This is the second chapter of “The Locker Room Incident.” This will make a lot more sense if you’ve already read the initial chapter.
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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The couple in the apartment across the alley finally walked away. “That was great,” I said, “but it would have been even hotter had I known we were being watched.”
“I wish I’d known they were there,” Rachel replied.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I should have closed the blinds.”
“No,” Rachel replied. “I think it’s great that they saw us. I’m actually kind of proud.”
Rachel stayed that night, Sunday, and Sunday night. We left the blinds on the bedroom window open and used many of the rubbers I had bought. We didn’t see the couple across the alley again that weekend.
The alarm on Rachel’s phone went off at 4:00 a.m. that Monday. “What the fuck?” I asked groggily.
“We need to get there earlier,” Rachel said, “so you can do your full workout and I can dive for a half hour or so before anyone else shows up.”
Ok, I thought, fair enough. I followed Rachel’s car along the empty pre-dawn streets to the country club. Out of habit, I went into the men’s locker room and changed into the baggy shorts I trained in.
It was just starting to get light when I walked outside. Rachel was already waiting in her tight lifeguard one-piece. “Mark, lose the shorts,” Rachel directed. “For me, you can do your training naked.” I thought the baggy shorts helped my training but, when a beautiful woman tells you to take your clothes off, you do it.
Rachel made up for reducing the hydrodynamic resistance. After I had done laps for almost 90 minutes, Rachel asked “what is your best 100 time in each stroke?” I told her. She went over to a bag she had placed on a table and came back with a stopwatch. “100 fly,” Rachel said, “we’re not having sex this week unless you get within three seconds of your PB.” I killed myself and just made the time. We repeated that process with each stroke, although Rachel gave me a five second cushion on freestyle and breaststroke. I was fried when I finished.
“Ok,” Rachel said, “put your shorts on and keep an eye out. I’m going to dive.” Rachel wiggled out of her swimsuit and got on the springboard. I kept an eye out, mainly on her. She looked so damn good in the air with nothing on. Rachel dove for about half an hour. After her last dive, she said, “Diving naked is too much fun! Get your stuff and come to the women’s. There’s no one around yet. I need a shower and I need someone to wash my back.”
That became our daily routine. Pain-in-the-ass Brittany suspected, I think, what we were doing each morning. Several times, we had to hide in the pump room when Brittany showed up uncharacteristically early.
Rachel did not go home with me on weeknights because she’d joined a gym for the summer where she lifted and did trampoline work. I did fix her dinner at my place every Saturday for the rest of the summer. A little before 9:00 p.m., we’d strip in the front room, go into the bedroom, and make sure the blinds were open. The couple across the alley was always at their window. Rachel and I would make love or, for variety, give each other oral while the unknown couple watched.
Rachel started school almost a month before I did. Having her leave was like losing a limb: I felt depressed and couldn’t adjust. I worked at the country club for another couple of weeks after Rachel went back to school, but it was a drab place without her.
The weekend after my last day at the country club, I drove to Champaign to visit Rachel. She was still living in the dorms. I doubted that the University cared whether her boyfriend stayed over, but her roommate did. I got the cheapest motel room I could find out by the Interstate. Friday night, we went out with some of Rachel’s friends. Neither of us drank at all and we ended the night early.
Back in my motel room, Rachel saw the box of rubbers I’d put on the table next to the bed. She picked the box up and dropped in the trash. “You don’t need these anymore,” she said, “I’m on birth control!” She celebrated by insisting that she be on top for the first time in our lovemaking. Rachel had a bit to learn about being on top but looking up at her breasts and gorgeous face as she got more aroused and then came made it memorable.
Saturday, we had dinner at a sort of upscale burger joint with Rachel’s diving coach, Megan Kiernan. Although Rachel was just going into her sophomore season, it was clear that she and Coach Kiernan were friends. Coach Kiernan was soft-spoken and listened intently to what others said. Over the course of the meal, she extracted almost my entire, short, life story. I think I was being interviewed for the position of Rachel’s boyfriend.
Practice for both Rachel and me started shortly after I started fall classes. While we talked by Skype every night, I didn’t see Rachel in person until I picked her up in Champaign after my last fall final and drove her to O’Hare so she could see her parents over Christmas. I spent a couple of days with Dad in Columbus around Christmas (Mom had died of cancer during my senior year of high school). I saw Rachel again when I picked her up at the airport and drove her back Downstate.
Swim season got intense after the first of the year. It was several months before Rachel and I saw each other in person again. Our conference championship meets intruded into spring break. The men’s meet was in Wisconsin while the women swam at Indiana the same weekend. Rachel finished fourth on platform and fifth on springboard. That was promising for a sophomore season. I swam on a relay team that won the Conference, my only Conference title. However, most of the other schools had pulled their top swimmers from their teams in that race, so our winning time didn’t qualify for Nationals.
