The Community Pool - Sex Stories

The Community Pool

I really hated the community pool in our housing development. Well, not actually the pool itself, but the fact that the place seemed to always be overrun with screaming kids and surly teenagers. I really wanted to be able to swim laps and get some sun while reading (and quaffing the occasional adult beverage); but found these tasks to be hard to accomplish due to the aforesaid. I was seriously thinking about giving up my pool membership, when a petition made its way to my door. Apparently, a lot of other adults without children had the same complaints I did, and one of them had decided that the problem was the lack of any community-sponsored supervision; to wit, a lifeguard crew. The petition made the case that the cost of lifeguards would only increase each pool membership by twenty-five dollars, and would also garner savings for the community association’s liability insurance policy. I not only signed the petition; but, like most, attached my check for the extra twenty-five dollars. The community association took notice, and a week later the first lifeguard appeared. A young woman, looking to be in her early twenties, showed up in the guard that day: Susan. She looked like something out of Baywatch; sun-bleached hair, a red Speedo that showed off her muscularly tanned body, a non-nonsense look on her face, and wrap-around mirrored sunglasses so that no one knew where she was looking. From the moment she climbed those four steps and sat down, everyone knew who was in charge. ...

... By the time her first shift was over, order had been restored. If there was any complaint at all, it was from the wives of the married men. Guys that you couldn’t have drug to the pool with a team of draught horses suddenly were aquatic wonders. It was actually funny to watch. But Susan was the consummate professional. The indirect flirting she merely ignored. The direct approach was met with an admonishment that she was on duty, first; and, second, they were married. The weekend air was often thick with the smoke of egos going down in flames. From that perspective, I was luckier than most. I was single; and well enough off that I didn’t have to work but did so anyway, from home. I was able to hang out at the pool during the week when I had nothing else going on and when almost no one else was around, so I got to strike up a casual “conversation friendship” with Susan. The only problem was that I was in my late fifties, and thus “aged-out” of any chance to get anything going beyond that. The Fourth of July holiday came; which meant open swim for everyone in the community, not just paid members. The association also provided free burgers and dogs, soft drinks for the kids, and beer for the adults. Even though Susan had an extra guard helping her out, she was run ragged by the time the pool closed at nine that night. I had stayed to help with the clean-up, and was just hanging out when Susan came over and asked me to walk her to her car, which she had to park five streets over ...