Thursday, June 14, 2007
The Pool
Read more about "The Pool" here.
Blue was her favorite color, which happened to be a good thing given her eyes were blue with grains of gold like pedals of sunflowers. It was like mixing the beautiful blue sky with the warm yellow summertime field of endless happiness.
The splashes rose and arched above her head dropping beneath her chin, between her fingers and behind her head. They came from the kicks of 4 year olds eager to show her they could kick when she said kick.
To stir the pot, she splashed and exhorted them with an occasional, “kick!” They responded and the water flew past her feverishly. The middle-aged soccer moms sat idly by oblivious to the life that was happening all around them. Their children supplied and endless summer of enjoyment for her and a future hope of babies to teach how to swim by herself without someone else’s child to hinder or annoy.
The only other enjoyment of her “lifeguard” – because she really felt more like a swim instructor than a lifeguard – was watching him work with his own set of children.
He was her “athletic geek” as she liked to call him. A couple of years her senior and quiet, except when kids were around. She considered him a kid himself now and then and hoped the parents didn’t mind his humorous style of teaching. Secretly, she wished he would joke with her. She wanted him to tease her, but not be mean.
His silver glasses fit close to his face and were tinted with a rainbow mirrored sheen. For fun he would hold his breath and go underwater with his students, turn around quickly while underwater and place his glasses on the back of his head. When they all popped up he would scream and they would all laugh.
His glasses were also good for hiding his gazes from her. He would catch her watching him; shaking her head in disbelief. She would help a student to kick and stretch out and she would look up and look at him straight in the eye. He saw her, and would return the gaze for passing moments and then kick off the bottom of the pool to keep up with his young tadpoles.
She stretched her arms out to show her students how to push and pull the water around to propel them through the water.
In her heart she was simple in the way you look at the sky and just know it will rain. The mechanics behind the storm are complex, unpredictable and amazing all in one. He saw this, he noted it and kept it close to him as you would something you wished to keep from others, and keep for yourself.
The frequently, worked later than most of the group to close the pool. Most of the time they would hang around after closing in groups of 3 to 5 chatting, straightening, cleaning and now and then sipping a slow beer fizz until someone broke up the party to go home. The bottles or cans would be taken out before the pool opened in the morning. Rarely, and as it was, never, were the two of them alone at closing. Policy dictated a single person could not close the pool even if it was logistically possible, practically it was not safe.
The head lifeguard at the end of the night would ask for volunteers to close the pool and if no one stepped forward, military volunteers were assigned to close for the night. Most of the time there were plenty of raised hands. But this particular night the stars aligned and the fates seemed to be in favor of these two.
As it happened, everyone except these two had somewhere to be. So they set about closing the pool 10 minutes early so that they could leave at a reasonable time. Wednesday nights were never busy and this particular one offered the difference of having the help of an overcast sky scatter sunbathers earlier than usual.
They went about stacking chairs, taking out trash and straining miscellaneous leaves from the pool. As the clouds gathered a stack of chairs blew into the pool in some kind of lifeless stagger and screech.
Both knew the chairs were too heavy for both of them to lift alone and the growing darkness meant they would have to hurry before either the storm moved in or the chairs became too heavy to lift or drifted to the deeper end of the pool.
They both jumped in from opposite ends and rushed to the center of the 6-foot mark. They reached the chairs at the same time and decided he would go under and lift the chairs off the bottom. She would maneuver them to the side with his help and both would lift them out of the water one at a time. He took a gasp of air and brushed the water to go down. His hand sent the water between her legs and he brushed against her by accident.
She felt the tips of his fingers across the back of her thigh and couldn’t tell if the shiver was from the cold air or his touch.
Slowly, they lifted the chairs above their heads and onto the side of the pool. Occasionally, they would reach up at the same time and their eyes would meet in close quarter proximity. They felt the warmth of each other and worked to avoid the eye contact that had been so common between them during the day.
The awkwardness of those moments showed the irony of their relationship, attracted, but shy, aware, but silent.
The last of the chairs was hoisted above their heads and onto the side. The slow drizzle had grown into a full down pour. They rushed to the side pool with the stairs. She grasped the handle and went to lift herself up and slipped. His hand caught her well formed behind in time to catch her fall. His hands grasped her hips and he gently lifted her back up.