Once swimming was over, Rachel and I both had to carry extra loads in the spring to stay on schedule to graduate. In short, we didn’t see each other in person again until the school year had ended for Rachel. Rachel and I had agreed to work at the same country club the next summer. There were people on the club’s board who were big supporters of athletics at Rachel’s school and at mine. We were promised that Brittany was not coming back.
Rachel lived with me that summer and went to work at the club by herself for about three weeks while I finished classes and did my finals. I was surprised when she told me that she was the only lifeguard during the week. Apparently, Brittany’s replacement also went to my school and would start the same day I did. Rachel and I certainly didn’t ignore each other during those three weeks, but I had my best set of finals grades ever. More proof, if I needed it, that Rachel MacDonald was the most positive aspect of my life.
Once I was done with school, we reverted to our routine of the previous summer. My first day at work, a Monday, we were about to start my timed 100s at the end of my workout when a strange young woman walked out of the women’s locker room in a lifeguard uniform. I saw her, stopped swimming, and went to a corner of the pool. After a moment, I realized I had seen the woman on campus, although I didn’t know who she was. The woman was a bit shorter than Rachel with thick shoulder-length black hair, slightly darker skin, and what appeared to be a good figure. Her intelligent-looking face seemed a bit Asian.
The young woman walked up to Rachel. She smiled and said, “Rachel? Hi. I’m Michelle Todori. I’m the new weekday lifeguard. They told me that you would show what I’m supposed to do and where I’m supposed to go.”
“I’m glad you’re here, being the only person has been quite a load,” Rachel replied. Rachel looked down at me, smiled, and turned her head back towards Michelle. “That’s my boyfriend Mark Powers in the pool. He’s just finishing his workout.”
Looking at me, Michelle asked, “you swim competitively?” I nodded and told her where. Michelle laughed. “I’m on the women’s team! I swim mostly 100 and 200 fly and back. What do you swim?” I focused on the same events and said so. We’d had that short conversation with me in the water, hugging the side of the pool. That was odd and Michelle noticed it. “Are you getting out of the water?” she asked.
Rachel laughed. “At my request, Mark does his workouts in the nude,” she told Michelle.
Michelle’s smile widened. “Cool!” she said.
Rachel looked at me again and said, “Mark, you can get out of the water now.” I had no real choice. I put my hands on the pool deck and boosted myself up out of the water. I was trying to stay turned away from Michelle, but Rachel said “Mark, you haven’t properly said hello to Michelle.”
I turned to face Michelle and said, “Hi Michelle.”
Michelle gave me a thorough look. It was exciting having an attractive woman study my nude body. After a long pause, Michelle smiled and said, “Rachel, I understand why you want him to workout nude. Not bad, not bad at all.”
I went over to the table where I’d placed my “handyman” uniform and started getting dressed. Rachel pulled the straps of her suit off her shoulders. She told Michelle, “if you don’t mind, I’m going to dive for twenty minutes or a half hour. This time of the morning is the only chance I get to dive nude.” Rachel pulled her suit down and stepped out of it. She got up on the springboard, bounced a few times, and executed what I now knew was a simple dive. It still looked complicated to me.
As Rachel got out of the pool and climbed back onto the diving board, Michelle said to me, “so you swim your workout nude and Rachel dives nude?” I nodded. “You two do this every morning?” I nodded again. “That is so cool!” Michelle exclaimed.
Rachel and I brought lunches from home and always ate together behind the maintenance building. Michelle had also bagged a lunch, so Rachel invited her to join us. Over lunch, we learned that Michelle lived with her boyfriend Jeff in an apartment about four blocks towards the Lake from ours.
“Since we all work here, we could carpool,” Michelle suggested.
“We come in really early,” Rachel replied. “You can understand we want to get finished before anyone else is around.”
“That’s fine with me,” Michelle said. “I need to work out too. I can do mine at the same time Mark’s doing his.”
We picked Michelle up outside her building around 4:30 the next morning. Michelle swam her workout on one side of the pool in a one-piece while I swam mine naked on the other side of the pool. When we were done, I got dressed and Rachel stripped off and did her diving. We followed the same routine Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
At lunch that Friday, Michelle said, “my boyfriend’s coming here to pick me up tonight around 7:00. Can you guys stay? I’d like him to meet you.”
I had noticed that Rachel and Michelle had really hit it off. I was not surprised that Rachel immediately replied, “of course.”
The pool officially closed at 6:00 p.m. Rachel and Michelle were responsible for cleaning up each night. I always helped. About 6:45 that night, a car parked outside the pool. A young man got out and rattled the now locked gate in the fence around the pool. Michelle let him in. The young man followed Michelle to where we stood.
“Rachel, Mark,” Michelle said, “this is my boyfriend, Jeff Poole. Jeff’s between first and second years of his MBA and is working the summer on LaSalle Street,” Michelle added with obvious pride. “Jeff,” she went on, “these are my co-workers for the summer: Rachel MacDonald and Mark Powers. Rachel’s a diver on the team in Champaign and Mark swims on the men’s team at school, the same events I do.”
