Chapter 2: Such Wonderful Sights

I adjusted my erection. The breeze cooled my overheated body while the sun blinded me. The girls’ group confirmed my worst fears. Their naked and near-naked bodies had tortured me all morning. My dick hurt as it pushed for escape. So far, I had witnessed a diminutive girl masturbate, a thin ghost white girl piss over her busty black friend, and the perfect girl, with blonde silky hair, large breasts, an hourglass figure, and the tiniest red bikini legally allowed, direct and film the action. I fingered the radio with a desire to ask for an early break; for medical reasons, I needed to release the pressure before I erupted.

On my right, a young Asian girl in a bright yellow, transparent suit appeared, ready to head down the slide. Her white teeth shone through dark red lips, and dark brown circles poked through her suit top. My gaze traveled back and forth between her smile and nipples until her nipples became her eyes, and her smile had turned into a frown. “Can I go yet?” she asked.

I stammered, “Yes,” and she disappeared down the blue tube.

My whole body trembled with lust and desire. My dick twitched with the slightest movement and threatened to explode. The sun warmed my chest, the breeze cooled my back, my insides burned, and my balls tingled. I needed to get down from the slide-start platform. I needed privacy to take care of my pain. Desperation for release grew.

My radio crackled, “Time for my break.” The whine in my boss’s voice lowered my erection, but only from painful to awkward. At first, my heart erupted in joy for a break until my mind processed the ‘my’ in the sentence. I hung my head. My boss gets the first break, then the old-timer lifeguard, then me, an hour, at least, before release.

“Coming down,” I yelled into the radio.

I trudged down the stairs - I could have slid down in seconds, but my shithead boss banded me from the slides. She demanded that I pay, or she would dock my pay if I used them again to save time. The many flights of stairs twisted at right angles and made a concrete and white steel mess cage around the massive central beam that the concrete structure rested on. Rusted water dribbled down the stairs and leaked off the side. Green mold spots filled the cracks. As the newest and youngest employee, I scrub all ten flights. I passed two blonde pony-tailed girls, both in bikinis, one red with blue strips, the other blue with white strips, wedged up their asses. Both had firm, pale asses, with tan lines exposed by their too-small suits. The taller blonde with smaller breasts hid something in her hand, possibly a not-allowed-in-the-park bottle of alcohol, but I didn’t care enough to stop. They smiled as I passed, then giggled as they gazed back at my tented shorts.

I woke the other lifeguard to cover the air-conditioned front desk while I sat in the sun and supervised the slide exit pool. Settled on the guard chair, I hid my erection and forced myself not to rub it. The red wooden guard bench sat on top of a red wooden structure. Paint peeled off the sides, and green covered the leg bottoms. The thirty-by-thirty exit pool had a deep end under the slide exits and tapered shallower to a set of stairs. The white pool sides had a dirt line where the lazy lifeguard hadn’t washed. Water splashes announced smiles, nipple slips, and faint slits under sheer suits.

“Are my girls behaving themselves?” the heavy teacher asked behind me.

She had a round body, as round as tall. Her massive breasts strained the black suit top with red roses over her nipples. The thin material dug deep into her shoulders. Each breast must weigh as much as the diminutive girl. While her breasts would cushion the fall, I had no idea how she walked and didn’t fall forward. She wore a green-leafed and rose-covered black skirt-suit bottom that rode up her crotch and ass while her pasty, stretched belly roll covered the top band. Due to her youthful face, I guessed her late twenties or early thirties. Shiny, dark golden-brown hair cascaded down to her lower back and parted on the right. Her pink Hello Kitty fingernails clashed with her yellow Pokémon toenails.

“Yeah,” I stammered and studied her breasts. The sheer size boggled my mind. Only porn stars had breasts like hers. Nothing else about her body mattered.

“Good,” she said and waddled to the stairs. She climbed with effort and stopped often. Her green suit bottom wedged fully up her ass. At first, she pulled it out after each step, but eventually gave up. The little Asian girl with dark brown nipples completed four runs while the teacher toiled up the first four sets of stairs. I counted and made sure the girl stayed safe by scrutinizing her brown nipples under the yellow suit top. I even offered help each time she appeared stuck in the backflow of water. She always frowned and rejected me.

“Straight out of the water,” I yelled. I ignored most girls as they hit the pool in rainbow droplet splashes, but did pay attention to the ones with suit malfunctions. Each nipple slip, breast slip, and bottom slip made my erection grow till it throbbed in pain. I needed to release the pressure, but as our breaks lasted thirty minutes each, I still had forty minutes to wait and contemplate the water rushing out of the slides.

The pair of blondes still hadn’t emerged from the slides. They likely stopped on the slide to hide from their teachers. It happens all the time. I studied the slides for uneven water flow and determined that the far-right slide must hold the girls. A scream erupted from the slide, and an empty vodka bottle shot from the tube.

I hopped down from the chair as the clear glass bottle with a dull red label swirled back towards the blue slide bottom. I didn’t care about the alcohol, but broken glass would shut the slides down to clean it up. It has only happened once this season, but the complaints and money returns caused the owners to visit the park. They fired one of my favorite fellow guards. I grabbed the bobbing bottle.