A deeper shiver raced from her neck to her spine as she regained her footing and exited the pool. No sooner had she exited the dark waters than he quickly emerged from the pool. In the dim light from the office window she could she a slight erection in his wet swimsuit and had wondered how HIS hands had caused her own body to shiver and aroused a similar desire in him.
The rain was pouring now and the lightning was beginning to flash in ¾ time. They ran back to the office to wait out the storm.
The air in the office from the window unit was cool and muggy all at the same time. The windows were quickly fogging from the difference in humidity and created a perfect screen from the outside.
“Thanks for the lift. I must have lost my footing a hundred times on that step and I was hoping it wouldn’t happen at that moment.”
“No big deal, your ass feels nice though,” he said with a half grin, almost to say, “Yeah! I’m 14 again and I touched a girl’s ass!”
“You are so bad,” she replied.
“I’m just kidding, I didn’t want you to hit your chin and that just happened to be my first reaction.”
The blue in her eyes and the gold were accentuated in the harsh florescent light. She shivered from the air as the rain continued to pour down on their clothes and towels they had left in the frenzy.
They both looked through the lockers for a possible lost and found towel that would soak the water from their slowly cooling bodies.
“Got one!” she chirped, “And it’s big.”
“That’s what she said last night!”
“Again, you are horrid!”
“I know, but you’re smiling.”
“Just because you are crude doesn’t mean you aren’t funny. I watch you with the kids you know. I like the way you work with them. I can’t be that funny, it just doesn’t work.”
“Yeah, but you get them to do things in that comforting and soothing way.”
By this time the only wet part of her body was under her red lifeguard one piece. He was now shivering a few feet from the fan.
She moved closer and said, “Here get in the towel with me and let me help warm you up.”
At first he was pretty forward, but remembered she was at 98.6 degrees and he wasn’t and it was just a way to help him warm up.
“Thanks,” and with that again they were closer than they had been since pulling the chairs out of the water.
She looked up at him, rubbing his shoulders with her hands moving the blood in his chilly arms and getting the friction from her skin to warm him as much as she could.
Her hands were soft and warm and even though they had been drenched in chlorine all day, he still made out the faint smell of shampoo in her hair.
She smelled good and like flowers he had smelled as a kid in the floral shop his mom had taken him to to buy flowers for someone in the hospital. Sweet and fresh.
At that moment without a flash of light the power had gone out. The window unit went silent and slowly wound down to a halt.
He moved closer and closer to her and she let him. Her head looked down and he took his forefinger and lifted her chin.
Through the silhouette of her young face was accentuated by the glow of the flashing traffic lights.
Their lips touched and they both kissed with intent and purpose.
He held her in his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him without regard to consequence or conscience.
She raised her chin higher and he devoured her neck in a way that made her knees weak. His lips found the soft nest of her neck and left his warm affection until she had to grasp him tighter to not fall.
The yellow flash of the traffic light lit their passion only enough for each of them to catch the other with rhythmical glimpses.
He reached to her shoulder and removed the straps holding her swimsuit up. At first she resisted but only slightly. He moved the top of her suit down to her waist and kissed again from her neck to the crevice of her slightly freckled breast.
Hips lips were warm lighting a fire further down her body. She could feel the throbbing between her legs and in her stomach the butterflies raced and bounced like prisoners of a large sinking ship desperately trying to escape a certain fait.
She reached to his hip and placed her thumb inside his shorts. She felt the cold air raise her nipples. His lips brushed and grazed against the delicate skin of her nipple and for the first time she could tell she was wet between her legs but not from the pool.
Her head tilted back and exhaled with more of a sigh than a moan. His lips and hands moved over her breasts in ways that sometimes she couldn’t tell which were more powerfully arousing to her.
By now she was gripping his waistband in a clenched fist as her right foot curled up and stroked the back of his leg.
He felt the smooth skin of the top of her foot as it went from his ankle to the back of his knee. Surely, by know she could feel how hard he had become with slowly massaging and licking each breast until she no longer knew she was sighing and moaning.
He removed the rest of her swimsuit from her slowly passing the bare skin of her pussy. The air moved around the bare lower half of her body and she felt the cold moving air between her legs and felt her skin rise with excitement and sensation.
He stood back up and pulled her close while he kissed her. She felt the stiffness of his cock next to her lower abdomen and wished he would advance and slide inside. She didn’t care how he did it or where she was sitting or standing, she just wanted him inside, his hands gripping her.