Jeff seemed genuinely interested in the introductions. He was just under my height, but a good twenty or thirty ponds lighter. He had short black hair and the slender, wiry build of a distance runner. “Pleased to meet you,” Jeff said, “Michelle’s told me a lot about you this week.” The way he said that led me to think that Michelle had told him about our morning routine. “Hey,” Jeff said, “if I go back to the car for a moment, will someone let me back in?”
“Of course, silly,” Michelle responded.
Jeff went out and came back with a cooler. Inside were several cans of an expensive imported beer. “If you guys are off work?” Jeff asked as he raised a can in an offering gesture. We all nodded. Jeff opened cans and passed them around.
We sat at a table sipping our beers. “You two worked here last summer,” Michelle said. “Has anything changed this year?”
Rachel and I looked at each other, smiled, and said in unison, “No Brittany.”
Michelle looked perplexed. “A real bitch who worked with me last year,” Rachel said. “You’re a real trade up. Other things that have changed? Well, management seems more relaxed. They also installed a spa and sauna over the winter.”
“Really?” Michelle asked. “Where are they?”
“That building just behind the pool,” I replied.
“Let’s look,” Michelle said. We got up, left the pool area, and went into the nice, new building that housed the new spa and sauna. “I haven’t had a sauna in a year,” Michelle said. “Are we allowed to use the club’s facilities?”
“When they’re not open to members,” I replied.
“God, I would love a sauna again,” Michelle said.
“Michelle and I spent three weeks in Europe last summer,” Jeff interjected. “We were in Germany for part of that time. In Germany, most saunas are coed, and nudity is mandatory. The people who work there will bitch you out in German if you wear anything into the sauna.”
“Are you up for a German style sauna?” Rachel asked.
“Let’s do it,” Michelle said as she pulled the straps of her suit off her shoulders. I looked at Jeff, who was already taking his shirt off. Rachel already had her boobs out. Ok, I thought, and started to undress.
Naked, Michelle Todori would be the center of attention in any group that didn’t include Rachel MacDonald. Before we grabbed towels and went into the sauna, Michelle said, “Jeff, Mark, stand side-by-side so Rachel and I can get a good look at you both.”
Jeff and I stood a few inches apart facing Rachel and Michelle. “What do you think Rachel,” Michelle asked.
“I think we both chose wisely,” Rachel replied.
“I could get used to showing off for two beautiful women,” Jeff said.
“We’ll have to do it again,” I said.
“Don’t worry,” Michelle said, “you will.”
The sauna had benches at three different levels. Michelle climbed to the top one on her feet and hands. Bent over, she gave us a clear display of her asshole and cunt, which were very nice. “Michelle likes to show off,” Jeff said with a chuckle.
Michelle turned around, plopped her ass on the top bench, and said, “I like to show off for people whom I want to see me.”
“I guess I should do the same thing,” Rachel said. She climbed to the top bench the way Michelle had, giving Jeff and me an excellent view between her hips and legs.
“Rachel is a very beautiful woman,” Jeff said to me.
“So is Michelle,” I replied.
“Don’t tell them,” Jeff said with a smile, “or they’ll dump us for better guys.”
“Not necessarily better,” Michelle shot back with a grin, “but you may be history if I find another guy with a dick shaped like Mark’s.”
“But I have bigger balls,” Jeff replied.
“I’d have to hold them both to compare,” Michelle retorted.
Jeff tapped my shoulder and said, “let’s go.” He climbed up the benches and stood in front of Michelle. It was damned hot, but I followed him. Michelle cupped Jeff’s balls in her right hand for a minute or so. She let go of Jeff and held my balls in her left hand. That felt quite nice. Then, Michelle reached out for Jeff again with her right and held us both for a moment.
“I’m not sure,” Michelle said. “Rachel come over here and tell me what you think.”
Rachel slid along the bench closer to Michelle. I took a step to my left and stood in front of Rachel. Jeff stepped next to me. Rachel took my balls in her hand. “I’ve always liked these,” she said. Still holding me, she took Jeff’s balls in her other hand. She mimed weighing us both. “I call it a push,” Rachel said. Letting go of Jeff, she added, “I’ll stay with the pair that belong to me.”
“Belong to you?” I asked.
“Sure,” Rachel replied. She was still holding me. “These balls and dick are mine just like”, Rachel spread her legs, “this pussy is yours.”
I looked at Rachel and smiled. “I’ll take that deal,” I replied.
“Jeff, dear, I guess we’re stuck with each other,” Michelle said.
Jeff sat down next to Michelle and said, “I’m not complaining.”
Rachel let go of me and I sat down next to her. Our bare shoulders, hips, and thighs were touching. It was extremely hot, and we were sweating profusely. There was something very intimate about sitting naked and sweating with Rachel.