The pair of blondes soaked me as they crashed into the water. Their hair covered their faces while their suit tops slid up to their necks and exposed pairs of perky, bright white breasts that shone against the tanned skin around them. The shorter, bustier girl’s deep brown nipples stuck out like little pinky fingers, while the tall one had miniature fire-red nipples. With the sun and hair in their eyes, they hadn’t realized I stood inches away. The taller one stumbled into me.

“Oops, sorry,” she slurred and placed her cold hand on my shoulder. Long red nails dug into my skin. While the water came up to my waist, her long legs meant her crotch didn’t reach the water’s surface. The white transparent suit strip exposed her brown-haired pussy, not a natural blonde.

“Girls, you are not allowed to stop on the slide,” I began my rant. It happens so often; I had a speech prepared. The five minutes to explain the rules always left the rule breakers bored, frustrated, and cold from the cool pool water. I find that boredom does a better job than any other punishment. Either the offenders never broke the rules again or hid better.

“And...” I began to repeat some rules. With half-closed eyes, the short blonde’s mouth hung open, and her nipples had dried off. The tall blonde had sucked in her belly, bit her lip, and kept her red-tipped hands rigid. Her moist pussy grew fainter as the suit dried. Goosebumps appeared around her minuscule nipples. The cool, almost cold water, the warm sun, my lecture, and their intoxication kept the girls’ minds off their suit malfunction.

“So that, girls, is all the park rules and why you have to follow them,” I concluded my speech. The vodka bottle pointed at the taller girl. The shorter girl shivered and held her hands at her sides. She still hadn’t fixed her swimsuit top. The taller girl’s fingers fidgeted above her crotch while her hips shifted from side to side. She did the pee dance. I had talked longer to enjoy the pair of breasts. The pair shone like car lights in the sunlight. They should thank me for helping them get sun on their untanned breasts.

“I gotta go,” the taller girl said, but her friend grabbed her arm. The grin on the short girl meant she knew that her friend needed to pee and enjoyed her friend’s discomfort. The taller girl bit her lower lip and placed her hands over her crotch. Her upper legs pressed together with her feet slightly apart. I had a mental bet that she would run within the next thirty seconds.

“The lifeguard’s still talking,” the smaller one said and smiled. The tall girl’s fingers spread on her legs as she bounced in the water. My gaze followed her miniature nipples while I kept my peripheral vision on her pussy. Her hands shook and splashed water as she leaned over. Her eyes crossed.

“I gotta go,” she shouted, and deep yellow urine soaked the white fabric of her suit. Her eyes closed while she grimaced. The mustard yellow stream filled her suit, leaked out of the edges, and through the material. The blue water whisked the yellow away.

The tall girl’s eyes exploded open, and she sprinted from the pool. A mustard yellow drip followed. Her friend laughed and called, “You sure had to go!”

The short girl had her hands on her knees to hold herself above the water. Her hand-sized breasts hung down, nipples almost at the water’s surface. Pale pink lips smiled while her eyes danced in the sunlight. Her round, chubby-cheeked face glowed red with excitement. Her blonde hair hung in clumps down almost to her breasts. White water swirled around her hips, which added instead of subtracted from her sexual allure.

“That was awesome,” she muttered, “I don’t care if I pee in the pool.” A yellow cloud expanded from her crotch. Her face glowed red with a mischievous smile. Her blue-tipped fingers touched the water just above the yellow. She sighed as she finished.

The short girl stepped onto the pool stairs. Her suit bottom hung on her hips, her ass crack visible above the blue and red material. Her long, blue-tipped fingers dragged in the water, and her breasts swayed in opposition to her hips.

Too soon, she had joined her friend in the washroom, and I sat on the chair. The round teacher had made it to the last flight of stairs. She paused on the concrete landing and leaned on the white railing. Her breasts heaved with her struggle to get more oxygen. Through the stairs, the sun highlighted the top of her chest and rose-covered nipples. My dick twitched.

I adjusted myself on the chair. I needed relief. I couldn’t stand the torture these girls inflicted. I mean, I couldn’t stand with my dick so hard. Bad that it tented my shorts and pushed to escape the top band, but the pain in my balls made my legs wobbly. “Do you know CPR?” the taller teacher asked beside me, “cause she’s gonna die before she makes it to the top.”

I glanced at the tall teacher, hair in a bun, glasses, and an old-fashioned blue and green striped two-piece suit with a sheer green hip cover-up. The business suit she wore to the park had hidden her flabby belly and leg cottage cheese. She held a cigarette between her long, wrinkled fingers and blew smoke between shiny red lips. Her green eye shadow gave her eyes a lazy appearance.

“I hope not. I don’t want to have to carry her down,” I said, and immediately regretted it. Just what I need: a complaint because I implied her colleague had too much fat. The taller teacher’s eyes bulged, her mouth opened, and she grew still. I hoped she didn’t have a heart attack at my inappropriate comment. However, I could do chest compressions if needed. I thought of ways to pass off breast fondling as part of the medical procedure.

“You could just roll her to the tube and push,” the teacher said. Smoke leaked out of her nose. A breeze blew the foul tobacco smoke into my face, which helped control my desire. The heave of her breasts as she chuckled kept me hard. Her nipples tented the green fabric. I had estimated her at thirty years old, but the crow’s feet beside her eyes, the loose skin below her ears, and the lines above her bushy black eyebrows increased my estimate to at least fifty-five. I would still do her. Hell, right now, I would fuck anything with a pulse and pussy. My dick twitched, right, pulse optional.