Daisy Got Laid Ch. 02

The pool was virtually deserted. Hardly surprising really as it was barely 7am on a Sunday morning and most sane people were lying in bed, sleeping off the effects of the night before - not swimming lonely laps.

Daisy dropped her stuff in a locker and padded silently into the swim area. The early morning sun shone brightly through the large windows, reflecting off the turquoise water and casting intricate patterns of light on the mosaic walls. The atmosphere was hot and steamy with a strong chemical undercurrent of chlorine, and Daisy wrinkled her nose slightly as she strolled around the shallow end, heading for the far side where the water was deepest.

A solitary pool attendant emerged through a blue 'Employees Only' door, rubbing his eyes in a tired fashion and clearly not too happy to be working at such an ungodly hour. He noticed Daisy and gazed appreciatively as she stood momentarily at the end of the pool.

Her purple Adidas swimming costume was cut high on her thigh and flattered her slim, tanned body perfectly. Her long blonde hair was pulled back severely in a braid and her green eyes were hidden behind goggles, but she made an arresting sight and for one moment the young man staring entertained some interesting fantasies, before she dived in, cutting smoothly into the still water barely causing a ripple. She swam almost half a length submerged before surfacing and the attendant continued to stare dreamily, as she swam laps up and down the pool efficiently.

He would have stayed all day, staring, but his boss appeared and glared at him frostily in an unspoken reminder that he was being paid to work, not ogle the customers. With a defiantly rude gesture behind the bosses back, the pool attendant grumpily shuffled off, pushing his mop towards the toilet area and wishing heartily he was still in bed.

After swimming thirty laps Daisy paused for a breather and became aware that she no longer had the water all to herself. A dark haired man was swimming in a very determined fashion up and down the pool. She glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw it was still only 7.35am. This was unusual; other swimmers were rare before 8am on a Sunday. He briefly surfaced next to her before continuing his onslaught of the pool and she noted the broad shoulders and muscular torso. Any other day she would have lingered to catch a better look, but time was running short so she resumed her laps with a resolute single-mindedness.

Twenty minutes later, her legs and shoulders were aching and she hauled herself out of the water to head for a hot shower. By this time, two old ladies were bobbing about in the shallow end, chattering cheerfully, and she knew that if she hung around, before long more people would appear and the water would become congested.

She glanced back over the pool, casually looking for the dark haired man, but he had vanished. Shame, she thought idly, she'd hoped for a better look at him but hey...

The communal changing room appeared empty and Daisy opened her locker to retrieve her shampoo and shower gel, shivering slightly now she'd left the warm water. She stepped under one of the open-plan showers and pressed the button. A spray of hot water jetted out and she stood beneath it facing the tiled wall, enjoying the needle-like sharp sensation on her tired, achy shoulders. With a quick glance around, she checked to make sure she was alone and there was no one else in sight, before she pulled her swimming costume down to soap her upper body. Hurriedly she rubbed gel into her skin, building up a foamy lather of soap. Because she had her back to the room, she didn't see anyone approach, so it was a shock when a body stepped under the shower next to her.

Automatically she crossed her arms over her breasts and turned to see who it was. The dark haired swimmer from the pool was grinning at her while applying soap to his muscular chest.

"Don't cover up on my account; I was enjoying the view!" he laughed cheekily.

The arrogant nerve of the man made Daisy bristle in annoyance; she'd soon wipe the smile off his face, she thought crossly. She looked him in the eye and lowered her arms, brazenly gazing at him while she soaped her breasts, slowly encircling her nipples in a seductive fashion. That did indeed wipe the smile off his face and the atmosphere was suddenly electric, crackling with sexual tension.

They stared at each other for a long, tense moment before he said huskily,

"Here let me..."

He took her bottle of shower gel and squeezed some into his hand, reaching out to apply it gently to her wet body. Carefully he rubbed it into her shoulders massaging the smooth flesh lightly, before soaping her tummy and eventually moving back up to cup her breasts. He swirled the soap around, caressing her taut globes and squeezing her nipples. Daisy's breathing quickened and she knew immediately that she didn't want him to stop. She had only meant to tease him a little but it had seriously backfired on her.

Sensing the sudden change in her attitude, the dark haired man pulled her to him and kissed her hard as the stinging water cascaded over them both in a warm deluge.

She could feel the strength of his erection pressing into her lower abdomen and she ground herself against him, extracting a tortured moan as he plundered her soft mouth, exploring all corners with a supple tongue. Breathing heavily, he pulled away from her before saying regretfully,

"Not here, anyone could walk in..."

It was just as well one of them had their brain still plugged in, thought Daisy foggily. He grasped her arm firmly, pulling her into a nearby empty changing cubicle, before shutting the door and locking it. Sitting down on the wooden bench, he pulled her to him. Slowly he peeled her sodden costume over her hips and bent to lick her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, squeezing the other breast lightly. Daisy gasped at the sensation, grabbing his head roughly, her pussy aching for attention.

