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"Par-don the Hard-on" ~oafish
part 1
I can only suppose that she started it all because of youthful boredom.
She didn't 'belong' here; or at least I'd never seen her in the big pool
before. Of course I'd noticed her, with all the other kids, splashing
and goofing in the warm-water, shallow, kiddy-pool in the window alcove.
My poor eyesight, and the fact that I didn't wear my glasses when
swimming, combined to keep my half-hearted perusal of their antics from
being a distraction to my regimien. Although, over the past few weeks
the curious oddity of the skinny redhead had grabbed my attention a time
or two. _'Was that just a deep tan? Was the little thing some Hispanic
mix? ...Surely that dusty-brown couldn't be a lanky, little, 'halfbeed',
black girl... could it?'_ I really couldn't see well enough to tell at
this distance; and it didn't matter anyway, 'cause I was here three
times a week for my self-imposed physical therapy.
A few months back I'd had an 'on-the-job' accident in the shop. I had
lost my footing on some oil or something while fifteen feet above the
cement floor, and when my foot slid out from under me, I had just
pitched backwards from the scaffolding. I was lucky! My left
ankle had caught in the framework and saved me from slamming headfirst
onto the concrete! I'd gone over sorta sidways, causing my knee to bend
at an unnatural angle as it supported my falling body. Bottom line;
I'd ended up having surgery to repair all the ligiment and lining damage
to my knee, ...*but my skull was intact!*
A month or so into my healing I'd signed up at the local "Y" and hobbled
in with my cane to begin self-styled 'swim-therapy' to regain
flexibility and strength. Suprisingly, my childhood love of swimming had
instantly returned so that I was truely enjoying the experience. I'd
slowly increased the duration, intensity, and frequency of my visits
over the next few weeks. I was now doing a minimum of fifty laps per
session, alternating strokes every few laps into 'sets' of freestyle
overhand/ backstroke/ breaststroke/ sidestroke/ flutter, frog and
dolphin kicks. No breaks durring the five lap sets, half-a-minute, or
less, between sets... and not only was my knee rapidly improving, I was
getting into overall great shape! Recently, while sitting in the
tiny sauna after one of my swim workouts, I'd discovered that this 49
year old body still had 'abs'!
That was the day that I got my first look at the little redhead. She'd
just popped into the sauna with another girl and wetly squelched onto
the bench by the door. Hands flying to cover their mouths as they
giggled and whispered, little legs bouncing and swinging, glancing
repeatedly in my direction, they'd only stayed a couple of minutes
before exclaiming, "How can you stand it?! It's too HOTin here!"... and
fled.
I'd hardly had a chance to look at her. Her facial features with her
high cheekbones, somewhat flat and definately wide-nostrilled nose, and
large, full lipped mouth attested to African genes all right... But the
only slightly wavey, deep rich red of her hair and the oddly exotic tilt
of her eyes seemed inconguous with that assessment. The barest
impression of a loosely fitting, wetly sagging, two piece, olive green
suit that left the memory of a couple bumps on her flat chest, the thin
'ridge-like' folds of abdomen with it's almost 'outie' of a navel... and
as she scamped out, the flash of a taunt, brown, butt-cheek squeezing
out of the left side of her suit-bottom.
"What was that all about?" I'd asked aloud, to no one in particular.
"Girls! ... and I think they like you!" came the chortling reply from
Jim, the only other occupant of the sauna.
"You've got to be kidding... I don't even know them!" I laughed.
"Heed the word of an old man," the sixty-something, pool-acquaintence of
mine said. "You will! The skinny one in green has a 'crush' on you; she
just brought the other one along for company."
"Naw! ...your dirty old mind is fuelled by your fantasies, Jim. You're
speculating on the absurd! ...'reading-into-things' with your
imagination!"
"Mark my words! I've seen her watching you as you swim. She's got your
schedule down, Paul. She's here every day you are... waiting and
watching for you. Kids are different these days; just be cool and
let her get comfortable... you'll see."
"Jim! ...you're not suggesting?!..."
