Lifeguard at the Water Park

Chapter 1 - Today, I Wasn’t Bored

I wiped my hand across my brow. Today would set heat records, a day for the history books.

Most days, I hated lifeguarding. I hated dealing with shitty kids, shitty parents, and a shitty boss. The sun gave me deep bronze skin in the summer, but now, in late fall, it sucked. The allure of the expansive blue sky, green forests, and yellow fields no longer made up for the sweat, burn lines, and dehydration. A breeze blew the correct temperature and amount. Too cool meant the girls covered up and didn’t slide, while not enough meant they hid in the shade. Today, the girls will have pointy nipples under their skimpy suits. They will slide and experience the inevitable suit slips-memories to last a lifetime.

I sat on the crappy wooden wobbly chair and pondered the four sun-faded blue slides. On busy days, with long lines of sliders, we had up to four guards - friends to talk, laugh, and play stupid pranks with, but on a weekday, during school, I sat alone at the top of the world, disconnected from everyone. The park stayed open for a few school group field trips. I hated those. The teachers dumped the kids and retreated to the farthest picnic table to smoke and complain, to leave us with sugar-filled, unsupervised children. I drank from my cool water bottle before the sun turned it warm.

I tossed the empty water bottle. Today, we only had one group, a private girls’ school. I dreaded the snotty girls’ demands and the sexual frustration of teenagers in skimpy swimsuits and dimpled faces, unable to touch them for fear of complaints, job loss, or jail. I had a future, not a bright one, but better than a drab, boring cell. I glanced at a dust cloud in the distance; it meant no time to refill my bottle.

The group arrived in a shiny blue and silver private bus. Air brakes squealed and pierced my solitude. My dick twitched in excitement. Of course, they rode in a custom fancy bus with blackened windows to keep the rich, snobby girls comfortable. Dust from the long road covered the bus sides, but inside, I bet, not a speck of dirt on the perfect cloth seats, filled with girls who complained online how they had to slum it at an out-of-the-way, decrepit waterslide park instead of a beach in Bali, or some other exotic location. Two female teachers, one round and the other chubby and a head taller, exited and stood in the heat, hands hiding their eyes from the sun as they scrutinized our weed-infested chain link fence, multi-shaded white building, and the four blue slides attached to the concrete and white metal tower where I stood.

They walked to the cashier, my boss, to pay while a line of blue and silver uniformed girls followed. Only three of us worked the park today: my shitty, fat fuck boss, the other guard, an over-seasoned, grey-haired lifer who napped at the slide bottom, and me. With only twenty-three patrons, we didn’t need much staff. Legally, three. The girls wore blue and silver blazers and pleated skirts with pure white socks and black shoes. They showed every style of thigh: thin, fat, pale, tanned, brown, and black. My mouth watered at what those skirts and blazers hid. Well-styled hair, expert makeup, and a teenage carefree attitude made my heart race and skip beats as they wiggled, jostled, and posed in a messy line.

The girls entered the park with giggles and screams. In their school uniform, all the girls had perfected their unique look; however, things changed when they squeezed into their bathing suits. More skin does not mean a better appearance. Most had no idea how to pick a suit to accentuate their bodies and chose to expose instead of style. Young girls often had wide hips, wrinkles under their asses, little bellies, and saggy, non-proportioned tits. Add the messy, water-soaked hair, running makeup, and pale, pasty skin, and the girls looked sexier in clothes. I still loved the skimpy swimsuits and would fuck any one of them. I moved the platform edge to witness the transformation between the changeroom entrance and exit.

As expected, the two teachers retreated to the furthest picnic table. They removed their blue-silver clothes to expose bikinis. Even from my height and distance, they had oversized, sagging breasts and fat asses, but in a desirable way. Just those two made me semi-erect. If these two frumpy teachers had me this excited, the young girls would torture me today. They sat at the brown table, and the taller one pulled out a banned-in-the-park cigarette. I’ll not tell.

The girls exited the shadowed changing room with an eruption of skin, skimpy bright fabrics, and excitement. The world paused while I studied each girl; twenty-one, I counted. They represented every shade of skin and hair. For a private school, they had a diverse mix of girls. They also had a mix of bodies: tall, thin, busty, flat, heavy, muscled, and every other teenage body type. My mind spun at the selection. Most girls spread towels on the patchy grass and laid their near-naked bodies to burn in the morning sun.

