Liz sighed, watching an especially amorous young couple who had obviously forgotten they were on a public beach. He was gorgeous, and as much as Liz would have liked to live vicariously through the redhead he was pawing for a few minutes, she blew her whistle anyway.
The pair looked more than a little embarrassed when they finally realized after the second tweet that the whistle was meant for them.
Shaking her head to toss her tawny curls, a few of which were sticking to her lotion-covered shoulders, she chuckled and resumed her watch.
It was always a mixed bag for Elizabeth whenever one of her lifeguards called in sick. There was a great deal of work not getting done while she sat atop the watch chair, but the scenery almost made it worthwhile. The beach was teeming with muscular, bare-chested young men, and every one was giving his all to attracting the eyes of girls in skimpy bikinis. With a birds-eye view and a perfectly respectable reason to be letting her eyes roam, Liz could drink it all in.
"Damn, those two needed to get a room, huh?"
Liz looked down at the two blond boys standing below her watch chair. They were doing a poor job - probably intentional - of hiding their lusty admiration of her body. Her bikini wasn't much more conservative than those of the daring girls frolicking in the sand or the lake. Though she was pushing forty, Liz had the benefit of good genes and regular exercise on her side. Her ample bosom and lush figure never failed to attract attention.
It was finding time to pursue the possibilities that was the problem.
Giving a nod and a grin, she answered, "Mmm hmm."
The pair laughed and headed back toward the water. Liz just heard the word MILF drifting back to her from their hushed conversation. It wasn't entirely accurate, as she didn't have any children, but she appreciated the sentiment anyway.
Fortunately, the final shift of lifeguards all showed up, freeing Liz to deal with a dozen things that needed her attention. She slipped a pair of shorts and a tank top over her bikini. Upon returning to the concession stand, which also housed her office, she got down to work.
Elizabeth finished updating the accounts in her computer and smiled. Though putting in the golf course around the lake had been expensive, it was proving a godsend. Even in the sputtering economy, the variable challenge and inspired design of the course drew in enough golfers to keep the park profitable. Word of mouth was spreading fast, and tee times were filling up faster each year. Her father had even lived long enough to see his dream come true and play a few rounds before he slipped away.
With a little luck, she would be able to pass a successful park to her nephew when he graduated college. She could then retire with a clear conscience that the park would remain in the family.
The phone rang, reminding her that she still had another year of minding the park before that happy moment could happen. When she answered, the voice on the other end piqued her interest. Troy was the principal of the high school now, but back when they were students there, they had hooked up a few times. As she recalled, the sex had been rather fantastic.
Putting a little flirty excitement in her voice, she said, "It's so good to hear from you, Troy. Where have you been keeping yourself?"
"Work keeps me pretty busy, and it doesn't really stop when the school year ends. That's why I called you, actually."
A little crestfallen that this wasn't a social call, as Troy was recently divorced, Liz asked, "What can I do for you?"
"Well, I just found out that two boys from the senior class cheated on their community service requirement. They had someone sign for eight hours and then went fishing. They're not really bad kids, so I had a talk with them and convinced them to do those eight hours in exchange for me not telling their parents.
"So, I was wondering if you might have something that needed done around there? I know you won't let them get away with cheating, and I thought that you might be willing to keep it a secret."
"I'm sure I can find something suitably sweaty for them to do," Liz answered with a laugh. "I actually have quite a few things that need taken care of, and if I have some helping hands, I won't have to ask the lifeguards to do it for me."
"When can you use them?"
"Now would work." She laughed again.
"Give me an hour and I'll send them along."
"That'll be perfect. I'll leave word with the gate guards to let them in. Just send them to the beach and I'll put them to work."
"I owe you one."
"I'll hold you to that," Liz responded, able to think of several ways to collect that he would probably enjoy as much as she did. "Don't be such a stranger. Bye."
Liz hung up the phone and started drawing up a list, knowing that her lifeguards would go home happy today when they didn't have to stay late after the beach closed at six.
The last couple of people trudged up the beach at closing time, closely followed by the lifeguards. As soon as Liz latched the gate behind them, she hurried back to her watch post near the showers.
She couldn't hold back the hungry growl that escaped her when she saw the two shirtless young men raking the sand out on the beach.
Kyle had the lean musculature of a swimmer, his chest bare shaven and his blond hair cropped close. Steve was the complete opposite, hulking large next to his friend with the body of a linebacker and dark curls adorning his broad chest. They were both dripping with sweat in the almost-stifling humidity, and looked absolutely delicious to Liz.
As much as she'd liked to have admired the fine examples of manliness, there was still work to be done. The admissions were already counted, but she'd sent home the cashier from the concession stand as soon as they turned the sign to closed. The only consolation was that the beach would take a long time to rake out, and she had them for another two hours today, with four more tomorrow.
Liz made a mental note to grab an extra pack of double-A batteries for her vibrator before she headed home tonight.
With all the money from the beach in the overnight deposit bag a while later; Liz went out to check on the progress of her strapping temporary help. Only about ten feet of the beach remained unraked, and the bucket of assorted debris looked suitably full. They may have shirked their responsibility before, but the two young men appeared to be making a genuine attempt to do the job right now.
Liz remained hidden in the shadows watching the play of the young men's muscles as they raked. She could hear them talking, but couldn't make out any of the words. Slipping a hand between her legs, she caressed the building need there through the two layers of cloth. It wasn't nearly enough, but that would have to wait until she got home.
Engrossed in watching them and touching herself, Liz barely had time to duck back from the archway between the shower entrances when Kyle bent down to pick up the bucket and the pair turned to walk her way.
Taking a moment to tug her bikini bottom out of the cleft of her nether lips and pluck at the top clinging to her stiff nipples, Liz regained her composure. She walked back into the archway just as the two men approached.
"Good job. Just dump the bucket into the trash can, and then you can take the trash out back to the dumpster."
"Okay, Ms. Wallace," Steve answered, his deep voice sending chills up and down her spine.
"Please - just Liz. Grab the bags from the cans out on the beach, this one here, and the two by the concession stand."
"Got it," Kyle said as he popped the top off the can and upended the bucket into it.
"I'll be in the concession stand seeing what I need brought down from upstairs. Come see me when you finish with that."
Elizabeth turned and walked to the concession stand, letting her hips sway just a little on a whim. They've got me all hot and bothered, so they deserve a little tease to get even, she thought, wondering if they were watching.
Feeling delightfully naughty after her strut, Liz grabbed a pen and paper to take stock of what she would need brought down from the freezers upstairs. It had been a brisk day of business, so quite a few things were running low. She was nearly done when she heard voices emerging from the vent hood over the grill.
Liz had learned the hard way that, when turned off, the hood served as a perfect listening post to hear anyone on the other side of the thick block wall. Her father had overheard some things about her that he really didn't want to know one day when she was talking with a girlfriend outside. She had heard his gasp the same way he heard her, when she was right in the middle of telling her friend about the blowjob she'd given the night before.
Mindful that they could hear her as well as she could hear them, Liz leaned under the vent hood.
"Damn, those are some big tits," Steve said. "I'd like a mouthful of that."
"Did you see that ass when she walked away? Fuck, man. Can't believe my brother got some of that."
"I don't believe it either. That four-eyed geek brother Gary of yours never tapped that."
"I believe it. Have you seen that hottie he's fucking now?"
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