Lifeguard at the Pool: Lone Swimmer After Hours Drives Me Wild

I'd been working as a lifeguard at the municipal pool for two years already. Every day I watched dozens of bodies swirling in the water – tanned thighs, wet hair clinging to backs, taut stomachs rising above the surface. But I never allowed myself more than discreet glances. I was a professional, a twenty-five-year-old guy with an athletic build, a shark tattoo on my arm, and red lifeguard shorts that accentuated my muscular legs. I was really proud of this job, though in the evenings, after closing, I fantasized about what could happen.

That evening the pool was almost empty. The clock showed eight, and I was sitting on the high chair, watching the last guests. In the water was her – a tall brunette with a slender figure, long legs, and full breasts that rippled under a black one-piece swimsuit. She was at least twenty-two, maybe more; her movements were confident, professional, like she'd been training for years. She swam freestyle, slicing through the water with the grace of a siren. For the first time, I felt a tingle in my crotch when she climbed out after a hundred meters and looked straight at me. Her green eyes sparkled, her lips wet from the water.

– How much longer is it open? – she called, leaning on the edge.

– Another half hour, but you can keep swimming – I shouted back, trying to sound casual.

She smiled mischievously and dove back in. The other guests were leaving, shuffling in their flip-flops on the wet tiles. I climbed down from the chair to check the back area, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. I was really surprised by how her hips swayed in the water, how the swimsuit material clung to her intimate curves. Soon the pool was completely empty. She was the only one left, swimming slower and slower, as if deliberately prolonging the time.

I approached closer, pretending it was a routine check.

– Closing in ten minutes. Everything okay?

She climbed out of the water slowly, water streaming down her body in rivulets. She was taller than I thought – five foot nine, with wet hair falling over her shoulders. Her skin glistened, nipples hardened under the thin material from the chill.

– Everything's great. I'm Ola. And you?

– Kuba. Lifeguard Kuba – I laughed nervously.

– Nice to meet you, lifeguard. I like swimming when there's no crowd. I feel... free then.

Her voice was low, sensual. She stood so close I could smell the chlorine mixed with her perfume. Tension hung in the air, thick as fog over the pool. I offered her a towel, but she refused, wiping her cleavage with her hand. For the first time at work, I really felt like I was losing control. The clock was ticking, but she wasn't rushing to the locker room. Instead, she sat on the edge, dangling her legs in the water.

– Tell me about yourself, Kuba. What do you do after hours?

– Mostly sleep. And you? Training for competitions?

– No, I just like the feel of water on my skin. It's so... intimate.

We talked like that for a quarter of an hour, and I couldn't take my eyes off her body. She was single, worked in an office, but the pool was her escape. I was really fascinated by her confidence. Finally, I had to close the gate, but she asked for a few more minutes. I agreed, feeling my heart beating faster. It was the beginning of something that changed my night.

I locked the main gate but didn't turn off the lights. Ola was still sitting on the pool edge, her legs splashing lazily in the water. I was really excited – my heart was pounding like a hammer, and my shorts were getting tight. We were alone, just the echo of our voices bouncing off the tiles. I approached closer, sitting next to her.

– You know I shouldn't leave you here after hours? – I said jokingly.

– And yet you're doing it. Because you like me? – she winked, running her hand over her thigh.

I was silent for a moment, staring at her full lips. She was bold, confident, not like those shy girls at the gym. She told me about her life – divorce six months ago, longing for closeness. I admitted that loneliness in this job is tough.

– Show me how you rescue drowning people – she joked suddenly, pretending to drown.

I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her to me. Our bodies touched – her wet breasts rubbed against my chest. For the first time, I felt her warmth through the material. She laughed but didn't push away.

– Do you practice mouth-to-mouth?

– This isn't a joke – I murmured, but I was already kissing her neck.

Her skin tasted of chlorine and salt. Ola sighed, wrapping her legs around me. We slid into the water – warm, enveloping like a blanket. My hands roamed her back, unzipping her swimsuit. The material slid down, revealing perfect breasts with pink nipples. I sucked them greedily, and she moaned softly.

– Kuba... yes, harder...

She swam naked around me, her hand went to my shorts. She pulled out my hard cock, stroking it under the water. I was huge, throbbing. For the first time in my life, I was fucking in a pool – it was like a dream. I slid my fingers into her pussy, wet not just from the water. She was tight, moist, ready.

– Enter me – she whispered, wrapping around me in the water.

I lifted her, pressing her against the pool wall. I slid in slowly, feeling her walls grip me tight. We fucked rhythmically, water sloshing around us. Her nails dug into my back, lips bit my ear.

– You're so big... fuck me faster!

I sped up, pounding her hard. Orgasm came like a wave – she cried out, trembling in my arms. I came right after, filling her with hot cum. We surfaced, panting. But it wasn't over – Ola wanted more.

We climbed out of the water, dripping. Ola naked, with loose hair, looked like a goddess. I led her to the lifeguards' locker room – a small space with benches, lockers, and showers. I was really stunned by her appetite; I didn't expect this elegant swimmer to turn out to be such a slut. I locked the door.

– Now no rush – I murmured, laying her on the bench.

She spread her legs wide, exposing her shaved pussy, still sweaty from our pool session. I knelt, licking her slowly – she tasted salty, arousal dripping down her thighs. Her hips bucked, hands in my hair.

– With your tongue... yes, suck my clit!

I sucked hard, sliding two fingers in. Ola writhed, moaning loudly. Then she stood, pushed me onto the bench, and knelt. Her mouth enveloped my cock – deep, no resistance. Deep throat – I'd never had better. She sucked, licking my balls, looking into my eyes with a lewd smile.

– You taste divine, lifeguard.

I stood, putting her on all fours. I thrust in from behind, pounding her ass hard. I spanked her cheeks with my hand – red marks on pale skin. She was loud, begging for more.

– Harder, Kuba! Fuck me like a bitch!

We changed positions – standing under the shower, water cascading over us; on the floor, her on top, riding me like a cowgirl. Her breasts bounced, pussy clenched rhythmically. We came together a second time – me in her mouth, her shuddering from orgasm.

– That was the best night – she whispered, cuddling up to me.

We dressed slowly, exchanging numbers. I walked her out the side exit, feeling satisfied. For the first time at work, I fulfilled my fantasies, and I knew it wouldn't be our last adventure. Ola became my muse – she came back every week, and the pool became our private paradise.