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Summer is in full swing. You’re back from college for a few months and ready to spend all your free time with your best friend, Lily. It’s been a while since you’ve hung out just the two of you. And since you both hate summertime, you spend it the only way that seems appropriate. The local pool.
Community pools aren’t your favorite. The massive groups of people, the germs, it all freaks you out. But it’s the only place in town where you can cool down without spending a fortune. And, if you’re being honest, the lifeguard who works on the weekdays is pretty nice to look at.
His name is Sam. And you’ve known him for a while. He’s a few years older than you and Lily. But still immature and goofy. He's not in school and doesn’t have much of a family. You learned early on that he spends all of his time working or traveling.
You don’t know the details of his adventures. You don’t know too much about him, actually. But you like to think you know enough, like the fact that he’s super hot and super friendly. And he's kind of a big flirt, at least when it comes to you.
Nothing has ever happened between you and Sam. He keeps things professional, no matter how much you try to crack him. And trust, you try a lot.
Lily finds it amusing, which is probably the only reason why she keeps tagging along to the pool with you. She’s not a fan of the public, either. But your desperation? That's hard to miss. Swimming is a plus, too.
You both relax on your lounge chairs, sunglasses on, sunscreened up, soaking up that golden sun. You listen to music to drown out the enthusiastic shouts of the children, but you keep it low enough so you can still hear each other talk when one of you has something interesting to say.
It’s not an ideal situation. But being in the sun is already making your mood perk up. So you don't mind it. You’re kind of like a plant, water and sunshine and you feel recharged.
After the stress of finals and being cooped up with your family again, this is just the mini escape you needed. The only thing that would make this moment better would be a large boozy drink from a coconut or pineapple. Or both. You have to shake those thoughts from your head. Unfortunately, you are not at the beach.
And that revelation is reiterated when you hear a child screech and then jump into the pool. You groan as the water splashes you, annoyed that you’ve been pulled from your happy place. Now you'll have to restart your fun little daydream.
Next to you, Lily laughs. And you could just punch her. Brat.
“Still glad we came?” She asks, peering over her sunglasses at you. She has to hold back a grin as you shake droplets from your face like a soaked puppy. The pout on your lips is comical.
“Yes,” you force yourself to say. “That was refreshing. Just what I needed in this hot weather.” You lie.
“Bullshit,” she snorts, but ignores you and goes back to sunbathing. She's lucky you love her. Or you'd have her pushed in that pool within three seconds.
You'd like to join your friend in peace, but as you pat yourself dry, you let your eyes scour the place for Sam. You and Lily have been at the pool for at least an hour now. And you haven’t seen him yet. It would be your luck if today happened to be the day he took off.
At least you get to spend time with your friend and enjoy the summer breeze. That’s more important than a guy, right? Of course it is.
You let out a happy little sigh and settle back into your chair once more. The harsh summer heat sizzles against your skin. But you want to wait and get nice and toasty before going for a dip in the pool. It’s more satisfying that way.
Gentle melodic sounds flow through your earbuds, and you can feel yourself drifting back to your fantasy, ready to pick up where you left off. If you could be anywhere, you’d be on a tropical island, toes in the sand and drink in your hand with Lily hanging out beside you. Maybe Sam can even make a special appearance. You can admit you’ve fantasized about him before - touching you, kissing you, being inside you.
“Damn, you look good,” you can hear him say, and a happy sigh floats past your lips. Even in your dreams, he’s flirting with you. And he smells incredible, like sunscreen and chlorine. Not a romantic smell. But it’s distinct; it’s him. And it all feels so real.
You have to open your eyes to bring yourself back to Earth. But when you do, you nearly scream, startled by Sam’s tall figure towering above you. Fuck, were you actually dreaming? Or has he been here the whole time?
“Sam?” You question, not sure what’s real and what’s not anymore.
“Yeah, babe,” he chuckles. “That’s my name.”
“Weird,” you mumble, shaking away the remnants of your daydream. You sit up and pop your sunglasses off, resting them at the top of your head. Your eyes squint under the blazing sun as you look at the handsome man standing next to you. Sucks to be pulled from such pleasant thoughts. But when the source of your dreams is in front of you, it's not so bad. “Hi,” you grin.
“Hey,” he smiles back, licking his lips as his eyes do a quick sweep over your body. Even though his stare is hidden behind dark shades, you can pick up on what he’s thinking. And your impatient self wishes he would just do something about it already. “Nice bikini,” he smirks.
