Poolside Ch. 03, Pt. 2

Note: This story is a continuation of “Poolside: Ch. 03, Pt. 1.”

Originally appearing on Literotica on 09/03/03, but recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors.

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The first step seducing Angie proved to be ridiculously easy. Later that same Wednesday I was on duty at the pool when Angie and her mother arrived. Angie joined a group of her friends, and I eavesdropped but I didn’t hear them talking about her near-rape of the evening before. Doris had signed them both in on the clipboard under my chair and she had whispered, “I told her to keep what happened a secret so that YOU wouldn’t get into trouble. Angie didn’t completely understand, but she’ll keep quiet. She likes you, for some reason!”

“The short news story on the radio was sure vague. Nobody could figure out that Angie and I were involved by hearing it. What about tonight’s paper?” I had whispered.

“The editor is a close personal friend.” She had answered softly. “He’s also Angie’s godfather. As long as you and Angie keep quiet it’ll probably die down. Bud certainly isn’t going to talk to reporters about losing his balls!” .

I was getting a more and more clear picture of the way things worked in my hometown. Connie had told me that these people were dangerous, and I was rapidly learning that her opinion was right on the money. She had also warned me to stay away from their daughters, but I’d ignored that advice – big time! On the other hand I had no doubt I would wake up in the hospital with my balls cut off – or worse – if Angie’s father ever found out where I had been dipping my wick. God! His wife AND his daughter! That was the plan!

Five minutes later Angie came over, and we talked quietly, whispering to one another. Looking at her from my chair I could see her nipples as she leaned over to get close, and I got hard. Fortunately I was sitting down!

“Don, I’m just so . . . grateful for what you did last night! You could have gotten killed! How can I ever thank you enough?” She blushed. Maybe she had the same idea I had! “And thanks for the shirt! I could smell you when I was wearing it and I really, ummh, liked that!” She blushed deeper and looked away.

“Angie, that’s OK! I’m just glad I was there. But could I ask you for a favor?”

Angie turned back to me, her eyes wide and bright. “Sure! What?” I could see several strands of her dark pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her bikini bottom. She saw me looking but made no attempt to cover herself. She grinned.

“I don’t think your dad would approve, but would you go out with me on Saturday night? Maybe catch a movie or something?”

Angie’s grin disappeared. “You’re right about my parents! I KNOW they think you’re too old for me! They thought Bud was, too, and he’s younger than you! But I’d really like to go out with you! I’ll even sneak out if I have to!”

“I don’t know about your dad, but I think you’re misjudging your mother!” I said. “Why don’t you go over and see what she thinks? If she says you can’t go out with me, I’ll understand, and we’ll just have to figure out some way to get together without them knowing.”

Angie got a “You’ve got to be kidding!” look on her face, but she walked over and flopped down beside her mother. I could see them talking, and then a surprised look came over Angie’s face, and she came running back to me. I loved the way her breasts bounced inside her bikini!

Angie was really excited, but she leaned over me showing her breasts, and spoke in a whisper. “She said YES! But definitely not to tell Dad! Or anyone else ’cause he might find out! She’ll even help me sneak out to see you! I don’t BELIEVE it!”

“I think you’ve misjudged your mom, Angie! She doesn’t think I’m too much older or that I’m dangerous!” I glanced at Doris and she winked at me. But her eyes looked calculating, not amused.

“I’ll call you tonight when Dad’s not around and we can make plans!” Angie said.

I grinned and told her my telephone number and said I’d be home by 10:00. Angie repeated it, then ran back to her friends. About an hour later she came up to me again. “Is there another one of your special parties here tonight?” She asked in a soft, coy voice.

“No, I was going to skip my swim since nobody was going to be here. Why?”

“I’ve got my own car. I’ll come watch you swim! We can make our plans then!”

“Great! Thanks, Angie! That means I can do my whole workout! And it will be easier to talk face-to-face!” Angie gave me a funny look and blushed, deeply. What was on her mind? Was she remembering her nudity from the night before? I was!

A few minutes later Doris came walking up and whispered, “Just don’t go too fast! I’m setting up a hotel for you, but it’ll be just before we go to Europe. I want it to be really nice for her first time. None of this backseat-in-a-Volkswagen nonsense! Understood? ” I nodded. A few minutes later Angie and Doris packed up and left. Angie didn’t wave, but she did look at me and grin.

