This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.
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I’d been fortunate to land a swimming scholarship at a well-regarded university just north of Chicago. The summer between my sophomore and junior years, an alum had gotten me a maintenance job at a North Shore country club. My dad was a general contractor in Columbus. I’d worked for him for several previous summers, so I actually had some handyman qualifications. The club had a 25-meter pool I was allowed to workout in before the club opened each morning. The job provided some pocket money, which scholarships don’t.
The club opened to members and their guests at 8:30 each morning. I had keys and was typically in the pool by 5:30. I could do a decent workout, shower, and start work by 8:00.
It was about 7:30 a.m. on my second Tuesday on the job. I had just finished showering. Since the club wasn’t open yet, I wasn’t concerned about walking nude between the shower and the unassigned locker I borrowed each morning. I toweled off and stepped out of the shower area with my towel in my hand. My mind was elsewhere as I turned towards the lockers. I bumped into someone.
Taking a step back, I realized that the person I’d bumped into was Brittany, one of the lifeguards. Brittany was in her lifeguard one-piece. The suit was conservatively cut but fit like a second skin. That didn’t really work to Brittany’s advantage because she had a figure. However, her cute face, long blonde hair, and long legs drew attention and Brittany apparently thought she was gorgeous. I’d had to deal with her a couple of times already. To me, she came off as spoiled and bitchy.
“Uh, Brittany,” I said, “what are you doing in the men’s locker room?”
“Looking for the first aid kit,” she snapped. “Why don’t you cover up?”
“This is a men’s locker room,” I answered, “and I just had a shower. If it bothers you so much, why are you staring at my dick?”
That brought a laugh from the girl standing behind Brittany. I’d been so surprised by running into Brittany that I hadn’t registered that someone was with her. The other girl was also wearing a lifeguard one-piece but to considerably better effect than Brittany. The second girl had a much fuller chest which the suit outlined in detail. She had flat abs, shapely hips, and strong-looking legs. What really caught my attention, however, was her intelligent-looking, slightly freckled face, with sparkling green eyes, framed by shoulder-length copper-colored hair.
The second girl realized I was appraising her. She gave a slight smile and gave me another look from head to toes. “Hello,” I said, “I’m Mark Powers.”
In a somewhat low voice that I found quite sexy, the second girl said, “I’m Rachel MacDonald. Pleased to see, er, meet you.”
“Mark, what the fuck are you doing here this early?” Brittany asked petulantly.
“You know I work out before the club opens in the morning,” I replied.
To Rachel, Brittany sarcastically said, “I forgot, Mark’s a big-time college swimmer.”
“Really,” Rachel said. “Where?”
I told her where I went to school. “Brittany,” I added, “shouldn’t you find that first aid kit?”
“Come on Rach,” Brittany said, “maybe it’s in the office.”
Brittany led Rachel away. As they left, Rachel turned back and gave me another small smile. As I heard the locker room door shut, it dawned on me that I had enjoyed standing there buck naked talking to two women in swimsuits, one of whom was extremely attractive.
Getting caught nude by Brittany and Rachel seemed hotter as I thought about it while I did my morning tasks. I was disappointed realizing that it probably wouldn’t happen again.
I bagged a lunch each day which I stored in a refrigerator in the maintenance room behind the room holding the pumps and filters for the pool. I had just sat down one the concrete step into the maintenance room to eat when Rachel walked up. She’d covered the tight swimsuit with shorts and a polo shirt. Even more conservatively dressed, she was a beautiful girl.
“Got a minute?” Rachel asked.
“Sure,” I replied. “You’re welcome to sit down if you don’t mind the furniture,” I said, gesturing to the step I was sitting on.
Rachel sat down, keeping a few inches of separation. “I wanted to apologize,” she started. “Brittany knew you were in the locker room this morning. She walked in on you on purpose. I shouldn’t have gone with her. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
I turned my head and looked Rachel in the eyes. She seemed sincerely sorry. I also got a better look at her face. I suppose Rachel’s face wasn’t “model beautiful,” but it was damn good. She had a wide mouth, prominent cheekbones, and those eyes which seemed both intelligent and curious. I wasn’t angry about what had happened that morning, but Rachel MacDonald would be a difficult person to be angry at anyway.
“No big deal,” I said.
Rachel laughed. It was a low, sexy laugh. “You didn’t seem to mind standing there naked while Brittany checked you out.”
“I had every right to be naked there,” I replied. “It was pretty hot, to be honest. However, I don’t think Brittany was the only one ‘checking me out.'”
