Chapter 5: Girls Like Showing Off

When I arrived at the bottom of the slides, my fellow guard had left to cover my boss’s lunch. As no one rode the slides, I gazed at the girls on their colorful blankets behind the chair. The sun shone off their smooth skin, sparkled on their electronics, and many pulled swimsuit straps down and swimsuit bottoms up into their ass cracks for a more even tan.

The quad of Ten, the perfect girl with a firm ass split by her red string bikini; Ghost, her pale skin glowed under her black bikini; Burly, her white suit bottom pulled up her oversized ass cheeks; and Tiny, the smallest in her one piece blue swimsuit that had slipped at the crotch area to show her pubic hair, lay on their fronts beside each other, asses in my direction, and watched something on the Ten’s phone. My much-used dick throbbed at the memory of my dick in her tanned ass that the red string accented, not enough to stiffen it, but close.

I recognized a few girls from their suit malfunctions, but for the most part, they all merged into a kaleidoscope of skin and skimpy fabric.

“Are my girls behaving?” the taller teacher, Mrs. Star, asked while a cigarette dangled from her lips. She wore a horrible fitted suit; the top didn’t support her breasts enough, so they drooped, while the bottom, with its mini skirt, hung low on her hips and bunched at her crotch.

With a flick of her finger, her cigarette sailed away; the lit tip sparkled against the blue sky before it landed in a puddle. As the most junior guard at the park, I would have to clean that up.

“No littering,” I intoned, out of reflex, not concern. If I timed the end of the shift right, I would leave that butt and the many others for tomorrow’s guards.

She smiled at me, climbed the chair, pushed me over, and sat beside me. The chair, a small bench, barely fit us. Her warm thigh and shoulder pressed against me. She wore lavender perfume that didn’t cover the ash cigarette scent. She reached up and pulled her hair out of her ponytail, and it cascaded over her shoulders and halfway down her back. The sun added golden auburn highlights to her dark brown, almost black, hair.

“I’m glad we came today. It’s so nice to relax and let my hair down,” Mrs Star said with a smile and a raspy voice that had a sing-song quality.

I ignored her. I have liked older women in the past, but today I had cute young girls to stare at, and for some strange reason, fuck. While I get dates, I have never received so much attention from such beautiful girls or had so much sex.

A short girl, whom I called Breasty because her massive breasts dwarfed her petite body, flew out of the slide and slammed into the water. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a suit malfunction, and her breasts remained contained, though her erect nipples tented the fabric as water dripped off the bottom swell. Her large breasts bounced and trapped my attention.

“Straight out of the water,” I yelled in reflex. I wanted Breasty to walk towards me, to see those breasts up close.

“Are you straight?” the teacher asked. It took me a moment to process what she meant, not just because of the strange question but also because the large breasts that walked towards me consumed most of my little brainpower. Breasty smiled with her back arched to better let her breasts lead the way.

“Yeah, but I don’t care what others do,” I commented as Breasty turned away and walked back towards the stairs for another slide. Her suit sagged in the back and exposed the top of her ass crack. Her enormous ass swayed side to side as she walked away from me.

“That’s good because I like both,” her voice dropped an octave,” and love how mature and developed my little girls have grown.”

I glanced at her; her gaze followed Breasty’s ass. Mrs. Star turned her hazel eyes, with bright sun spots around the pupil and forest green eyeshadow, to me and said, “I remember when she came to our school. She was so scared that she cried for her mommy every day for the first week. Now, well, look at her, so grown.” She sneered and gazed into my eyes as if she dared me to dispute the claim or make an inappropriate comment. Her gaze lingered, and I studied her skin texture, the lines beside her eyes, the blemish beside her nose, and her long black eyelashes. I dared her to break eye contact, but she continued with a small smile—an understanding passed between us, and a competition started to see who would break the stare first.

She didn’t know that I won most staring contests between my fellow guards. We lifeguards spent most of our days so bored that we told stories, riddles, and jokes until we knew all of them, and then we moved on to contests. I excelled at breath-holding and staring, while I was only okay at balance, strength, and pain tolerance.

I narrowed my eyes to have better eye control. Mrs. Star did the same, obviously a master like me. I placed my hand on her shoulder to distract her. She almost closed her eyes at my touch, but kept them open. I massaged her warm, sunburned shoulder. Her hand moved to my thigh; her firm hand squeezed my muscle. It almost worked, but I focused and copied her; my cooler hand touched her warm, soft, pillowy skin. She copied my smile and shifted her hand higher on my thigh, so I copied her hand and moved mine higher. My dick twitched and hardened while she shivered and spread her legs a hands width.

