[MF] Fucking for €4,50 at the Swimming Pool

I’ve been swimming in our town’s swimming pool for about a year now and once every few weeks I’d see this girl. I don’t know her name, she doesn’t know mine, but every time I’d see her, I tried mustering my courage and say something to her. I never could. This little piece here is when we finally spoke – and a few things more. Enjoy.

It was a Thursday night. The village was busy in some sort of festivity and the front desk to the swimming pool was, apart from an old man who manned that desk, deserted. The girl I told you about arrived on bike a moment before I did, nodded with a smile, and walked in. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose top. Her hair in a tail, one slender arm curled around her bag. She was fit and a head smaller then I was. Brown hair, round breasts poking out of her chest, and her ass pushed back as she walked and made it wiggle as she did. I smiled back and followed her in.

As it so seemed, she had a small problem that day. When the guy at the desk asked her for her card, she couldn’t find it in her purse. She asked if she could get in without for this one time. She couldn’t.

“I’ll get it for you.” I said. Trying to sound as casual as I possibly could.

“Sure?”

“Of course. You could pay me back when I see you next time.” And in my mind I felt already the luckiest guy, because this meant that we were going to speak a next time.

I was the only one in the swimming pool when I saw her walking in changed. The clock overhead said it was 21:30. There was only the sound of sloshing water and then, suddenly, there were the soft steps of feet against wet floor. She wore a red bikini. Her breasts, littered with droplets from the shower were dancing as she walked my way. They must’ve been about a hand big and barely covered. Her legs and hips were perfect and the little piece of red cloth that ran between didn’t leave much for the imagination. She waved in a shy manner, jumped in the water, and began her laps. I was a leisurely swimmer, needing something to do to keep in shape, but she was training, I thought. Really training. She raced up and down the bath and whenever she rose in the shallows to get her breathing back, I couldn’t keep myself from peeking her way. Her chest rising and falling and her ragged breathing that echoed the Hall, making me think of a woman moaning in bed.

But then came the showers. Until this point we haven’t had a real conversation that wasn’t about lending her money. I wanted to change that. There were 8 showers, 4 at either side. We stood at the same side, 2 shower heads between the two of us.

“Hi” is said.

And then it seemed like an eternity that was filled with the sounds of water running, clashing against the floor and our flesh. We stood there all alone and apart from the old man at the other side of the building, there was not a soul there.

“Hey” she replied.

She was washing her body. Soap smirched her legs, her stomach that ran flat into the red triangle between her legs.

“Are you training for something? Like a tournament or anything like that?” I asked.

“Not really.” Her eyes were close and her hair laid back. “Just trying not get fat.” And she smiled with her eyes still closed.

“Doing a pretty good job in that regard.”

One of her eyes opened briskly and she chuckled. “Well, thank you. I’m Claire, by the way.”

“David.”

She kept her eyes closed all the time and she kept turning around all the time. It was like she was showing herself off to me. I didn’t let that go to waste. My eyes had a feast. I could see the tan lines beside her red bikini. I could see her ass twitch as she bend over to grab her shampoo. I could see her whole posture change as she exhaled and ran her hands over her neck.

“David?”

“Yes?” My eyes sprung back to the tiles beneath my feet.

“What were you looking at?”

I saw that she was looking at me now. Water running down the sides of her face and not a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Nothing… uh, the floor, I guess.”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you staring.”

“I wasn’t staring. I was just… just…”

“Hmmmm. All right then.” And she turned back around, continuing with what she was doing. And I, I didn’t dare to look her way again. I stared at the ground and kept to myself. Until I saw, in the corner of my eye, her arms folded behind her back. I could see that she was undoing her top. Like it was nothing, she pulled the string over her head and dropped it beside her on the floor. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Aha!” She yelled with her bare back facing me, “so you ARE staring!”

I couldn’t get words out of my mouth. My eyes were torn in trying to keep them off her.

“Maybe we can make a deal.” She said. Talking over her shoulder to me. “I’ll turn around, you can look at me, and then I don’t have to pay you back next time I see you. Sounds good?”

“You’re joking right?”

“No.” She turned back and started to wash her naked breasts. “Deal?”

“Sure, deal.”