He felt her hands move his trunks lower around his waist and felt the cold himself as well as the pulsing of his heart extended to his stiffening and growing cock. The shorts dropped to the floor to keep company her one piece and for the first time their naked bodies touched and warmed as kisses were exchanged in the empty wonder of the night.
She put her arms behind her and lifted herself onto the lower surface of a counter. High enough for him to kneel and get between her legs which she had eagerly spread for him.
She had not expected, tempted or dreamed this would happen, but she was letting it. She trusted his hands and his quiet nature outside of the pool.
His tongue licked from just below her pussy to the side and up around the clit. He sucked her outer lips and she felt the shivers roll up her spine and was no longer aware of any sound she was making.
He tasted the sweetness and smelled the clean smell of chlorine on her skin. The two mixed in his mind and his hands cupped the soft part of her ass as he licked and sucked more and more.
She stood and turned and reached between her legs to guide him in. What she felt were his balls in her hands and felt the ridge of his cock enter her unguided and without her own escort.
She felt him slide in and leaned hard against the counter feeling his cock slowly at first brush the very parts she had kept private from all but the most trusted.
He felts how warm and wet she was and her pussy gripped his cock as he slid further in then out. His hands hand moved slowly from her hair to her hips and were gently rocking her back and forth like a slow sweet lullaby or passion.
She let out a audible “uuuunnnnn,” and he quickened the pace to please his own desire. She felt him breathing harder and harder as he buried his head in the back of her neck. She reached back with one hand and caressed his short hair and let out a small, “ohhh,” to ease her tension and expand on the pleasure they provided each other.
He moved faster and she felt the first orgasm wash over her and audibly moaned. This quickened his pace and his tone as he screamed, “Yeaaaaaah!” and with that they both came letting out a loud low sigh as the tension of their bodies released.
She rested on the counter and he leaned over her. He kissed her temple and hugged her. She reached back and felt a small drop of sweat leave his forehead and land on her cheek.
By now the rain was ending. Only a few kisses lingered and words were left unspoken. She held him tightly against her and a tear fell from her eye to his chest.
They laughed and finished re-dressing. She looked up and kissed him and he kissed her with one hand resting on the small of her back.
The door opened and she turned to close it. Backlight by the yellow light she turned and headed for her car and an easy night’s sleep.
Blue was her favorite color, which happened to be a good thing given her eyes were blue with grains of gold like pedals of sunflowers. It was like mixing the beautiful blue sky with the warm yellow summertime field of endless happiness.
The splashes rose and arched above her head dropping beneath her chin, between her fingers and behind her head. They came from the kicks of 4 year olds eager to show her they could kick when she said kick.
To stir the pot, she splashed and exhorted them with an occasional, “kick!” They responded and the water flew past her feverishly. The middle-aged soccer moms sat idly by oblivious to the life that was happening all around them. Their children supplied and endless summer of enjoyment for her and a future hope of babies to teach how to swim by herself without someone else’s child to hinder or annoy.
The only other enjoyment of her “lifeguard” – because she really felt more like a swim instructor than a lifeguard – was watching him work with his own set of children.
He was her “athletic geek” as she liked to call him. A couple of years her senior and quiet, except when kids were around. She considered him a kid himself now and then and hoped the parents didn’t mind his humorous style of teaching. Secretly, she wished he would joke with her. She wanted him to tease her, but not be mean.
His silver glasses fit close to his face and were tinted with a rainbow mirrored sheen. For fun he would hold his breath and go underwater with his students, turn around quickly while underwater and place his glasses on the back of his head. When they all popped up he would scream and they would all laugh.
His glasses were also good for hiding his gazes from her. He would catch her watching him; shaking her head in disbelief. She would help a student to kick and stretch out and she would look up and look at him straight in the eye. He saw her, and would return the gaze for passing moments and then kick off the bottom of the pool to keep up with his young tadpoles.
She stretched her arms out to show her students how to push and pull the water around to propel them through the water.
In her heart she was simple in the way you look at the sky and just know it will rain. The mechanics behind the storm are complex, unpredictable and amazing all in one. He saw this, he noted it and kept it close to him as you would something you wished to keep from others, and keep for yourself.
The frequently, worked later than most of the group to close the pool. Most of the time they would hang around after closing in groups of 3 to 5 chatting, straightening, cleaning and now and then sipping a slow beer fizz until someone broke up the party to go home. The bottles or cans would be taken out before the pool opened in the morning. Rarely, and as it was, never, were the two of them alone at closing. Policy dictated a single person could not close the pool even if it was logistically possible, practically it was not safe.
