parents, siblings and everything else there was to know.
Most of them were run-of-the-mill good-looking high school seniors and college students home for the summer. A few of them were easy on the eyes including Claire the police chief’s daughter and Paula Jones, who lived next door. I’d even dated her older sister a couple of times. But the star of the pool scene and the highlight of Walden was Kathy Kendrick. She’d just finished her second year of college and every guy in town wanted in her pants. Many of them had gotten their wish as well. She was well known for her promiscuity and being a bit of an exhibitionist. Kathy was the queen of the social scene and more than a bit of a snob to anyone who didn’t fit in her social circle.
I lived alone in my house by the pool with my dog Max, a full-size black lab. He thought he was a lap dog the way he wanted to get up on the couch with you and snuggle. In some ways, I have him to thank for this adventure since, without his late-night whining to go outside, I never would have seen them going at it on the picnic table. At first, I thought I was imagining things, but I’d seen enough sex to know it when I saw it. I stopped and looked closer to see if I recognized who it was. The lighting from the pool lights cast a certain view from where I stood on my front lawn overlooking the pool area. They were using the picnic tables set up for tomorrow’s swim meet.
They were too far away at this point to make out full details, but she was laying down on one of the tables, her skirt hiked up and out of the way with him pounding away between her widely spread legs. I stood watching fully aware of my inconspicuousness due to the lack of lighting around me. This was my first time just watching live sex, not being involved in any way. There was a visceral thrill from seeing something typically only meant to be seen if you were involved in the act itself. I felt like a floating presence, a fly on the wall privy to it without notice.
I snapped out of my fog after a minute or so and let Max in the house and gave him a treat like a good boy. Something was calling me back out front. I had to see how it ended and who were these people so brazenly having sex out in the open like that. It wasn’t as open as you might expect, considering the only places to get a good view were from in front of the poolhouse, where there wouldn’t be anyone at this hour, from my front lawn or from the forest behind the pool complex which was undoubtedly the domain of just animals at this time of day.
By the time I returned to my hidden viewing perch, they had switched positions with her now bent over the edge of the table and being taken from behind. They weren’t exactly in a hurry, not looking around or even remotely aware that someone might be watching. Or maybe that’s what they wanted, I wondered. Either way, it didn’t matter, I watched with a tent growing in my pants. It was so tempting to just pull it out and go to town myself. But I didn’t want to be the one getting caught. I wasn’t as hidden as I’d like to believe where anyone walking down the street would be able to see me standing there.
So I kept control of myself and just like that they were done and getting dressed. I secretly hoped they would walk out in front of the building, maybe I would be able to see who it was if I ever knew these crazy people at all. Just my luck, they walked around to the front of the building and I moved as close as I dared to not risk being seen, laying out on the grass at the edge of the hill. I saw his face and he wasn’t from around here that I could tell. But I couldn’t see her, hidden behind his giant frame. Just as I expected them to go out of range, she looked up this way as if investigating a disturbance and I got the look I was hoping for and needed to cover my mouth to keep from giving away my position. It was Kathy.
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The following day I went down to the pool in the mid-afternoon as I did most days when the weather cooperated. I had hoped Kathy would be working the front desk when I walked in, but no luck, it was Mitch, one of the longer tenured lifeguards who was home from college for the summer. I greeted him as I walked in and went out to a fairly empty pool deck for a Saturday. The competition had been this morning and after those festivities had ended, it seemed nobody felt like going for a swim.
My best friend Jesse was waiting for me already in the deep end. Paula was working the lifeguard chair all covered up with her hat and sunglasses. She still looked good from where she was sitting and it didn’t hurt that she’d been dropping hints towards me about getting together since the pool opened for the season. Her head turned in this direction and she gave me a wave which I returned on the way to drop off my towel. It was a blistering hot day today and I couldn’t wait any longer to cool off in the water.
I went over near an unsuspecting Jesse and did a cannonball sending water flying everywhere. When I resurfaced, I was being tackled and splashing back and forth. Before I knew it I could hear the whistleblowing.
“Don’t make me come over there boys,” Paula called from the lifeguard stand with a smile.
We both stopped and waved back over to her. Just then we heard another whistle coming from the other end of the pool. I looked over and there she was. It was Kathy Kendrick in all her brunette glory walking in her swimsuit over to take her turn on top of the lifeguard chair. I was going to have a hard time looking at her the same way ever again. Trying not to stare too much and wiped the drool from my face. I turned back towards Jesse.
“Man she’s smoking hot,” Jesse said so only I could hear him.
“Tell me about it, dude. She’s got the total package.”
“I’d give my left nut to get her in the sack. I’ve heard it doesn’t take much if you’re the right kinda guy though.”
Just as I was about to say something in return I felt a soft pair of hands wrap around me from behind and a lithe body pressed up against me, breasts right up against my bare back through her suit. I thought for a second it might have been Kathy, but no chance that would happen.
“Hey there neighbor, miss me? I saw you checking me out up there.” She had wrapped her legs around me from behind.
“Paula, you always think I’m checking you out.”
“Because you are. But I don’t mind, actually, I kinda like it.”
As nice as it was to have a sexy woman all over me, all I could think of at that moment was Kathy from last night. I would try to get away from this steamy vixen as well as I could.
“I just don’t see you like that. You’re Camille’s little sister.”
“Oh please. I’m hotter than she ever was and you know it. It’s not like you guys dated. A couple of hookups isn’t dating.” She was right about that, she was nearly flawless looking with her long blonde locks, tanned skin, and perky breasts. She released me from behind and swam in front of me to continue talking. I also knew it would take very little to get her from her house and into my bed.
“You’re still her little sister. I don’t think your Dad would like me corrupting his other daughter.”