My dick grew with my desire, and I slid a hand down my shorts to adjust and tug. My lust threatened to overwhelm me as I hadn’t had sex in over a week. I wanted to jerk off to the girl candy. A fire grew in my body as my stomach twisted. Giggles echoed up the stairs as a group of four climbed.

They arrived out of breath but still smiled as the blonde handed me a jewel-covered pink phone, “Take a picture of us with this great view.” A cherry scent complemented her sun-sparkled silver braces. Her red string bikini struggled to hold her breasts. Her bottoms showed a well-defined camel toe, and she must shave because no hair peeked out. The sun glowed off her light cream legs while her fake press-on rubies sparkled on her bright red toenails and matching fingernails. She stood with her back to the slides and gestured for the other three to join her.

On the left, a girl with inky black hair in two French braids joined her. She wore a frown and an identical black string bikini over hand-sized breasts with tufts of raven black pubic hair peeking out the sides. Her black nails and lipstick stood out against her ghost-white skin as if she stepped out of a black-and-white photo. The blonde slipped her arm around the girl’s shoulder and pulled her in tight.

A large black girl strode to stand on the ghost-white girl’s left. Not a fat girl, but muscled and broad, with a mass of hair around her chiseled face. Black breasts almost spilled out of her white sports bikini, while her deep brown hips flared out the sides. Her deep brown arm wrapped around the black and white girl’s waist.

With a bounce, a diminutive, ultra-thin girl with shoulder-length, dirty-brown hair, no chest nor hips, under a one-piece, competition-style, blue swimsuit, joined on the right. She wore no makeup, and her fingers had chipped or missing blue fingernail polish. She appeared the youngest, but given how hormones and teenage development worked, she might be the oldest. I have always preferred curvy to flat, but I would make an exception for the mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

They leaned forward to show more cleavage.

“Say cheese,” I pointed the pink phone camera at them. What a selection. I had a vision of the black girl’s ass in front of me, my dick slamming into her deep brown pussy, while the blonde and ivory-skinned girl played with each other, and the little skinny one sat on my shoulders for me to enjoy her pussy. I wished I had my phone, but my stupid boss made me leave it in the locker. This pose made these girls a top ten moment. My dick jumped to a painful erection while cherry, lilac, rose, and sour musk blew in the breeze. I took as many pictures as they allowed.

“Great,” the blond said, grabbed the phone, and covered me with a cherry scent. She studied the display while I studied her. A perfect female with breasts slightly too large for her frame. A narrow waist with long, thin legs. Her oval face, slightly upturned nose, pink glossed lips, and blonde wavy hair would make any man hard. Add her freckles, long brown eyelashes, and the excitement and energy of a teenager, and I would do anything she wanted.

“Did you want me to hold it while you went down the slide? You know, so it doesn’t get wet,” I asked as my gaze stayed on her breasts and darted between each nipple dent.

“No, it’s waterproof,” she said and dove head-first down the middle right slide, leaving a burning image of her firm ass on my retinas. The most beautiful person in the world just jumped down the slide. She left me. I desired to follow her, to catch her, and pledge my everything to her while I fucked and sucked every inch of her.

“Feet first!” I shouted in reflex.

The ghost-white girl and the black girl slid together. The way they held each other made me question their gender preference. I didn’t care who someone liked as long as they let me like who I liked. “One at a time!” I yelled after them.

Too late, and I didn’t care.

“Your friends are not good at following rules,” I said as I contemplated the oversized blue eyes on the diminutive girl. The little thing shivered. Likely afraid of heights. It happened all the time. I groaned that I would have to coax her to either slide or walk down the stairs. It always took forever. The girl stared at me, her budding breasts denting the thin suit fabric. Fear always made a girl’s nipples grow.

“Listen, fear is normal. Everyone has fear. The secret is to confront your fears. Face them head-on. Be brave. The only way to overcome fear is to face it.” I knew the speech. Sometimes, it worked, but most of the time, it didn’t. Her blood-drained face and rigid body told me I would have to carry her down. My mind immediately jumped to her on my shoulders, her pussy in my mouth, while I walked her down. Dangerous but tasty. Her whole body shivered, and little goosebumps appeared on her arms. Her little nipples mesmerized me.

“That’s what my teachers say,” she squeaked.

“They’re right. Did you want me to help you?” I asked and stood up. My erection tented my red shorts and pointed at her. I didn’t care. I wanted her to know what she and her friends had done to me. My erection will hurt all day because of them. She glanced at it before her gaze returned to my eyes for comfort and support.