The head lifeguard at the end of the night would ask for volunteers to close the pool and if no one stepped forward, military volunteers were assigned to close for the night. Most of the time there were plenty of raised hands. But this particular night the stars aligned and the fates seemed to be in favor of these two.
As it happened, everyone except these two had somewhere to be. So they set about closing the pool 10 minutes early so that they could leave at a reasonable time. Wednesday nights were never busy and this particular one offered the difference of having the help of an overcast sky scatter sunbathers earlier than usual.
They went about stacking chairs, taking out trash and straining miscellaneous leaves from the pool. As the clouds gathered a stack of chairs blew into the pool in some kind of lifeless stagger and screech.
Both knew the chairs were too heavy for both of them to lift alone and the growing darkness meant they would have to hurry before either the storm moved in or the chairs became too heavy to lift or drifted to the deeper end of the pool.
They both jumped in from opposite ends and rushed to the center of the 6-foot mark. They reached the chairs at the same time and decided he would go under and lift the chairs off the bottom. She would maneuver them to the side with his help and both would lift them out of the water one at a time. He took a gasp of air and brushed the water to go down. His hand sent the water between her legs and he brushed against her by accident.
She felt the tips of his fingers across the back of her thigh and couldn’t tell if the shiver was from the cold air or his touch.
Slowly, they lifted the chairs above their heads and onto the side of the pool. Occasionally, they would reach up at the same time and their eyes would meet in close quarter proximity. They felt the warmth of each other and worked to avoid the eye contact that had been so common between them during the day.
The awkwardness of those moments showed the irony of their relationship, attracted, but shy, aware, but silent.
The last of the chairs was hoisted above their heads and onto the side. The slow drizzle had grown into a full down pour. They rushed to the side pool with the stairs. She grasped the handle and went to lift herself up and slipped. His hand caught her well formed behind in time to catch her fall. His hands grasped her hips and he gently lifted her back up.
A deeper shiver raced from her neck to her spine as she regained her footing and exited the pool. No sooner had she exited the dark waters than he quickly emerged from the pool. In the dim light from the office window she could she a slight erection in his wet swimsuit and had wondered how HIS hands had caused her own body to shiver and aroused a similar desire in him.
The rain was pouring now and the lightning was beginning to flash in ¾ time. They ran back to the office to wait out the storm.
The air in the office from the window unit was cool and muggy all at the same time. The windows were quickly fogging from the difference in humidity and created a perfect screen from the outside.
“Thanks for the lift. I must have lost my footing a hundred times on that step and I was hoping it wouldn’t happen at that moment.”
“No big deal, your ass feels nice though,” he said with a half grin, almost to say, “Yeah! I’m 14 again and I touched a girl’s ass!”
“You are so bad,” she replied.
“I’m just kidding, I didn’t want you to hit your chin and that just happened to be my first reaction.”
The blue in her eyes and the gold were accentuated in the harsh florescent light. She shivered from the air as the rain continued to pour down on their clothes and towels they had left in the frenzy.
They both looked through the lockers for a possible lost and found towel that would soak the water from their slowly cooling bodies.
“Got one!” she chirped, “And it’s big.”
“That’s what she said last night!”
“Again, you are horrid!”
“I know, but you’re smiling.”
“Just because you are crude doesn’t mean you aren’t funny. I watch you with the kids you know. I like the way you work with them. I can’t be that funny, it just doesn’t work.”
“Yeah, but you get them to do things in that comforting and soothing way.”
By this time the only wet part of her body was under her red lifeguard one piece. He was now shivering a few feet from the fan.
She moved closer and said, “Here get in the towel with me and let me help warm you up.”
At first he was pretty forward, but remembered she was at 98.6 degrees and he wasn’t and it was just a way to help him warm up.
“Thanks,” and with that again they were closer than they had been since pulling the chairs out of the water.
She looked up at him, rubbing his shoulders with her hands moving the blood in his chilly arms and getting the friction from her skin to warm him as much as she could.
Her hands were soft and warm and even though they had been drenched in chlorine all day, he still made out the faint smell of shampoo in her hair.
She smelled good and like flowers he had smelled as a kid in the floral shop his mom had taken him to to buy flowers for someone in the hospital. Sweet and fresh.