After we had all the heat we could take, we left the sauna. Outside, all four of us were dripping. “I need a shower,” Michelle said, “but those individual stalls in the women’s don’t appeal to me right now.”
“The men’s just has one large shower room,” I said.
“That’s where we’re going,” Michelle replied. It was late enough that there was no one else around the pool. We picked up our clothes and walked naked out of the sauna building, back through the pool gate, and past the pool into the men’s locker room. Rachel and I stood under one showerhead while Michelle and Jeff used the one next to us.
Rachel and I were washing each other when Michelle loudly said, “I make sure to get every spot.” We turned to see her with her hand moving between Jeff’s ass cheeks. After a minute or two, Jeff turned and walked around Michelle. With her ass pointed at us, Jeff spread Michelle’s hips with one hand and gently washed her asshole with the other.
Rachel giggled and said, “I don’t think I’ve done Mark there yet.” She turned me so my ass was towards Michelle and Jeff. She spread my cheeks with one hand and washed my asshole with the other. It felt surprisingly good.
When Rachel finished me, I said, “I really think this requires more attention to detail.” I turned Rachel so her right side was towards Michelle and Jeff. I knelt behind her, spread her hips with my hands, and began licking her asshole.
“Mark!” Rachel cried. I moved my hands to her front, so I was pulling her into my face and kept going. After another minute or so, I stopped, stood up, and turned Rachel to face me. “I love every inch of you,” I told her.
Rachel hugged me, which was also very good. I tried to kiss Rachel, but she pulled her head back. Laughing, she said, “wash your face first!”
After we’d dressed, Jeff insisted that we go to dinner, “on me.” I started to argue with him, politely I thought. I didn’t want to seem to be mooching off him the first night we’d met. Rachel tapped my forearm to tell me I was verging on being rude.
Thankfully, Jeff took us to a reasonably-priced faux Irish pub not far from our respective apartments, about nine or ten blocks south of the University. We chatted about a variety of things. I learned that Michelle was from Hawai’i and that Jeff was from Minnesota. He had gone to the flagship state university there and then came to the North Shore to get his MBA.
The waitress was putting our food on the table when Michelle asked, out of the blue, “Mark, how do you like doing your training swims nude?”
The waitress was a woman who looked not much older than us in a white top, short plaid skirt, and black hose. She interjected, “I love to skinny dip.”
I waited until the waitress had sashayed away to answer Michelle. “I think the baggy shorts I used to swim in were probably better for training,” I said, “more drag in the water. But to be honest, it feels much nicer swimming naked. My enthusiasm for my workouts has increased appreciably. Rachel had a good idea.”
“Has anyone seen you?” Jeff asked.
“I don’t think so,” I answered. “Rachel keeps an eye out.”
“Would you mind if someone did see you?” Michelle asked with a grin.
“Not really,” I replied.
“What about you Rachel?” Michelle asked. “Would you mind if someone saw you doing your dives in the nude?”
Rachel thought for a second before answering, “That would make it even more fun.”
“You dive nude?” Jeff asked.
“Every morning,” Rachel replied.
“I have to come out and see that,” Jeff said, grinning.
“Please do,” Rachel responded.
Jeff paid for dinner. Since he wouldn’t let Rachel or me chip in, we insisted that he and Michelle come to our apartment for dinner a week from Saturday. Michelle and Jeff immediately agreed.
As usual, Michelle, Rachel, and I drove to work together early the following Monday. Rachel was already in her lifeguard suit (she’d brought it home to wash it). I just stripped down on the pool deck. Michelle went into the women’s locker room. A couple of minutes later, she strode out without a stitch on. Smiling, she said, “you persuaded me to try nude training.”
As usual, I was fatigued after swimming almost continuously for 90 minutes. I stopped, wondering what Rachel had in store to end the workout. A moment later, Michelle stopped in the lane next to me (we took the lane dividers out when Rachel dove). Rachel looked down at us from the pool deck. “Race,” she said, “100 meters back and 100 meters fly.” (Of course, Rachel ended it with the most difficult stroke).
“What does the winner get?” Michelle asked.
“I’ll think of something,” Rachel replied. “On your marks…”
All things being equal, a man should beat a woman in a swimming race. However, Michelle was a better swimmer than I was. I could sense that she was beside or a little ahead of me throughout the backstroke. I didn’t want to lose and hoped my greater strength would give me the edge doing butterfly.
I did pass Michelle when we changed strokes. However, Michelle didn’t want to lose either. We touched about simultaneously at the last turn. I gave it everything I had, plus a bit, and just touched Michelle out at the wall. I was completely gassed. With a hand on the pool deck, I turned to look at Michelle. She leaned over the lane divider and extended her arms. I went to her and we hugged. Her bare breasts pressing into my chest felt great.
“Jesus!” Michelle said. “I gave it stuff I didn’t know I had, and you still beat me. God, I’m dead!”
