God saved Angie’s virginity. The wind suddenly picked up and began to blow from the north. The air abruptly turned cold, dropping at least twenty degrees in an instant. There was a sudden flash-bang of lightning and thunder, and I knew we were in danger. “Lightning! We gotta get out of here!” I yelled.
We ran toward the gate, both of us shivering in the cold air. There was a loud, metallic banging sound from the dark pro shop to the north. A couple of big, ice-cold raindrops struck us. Then we were hit with a downpour of ice-cold rain. The reason for the banging noise came a few seconds later – hail! Just as we reached the gate, grape-sized hail began to strike all around us, and then it pummeled our naked bodies.
Angie yelped and ran naked for the pump room. I was right behind her. Just as I got to the bottom of the stairs, the hail hit with so much intensity that we couldn’t talk over the crackling noise it made. The power abruptly went out, and the pump went silent. We clung together in the dark. We were naked, cold, and fascinated by the bouncing hail at the top of the steps. Lightning flashed and we shivered and clung to each other. A few pieces of hail bounced down the stairs, and we kicked them back into the pump room behind us.
The hailstorm lasted about ten minutes, but lightning and thunder flashed and crashed for another quarter hour. Finally the storm passed. We were shivering in the cold air as we clung to each other. Angie’s nipples were pebble-hard against me. My penis was now a useless piece of shriveled flesh.
I found a flashlight that gave out a faint orange glow as its batteries slowly died. I was able to go deeper into the pitch-black pump room and get Angie’s clothes. She started to get dressed in the faint light at the base of the stairs. I ran naked up the stairs to get our swim suits and to make certain that there was no serious damage around the pool.
I was immediately ankle-deep in hail, nearly freezing my feet. Our suits and the cushions I had laid out had blown into the pool, accompanied by a jungle of leaves and branches. I had to jump in to find Angie’s bikini.
The power was still off. Angie had gotten dressed and was waiting in the faint light of the moon which filtered through the remaining clouds. I handed her bikini to her. She wrung it out and grinned. “What, did it get wet and shrink?” She pointed to my flaccid penis and giggled.
I gave Angie a passionate kiss and watched her get into her car and drive away. The power was still off, and it took me a long time to carefully get back into the dark pump room and find my own clothes. I finally got back to my apartment and called the other guards. We would all be needed in the morning to get the crud out of the pool.
I was still chilled when I got to my apartment. When the power came back on I took a long, hot shower. In the middle of the night I awoke with the vivid memory of Angie’s naked body pressed against me, and I beat off into the T-shirt I had dropped next to the Bed. Fortunately Doris had just about drained me, but there was still enough cum to make a strong smell and the aroma kept me from sleeping well. Through most of the night I dreamed of making love to Angie.
I joined the regular guards and Katrina Thomas, our usual part-time backup guard, at 7:00, and we had everything ready to go by 11:00 when the pool opened. I left, and when I came back for my shift at 1:00, Angie was talking to some of her girlfriends. I watched them from the tall chair, and I couldn’t control my erection as I instantly mentally undressed Angie and visualized her naked body pressed against mine. The pool bunnies noticed my state of arousal, and them, including Angie, giggled at my problem.
That evening and also on Friday I had two of my “special” parties, and I got to do complete workouts. I heard – and smelled – two couples on Thursday and three couples on Friday as they enthusiastically and loudly made the beast with two backs. Both nights I pulled down my suit and beat off into the pool. On Saturday I only worked half a shift by getting Katrina to work for me. That gave me extra time for my longer-than-usual drive for a movie date.
During brief conversations at the pool over the previous two days, Angie and I had worked out all of the arrangements, and I had no trouble finding her Aunt Karen’s house. It was Karen who answered the door. She looked like a ten-years-younger version of her sister. “Hi, I’m Angie’s Aunt Karen. You must be Don.”
Then she whispered, “Doris said she’d selected you for Angie!” She grinned at my apparent embarrassment, “I’m helping set you up with a really good place, so try to wait, OK? I realize Angie is a bit eager!”
She gave me a visual once-over and grinned again, then called Angie. Angie came quickly down the stairs in a short, flowing skirt, a relatively sheer white blouse, and a white lace bra which was barely visible through the blouse. She looked wonderful. She leaned up and I gave her a brief kiss on her lips. She tasted even better than I had remembered!
