Changing Room Sex Romp
Arabella Keppler
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Copyright 2012 Arabella Keppler
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It had been a tiring day at the swimming pool. Since starting my shift just after one in the afternoon I had had to jump in twice to save a child from certain death, only to hear their mothers complain about our pool being unsafe in the first place. Why else would their kid almost drown? Most fathers seemed more appreciative, if only because I took the time to take off my polo shirt before jumping into the water. One in particular seemed more interested in the contents of my bikini top than in the daughter I safely returned to him.
But now it was half past five and the day was almost over. The happy families with their bleating kids had already left and no new swimmers would be admitted for the day. I had spent the last quarter of an hour cleaning up discarded toys and slippers that had been left behind. Caroline, the girl I had shared my shift with this afternoon, sat in her chair overlooking the pool, staring at the single swimmer still in the water. She apparently didn’t notice me approaching from the side, and startled when I called her name.
‘Huh, what is it Arabella?’
‘I already cleaned up and checked the changing rooms. If you want to you can go home now.’
She looked at the man in the pool for a second and seemed to hesitate.
‘Uh, okay.’
Caroline seemed almost reluctant to climb down from her chair and turned around to face the pool again when she had descended the short ladder. I too looked at our lone swimmer now and realized that Caroline was not looking at him out of concern for his safety. His strong strokes made clear that there was no danger of this man getting in trouble. Caroline had been looking at him for her own pleasure. And who wouldn’t? Like many practiced swimmers he had broad shoulders, strong arms and legs and a tight ass that was hidden by a pair of speedos that would have seemed out of place on anyone with a less muscular build.
Caroline seemed to notice the way I was looking at him.
‘He’s something to look at, isn’t he?’
She was right. He was. And he was nothing like most of our other guests, who were fat and annoying and seemed to want to do anything but go for a serious swim. This man was all about sports and every pound of his muscle on his body was the proof of that.
‘He’s been here for a few hours. Took a break twice, but I think he has almost three miles on him by now. Real swimmer,’ Caroline continued.
‘Yeah, I could see why you would want to sit there and just look at him all day.’ I teased.
Caroline blushed. The man swam towards the ladder on the far side of the pool and climbed out. When he saw us looking at him, he held his hand up and waved. Unfortunately the dark swimming goggles he was wearing made it impossible for me to notice if he was looking at me, or at Caroline. Before he turned around and made his way to the showers he probably did notice Caroline giggling like a school girl at his gesture.
‘So, with dream guy gone it’s really time to go home. I’ll lock up.’
I tried not to sound too boss-like, even though I was the one with the key. Caroline shrugged.
‘Sure, if you say so.’
She made her way to the staff changing room as I made my last round around the main pool to check whether someone had lost their glasses or a watch on the bottom. Finding none (fortunately), I walked into the women’s changing area to use the hair dryer. As I tossed around the now frizzy hair with the smell of chlorine, I noticed that one of the booths was occupied. It couldn’t be Caroline, whom I had seen go into the staff changing room, could it? It had to be someone I had missed when I checked this area moments ago. I put down the hair dryer and walked towards the single occupied booth. When I got closer I heard the sound of wet clothes hitting the floor and someone drying themselves off with a towel. I knocked at the door.
‘Excuse me, ma’am, we’re going to close in a few minutes. Could you please hurry up?’
The grunt I heard from the other side of the door sounded lower than I had expected. After a second I saw the fingers of one hand appear on the upper edge of the door, and then a head. It was the last swimmer, who now was apparently standing on the bench in the booth to peer over the top of the door.
‘I am sorry,’ he muttered with a strong European accent.
Now I also noticed his short brown hair and piercing dark eyes. But beautiful as they were, they were not something I was supposed to see in the women’s changing area.
‘Sir, you’re not supposed to be here. This is the women’s changing area.’
From his face I could tell he didn’t understand. I had to try something else.
‘This… for women.’ I said as a I waved my hand around the room.
Now he seemed to understand. He lifted his index finger, to indicate that he would need one minute. After a few seconds, though, the door swung open and he stood with his clothes and towel in his hands and his backpack slung around his strong shoulders. He was not wearing his speedos or any of his underwear, and pressed his bundle of clothes to his crotch to cover it.
‘Tell me where.’
This wasn’t entirely what I wanted either. I would have gladly allowed him to stay there, if he would just promise to go to the men’s area next time.
‘What’s your name?’ I asked him.
‘Ivan,’ he answered, with a slightly sheepish look on his face that didn’t fit the strong impression he had made before.
‘Hi, Ivan. My name is Arabella,’ I said as I stuck out my hand.
He extended his hand too but in the process dropped one of his running shoes. When he tried to catch it he managed to drop the bundle of clothes all over the floor of the changing booth and I could see that he was not just hiding his dick behind those clothes, but a full erection. Ivan blushed as he saw me looking at it and started picking up his stuff from the floor. I stepped into the doorway of the booth, and Ivan looked up. From this angle, his face looked almost puppyish now.