Rachel laughed again. “Maybe not,” she said. “What events do you swim?”
“I’ve swum just about everything,” I said. “My strengths, if I have any, are probably 100 and 200 fly and back. You look like you might be an athlete too.”
“Very perceptive,” Rachel replied. “I’m a diver in Champaign.” That was a reference to the flagship state university, a big sports school, downstate. Rachel’s school was in the same conference as mine, but I wasn’t surprised that I hadn’t seen her before. The men’s and women’s swimming and diving teams generally had separate schedules.
“What year?” I asked.
“Going into sophomore,” Rachel answered. She looked a little older. I’d have guessed she was a junior or senior. “What year are you?”
“Going into junior year,” I replied. “Where are you from?”
“Uh, that’s complicated,” Rachel answered. “Dad is in the Navy. I was born in Pensacola, Florida. We’ve lived in Norfolk, Virginia; Bahrain; some other places. Dad’s teaching at Annapolis now so that’s what I list as my ‘hometown.'”
I glanced at my cheap watch. “I’d better get back to work,” I said as I stood up.
Rachel stood up too. “So should I,” she said. “You’re really not angry about this morning?”
“No,” I replied. “I enjoyed it.”
Rachel smiled. “So did I,” she said.
To my delight, lunch with Rachel became an every-day event. Along with being beautiful, she was a great person to talk to. She was intelligent, articulate, and reasonably well-informed on a wide range of subjects. She also used that sexy, low laugh frequently. Among our shared characteristics was a distaste for Brittany, with whom Rachel unfortunately had to work.
We were eating a week after Rachel and Brittany had caught me nude in the locker room when Rachel said, “I’ve figured out how you can get back at Brittany.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes,” Rachel replied. “Brittany is a tease. She’ll be mortified if you see her naked. I think I know how we can make that happen.”
There were some minor repairs that needed to be done in the women’s shower. Rachel’s thought that, next Monday, she would go to the office and tell them that some of the members had complained about those items over the weekend. Since the repairs weren’t major enough to call a contractor, I’d be assigned to make them, probably before I left that day. Monday was a slow day at the club so, Rachel argued, it wouldn’t be unusual for me to start just after the pool closed without allowing time for the locker room to clear out. She thought she could stall Brittany, so I’d catch her in the shower when I came to make the repairs.
Sure enough, I was called into the office the next Monday and told to make the repairs. “Do it today,” the General Manager said, “some members apparently complained. But Mark, make sure the shower room is empty.”
At 6:30 that evening, I was basically hiding outside the pool. I watched Rachel and Brittany clean up the pool area. Watching Rachel bending over and moving around in her form-fitting swimsuit was, well, nice. The more I saw Rachel the more beautiful I thought she was.
I saw Brittany and Rachel head into the locker room. That was my cue to move. I went to the locker room door and gently pushed it open. Rachel was waiting inside with a finger on her lips reminding me to be quiet. We heard Brittany call out, “Rach, I borrowed your shampoo.”
A moment later, we heard water running. Rachel put a hand on my back and gently shoved me. “Go in when you hear the water stop,” she whispered. I walked to the shower entrance, staying just to one side of the opening. Brittany took a long shower. When the water stopped, I counted to ten and stepped into the shower area.
Brittany was standing, nude, with a foot up on a bench drying her leg. I acted surprised to see her and said, “oh shit! Sorry!” I didn’t back up though.
Brittany unwisely turned to face me. I got the full frontal and confirmed that Brittany wasn’t any more attractive nude than she was in a swimsuit.
Brittany screamed, “what the fuck are you doing in here?”
“They told me a member complained about the broken hinge on that stall door,” I replied. “I’m supposed to fix it today before I leave.”
“Well, wait until I’m out of here you fucking pervert,” Brittany yelled.
Having accomplished what we set out to do, I backed out of the shower area. “I said I’m sorry,” I protested as I left.
I moved to a spot where I wouldn’t see Brittany leave the shower area. I heard her though. “If you’re still in here Mark,” Brittany shouted, “I want you to know I’m reporting you to management.”
I hid while Brittany dressed and stormed out of the locker room. Then, I went back to the showers. I really did need to fix the hinge.
As I got to the shower entrance, Rachel was standing there. She had a large towel wrapped around herself. Rachel looked at me, smiled, and said, “this only seems fair.” She dropped her towel.
I’d already decided Rachel MacDonald was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met in person. I wasn’t prepared for how much more beautiful she looked naked. Without even thinking, I blurted, “Jesus Rachel, you’re a goddess!”