I offered my hand. Her stare stayed on my eyes while her body trembled. The sun caused heat waves to rise behind her, but the cool breeze evaporated my sweat before it slid down my cheek. Her rectangular body with the budding bumps stirred a protective instinct within me. I wanted to lick her to distract her from her fear.

Her dainty, cold hand grabbed mine.

I led the little thing to the shortest, shallowest slide. A sour musk radiated in the space while the water sloshed around our feet. Her head came up to my chest, yet her long legs meant my hips only had a few inches of height over hers. I helped her sit and then, before she could say anything, pushed.

Her scream echoed up the slide, leaving only her sour musk behind. She would likely complain to my boss, but I didn’t care, as I didn’t plan on working here next year. Her word against mine meant my boss couldn’t fire me. Besides, patrons rarely complained; instead, they remained at the bottom, too scared to say anything. She and her friends will likely return to their towels, upset about what I did, but too scared to return. I retreated to my stool and gazed at the pink and brown skin in bright swimsuits on their colorful towels.

I began to zone out when the four girls reappeared. The blonde scowled, her pink lips making her red cheeks more cute than scary. Shit, I didn’t think they would confront me. The other three stood behind her, the tiny one with arms crossed, in front of the ghost girl, while the black girl had her arms around both.

“Did you push her?” the blonde asked and stepped into my personal space with her large breasts thrust out to strain the bikini top. I struggled but managed to glance up. That didn’t help. The redness of her cheeks and the perfect pink lips made her appear more fuckable than dangerous. Her wet, blonde hair framed her angry face, prominent cheekbones under her crystal blue eyes. I wanted to increase her anger so I could witness this longer.

“She needed to overcome her fear. I helped,” I said, and hoped she wouldn’t expose me to my boss. I didn’t want to deal with another reprimand. The blonde, while the poor red string bikini strained to hold her breasts, had one clenched fist while the other held her pink phone. Goosebumps dotted her arms as her chest flushed red.

“No, you weren’t. She’s not afraid of heights,” the blonde growled and turned toward the slide. The red string of her bikini disappeared between her ass cheeks. A defined line under each cheek drew my gaze, and I tried to catch a glimpse of her asshole or pussy. With arms streamlined forward, legs straight back, she dove.

“Feet first!” I yelled and turned to the other girls. The black-haired and the black girl sat feet first and held each other on the far blue slide. Water gurgled around them and hid their hips in bubbles. The ghost girl still frowned like the world didn’t matter, while the black girl showed bright white teeth between her dark red lips.

“One at a time,” I said, exasperated.

“Why?” the black girl turned, her large, uncovered breast slipped out from between them. Holy shit, she didn’t have a top. How did I miss that? She had stood on the platform and sat on the slide, yet I hadn’t noticed. It made me doubt my ability to guard. If I hadn’t noticed the pair of black tits, what else have I missed? The pair left before I could process whether she wore bottoms.

I turned to the diminutive girl. She held her hands in front as if to stop a tremble. Goosebumps joined her tiny breast bumps. Her frown appeared wrong on her pudgy-cheeked face as if she had decided to try her lips down instead of always up. Her pink skin grew darker and lighter blotches while the water dried on it.

“Sorry, I pushed you. Sometimes it helps,” I said.

“That’s okay,” she mumbled and stared at the ground, “I know I need to be brave. I am just scared.”

She appeared more nervous than scared, like someone about to do something new instead of dangerous. She rested her teeth on her lower lip. She had almost no eyebrows or eyelashes, and while red covered her cheeks and ears, her neck and jaw appeared washed out.

“Nothing to be scared of,” I said, then added with a chuckle, “except fear itself.”

“Close your eyes,” she mumbled.

She half-grinned at me but continued to hold her hands in front. Her sour musk scent grew as the slight breeze blew around her face and fluttered her hair. Thin lips paled as they pressed harder together while she peered at me from the bottom of her eyes. She had a skin crease just above her button nose. I like curvy, but her baby face grew my lust. She must taste sweet.

“What?” I asked, unsure of what she said or meant.

“Please, I can do this if you close your eyes,” she mumbled. Her minuscule body shivered against the vast blue sky while her toes tightened as if to grip the concrete platform. She held her hands tight to her chest as if to protect herself; the slight forearm muscles flexed as she squeezed.

“I’m not supposed to,” I said, but closed my eyes.