"...and why not?" He replied, "It's not like when you or I grew up. Kids
are a lot more knowledgable and aware now. They know what it's all about
these days... and she's looking to explore. If not you, she'll find it
somewhere else. I don't wear glasses, I've seen the way she's been
looking at you, and she's in the middle of becoming one horny, little
fox!"
"You're out of your bloody mind, Jim," I casually responded, getting up
to leave. "I'll see you Tuesday."
I have to admit though, the very idea was happily causing a certain
thickening within my trunks!
"Tuesday then. I'll be here, Paul... and so will she... *guaranteed!*,"
he knowingly chuckled.
And she was! No sooner had I jumped into the big pool, than I noticed
that she'd given up on the pretense of playing in the kiddie-pool. I
began my slow, warm-up laps with a green suited audience dangling her
feet in the water at the end of my lane. She didn't move as I did my
'turn-around', and for the briefest moment I found myself gazing at the
warmth of her smooth, brown, inner thighs and a camel-toe of wet, green
fabric!
_'Jim couldn't be right!' I thought. 'And yet... It sure looked like an
'open invitation'!'_
The next lap back found her with her hands planted on the edge of the
pool, leaning forward and grinning, as her paddling feet kicked water at
me. One strap of her top had slid down her arm and the dusty-tan curve
of her shoulder led to waterlogged fabric that was threatening to fall
from the little jiggling bump that held it in place!
Trying to not be obvious about my automatic gawking, I did another
turn-around and headed for the far end. Still warming up, I was doing a
slow frog-kick, breast-stroke... and I heard a splash behind me. I
glanced back and saw thin little arms beating at the water as the girl
came churning up behind me. Locked into the co-ordination of my
alternating kick-&-stroke, I was astounded when the little redhead just
flailed up between my legs! Her overhand stroke brought her hand down
squarely on my ass! Her fingers just curled under the waistband of
my trunks and giggling, she pulled herself forward onto my back!
My legs tangled with hers as I went under.
Without a thought, I'd instantly twisted around underwater and brought
my hands to her sides, dragging the squirming minx under with me! Her
legs were smoothly stroking along mine and her pelvis collided against
meat in my trunks... This little thing was getting me excited!
My thumbs were just under those little bumps. Underwater, I could see
that she was looking at me and grinning as a torrent of silvery bubbles
burst fom the widespread flanges of her nostrils to caress the floating
derangement of her orange/auburn tresses. Our legs slickley danced a
smooth-stroked tango against each other's as we kicked for the surface.
I held her at arm's length, with her fingers on my biceps... yet those
slippery legs just wrapped around my waist. Her heels dug into my buns
as she pulled herself to me, and she giggled, "Bumpity-bump!", with a
mischievious sparkle in her eye. That green camel-toed crotch firmly
settled against the tented tip that was rising in my trunks!
"Well... 'par-don my hard-on'..." I blurted. "But you know that it's all
your fault!," while letting my thumbtips graze over the swollen firmness
of her cloth covered buds.
Her eyes closed as she inflated her boney chest, inviting another little
feel. Thumbtips circling, I was contemplating going under the loose
edges of her top for actual skin contact. Her pelvis rocked on the tip
of my tented cock!
"Hey you! ...Greenie!... Out! This pool is for 'Swimmers'! 'Lap-Swim' is
serious, and doesn't need to be disturbed by kid's shenanigans!
Water-play is for the other pool!"
The officious booming of the pimply-faced, first-taste-of-authority,
teenaged, 'life-guard' broke our salacious reverie!
"No problem, son... she was just asking me if I'd help her develope a
few new strokes. She's not bothering me at all," I lied.
"Well... o k, I guess... as long as the pool isn't crowded," he replied
after ponderousley considering. "But, she's got to get a bathing cap!
It's part of the regulations to keep the filters from getting clogged."