She still wasn’t smiling. Her eyes pinned me down, and then she turned around. Her arms were clutching her breasts. “Ready?”

“Uh, Yes.”

And then she dropped her arms down and showed me her breasts. They were glimmering in the running water and she was making them move a little by shaking her upper body. Her nipples were hard and swayed from left to right. She kept looking at me with her arms and legs close together.

“Worth €4,50?” She asked.

“I think you can see that for yourself.” I said.

“Ow.” She said. “I see.” Surprise on her face. My trousers were bulging and there was no way she could miss it.

“Do you want to turn around and show me your ass?” I asked, feeling to be in some sort of porn. The water kept pouring and it made the room surreal to some degree.

“For another 4,50 I maybe will…” And she already started to turn around.

“I didn’t figure you to be a prostitute, Claire. How about I’ll show you something of mine and then you’ll turn around for me.”

Her laugh filled the space between them, echoing against the wet tiles that surrounded her.

“Okay,” She said. “ but I want you to show me here.” She pointed at the floor next to her.

I told her to close her eyes and wait. I lost my trousers and my dick swung up like something that awoke from a slumber. I went to her, stood behind her, and took one of her hands.

“Keep ‘em closed.” I said as I put her hand on my dick. Her chest rose and from behind I could see her lip curl and open slightly. She took hold of me and started to jerk lightly. I was growing harder and harder as she did. My hands found their way to her hips and then to her breasts. I held them firm and pushed myself against her. I could feel her hard nipples against the palm of my hand and disguised between the clattering of water, I heard moans slipping through. She felt my balls and stroke my legs that were thick after an hour of swimming. I held her head and pushed it up, stroking her neck and her heart was pounding and pounding. Then she took the last part of cloth she was wearing and slid it down. Carefully, with her eyes still closed and ass wiggling at me. Her legs were shining and I spread them apart a little. My fingers ran between them, feeling everything there was. Her heavy breathing changed into a load moan.

“I can see you now. That was the deal, right?” She said with a voice that sounded different than before.

“That was the deal.” I replied.

She turned around and looked at me, not being able to contain a smile. She held it again and I pushed her closer. I felt her tits bulging against my chest, her legs against mine, and her slender fingers wrapped around my throbbing dick between us.

When she stopped, there was a moment when I felt that we were done. We had our fun and we’d go home with our depths repaid. But she didn’t go away. She turned over, spread her legs and put her on the tiles of the wall. Her back arched, head tilted to look at me, her hair falling in all direction, eyes pinning me, breast hanging down and slowly moving.

My one hand was on her round ass. The other between her legs feeling her clit, stroking her. Teasing her a little, playing. Finding the spots where she started moaning, where she couldn’t keep looking at me. When she closed her eyes and looked up against the running of the crashing water and her mouth filling with lust and water. Then there came a moment when she looked at me and mouthed – not said, but mouthed – the words “fuck me”, and that was the moment when I did. My dick first between the darkness of her legs, feeling. And then I guided all my inches into her. She made a deep moan that got caught by the mist that was hanging all around us.

She was soaking wet and I glided in. First slowly. Call it passionate or with love. But getting harder and louder. Her ass slapped against my legs and her back kept going deeper. She could only look at the floor now, screaming “fuck me”. Her breasts clapped against her body with short hits.

Then I pushed her against the wall. An inhale of sudden cold came from her lungs. I came out of her, just for a second. But she didn’t quite allow that. She pushed me back in and held me close. Her hand was in my hair. Her mouth wide open. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” came out in whispers. When I grabbed her by her hair and thrusted all of me, there were no more words. I went faster, her legs cramped together. Her body twisted and turned my dick like some Chinese massage, and I came. Everything I had, I buried deep inside her. She could have it all. Then we cleaned each other, kissed, dried, and went our own way. The man at the desk was asleep and we left him to his dreams. I saw her a couple of times after. There is always tension and we are always waiting for the showers to be empty.

The end

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9a03dp/mf_fucking_for_450_at_the_swimming_pool

3 comments on “[MF] Fucking for €4,50 at the Swimming Pool

  1. Well come on man haha, did you ever hook up again either at the pool or elsewhere? Don’t leave us hanging like that

  2. Tell us there was more! Like maybe you two exchanged numbers and hooking up on the regular now

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