Michelle and I held onto each other until Rachel said, “Uh hum, may I dive now?” Michelle and I pulled ourselves out of the pool. Still too gassed to dress, we sat naked in patio chairs while Rachel stripped off and got on the diving board. I enjoyed watching Rachel dive every day and had learned some basics, like what a pike position is.
As Rachel launched herself into the air for her eleventh or twelfth dive, Michelle said to me, “She is exquisitely beautiful. You are lucky.”
“I know,” I replied.
When Rachel finished her dives, she said, “I’ve decided. Michelle lost so you wash Mark’s back.”
“Ok,” Michelle said. She stood up. “Come on Mark.” Michelle started towards the women’s locker room door.
“Where are you going?” Rachel asked.
“If I’m washing his back,” Michelle replied, “we’re using one of the individual shower cubicles and it’s going to be just Mark and me.”
Rachel stood for a second, then smiled and said, “Ok. Have fun dear.”
I followed Michelle into the locker room and back to the showers. She opened one of the individual stalls, turned on the water, and said, “get in.” I got in. Michelle got in behind me. The shower stalls were designed for one person, so we were pressed together. Michelle washed my back. “Turn around,” she said, “I’ll do your front gratis.”
I turned to face Michelle. She very slowly washed my shoulders and chest. She worked down my abs but stopped a couple inches above my dick. There wasn’t room for her to bend down, so she washed as much of my thighs as she could reach. Then, she opened the stall door. As I’d expected, Rachel was standing outside. “Rachel,” Michelle asked, “is it ok if I jack Mark off?”
“Only if he gets you off too,” Rachel replied.
Michelle closed the stall door, looked me in the eyes, smiled, and asked “deal?”
“Deal,” I said.
Michelle began fondling my balls. That got me hard. Then, she circled my dick with her hand and began stroking my entire length. After a few strokes, she brought her other hand into play. As she stroked the length of my shaft with one hand, she ran a finger of her other hand around the edge of my head. Michelle was good with her hands. I came quickly, shooting onto her belly. “Good?” Michelle asked.
“Very good,” I replied.
I washed my come off Michelle’s belly and then started kneading her breasts. Her nipples got extremely hard. After A few moments, Michelle said, “you need to move lower now.” I put a hand between her legs and began running a finger over her lips. She was very wet, but I had no idea whether I’d caused that or the shower.
I moved my finger to Michelle’s clit. She was starting to wiggle a bit and she was breathing harder. I pushed my finger into her cunt and began to explore. After a few seconds, I rubbed a spot that produced an “oh!” from Michelle. “Stay right there,” she instructed. I did and began rubbing her harder. Her wiggling increased. Her breathing sped up even more. I sped up my rubbing. It didn’t seem long at all before Michelle said, “oh…oh…here…here…it…comes…OH…GOD!” She moaned loudly.
From outside the stall, Rachel said, “that sounded good.”
Michelle was sucking air. She snaked her arms around me. As her breathing returned to normal, she smiled and said, “Rachel is very lucky.” Michelle kissed me on the lips.
Michelle and I never told Jeff about masturbating each other in the shower. For all I know, he’ll be learning about it for the first time if he reads this. Knowing Jeff as I do now, I know he’ll be pleased. At the time, I was more than a little concerned about what would happen if he found out.
Rachel had, in a sense, started the whole episode and had gone along with it as Michelle and I took it farther. Still, I was worried about what Rachel was thinking as I followed Michelle out of the shower. I shouldn’t have been. As I stepped out of the shower, Rachel kissed me. “That sounded really hot,” she said, smiling.
I can’t explain it rationally, but my shower session with Michelle seemed to make her and Rachel even closer. I found out how much Rachel was sharing with Michelle when she and Jeff came for dinner the following Saturday. We had finished eating and were sitting in the apartment’s front room at about 8:30 when Michelle told Jeff, “we need to leave before 9:00.”
“Why?” Jeff asked.
“At nine o’clock every Saturday night,” Michelle explained, “Rachel and Mark go in the bedroom and have sex while a couple in the next building watches them through the windows.”
I thought “oh shit! Why did Rachel have to tell Michelle about that. Now, Jeff would decide we were too perverted. To say he surprised me is a gross understatement. “We could stay and join in,” Jeff said.
“What do you mean?” Michelle asked.
“We could fuck while that couple watches us too,” Jeff replied.
Michelle’s face lit. “What a wonderful idea! Rachel, Mark, would you mind?”
“Of course not,” Rachel answered for us.
Just before 9:00, Rachel, Michelle, Jeff, and I stripped naked in the front room. Rachel and I led them to our bedroom. We always left the blinds open, and I saw the other couple standing their apartment window. Rachel and I walked in, hopefully blocking Michelle and Jeff from the other couple’s view. When we got past the bed, Rachel stepped to her left and I stepped to my right. Michelle and Jeff stepped up into the space we had created. The eyes of both members of the couple across the alley grew wide when they saw a second nude couple in our bedroom.