Rachel’s smile widened. “Thank you,” she said, “but you haven’t seen the whole person.” She turned around. What I saw was an upper back that was more muscular than I thought typical for a girl above a perfectly sized and perfectly shaped firm ass. Rachel let me stare at her ass for a moment before she turned back around. She stood with her arms at her sides, making no effort to cover herself. “Do you want to retract your ‘goddess’ comment?”
“Can I say it more emphatically?” I replied. “You are exquisite!”
“Thanks again,” Rachel said. “You were right,” she added, “it is fun having someone look at you while you’re naked. Now, I need a shower and you’ve got to fix that hinge.”
Rachel seemed to be expecting me to say something else, so I took a huge chance. “You free for dinner?” I asked. “I know a good pizza place in Morton Grove.”
Rachel smiled again. “We’ve seen each other naked,” she said, “so I guess dinner would be ok.” Saying your heart leaped is a cliché, but mine did when Rachel accepted my invitation. “Don’t you need to clean up?” Rachel asked. “The showers here work fine and I’d be glad of the company.”
I stripped down on the spot. Rachel looked at my nude body for a second time. “Yes, it is as good as I remembered,” she said.
Rachel and I showered next to each other. I wanted to touch her, but I felt like I was in a dream and if I made one wrong move, I’d wake up and none of it would have been real. After we dried off, I had to wrap a towel around myself to go back to the maintenance room to get into my clean clothes and put my work clothes away. That amused Rachel.
I followed Rachel as she took her car to her apartment and parked it. I drove us to the pizzeria where we shared a deep dish. I had turned 21 a few weeks earlier, and Rachel looked a bit older than she was, so we were able to each have a beer with dinner.
I was a little disappointed that Rachel didn’t invite me in when I dropped her back at her apartment. In the car, she kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you for being a gentleman in the shower,” she said. “I wanted you to see me naked, but I’m not sure how far I want to go, not yet anyway.” I had concluded that Rachel was a keeper. I wasn’t going to push her any faster than she wanted to go.
I cut an hour off my workout the next morning and fixed the hinge. Brittany did report me to management. I was called into the General Manager’s office. Brittany was there. Brittany had just finished telling her version of the night before when Rachel walked in. “What are you doing here Miss MacDonald?” the GM asked. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“It does,” Rachel replied. “I doubt that Brittany will tell you that she walked in on Mr. Powers when he was naked in the men’s locker room a couple of weeks ago. She did it on purpose. I know because I was with her.”
The General Manager smiled slightly. “Ok,” he said. “It seems to me that everything has evened out. You’re all square. But there will be no more of this, none, or people will be fired. Understood? Now get back to work.”
Brittany walked out past Rachel and hissed “bitch.” I looked back at the General Manager. I was fairly sure he had heard Brittany.
I followed Rachel out of the office and out of the building. Outside, I said, “thank you. Brittany likely would have gotten me fired if you hadn’t done that.”
“We can’t have you fired, can we?” Rachel replied.
“You’re not going to complain about me seeing you naked in the shower?” I teased.
“Only if it doesn’t happen again,” Rachel shot back.
We were eating lunch together later that day when Rachel said, “One thing I’ve never done is skinny dip.”
“We both have keys to the pool,” I said. “I expect this part of the club is pretty quiet after dark.”
Rachel grinned. “But all those people eating and drinking at the clubhouse drive by on their way home,” she said.
“That adds a bit of excitement,” I replied.
“Tonight?” Rachel asked.
“It gets dark around 9:00,” I said.
“I’ll be here at 9:00,” Rachel replied.
I was leaning against the pump room wall, wearing the baggy board shorts I wore for my workouts, at 9:00 that night. It was not completely dark, and I’d forgotten about the lights along the walk outside the far end of the pool that stayed on all night. In other words, although the sun had gone down, you could see reasonably well.
I heard the door from the women’s locker room open. Rachel walked out, nude. She stood straight and, I thought, proud. She also looked fantastic. I stood up. “Seriously overdressed, aren’t you?” Rachel said. I immediately untied my shorts and let then drop to the concrete. Rachel came closer. “That’s better,” she said. She paused. “I probably shouldn’t say this,” she went on, “and I haven’t seen that many, but I think your penis is really attractive. Is that weird?”
“No,” I replied. “I think every bit of you is beautiful.”
“I didn’t mean your penis is the only part of you that is attractive,” Rachel said, “but it does catch my attention. Come on, let’s swim.”