The higher she moved her hand, the higher I moved mine. Our eyes narrowed. The lack of moisture on my eyeballs hurt, but I didn’t dare lose this contest. Small tears appeared at the base of her eyes. Ivory, a nice way to say yellowish white, teeth shone between her lips. I kept my focus on everywhere but her eyes.

Her hand moved under my short leg and brushed my dick; her nails made little scratches on the sensitive used skin. My eyes widened, but I kept focused and debated whether I wanted to do the same to her. She gently caressed my dick, and I decided to slip my fingers under her suit. Her legs spread to allow better access, and my fingertips touched her moist, hairless lips, pressed and moved up and down. Her eyes narrowed as moisture on her lower lids sparkled in the sunlight. Her lips pursed. My middle finger slipped between, almost into her hole, while my pinky searched for her clit.

My dick would need much more stimulation after everything this morning, while I bet she would explode any moment. She groaned but kept her eyes open. Her lavender scent grew in strength and caused my eyes to water. With a light pet and my fingertip just inside her soaked hole, her eyes widened; she shook, let go of my dick, and used both her hands to hold my wrist and shove my hand against her pussy. Her hips bucked. Her eyes narrowed. A wet warmth covered my hand. I broke the stare to gaze down. She pissed on my hand. The warm, yellow-tinged liquid leaked down the guard chair and dripped on the platform to form a puddle before it spilled over the side.

Shit, I lost the staring contest, but I got to finger Mrs. Star, in public, on the guard chair. ‘In public, shit,’ I thought and glanced around to see if anyone noticed. Breasty stood wide-eyed in the water, her hands buried in the white water between her legs, her arm frantic as she rubbed herself. I stared at her breasts as she jiggled.

“That was nice,” Mrs. Star moved my hand away and stepped off the chair. Her swimsuit had a large wet stain while pee sparkled on her legs. I flicked my hand and splashed pee off to the side. A first for me, and I did not enjoy getting pissed on. While nasty and warm, my hand now smelled like piss, and the fowl yellow liquid pooled on the guard chair.

The teacher joined Breasty in the water to rinse off her body. The girl kept her gaze on me while she rubbed; she hadn’t noticed her teacher beside her with the noise and swirl of the water. A breeze cooled my dick, and I realized that the teacher had pulled it out of my shorts and exposed it to Breasty in the water. I left it out for Breasty to finish. She shuddered and then, with a beat red face, rushed out of the water, her wide ass flexed as she over-strode across the concrete toward her friends on the blanket. Mouse, an awkward, mousy brown-haired girl who wore a striped one-piece swimsuit, looked up in concern. The busty girl flung herself down on her orange and blue towel and hugged her friend.

Mrs. Star finished washing off and walked towards me. The water dripped off her large breasts and pulled the ill-fitted top down to expose most of her breasts; only her nipples and the area below the water swell remained covered. She pulled up her suit bottom as she stumbled in the turbulent water.

“Thanks, that was fun. Too bad you lost the staring contest,” Mrs. Star smirked and returned to the picnic table. Her suit bottom slipped and exposed the top of her ass crack. Her wrinkled upper legs danced as she strutted.

I hopped off the chair, retrieved the hose, and hosed the stand. The yellow piss swirl flowed across the grey concrete and down the silver, rusted drain. The chair still had a faint piss odor even after the wash.

My dick calmed down and went to sleep while I struggled to stay awake in the hot sun. I added more sunscreen and drank more water, but I needed food. I always hated it when only three of us worked; it meant that I didn’t get lunch until very late. I had brought a sandwich and cookies, but my stupid boss would not let us eat on the guard chair. At one point, she banned water on the chairs, but a visit from Health and Safety changed her mind.

I watched the pool and yelled,” Straight out of the water,” while I enjoyed the various girls in bikinis. Nipples, the Asian with the big brown nipples under her see-through yellow suit, returned to the slide. I enjoyed it when her nipples appeared after each slide and her exposed ass as she walked away from me. Her scrape still looked red and raw, but she smiled each time I caught her gaze. The memory of her in the room with my boss was superimposed each time she adjusted her suit.

Three giggling girls, one black - Chub and two Hispanic, Bueno and Guapo, walked up to the guard chair. All three had smallish breasts for their frames and slight bellies between their small tops and bottoms. The black girl wore a navy blue suit cut too high on her hips. Her small fat rolls pushed around the strap while her hips flared out and made her appear fatter. She wore a high ponytail, and her coarse black hair hung to her neck. She had a sweet face with chubby cheeks and dark red lips. Her breasts hung to the sides with a palm-sized gap between them.

Bueno, the taller Hispanic girl who followed close behind Chub, almost like she wanted to hide her body, wore a thin white top that didn’t provide enough support, so her moderate-sized breasts hung down and appeared they would escape with the wrong movement. She had short hair that looked awful around her long face and big ears.