She

By: Suzy Suburbanite

She walked towards me on the deck of the community indoor pool. I just finished my first set of 20 laps and I was headed to the Jacuzzi to cool-down before starting my second set. She wore the bathing suit of a lifeguard.

She wasn't pretty. Not even plain. She had a face that had seen too much chlorine and too much acne; harsh, wrinkled and marked. She walked around the Jacuzzi once, displaying her body to me. She was proud of her big boobs, and tight bottom. But like her face, her body was blemished and damaged from her exposure to the pool and the sun.

She made me uncomfortable, so I decided to start my second set of laps. She stopped me as I stepped from the swirling water.

"I'm Beth," she said in a blunt, no-nonsense manner, "I want to fuck you...now...right now...c'mon."

She grabbed my hand and led me towards the women's changing room.

"I'm not gay," I protested.

"So," she said flatly.

She put me under the communal shower and commanded that I strip. I did what she asked, dropping the shoulder straps of my workout swimsuit, shedding the damp garment as anonymous women passed by.

She pressed my back against the warm tile and knelt before me.

"Show it to me," she demanded.

"What?"

"Your cunt...Spread your lips and show it to me," she commanded again.

I did. I opened my pussy to her gaze. She placed her hands on my thighs and rubbed up and down, still kneeling before me. More women and girls walked by. Some fascinated by what was happening and some turning their heads with visible disgust. I felt ashamed. Why didn't I stop her?

"You'll need to get off fast or we'll get caught," she said as she plunged her face into my crotch.

She licked me and sucked me and teased me.

"Hurry-up and cum," she said frantically before gently sucking my clitoris into her mouth.

I grabbed her wet hair and did it, I came. It was wet and wild and exciting; my pussy flooding her face as I pulled her against me.

"Oh yes!" I cried as she ate me through two glorious climaxes, "hell yes...fuck yes...eat me."

She stood, "You're not gay...right?"

"No."

"Cool," she wiped her face with the back of her hand, "I slipped my number in your locker."

"Huh?"

"You're here Tuesdays and Thursdays, right?" obviously, she already knew the answer.

"Yes."

"Ok, then I'll see you next Tuesday."

"Ok," I stammered, "do you want to know my name?"

"Not really?" she said with a smile, as she went back to work.

--End of She--