We dove in, as quietly as possible, from the side. We swam a couple of lazy laps and then rested in a corner of the pool. Rachel kissed me on the lips. “This is nice,” she said. She paused. A serious look came on her face. “Mark,” she said, “I really like you. I think, hope, something is happening between us. Can we just take it slow?”
“Rachel,” I said, “you are an extraordinary woman. I don’t want to mess up. You set the pace.”
“You do like me?” she asked.
“I think it would be closer to the truth to say I love you,” I replied.
Rachel giggled. “You haven’t known me that long.”
“You make a strong impression,” I replied.
“I’m glad I made an impression on you,” Rachel said. “You certainly made one on me. Slow doesn’t mean we can’t touch at all.” Rachel put a hand at the base of my throat and ran it slowly down my chest and abdomen. Her hand stopped just above my dick. She took a breath and moved her hand down onto my dick. She rubbed me once along the top length of my shaft, and then wrapped her hand around me. “That feels nice,” she said.
“If you keep holding me like that, it is going to grow and get harder,” I told her.
“I hope so,” Rachel replied. “I do want to see that.” I reached out, took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and began rolling them gently. “That feels nice too,” Rachel said.
Rachel had her hand wrapped around my dick. She started rubbing the underside of my head with her forefinger. That got me hard quickly. “Oh,” Rachel said teasingly, “it does get a lot bigger and harder. Please get out of the pool. I want to see it.” I put my hands on the pool deck and boosted myself out of the water. I turned and stood facing Rachel in the pool, with my dick pointing at the night sky.
Rachel looked up at me for a couple of minutes. Then, she boosted herself out of the pool and stood in front of me, looking down. “I like it from both perspectives,” she said. “Let’s move somewhere we’re not quite so visible.” Rachel put her hand around my dick again and led me into the deeper shadows by the pump room.
We stood facing each other again. Rachel still had her hand on my dick. She started to stroke me. I put my right hand on her mound. She took a slight sidestep to give me access. My hand went between her legs. I ran my finger along her outer lips. “That feels nice,” she said. I began fingering her clit. “That feels nice too,” Rachel said. Her hand was now going up and down the length of my dick. I ran my finger inside her cunt and began rubbing against her pelvic bone. “That. . .feels. . .really. . .nice,” Rachel said between sharp breaths.
Rachel stroked me faster. I kept fingering her, making sure I also gave her clit attention. “Oh. . . my,” Rachel said. She sucked in a deep breath. She was wiggling. “Oh. . .oh. . .my! Oh God!” Her low voice had gone up an octave or so. As much as she was wiggling around, it was hard to keep my finger in her. She was also stroking me hard and fast. “Oh. . .God. . .Mark. . .PLEASE. . .get. . .ME. . .OFF!” Rachel shrieked that last word just as I shot onto her belly. She let go of my dick and fell into me. I put my arms around her, holding her up and holding her tight.
Rachel was panting and I could feel her rapid heartbeat. I had, of course, been laid before but I remember thinking that was the best sexual experience I’d ever had. When Rachel got her breathing under control, she kissed me again. “Thank you,” she said. We held each other for a moment. “We’d better go,” Rachel said. “We’ve both got to be at work early tomorrow.” She paused, smiled, and added, “And I have to go inside and clean up the mess you made on me.”
I was up early the next morning, doing my obligatory laps in the pool. Rachel came out around 6:00 a.m. in her lifeguard suit. I got out of the pool to greet her, water dripping off the board shorts I trained in. Rachel looked at me, laughed, and said, “you really train in those?”
“They create a lot of drag in the water,” I replied. “The idea is that, when I shift to a racing suit with a lot less drag, I’ll go faster.”
Rachel got a naughty look on her face. “You’ve got something else that will create drag,” she said. “I know. I met it last night. Take those off and finish your workout naked. I’ll keep an eye out.” I did as I was told.
It was, probably, close to 7:30 when I finished my workout. As I got out of the pool, Rachel said, “I like watching the water run off your naked body.” I had thought the same thing about her when she got out of the pool the night before.
As I put my shorts back on, Rachel got up on the springboard. She bounced three or four times then launched herself into the air. She did several somersaults and entered the water headfirst, making no splash at all. I applauded as she got out of the pool. “Excellent,” I said.
“That was a simple dive,” Rachel replied. “Very low degree of difficulty. You’d do that to warm up but not in competition.”
“I believe you,” I said, “but it still impressed me.” I thought for a second before asking, “have you ever dived naked?”