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

The light breeze drew her sour and now metallic musk to me and caused goosebumps to cover my arms in the warm sun. The water rushed and gurgled and hid whatever noises she made. The slide sound hadn’t bothered me since the first week. When I started this job, it annoyed me so much that I wondered how anyone could spend hours and hours with the noise. Now, it blended into the background, like the view and the clean scent of chlorine.

“You can open them,” she said, her voice a smidge louder than the slides and wind gusts.

I opened my eyes to her nude body. She stood with her arms rigid at her side, her little red bumps pointed at me, with thin brown pubic hair sporadic around a little slit. She had no hips. The sun shone across her shoulders and pointed to her breast buds. My mouth opened and closed while thoughts of jail, of police, and of licking her pussy rushed through me. My dick hurt as it pushed against my shorts.

“Thanks, I was afraid,” she half-grinned.

“Of what?” I asked as my gaze darted between her pussy and breast buds with berry-red nipples. I wanted to lick those round bits, trail my tongue down her flat stomach, pause at her belly button, and then finish with my tongue buried in her thin, dark-pink slit.

“Being naked in public,” she smiled. “They’re right, it’s not so bad. I understand why so many girls like it. It’s freeing and exciting.”

Her strawberry nipples shone in the sunlight while highlights in her mousy brown hair gave her a halo of pure innocence. I stepped towards her just as the other three arrived.

“You did it, congratulations,” the blonde exclaimed and rushed to hug her.

The other two stood off to the side. The black girl’s huge black breasts sagged, their dark-brown nipples pointed at the ground, bright sunspots on each breast. She had taken off her bottoms. Pussy lips dangled and pushed through her thick black pubic hair. The ghost-white girl had raised but drawn together eyebrows and flared nostrils, and her frown quivered as she leaned back on the black girl.

The blonde released the little girl and turned to the other two, “You know what this means.”

The ghost girl nodded while the black girl pulled her closer. The black girl frowned, her body rigid, yet she leaned forward as if in anticipation. Her breasts swayed and jiggled as she trembled. The ghost girl attempted to hug away the black girl’s anxiety.

The blonde turned to the little girl, “Pose.”

The thin girl smiled, raised her arms above her head, and thrust out her little buds. The blonde took pictures as the little girl spun, waved her arms, and squatted to spread her pussy, showing her deep red slit. She moved to all fours and pulled her ass cheeks apart to show her little asshole.

“How does it feel?” the ghost girl asked.

“Wonderful. I don’t know what I was so afraid of. It’s the greatest day of my life,” the little girl said. The sun lit her ass like a spotlight for the blonde’s camera. Her moist slit shone while the thin pubic hair fluttered in the wind. Her swimsuit lay in a wet heap beside her left leg.

‘And mine,’ I thought.

“Your turn,” the blond said while she turned to the pair. They stood and hugged each other. The ghost girl squeezed the black girl, her white hands on the deep-brown breasts. The pair reminded me of all the famous anti-racism posters, except neither girl smiled.

The black girl whined, “But it’s gross, and I don’t want to.”

“Chicken,” the blonde stepped closer, “you need to do it.”

My mouth watered at the naked black girl. I wanted her black breasts to dangle over me, to have her nipple in my mouth while I fingered her meaty pussy. I wanted to fuck her cleavage, her butterfly pussy, and her muscular ass.

“Are you ready?” the blonde asked the ghost girl, who nodded and stared at something over the blonde’s shoulder. I followed the gaze to the little girl, who sat against the white, rust-splotched rail. Her head tilted back as if to stare at the sky with her legs straight out. Her mouth spread wide, with lips pulled back to show her teeth and tongue. Her right hand played with her left nipple while her left hand rubbed her pussy.

The blonde turned and recorded with her phone. The little girl’s hips thrust into her hand while she moaned and pinched her nipple. Her back arched. Her head disappeared behind her, only her chin visible. Her strawberry buds pointed at the heavens as she rubbed and squeezed until she screamed and collapsed against the rail. “Best day ever,” she mumbled.

The blonde lowered the phone and turned to the black girl, who had moved to a slide to escape. Caught in the act, she had one black hand on the slide edge, the other at her side, while one breast leaned toward the slide and the other back toward us. A scowl creased her face as she wobbled against the rushing water that pushed and attempted to trip her down the slide.

“Now. Do it now!” the blonde shouted. The black girl stopped, and her eyes grew wide before she nodded. The breeze brought me mixed chlorine, lilac, and citrus scents. My poor dick hurt as it pressed against my shorts. The diminutive girl masturbated in public, so why couldn’t I? I knew why. I wanted to save myself to fuck one of these girls. Ideally, the blonde one, but any would do.