“Thanks,” you chirp, pushing your chest out and glancing down at your cleavage so you can see the cute floral top that covers your breasts. Sam appreciates the view, focused on the line of sweat shimmering between your tits, wishing he could lick it up for you.
You look up at him with a teasing grin. Your fingers trace over the vivid aqua fabric, pulling at the halter straps that wrap around your neck. Sam watches every tiny movement you make, hypnotized by you and your ability to make anything look sexy. What he wouldn’t give to take that top off with his teeth and touch you everywhere his hands can reach.
“Get a room,” Lily mumbles next to you, obviously interrupted by you and Sam talking. She looks less than pleased at the two of you, annoyed you disrupted her calming time. She looks at you, then to Sam. “Seriously, you aren’t even saying much and I can still feel the sexual tension. Just go bang it out already. Let me tan.”
You gasp, feigning offense. Admittedly, you feel a little mortified by the fierce callout. But you’d be happy to do what she's suggesting and take Sam somewhere to relieve your tensions. It’s not like you haven’t offered. You’ve done everything short of throwing yourself at him. But you have to keep some of your pride, right?
That’s what sets you apart from the rest of Sam’s fanbase. You notice them from the corner of your eye, standing strangely close to the area where you and Lily chose. The only reason they’re hovering is because of Sam. Teenage girls who just want him to notice them. You can relate, but you really hope you aren’t that annoying.
“Another day as a lifeguard,” he rolls his eyes, turning back towards the group of girls and giving them a wave. Just that one simple gesture is enough to have them squealing. He sighs, but he’s used to the girls. The old ones and the young ones. It never ends.
You nod towards the pool as a playful idea springs to your mind. “Want me to jump in and pretend I’m drowning? I can save you from your little fan club,” you suggest. A quick splash in the pool actually sounds amazing right now. And if you can get Sam to dive in after you, well, that’s just a bonus. Oh, who are you kidding? You're just like the rest of them, wanting to see his shirtless chest soaked and glistening.
Sam laughs at your notion. You’re a cute one. And he won’t lie, he likes the idea of saving you. He also likes the idea of seeing you wet.
“Actually," he states, "I kinda want you to pretend to drown so I can give you mouth-to-mouth,” he teases, once again pushing all the right buttons. He always does this, revving you up just to deny you later.
“Why stop there?” You giggle, compelling him more than you usually do. “Mouth-to-mouth, mouth-to-chest, mouth-to…” you trail off, eyes briefly dropping to his swim trunks. “Well, you know," you shrug and put your attention back on his handsome face.
“Cute,” Sam muses as he stares at you, keeping a cool exterior while his insides jumble together in lust and anxiety. You two have been playing this game for a while now. And your comments just now are making it hard for him to keep up his wall. Maybe it’s time he gives in. You both want it. “I’m about to go on break,” he speaks up, shocking you with his confession. Surely he’s not going to… “Meet me by the supply room?”
“Huh?” You choke, bewildered that this is potentially happening. His smile only grows the longer you gape at him. He’s not joking. Okay . Okay, yes. This is what you’ve been waiting for. “Can't wait,” you say.
Sam offers a wink before striding off, his fans following him, completely unaware that he basically asked you to fuck in a closet. You watch him walk away, twirling your hair between your fingers like a little girl with a crush. God, you are just as bad as those other girls.
“Whore,” Lily teases without making eye contact. You hear the playful undertones in her voice, and your smile widens. Quick , you think, pinch yourself to make sure this is real. Your nails dig into your skin for a sharp second, and you squeak, rubbing over the crescent dents in your arm.
Yep, this is real. Holy shit.
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You are definitely in a position you never ever thought you would find yourself in. Stuffed in a storage room, bouncing on Samuel Drake’s cock while he mutters sinful things in your ear. Hell, you’re not complaining. This is one of your greatest fantasies. And he’s so much better than any dream you’ve ever had. Bigger, too.
Your legs are wrapped around him tight. He has you pressed against an old shelf containing various pool supplies as he pounds into you harshly. His thrusts are quick and needy, and you’re breathless, trying to match his energy. But he fucks you so well, and he's so fast, you see stars behind your eyelids.
“We should have been doing this already,” Sam grunts, driving into you faster, hitting that delicate spot within you that has you squirming in seconds. Your walls clench around his dick as you let out a gasp and nod your head, the shelf behind you shaking each time your back bangs against it.
“I’ve tried,” you pant, eagerly finding something for your hands to hold on to. You settle for his shoulders, digging your nails into the tanned skin. “You always rejected me.”