Boosting the girl out of the pool, my hand got it's first touch of her
flesh! The orbs of her ass jumped and clenched, as my hand slid up
between her thighs from behind... and lifted. The wet warmth of her
crotch nestled against my fingertips, I watched her butt quiver as she
pushed up with her hands, pulling her thighs over the edge. Standing,
she turned to face me, and as the pimply-faced kid perused his 'official
clipboard' and walked away, she squatted and whispered that she didn't
have a cap with her but she'd bring one next time... cause she'd admired
my swimming... and wanted to learn 'how to do all that that...*too!*'
My attention was split. One eye along her thighs to watch the water drip
from the tightly stretched cloth that imprisoned her vulva; one eye
watching the momentary appearance of a deeply pink, walnut sized puff of
a pre-teen bud; ...and I swear!... while another eye was watching the
fullness of her whispering lips, my gaze was trapped in the dark pools
of her eyes!
"Your name, honey...?" I managed to croak out. "I'm Paul... and I don't
think 'Greenie' is a good name to be calling a... a... a sweet little...
ahh... student, like you."
As her eyes flickered down to the surface of the water, she licked those
full lips and said, "I'm Pamela, Mr. Paul...an' I'm gonna try real
hard....(giggle)..." as she turned and fled!
The receding view of long, wet limbs, the bunching of that pumping
little butt, the straggly mass of sopping red hair along the sinuous
curve of her spine, even the pale-pink of her flashing little soles held
me transfixed... Until the spell as broken by...
"No Running There, Greenie!" ...and I almost choked, laughing with a
mouthful of drool!
Up and back... one end to the other... I steadily increased the speed of
my laps under little Pamela's watchful eye. She'd come back and was
again sitting on the edge of the pool, sometime actually cheering me on!
It seemed that she especially liked watching my back stroke. (Later, I
learned that when I was going at top speed, the sight of 'my package'
rising above the water and wobbling back and forth with my kicking, was
her salacious little focus!)
Most often I'd just take a quick glimpse of that sweet, barely covered
body as I did my lap turn around. A couple of times my accompanying
comment of 'N-i-c-e!... Very n-i-c-e!' evoked a big grin, or a
self-conscious giggle. At the end of one of the laps I found her
squatting at the edge as she watched. Her arms were wrapped around her
shins with her chin between her knees as she gazed down at my approach.
The full, green clad, double-bulge of her pussy was framed by the
warm-brown, bare expanse of her ass resting against her heels! Oh, my!
I just held the sight, fixed in my gaze, as I swam my mouth onto a
foot's-worth of precious, dangling toes! I sucked and slurped around
with my tongue as they wiggled with Pamela's snorting little squeal of
suprise!
..and I was gone again...
Coming back, she'd dropped one knee to the tile while still hugging the
other. As I drew closer, the downed knee moved slightly to the side and
her arms slid higher on the one shin.
Inches away, I was staring at the most succulent, bald, little, naked
pussy I'd even seen! Swollen with all our teasing and anticipation, the
light brown, dusty rose flush of her labia slowly widened as her moving
knee stretched the lips apart! Fushia-pink edged with an almost
blue-ish purple, Pam's inner lips gleamed at me! The tiny shadow of her
miniscule love-tunnel was slightly gapped at one end of her split! My
index finger surreptitiously stroked the seemingly huge, brightly red
swelling of the pre-teen's hood at the other end! Her inner thigh
trembled as a soft 'mewling' escaped her nose and a diminutive pearl
shyly peeked from within the engorged folds!
Feet still separated, Pam raised her knee and brought them together as I
saw the pearl go back into hiding. I could hear her open-mouthed
breathing above me as I wormed a finger under the edge of her suit, and
gently stretched the fabric over the practically throbbing heat of her
desire.
"Slowly, Sweetheart... We've got to be careful with this... 'People'
wouldn't approve of our having this kinda fun. Why don't you go play
with the kids awhile...," ...and I was tormented by the dejected look in
her eyes, "...while I finish my swim. And I'll meet you in the sauna in
fifteen mnutes or so." ....and her lovely face burst into a happiness
radiating grin!
Pointedly, she looked back with her eyes seeming to part the water as I
was adjusting my trunks, "And, Mr. Paul... I *will see you* there!"