That caught Rachel a little off guard. “No, I haven’t,” she said. I could see her thinking. “It would be worth trying,” she said. Just then two cars drove past, headed for early tee times. The club was already too busy.
“Tomorrow?” I asked.
Rachel smiled and said, “we’ll see. I’ve got to start setting up or Brittany will be bitching again.”
I decided to take another chance. “I’m not a bad cook,” I said, “especially if you like pasta. May I fix you dinner at my place Saturday?”
Rachel smiled. “I love pasta,” she said.
The sun was not completely up when I hit the pool every morning. The next morning, Rachel was waiting for me when I came out. “You got me thinking about it,” she said, “so now I have to try it.” She started peeling off her suit. “Keep watch.” Nude, Rachel got up on the springboard. She looked down at me. “Please take those shorts off. If one of us is nude, let’s both be.” I took my shorts off.
Rachel did her first dive. I didn’t know whether it was a difficult dive or not, but she barely made a ripple entering the water. She was smiling broadly as she came out of the pool. “That felt fantastic!” she said. “Let me try one or two more.”
“One or two,” became forty minutes of naked diving. It was eating up my workout time, but Rachel was having so much fun, and looked so great, that I couldn’t stop her. She finally came out of the water and said, “ok, I’m through.” She walked over and kissed me. “I’m sorry I screwed up your workout. Thanks for letting me go. That was great!”
We hugged. Over Rachel’s shoulder I saw what might have been long blonde hair swinging as someone walked towards the pool. It was earlier than Brittany usually came in, but I said, “I think Brittany’s coming.” Rachel and I picked up our suits and dashed naked into the pump room.
It didn’t make sense to lock the pump room door because it never was locked, and Brittany had a key. We left the door unlocked and huddled naked in a corner behind stacked boxes of pool chemicals. Brittany came in the pool room. We knew it was her because we heard her talking to herself. Fortunately, Brittany was not thorough. Once we heard her go out the pool gate, we started laughing, as quietly as we could. I’m surprised Brittany didn’t hear us and come back.
We got out from behind the boxes. As we pulled our suits on, Rachel said, “It might be fun to get caught naked with you, but not by Brittany.” We kissed. Rachel went to prepare the pool. I went to put on my handyman uniform.
Two days later, Friday, Rachel and I were having our usual lunch. “I can’t get together tonight,” Rachel said. “Mom and Dad are going to something out at Pearl Harbor and decided to lay over tonight in Chicago so we can have dinner.”
“Of course, you should have dinner with your parents,” I said. “We’re still on for tomorrow night?”
“Seven o’clock at your place,” Rachel said. She paused before adding, “uh, Mark, I’m not on birth control.”
I worked out at the club on Saturdays and then worked until noon. Time got a bit tight as I had to pick up clams, mussels, and shrimp for my sauce. It had been a long while, so I also had to pick up some rubbers. Then, clean the apartment. I had gotten the herbs chopped, showered, and dressed when my doorbell rang.
I thought I was appropriately dressed in jeans and a polo shirt. When I opened my door, Rachel stood there in a dress. It was nicely tight across her chest, I saw no evidence of a bra, and stopped high on her thigh. The dark yellow and red pattern went perfectly with Rachel’s copper hair. She looked incredibly beautiful and sexy, and I told her so.
The food was only ok, although Rachel was very complimentary. I had a bottle of pinot grigio because women like white wine, right? I noticed Rachel only sipped from her glass. When I started to pour myself a second, Rachel said, “Mark, I’d like us both to be completely sober tonight.” I corked the wine and put it in the fridge.
Other than putting the food away, I was going to leave the clean up until Sunday. Rachel insisted on cleaning everything after dinner and helped. Once that was done, she sat on the ratty, second-hand sofa in my living room/dining room. “Please sit down,” Rachel said. I sat next to her. “You’ll never know how much I’ve been looking forward to this,” Rachel said as she leaned forward and kissed me.
We kissed for a long time. Our tongues played together. Our hands were all over each other. Rachel started rubbing me through my jeans. I put a hand on her thigh. She spread her legs a little and my hand went up under her skirt. To my surprise, all I felt was flesh all the way to her mound. Rachel’s green eyes were gleaming. “You discovered my secret,” she said. I raised my eyebrows inquiringly. “No panties,” Rachel giggled. “I decided it would be good to have one less thing to take off.”