Our bed was too small for all four of us to be on it at once. Rachel and I went first. We were already excited at the idea of making love with not only the couple across the alley but also Michelle and Jeff watching us. I was semi-erect already and Rachel got me fully hard in no time.
“Pretty boner, Mark,” Michelle quipped. The knowledge that Michelle was looking at my erect dick made it more exciting for both Rachel and me. A hand between Rachel’s legs confirmed that she was extremely wet.
Rachel pulled me to her and said in my ear, “Screw making it last. Just fuck me as hard as you can.” She fell back on the bed, pulling me on top of her. I slid into Rachel and began pounding. The sensations in my dick were intense, but the look on Rachel’s face really got me going. She looked more beautiful and wanton than I’d ever seen her.
Quickly, Rachel had her strong legs around me pulling me into her. She was bucking. I was pushing in her as fast and hard as I could. Rachel dug her fingers into my back, hard.
I didn’t want to come too fast because this was the first time our new friends Michelle and Jeff had watched us fuck. It very quickly got out of my control. Rachel was so worked up she got me worked up. Rachel’s hips bucked more violently, and she started to moan. Realizing that Rachel was about to come sent me over the edge. I started shooting inside her. I was still shooting a couple of moments later when Rachel convulsed and screamed “MARK!” It made me feel even better that she’d yelled my name as she came.
I stayed in Rachel and we kissed for what felt like several minutes. Finally remembering that Michelle and Jeff needed the bed, I got up and helped Rachel up. I looked at Michelle and Jeff and said, “sorry we came so fast.”
“That was the most arousing thing I’ve seen,” Michelle said. She grabbed Jeff’s erect dick with one hand and pulled him to her with the other. They kissed and fondled.
Suddenly, Rachel said, “shit. We left a wet spot. Let me change the sheet.”
“Not now,” Michelle said. She lay down in the wet spot on the bed and pulled Jeff on top of her. Michelle pulled her knees up to her chest and spread her legs. Jeff thrust his erection inside of her.
Rachel and I stood, each with an arm around the other, and watched our new friends fuck. It was unbelievable. Watching Michelle’s face and her movements as Jeff thrust back and forth was live erotic art. Michelle looked almost as beautiful being fucked as Rachel did. I felt a momentary pang of disloyalty as it ran through my mind that I’d like to be in Jeff’s position. A quick glance as Rachel reminded me I had just come inside the most desirable woman alive.
Michelle and Jeff took a bit longer to orgasm than Rachel and I had. When I realized Michelle was about to come, I focused on her face. No words can do justice to what Michelle’s face looked like as she approached orgasm and then had it. By the time Michelle and Jeff came, I was hard again.
When Michelle and Jeff got off the bed, the wet spot was much larger. “Damn,” Rachel said, “I think we’re exhibitionists.”
Michelle laughed and said, “and what’s wrong with that?”
I’d forgotten about the couple across the alley. I looked out our window. The couple was still there. The woman was giving the man a blow job.
Those couple of evenings were very representative of that wonderful summer. Michelle and I worked out nude before the pool opened five days a week and Rachel dove nude. Monday through Thursday, Rachel and I did weight training. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday we spent with Michelle and Jeff. There was a lot of sex, including one night on campus a few feet from Lake Michigan. I didn’t imagine we were the first couples to do that. We did restrain ourselves to our own partners.
One other event from that summer stands out, both because it was fun and because it had significance later. Dayson Woodmont and his wife Trinity had become members of the country club. They had a certain amount of local notoriety, having become extremely wealthy by their mid-thirties. Dayson was, I understood, a genius at micro-technology, making machines and devices of microscopic size. Trinity had the business and financial acumen to ensure that they realized full value from her husband’s talent.
In early August, Rachel told me that the General Manger had told her that two members were renting the pool for a private party. The club had decided to require lifeguards, whom the members renting the pool would pay. Would Rachel and Michelle meet with the members? Not knowing who the members were, Rachel wanted me to come along. In addition to being a collegiate swimmer, I was a certified lifeguard.
Rachel, Michelle, and I met with the Woodmonts at the pool around closing time. While they obviously had money, I can’t say that I found either of the Woodmonts attractive. Dayson, or “Day,” gave the impression that he thought he was much smarter than everyone he dealt with. Maybe he was. Trin (“don’t ever call me ‘Trinity'”) was nowhere near as physically attractive as she thought she was. They both talked to try to provoke a reaction, with “fuck,” “shit,” and “motherfucker” used liberally.
Despite the poor impression they created the one-night job the Woodmonts were offering was attractive. They were renting the pool to entertain about 30 “investors” coming in from out of town. The party would be 7:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m. on Saturday a week later. A self-serve buffet would be catered, and the club was providing a self-serve open bar. The Woodmonts had wanted a live band but the club said no out of fear of complaints from the neighbors. Several houses bordered the country club property.