Karen kissed Angie goodbye, and Karen looked at us and said, “Be good, you two!” And she winked at me, just as Doris had done, although Karen’s eyes weren’t as cold as Doris’s had been. Her look was still cold, however.
We had driven about a block when Angie began to remove her blouse. “Angie, what the heck are you doing?”
“Oh shush! You’ve seen me naked! I’m just taking off my bra and it’s easier if I take off my blouse first! I had to wear it in front of Uncle Jack and Aunt Karen, but I don’t want to wear it with you!”
Boyoboyoboy! Angie stripped to the waist, and then rode like that for several blocks. “Isn’t this better, Don?” She giggled.
“Yeah, until a cop stops us for unlawful flashing of tits! I’ll probably run us into a parked car looking at those cuties!”
Angie laughed and put her blouse back on. Then she pulled up her skirt and took her panties off. She folded her underwear and put both pieces in the glove box.
“Don, are you wearing underwear?”
“Uh, yeah, I am, Angie.”
“As soon as we get to the theater, I want you to go to the men’s room and take them off. I want us to be able to touch each other during the movie!”
Doris would freak out if she knew. I was supposed to be seducing her virginal daughter, and Angie was actively seducing me. Well, at least I wouldn’t have to kill myself trying to get into her pants. The only question was whether I could keep from screwing her until Aunt Karen located a “really good place.” Waiting to have sex was becoming an increasingly difficult task! More to the point, why would I want to break up with this hot number once I’d done the deed?
I parked the car, bought tickets, and went directly into the men’s room. When I came out, I handed Angie my undershorts, and she put them into her purse, flashing me a smile of satisfaction. We found seats in the last row of an almost deserted theater.
Before the feature began, Angie had unzipped me and was holding my erect penis. “Angie, what gives?” I whispered. “You’re acting like a nymphomaniac, and I really enjoy it! But why do I suddenly have free access to your body? Why are you trying so hard to get me to have sex with you!?” .
Angie leaned against me and began to cry. She kept holding my penis and I pulled her close against me. I could feel her breasts against my arm. Her nipples were hard.
“I talked myself into giving my virginity to Bud.” She sobbed. “Then he got so rough and you beat him up and now I think I want you to be the one and I just want it done with and over!” She said in a rush. “And just looking at you makes me get all excited! Then I really want to touch and feel you, and you act like you don’t want me, and . . . ”
“Angie, I understand!” I lied. I had no idea what was really going through her head! But it seemed clear that she felt I had “won” her and, unlike me, she was not resisting the primitive urge to mate that had followed my saving her. Hell, I wasn’t either, but I was trying to slow it down!
“I really want you! Almost more than I can stand! But there’s lots of stuff we can do before we go all the way. Let’s take it easy and enjoy the ride! Let’s take some time and make your first time something you will always want to remember! And I’d really like it to be with me!”
Angie kissed me. “Do you think I’m a tramp?” She asked in a serious tone.
“Not a chance! You’re a passionate, hot-blooded girl who is ready to take one of the steps to becoming a woman. If I get to be your first, I’ll be honored!”
We kissed really hard. Angie was still holding my erect penis with one hand. She was rubbing my chest with the other. “Bud’s is bigger. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t get it inside me!” She said. I flinched at that revelation!
She kissed me. “But you have a much better body! He’s got loose flab on top of his muscles! Besides, you kiss me like you want me to enjoy it!”
She was completely uninhibited, both in what she said and what she did! I decided I could live with her review of my size, relative to Bud. Not to mention the fact that she was still rubbing my cock and fondling my balls, and she seemed to really be enjoying that. I also remembered that Bud didn’t have his balls anymore. So what if he had a big, useless dick that was bigger than mine?
I kissed her and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the loose ends from her skirt. Not only did she not resist, but she moved to help. I began to caress her bare breasts with my left hand. Angie began to moan as her nipples got hard. A few minutes later she began to writhe in her seat.
I broke away from her mouth and leaned down and kissed and sucked one nipple while I gently pinched the other. Once again the taste and smell of her skin kicked my arousal up a couple of notches. As I sucked harder, Angie let out a brief cry, “OOOOH!” and her whole body shuddered for several seconds.
I kissed her lips, then brought her to another, more intense orgasm the same way. She was now gasping for breath and her nipples were rock-hard. Her areolae were puffed out and warm to the touch. I kissed her lips and moved my fingers from one breast to the other, squeezing, fondling, and gently pinching.
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