Everyone had exited the pool by 7:30, and I cleaned and straightened the pool area, dumped in some chemicals to adjust the acidity, set the chlorinator for nighttime levels, and locked all the gates except the one near the pump room. I went down to the pump room and changed into tennis shoes and gym shorts. I was in the middle of my weight routine when Angie drove up. She sat on an overturned bucket and watched me. She was wearing shorts, a blouse, and sandals. Her bikini was wrapped in a towel.

“You sure sweat a lot when you do that! What’s this exercise called?” She asked.

I nodded. “Eighteen . . . Nineteen . . . Twenty! These are bench presses. Two more sets and I’m done! I’m working on repetitions tonight, not strength. Good for developing the upper chest.”

Angie giggled. “Looks like they work!”

Before I did another set of bench presses, I drank some water. After the presses I changed to arm curls and squats.

Finally the workout was done. I drank more water and walked around for a couple of minutes, swinging my arms and trying to cool down a little. My muscles were pumped up from the workout, and I was drenched in sweat. My shorts clung to my legs. Angie just sat and stared at me, watching everything I did. She seemed to be lost in thought, but she never took her eyes off me.

“I’ve got to change into running shorts and my boots. My run will take a little more than ten minutes, and you can change while I’m doing that.”

“Sure. OK!” Angie said, absently, as if she had barely heard what I said.

I went down the stairs into the pump room, took off my shoes and socks, and peeled off my soaked shorts and jock. I used a towel to dry myself off, and when I turned around, there was Angie.

“It’s not so big tonight!” She giggled and pointed at my limp penis.

“Angie! What the hell are you doing down here!” I felt my penis beginning to swell.

“Oh, did I do that?” She asked. She pointed at my rising erection and giggled again.

I turned my back to her and got into a clean jock and my running shorts. Then I pushed past Angie and carried my wet stuff upstairs, washed it under a faucet using a bar of soap, hung everything on the fence, and then sat down and put my socks and combat boots on. Angie just watched me, her eyes now sparkling brightly. She had an enigmatic smile on her face.

“See you in a few minutes!” I said, and I took off for the two-mile cross-country course which was laid out across the fairways. Angie and I had never even gone out, and we’d already been awfully intimate, physically at least. As I ran I thought about her. What was she like? I was planning to have sex with her, and she was still a stranger. But she was really attractive, and I loved the way she smelled! And the way her breasts bounced would corrupt a monk!

I made good time even though my cock kept getting stiff! Ten minutes and 32 seconds later, I returned. Angie was still completely dressed. She walked with me twice around the pool while I cooled down. I was still sweating, but at least my breathing was almost normal. She didn’t seem to mind the smell of my fresh sweat.

“I’ll change with you so we can swim.” Angie declared. I didn’t know how to tell her I didn’t want her to undress herself in front of me, particularly since that’s exactly what I wanted her to do! I felt my temperature rise, and more sweat poured off my body. I sensed that she was offering herself to me. But what if I had it wrong? And what about my agreement with Doris?

She followed me down into the pump room. “Where can I leave my clothes?” She innocently asked as she kicked off her sandals.

I opened a folding chair. “Just stack everything there. Anywhere else is damp.” My voice had a strange, choked sound. The anticipation of watching her disrobe almost caused my penis to explode. I was barely in control.

Angie stood facing me and began to unbutton her blouse. She was looking right into my face and smiling. She pulled her blouse off, and folded it neatly on the chair. Then she looked at me again and pulled her shorts off. She put them under her blouse.

I hadn’t moved. I could feel myself switching from rational human being to primitive male animal. Angie was facing me wearing only a light-blue bra and panties. She was blushing, and it even colored her chest. But she was looking right at me and smiling. “Aren’t you going to change, Don?” She asked in a thick, husky voice. I couldn’t stop my eyes from moving up and down her body. She was incredibly attractive. The underwear merely accented the secrets it covered, and I was starting to lose myself in her.

“Angie, what the hell . . .”

She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She shrugged it off, adding it to her pile of clothes. She had her mother’s areolae and nipples, but Angie’s breasts were perky and larger, and they jutted out. Her nipples and areolae turned dark red and began to protrude as I stared at them. I was breathing through my open mouth.

I felt really hot, and there was a roaring in my ears. I pulled my shorts down, leaving me in my jock, facing Angie in her bikini panties. She slipped her panties down her legs, and I stared at the thick, dark triangle of curly hair that I had only glimpsed the night before. She was so much like her mother! She put her hands on her hips, and said, “Well?” I felt an incredible desire to squat down and press my face into her furry mount. I could smell her sweet scent, and I wondered how it would taste.