“I’m an idiot,” he laughs, holding you by the hips and pulling you against him. You grind yourself on his hard dick, taking as much of him as you can. He's so big and makes you feel so full, that you can hardly catch a breath. “But I was just trying to respect you,” he adds.
“I don’t want you to respect me,” you tell him, biting your lip and holding his intense gaze. You roll your hips in time with his, smothering the embarrassing whimpers that want to rip from your throat. Sam goes from fast to slow. And it has your body tingling with desire. “I…” You trail off, eyes rolling back as he slides into you, filling you to the brim, stretching you with his thickness, creating a pleasurable burn.
Sam smirks and smacks your ass, making you jump a little. He pins you against the shelf, your exposed back feeling every ridge of metal scraping against you as his rough hands grip you tight. “You want me to treat you like the desperate slut you are?” He asks, his eyes dark and sinister and filled with passion. “Baby, all you had to do was ask.”
“Fuck, Sam,” you groan as your foggy mind goes blank. Sam’s touch ignites an intensity within you, and you lose yourself to his movements, desperate to feel all of him all over you. More , you think. Fuck, you need more. “God, don’t stop!” You gasp.
“Say it again,” he purrs into your ear, nipping your lobe with his teeth. “Keep saying it, baby.” His large hand glides down your curves and past the expanse of your skin where your swimsuit should be. He trails down to your thigh and grabs the soft flesh in his palm, hitching your leg up higher so he can drill into you with more force.
“Don’t stop,” you repeat, your words quiet and breathy. “Don’t stop, Sam. Fuck, you feel so good,” you cry out.
Sam smirks and glances down between your sweaty bodies. He licks his lips at the sight of his slick cock dragging in and out of your wet cunt. “Gonna make me cum, babe,” he warns, watching himself disappear inside you. “Can I cum inside you?” He whispers his plea. “Please, baby, I wanna see this pretty pussy leaking with my cum.”
“Christ,” you mumble at his words and the way they make you unravel. “Do it,” you tell him. “Fill me up, Sam. I want your cum.”
“So filthy,” Sam hums as he cups your cheek in his free hand. Your sweaty skin against his palm feels hot, just another memory he can lock away for later when he’s lonely. “I can’t wait to do more dirty things to you,” he smiles. “Will you let me?”
“Uh huh,” you murmur, feeling yourself close to release. “Whatever you want.”
“Oh, yeah?” He chuckles, thrilled by your answer. His actions are getting sloppy, letting you know he's so fucking close. “You gonna let me take you from behind?” He breathes, hot and heavy against your face. “You gonna get on your knees for me? Choke on my cock like a good girl?”
“Yes, Sam, yes,” you reply as heat pools deep in your tummy. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“Me, too, baby,” he admits. His lips hover over yours, teasing with soft touches, enough to make you whimper. “I want to taste you, princess,” he tells you. “I want to bury my head between these thighs, eat you out like no one ever has.”
“Sam,” you moan, pushing back against him. His nimble fingers sweep between you, rolling over your clit with encouraging strokes.
“Cum for me,” he demands, pressing his thumb into you. “Show me how I make you feel. That’s it, good girl,” he praises as you climax, gasping out his name. Your eyes squeeze shut as your release takes over, and Sam watches in amazement at how beautiful you are.
Now that you’ve been satisfied, he feels like he can finally let go, pumping into you once, then twice before cumming, shooting his load deep within your silky walls. He grunts as he cums, burying his face in your neck, breathing in deep the overwhelming scent of sun tan lotion. You're both so lost in each other you don’t hear when the storage room door opens.
Roman, Sam’s friend, and fellow lifeguard, startles you with his groan of disgust. You look up, blinded by the light, and Sam turns his head with you still in his arms. Roman gags dramatically, and it’s then you realize what a sight this probably is. You half-naked and sweaty, wrapped around Sam with his bare ass hanging out of his swim trunks.
“I have so many thoughts,” Roman says with a wrinkled up nose. “But I don’t know where to start. Sam, pull up your pants,” he decides to say.
“Whoops,” Sam blushes and lets go of you. Your wobbly legs find the ground once more, and you quickly redress as Sam covers you with his own body. When you’re both presentable again, Roman thanks you and quickly grabs what it was he needed in the storage. Sam looks at you with a cheesy grin on his lips. “Come see me tomorrow?” He asks.
“Of course, I will,” you poke your tongue out before standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.