The black girl knelt in the small pool of water. Her black breasts shone in the sun as spray droplets made a partial rainbow. The ghost girl stood beside her with almost a smile. The black eyeliner had partially run, and her thick black eyelashes stuck together. The braids hung over her shoulders and pointed to her breasts under the black string bikini. The ghost girl stepped into the water and pulled the black girl’s face towards her pussy.

White ass flexed, the ghost girl pulled her bikini bottom aside and began to piss on the black girl. The sparkling yellow stream splashed across the deep brown face, covering it with liquid that dripped down between the chin cleft, down her breasts to drip off each nipple, down between her breasts to her round belly, through her black jungle of pubic hair, and mixed with the swirling water. The black girl drank from the stream, gurgling louder than the slides. The blond recorded.

I stepped closer to see better. The urine smell overpowered my senses while the piss stream went on and on. The black girl moaned and fingered herself, with three fingers deep in her thick pussy. As the stream tapered off, the ivory-skinned girl stepped forward for the black girl to lick her clean. The black girl rubbed her own and the ghost girl’s clit. Her breath ragged while her body twisted and turned to give her hand better access.

The ghost girl held the black girl’s head to her pussy. Both moaned together - one echoed from the slide opening, the other muffled and in more desperation. The deep brown fingers thrust past the thick brown lips and exposed a pink hole, the perfect size for my rock-solid dick. The other brown fingers dug into the ghost girl’s pussy and clit. The ghost-white ass thrust forward and smashed her hips on the black girl’s face.

The ghost girl stood and vibrated with her orgasm. The black girl shuddered; the ghost girl’s white hands lost their grip on her head, and with a splash, outstretched deep brown limbs, and an orgasmic and fear-filled scream, the black girl fell backward down the tube. The ghost girl clawed at thin air while her head rolled back and forth before she dove down the slide. In reflex, I yelled, “Feet first.”

“They did well,” the blonde said and turned to the little girl, who stood with her chest and hips thrust forward. The sunlight bathed her right side and made her glow.

“I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it. And you masturbated in public,” the blonde hugged the little girl.

“It was fun,” the diminutive girl said and squeezed the blonde’s ass.

The tiny girl’s face pressed into the blonde’s breasts. The thin red string shifted up the blonde’s back as her upper back muscles flexed. The short fingers couldn’t quite reach the blonde’s ass or pussy. “Thanks for making me do it,” the diminutive girl said as they broke the hug.

The blonde turned to me and said, “You’d better not tell anyone.”

She stood with her hands on her hips, her right hip shifted to the left. The wind blew wisps of her hair over her face while she scowled at me, her diamond-shaped face half-shaded, her pale, crystal blue eyes half-closed. Her red suit bottom cut into her hips. Her left pussy lip hung out the side. “You helped me with those two,” she said and turned towards the slide.

I stammered and groped for a reply, but only nodded. My eyes didn’t know where to focus. The little girl with her budding breasts, moist slit, or the blonde’s perfect naked ass, split by the red string, with her pussy on partial display. My erection hurt. I wanted to pull down my shorts and fuck her and the little girl. My dick throbbed at the vision of sliding into the little girl’s tiny virgin pussy and then into the comfortable blonde girl’s well-used pussy before I spewed into the black girl’s ass. Shit, I forgot about the ghost girl. The confusion about what I wanted stopped my untouched dick from spewing. I had too much choice.

The little girl pulled on her suit. The material hid the strawberry bumps and dark pink slit, but the image remained burned in my brain. Her innocent smile did not match the masturbation from moments ago. The two girls giggled and dove headfirst down the middle-left slide.

I ran to the edge to watch them emerge from the slides in the small swirling pool of water. Their giggles and screams gave away their position on the slide, so I knew when and where to look for their bodies to erupt. The blonde’s top slipped off and exposed cherry nipples. I wished for a closer view. My counterpart had his head cocked to the side, sleeping on the chair again. The blonde adjusted and dressed. Her giggle reached me. The tiny girl scrambled out into a towel held by the ghost girl while the blonde strutted from the water. They hugged and skipped to join the now-dressed black girl on a large blue blanket.

This group promised excitement and unfulfilled desires. With a hard dick and conflicted emotions, I sat on the chair and wondered how I would survive the day.

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 banned 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.