Rachel stood up. She slid her shoes off her feet and then pulled her dress up and over her head. She stood there naked, looking more desirable than I could have imagined. After letting me look at her for a time, Rachel said, “please get up.” I stood. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. She pushed my jeans and my boxers off my hips and down my legs, squatting as she went. When my pants reached my ankles, Rachel’s face was a little way above my dick. She bent slightly and kissed my dickhead.
Rachel bent lower and took my shoes, pants, and boxers off one foot and then the other, leaving me wearing only my polo shirt. Rachel stood up and smiled. “Naked from the waist down isn’t a bad look on you,” she said, “but, right now, I want total nudity. Raise your arms.” I raised my arms, and she pulled my shirt off. We were both completely nude and hugged each other tightly.
After a few moments, Rachel giggled. “What?” I asked.
“Your window blinds are up,” she said. I looked. I had a second-floor apartment on a busy street. It was still early. We could clearly see cars and people on the sidewalk. “If they can see us, I hope they enjoy it,” Rachel said. “Where’s your bedroom?”
I led Rachel back to the miniscule bedroom. “Lie down on your back please,” I said. Rachel did. I got on the bed at her feet, gently pushed her legs apart, and lay down so that my head was just above her mound. Rachel was a natural redhead. I lowered my head and began licking her.
I licked Rachel’s lips for a while before moving to her clit. I could feel her pulse and breathing accelerating. I was about to start probing inside her with my tongue when Rachel said, “Mark, you know I want something more than your tongue in me tonight.”
I sat up, leaned to my nightstand, and opened the box of rubbers I’d bought that afternoon. I pulled a packet out and carefully opened it. “Do you want to put it on?” I asked Rachel.
“Uh, I don’t know how,” she replied. I showed her. “Uh, Mark, do you have an old towel or something you don’t care about?”
“Sure,” I answered.
“Could you get it and spread it on the bed?” Rachel asked.
I was concerned about a break in the mood, but I also wanted her to be as comfortable as possible, so I grabbed an old beach towel and spread it over the bed. Rachel lay back down and said, “let’s have sex.”
I dislike wearing a rubber. Who does like them? Even in a raincoat, sliding into Rachel felt wonderful. She seemed tighter than I remembered other girls being, but I didn’t notice anything unusual. I began thrusting, slowly because I wanted it to last along time, and started sucking her nipples. As she sensed my rhythm, Rachel wrapped her legs around my hips and began pulling me into her. Rachel was a strong woman. Feeling the strength in her legs and her abdominal muscles tensed beneath me was a marvelous compliment to the more intense sensations in my dick.
I don’t claim to be a tremendous lover. Still, things seemed to go as I’d planned that night. Rachel’s breathing got faster at a steady rate. Sweat broke out between her beautiful breasts. Her hips started bucking, slightly at first but more forcefully as she became more aroused. Best of all, I was in no immediate danger of coming.
I knew from our poolside session that Rachel got noisy as she got close to orgasm. True to form, she started to moan, softly and then louder. As her hips bucked more powerfully, her legs gripped me tighter. In a way, I was being engulfed by this extraordinary woman, and it was great. I pushed faster and with more force.
I was feeling the first signs of my own impending orgasm when Rachel moaned, Oh God . . . Mark . . . make . . . me . . . come . . . now!” I pushed even faster. She was bucking so strongly she was raising us both up. I could feel my explosion building. To distract myself, I started kissing Rachel’s neck. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes. . .” she yelled. “I. . .love. . .YOU!” She bucked her hips several times much harder than before and her arms and legs contracted on me. A couple of seconds later, I shot so hard that it hurt.
I stayed in Rachel while our breathing slowed. I hadn’t used rubbers that often and thought I ought to pull out before it tore or leaked. Finally, Rachel let me go. I pulled out, got off the bed, took the filled rubber off, and threw it away. As I was doing that, Rachel started her low, sexy laugh again.
“What?” I asked again.
“We left another window open,” she said, pointing at my uncovered bedroom window. We’d also left the lights on. My bedroom window looked across an alley into an apartment in the next building. A couple, only a few years older than us, were standing in the other apartment facing us. It was obvious they had been watching.
Rachel was laughing harder, and I was starting to laugh. Rachel waved to the other couple. That was apparently when they realized that we knew they’d been watching. The apartments were close enough I could see embarrassment on the faces of the other man and woman. Looking at them, I smiled and shrugged with my arms extended, palms up.
After another moment of uncertainty, the woman in the next apartment smiled and began to clap her hands. Her husband/boyfriend looked at her. She said something and he started clapping too. I helped Rachel up of the bed. We stood facing the window, arms around each other’s bare waists, and took a bow.