Caught in the Pool

The water in the pool felt good against the warm air of summer, the girl’s skin sticky from a long day’s work outside. She had been trying to find a job for months before she finally got one at the local store’s gardening center. Because she had to stand in the sun all day long and her pool was out of order, she figured that she could take up her neighbor’s offer. He knew that her family didn’t have the money to fix their empty pool and graciously offered his pool to their service, but only if there were no guests in the house.

Ann knew that people were coming in a few days from France and was happy that she could have the pool to herself. Her parents had told her that the French travelers were going to be coming soon and the 17-year-old decided that she had to enjoy the water while she could. So, she had pulled her bikini on and headed to the water.

Back and forth, she swam, her mind filled with thoughts of her life: her recent break-up, her job, her parents constantly fighting. Minutes went by before she heard a large truck pulling into the streets nearby. Ann shrugged it off and figured that the shuttle was just dropping off the older members of the community that couldn’t drive. She kept swimming, her arms dipping in and out of the water with precise strokes.

With another length swum, Ann was startled to see the back door open to a tall, skinny man with dark hair and eyes. A couple girls and another guy stood behind the stranger, all looking rather good to Ann, all staring at her strangely.

“We are staying here,” the first stranger said, his French accent apparent in his broken English. All Ann could do was freeze and stare in shock at the strange people in front of her. She hurriedly made her way out of the pool, apologizing for her presence. The heat from her blushing cheeks added more to her embarrassment as she fumbled with her words and sandals. Turning back around, she felt her breath get stuck in her throat: the stranger closest to her looked exactly like her most recent ex and his muscles were ripped underneath his shirt.

Just the sight of his muscles sent a tingling through the deepest depths of her pussy. Ann blushed deeper as she noticed his dark eyes looking her up and down. She made her way to go, but was invited inside for a drink. Her awakening pussy persuaded her to accept the invitation and made her way into the house.

Hours went by, the sun finally settling below the mountains, as the group talked and laughed. Pocket pool, game consoles, and drinks kept them amused as Ann’s tingling cunt kept her swimsuit bottoms wet.

Booze kept the travelers smiling and laughing as the night went on, the girls shooting glances at Ann every so often.