At that moment without a flash of light the power had gone out. The window unit went silent and slowly wound down to a halt.
He moved closer and closer to her and she let him. Her head looked down and he took his forefinger and lifted her chin.
Through the silhouette of her young face was accentuated by the glow of the flashing traffic lights.
Their lips touched and they both kissed with intent and purpose.
He held her in his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him without regard to consequence or conscience.
She raised her chin higher and he devoured her neck in a way that made her knees weak. His lips found the soft nest of her neck and left his warm affection until she had to grasp him tighter to not fall.
The yellow flash of the traffic light lit their passion only enough for each of them to catch the other with rhythmical glimpses.
He reached to her shoulder and removed the straps holding her swimsuit up. At first she resisted but only slightly. He moved the top of her suit down to her waist and kissed again from her neck to the crevice of her slightly freckled breast.
Hips lips were warm lighting a fire further down her body. She could feel the throbbing between her legs and in her stomach the butterflies raced and bounced like prisoners of a large sinking ship desperately trying to escape a certain fait.
She reached to his hip and placed her thumb inside his shorts. She felt the cold air raise her nipples. His lips brushed and grazed against the delicate skin of her nipple and for the first time she could tell she was wet between her legs but not from the pool.
Her head tilted back and exhaled with more of a sigh than a moan. His lips and hands moved over her breasts in ways that sometimes she couldn’t tell which were more powerfully arousing to her.
By now she was gripping his waistband in a clenched fist as her right foot curled up and stroked the back of his leg.
He felt the smooth skin of the top of her foot as it went from his ankle to the back of his knee. Surely, by know she could feel how hard he had become with slowly massaging and licking each breast until she no longer knew she was sighing and moaning.
He removed the rest of her swimsuit from her slowly passing the bare skin of her pussy. The air moved around the bare lower half of her body and she felt the cold moving air between her legs and felt her skin rise with excitement and sensation.
He stood back up and pulled her close while he kissed her. She felt the stiffness of his cock next to her lower abdomen and wished he would advance and slide inside. She didn’t care how he did it or where she was sitting or standing, she just wanted him inside, his hands gripping her.
He felt her hands move his trunks lower around his waist and felt the cold himself as well as the pulsing of his heart extended to his stiffening and growing cock. The shorts dropped to the floor to keep company her one piece and for the first time their naked bodies touched and warmed as kisses were exchanged in the empty wonder of the night.
She put her arms behind her and lifted herself onto the lower surface of a counter. High enough for him to kneel and get between her legs which she had eagerly spread for him.
She had not expected, tempted or dreamed this would happen, but she was letting it. She trusted his hands and his quiet nature outside of the pool.
His tongue licked from just below her pussy to the side and up around the clit. He sucked her outer lips and she felt the shivers roll up her spine and was no longer aware of any sound she was making.
He tasted the sweetness and smelled the clean smell of chlorine on her skin. The two mixed in his mind and his hands cupped the soft part of her ass as he licked and sucked more and more.
She stood and turned and reached between her legs to guide him in. What she felt were his balls in her hands and felt the ridge of his cock enter her unguided and without her own escort.
She felt him slide in and leaned hard against the counter feeling his cock slowly at first brush the very parts she had kept private from all but the most trusted.
He felts how warm and wet she was and her pussy gripped his cock as he slid further in then out. His hands hand moved slowly from her hair to her hips and were gently rocking her back and forth like a slow sweet lullaby or passion.
She let out a audible “uuuunnnnn,” and he quickened the pace to please his own desire. She felt him breathing harder and harder as he buried his head in the back of her neck. She reached back with one hand and caressed his short hair and let out a small, “ohhh,” to ease her tension and expand on the pleasure they provided each other.
He moved faster and she felt the first orgasm wash over her and audibly moaned. This quickened his pace and his tone as he screamed, “Yeaaaaaah!” and with that they both came letting out a loud low sigh as the tension of their bodies released.
She rested on the counter and he leaned over her. He kissed her temple and hugged her. She reached back and felt a small drop of sweat leave his forehead and land on her cheek.
By now the rain was ending. Only a few kisses lingered and words were left unspoken. She held him tightly against her and a tear fell from her eye to his chest.
They laughed and finished re-dressing. She looked up and kissed him and he kissed her with one hand resting on the small of her back.
The door opened and she turned to close it. Backlight by the yellow light she turned and headed for her car and an easy night’s sleep.