Since the Woodmonts were required to have lifeguards, they wanted two girls and two guys. That was no problem. Jeff could be the other guy. I didn’t know if he had lifeguard training, but Rachel, Michelle, and I could handle anything that happened, and no one would ask for any credentials. The best part was that the Woodmonts offered to pay us $ 250 each for the night. We said we’d do it.
Trin Woodmont asked to meet with us again the Friday afternoon before the event. Jeff came out from downtown for that meeting. Trin made it clear that our job was to keep people from getting seriously hurt. We were NOT there to be pool police.
“Also,” Trin said, “I’ve seen what you girls wear lifeguarding at this pool. Day and I are trying to make an impression tomorrow night.” She pulled $ 500 cash out of her miniscule purse and tossed it on a patio table. “Get some new suits,” she said. “Guys, you should wear those Speedo things. Brief and tight so we see your packages. Girls, get thongs, just enough to cover your mounds. As for tops, less is more. If you only cover your nipples, I’ll be happy. There’s a place off North Michigan where you can get the types of things I’m thinking of. Go down there in the morning.” Trin looked at us to see whether she’d shocked us. She seemed disappointed that she hadn’t.
Trin was off on her numbers a little. Suits like she described at the shop she mentioned cost, for the four of us, $550.00. We figured we could afford, barely, putting in $12.50 each of our own money.
We were at the pool, in “uniform” by 6:00 p.m. The girls’ bikinis were very revealing. Rachel and Michelle both looked fantastic. My briefs were too tight and constricting for my preference but, as Trin had directed, our briefs clearly outlined Jeff’s and my dick and balls. We drew some long looks from the clubhouse crew setting up the bar and from the caterer’s people.
I was a little concerned about a self-serve, open bar with no one to politely refuse drinks to anyone obviously drunk. We’d been told explicitly that monitoring guests’ drinking was not part of our job. I was a bit relieved when the guests started showing up around 7:00. Day and Trin had hired chauffeured cars to bring their guests to the club and back to their hotels.
The guests seemed an odd mix. Most seemed to be in their thirties or forties. Four, two men and two women, looked like early to mid-twenties; and there was a couple whom I guessed to be mid-sixties. I guessed there were five or six more men than women. While the guests all spoke English, there were some unusual accents. Most of the guests changed in the locker rooms and went swimming. While no one came close to Rachel or Michelle, a few of the women were good looking. Trin and Day pranced around in swimsuits which confirmed that both were overweight.
Trin had obviously intended our “uniforms” for the evening to draw attention and they did. Apart from being ogled, the four of us had little to do apart from bringing a plastic cup to anyone drinking beer from a glass bottle around the pool. As we’d expected, the self-serve bar saw heavy use. More than half the guests were noticeably lit by the end of the first hour.
We were just over an hour into the party when Trin grabbed my arm, pointed to the men’s locker room, and said “go in there. We want to talk to all four of you.” Rachel was already inside. Michelle and Jeff soon came in, followed by Trin and Day.
Day opened the meeting by saying “this party is fucking boring!”
Trin, one of the few people, other than us, who didn’t seem at all inebriated, said, “we’re hoping you’ll help us liven it up.”
I had a strong suspicion where this was headed as Jeff asked, “what do you want us to do?”
“Take your suits off and work the rest of the party naked,” Trin replied.
“We’ll double what we’re paying you,” Day added. “Five hundred dollars for each of you for about five hours’ work.”
I think Day and Trin were taken aback a little by how readily Michelle said, “sure. That’s no problem.” The rest of us nodded in agreement.
“One thing though,” Rachel added, “if any of your guests touch any of us anywhere we don’t like, we smack them.”
Trin smiled for the first time since we’d met her. “We agree,” she said. Rachel, Michelle, Jeff, and I took our suits off. “Make sure everyone gets a good look at you,” Trin added. Naked, we walked back out to the party.
We’d been drawing a lot of looks before. That intensified when we walked out naked. We resumed what we’d been doing, acting as if nothing had changed in the last five minutes. It was fun and exciting to be walking naked through a group of clothed people. In general, the guests were reasonably respectful. I saw Michelle slap one drunk guy’s arm, hard, when he grabbed one of her tits. Rachel told me later that a guy offered her a thousand dollars to give him a blow job. We could handle that.
It was noticeably twilight around 9:00 p.m. when I heard one of the younger female guests say, a bit loudly, “if they can walk around naked, I can at least take my top off!” Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw a slightly thick blonde take off the top of her bikini. That opened a barrier. While eight or so of the older guests left, the rest started taking off clothing. At first, it was mainly women going topless. A few minutes later, the blonde who had started it wiggled out of her bottoms. Soon, there were four or five nude women, in addition to Rachel and Michelle. Then, a couple of the guys dropped their trunks.
