In 1985 I was a thirty-four-year-old head lifeguard in Southern California. I had a sweet gig really. My life up till then was almost the direct plot from that old Sam Elliot movie ‘Lifeguard’ from the 70’s. I was quite content and having an adult job didn’t interest me. In fact, it had been the only job I had ever had, since becoming a Jr. Lifeguard in the 60’s. I could not even imagine a job where I couldn’t hear the waves crashing and be looking at beautiful, tanned girls in bikinis all day long. And having saved a few lives over the years made it morally rewarding too.

I had banged my share of Beach Bettys through the years, but at thirty-four I had grown more cautious with regards to getting involved with too young a woman. I had bedded down an eighteen-year-old, smoking hot Hispanic Chica when I was thirty-three that came on strong and was just too irresistible to turn down. I lucked out on that one with no repercussions, but I didn’t want to push my luck and risk my ‘career’ at this stage of life. I had very few skills to fall back on. A crazy teenage girl’s crush on a lifeguard can cause all kinds of problems. I had seen it happen too many times. God did not supply enough blood to operate an erect penis and the brain at the same time.

Ironically, the woman who owned one of the food concessions on the Boardwalk was named Betty too. All the lifeguards called her Boardwalk Betty. I had known her for twenty years or so, ever since I was a Jr. Lifeguard in the mid-60’s. She had built a very successful business, worked hard, and ran it basically by herself. Betty was fifty-three, but you would not have guessed it. She exercised and was in super good shape for any age. One amazing feature was her perfect breasts. These tits weren’t store bought! They were the real deal, and as firm and round as a much younger woman. Add to that a pair of well-toned legs and it was a very attractive package. She was on her second marriage to a much older man, and I got the impression it was not a union made in heaven. She had an air of sexual frustration about her somehow. When he was down at her shop they always seemed to be fighting. I had always flirted with Betty unmercifully forever to make her smile. I had spent hours talking with her through the years.