In a few more minutes, about 17 or 18 of the remaining 22-24 guests were naked. So were Trin and Day. Trin and Day obviously intended what happened because they’d had an opaque tarp hung on the pool fence on the side towards the drive. People driving to and from the clubhouse couldn’t see into the pool at all that night.
As you would imagine with a group of drunk people stripping, there was soon groping and oral sex. Then, I saw the blonde who had started things bent over the end of the diving board on the pool deck being fucked from behind. She seemed to be enjoying it.
Rachel and I were standing together, taking it in. Trin walked up to us. At least she looked better naked than she did in a bikini. “This is what we were hoping for,” she said.
“What about your investors who left?” I asked.
Trin snorted. “They’re back in their rooms getting off on what they imagine is happening here.” Trin paused. “You two are a couple, aren’t you?” she asked.
“We are,” Rachel replied.
“What about the other two lifeguards?” Trin asked.
“Michelle and Jeff are a couple also,” I replied.
“Great,” Trin responded. “If you two want to get it on, feel free. It looks like everyone else is. I’ll tell Michelle and Jeff.”
Rachel and I looked at each other. We’d never had sex on the club’s property. For whatever illogical reason, we thought we’d get into more trouble if we were caught fucking than if we were caught just naked. “I think this is our chance,” Rachel said.
Michelle and Jeff walked up. “Trin just told us it’s ok if we want to fuck,” Michelle said. “Are you guys going to?”
“Rachel and I were thinking it’s probably the best chance we’ll have to fuck on country club property and not get into trouble. We met here so it seems like we should,” I said.
“I’ll e right back,” Jeff said. He walked a few feet away, grabbed a couple of cushions from lounge chairs, and carried them over. He dropped them on the concrete near the bar. Rachel and I started kissing and fondling each other. Michelle and Jeff did the same.
Once we were all aroused, Michelle whispered something in Rachel’s ear. Rachel nodded, then said, “ok guys, get on those cushions on your backs.” Jeff lay down on one cushion and I lay on the other. Rachel straddled me. Michelle straddled Jeff. The girls lowered themselves down on us, guiding our dicks into their cunts. Rachel began riding me slowly. I was happy because that meant I’d spend more time in her.
I soon figured out why Jeff had put the cushions where he did. People at the bar getting more drinks were only, maybe, three feet away from us. Soon, a half-circle of mainly naked people had formed around us. Rachel leaned down and whispered in my ear, “this is so hot. We’re fucking at work AND we’ve got a bunch of naked strangers watching.”
“Let’s draw it out as long as we can,” I replied softly. Rachel nodded in agreement.
This time, perhaps because Rachel was on top, we were able to do what we failed at the first time we fucked in front of Michelle and Jeff. Rachel leaned forward on top of me. I put my arms around her. We kissed and nibbled at each other’s throats and ears. All the while, we kept a slow, steady pace with our hips. As the crowd around us grew, we sped up a little. We heard Michelle come, followed by applause, and sped up more.
Soon, Rachel and I were oblivious to the people around us, or anything else except the sensations we were giving each other. I was pushing up in rhythm with her. As I pushed in, Rachel was contracting her pelvic muscles. Feeling her grip my dick on each upward thrust I made was exquisite! Rachel’s heartrate went way up, and she was breathing extremely fast. I knew she was close to coming. Suddenly, I could feel that I was about to come.
Rachel suddenly sat up, reared her head back, and yelled “this…is…so…OH! GOD!” I shot into her on “so.” I became aware of our audience again when I heard them clapping.
When we stood up, Michelle hugged me, and Jeff hugged Rachel. “This was a lot more fun than I expected,” Michelle said, “and you two were so hot!”
Trin and Day Woodmont walked up, each carrying two plastic drink cups. Day handed drinks to Rachel and Michelle. Trin to Jeff and me. “You’ve earned these,” Trin said. I took a sip. It was vodka and tonic, strong. I was ok with that.
The party had another hour to run. We went back to our “duties.” I’m not sure why, but Rachel and I both enjoyed walking naked among people who had just seen us orgasm.
A car horn sounded three times outside the pool around 10:45 p.m. Trin clapped her hands several times. “That’s it people,” she said loudly. “Time to go. The drivers don’t care if you’re naked, but you need to think about the lobbies of your hotels. Don’t forget if you left things in the locker rooms.” In various states of undress, the guests gathered their things and went out to the hired cars. The four of us were standing nude by the bar. Trin came up with her tiny purse. “I think you earned a bonus,” she said. She counted out four stacks of six $ 100 bills.
Day, who seemed to have sobered, came up. “I like you four,” he said. “Don’t hesitate to reach out to us if we can ever help you.”
It was our job to lock up the unused booze in the pool pump room and clean up some. “Do you feel like getting dressed?” Michelle asked.
“No,” Rachel replied. Neither did Jeff or me. The caterer’s crew arrived at 11;15 to pick up their things. You could see they were surprised to see four nude people cleaning up, but they didn’t say anything.