Reading her mind, he slid his fingers between her legs and softly stroked her sex through the wet lycra. He could feel the scorching heat of her arousal and he insinuated his fingers underneath the fabric, sliding into the heated folds of her flesh. Slowly, teasingly, he stroked the slick folds, lightly brushing over her clitoris and causing her to shiver in desire.

She almost cried out when he pushed two fingers deep inside her and smothered her moan against his neck. Her cunt felt molten and she was almost unbearably turned on, dying to feel his hard cock inside her. Her costume was yanked down her thighs and she quickly stepped out of it, shivering in lustful anticipation.

The man stood up and Daisy reached around to caress his hard buttocks before slowly sliding her hand around the front of his trunks and grasping his hard cock. He shuddered as she squeezed it and she took hold of the waistband of his shorts, carefully easing them down to release his erection. It was long and deliciously thick, a small drop of pearly moisture seeping from the head. The temptation to taste him was just too great to resist and she knelt down to take him in her mouth.

He gasped at the feel of her hot, wet mouth as she swirled her tongue teasingly round the head and licked up and down the shaft, before taking as much of his cock in her mouth as she could manage and sucking hard. He moaned slightly and held the back of her head firmly, pushing his cock deeper into her throat.

Daisy sensed that his orgasm wasn't too far away and reluctantly she released his cock with a final lascivious lick, and stood up to face him.

"Make me cum," she whispered softly and took his hand, indicating where she needed to be touched. He didn't need any encouragement and he began to stroke her dripping wet pussy. The pressure built and he rubbed her clitoris slowly at first, then faster, keeping a steady rhythm until she could stand it no longer. She pushed her own hand hard against his fingers, tipping herself over the edge, intense pleasure rushing over her. She bit back the cry of pleasure and buried her mouth in his neck, her body shaking with ecstasy as slowly she came down from the plateau, while he held her quivering body.

"My turn now," he murmured and sat back down on the bench, holding his cock in one hand. Daisy climbed astride him and looking him in the eye slowly eased herself down onto his cock, loving the feel of him as he filled her up. He grasped her hips and began to move within her rhythmically, up and down, sucking her nipples when her breasts tantalisingly brushed against his mouth.

This felt so good and Daisy didn't want it to end, but she knew that he was too excited to last long so she reached down to rub her clitoris as he fucked her. Harder and faster he moved inside her and it was just too much pleasure overload; she came hard and shuddered with renewed pleasure.

It was enough to make him climax too and she felt him spurt hot cum inside her as her inner walls pulsated around him. For a long delicious moment, neither of them moved; locked together in a sweaty embrace as their heart rates returned to normal. Daisy eventually lifted her head out of his damp neck and grinned at him, loose tendrils of hair sticking to her shoulders.

"I don't even know your name!" the man said softly, both of them acutely aware of other voices resounding in the changing room.

"And I don't have a towel" Daisy replied flippantly, extricating herself from him and quickly pulling her damp costume back on. The heat had subsided now and she felt slightly chilled. It was also late and she really needed to head home in time for work.

While the man pulled his shorts back on, she unlocked the door and made a swift exit. Quickly she grabbed her shampoo and shower gel from the showers and her clothes from the locker, before dashing into an empty cubicle. For a second she collected her jumbled thoughts as she towel dried her hair. The intensity of the experience had surprised her and she wasn't sure what to think. The last thing she needed at the moment was an emotional involvement; romance didn't suit her lifestyle at all. He sure was hot though, she grinned to herself.

Once dressed, she peered carefully round the door to check her new conquest was nowhere in sight, before scooting out of the building and into the car park. Really, she decided sensibly, it was far better left as a one-off - that way nobody got hurt, least of all her. With her resolve sufficiently strengthened, she drove home to take another shower before her double shift at the bar.

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Work soon distracted Daisy, all thoughts of the dark haired man forgotten in a blur of customers and unrelenting problems. Amongst other things, one of her barmen hadn't turned up for his shift and they were short staffed already. Usually she didn't need to serve unless they were exceptionally busy, but by half ten she had been on her feet for hours and she was exhausted.

It was hard work being Manager of one of the more popular bar's in town. But it was also fun and she wouldn't have given it up for the world. She loved the chit chat and although the hours she put in played havoc with her love life, it at least meant she always had a valid excuse for not getting seriously involved with anyone.

She was just about to take a short break when she noticed a familiar face walking over towards the bar. For a second she debated doing a Houdini and slipping out the back, but curiosity made her stay despite her reservations. Idly, she polished a glass and eyed the customer through her long fringe. He hadn't seen her yet and she took the opportunity to check him out surreptitiously. She had to admit he looked pretty damn hot tonight. He was wearing black expensive-looking trousers and a dark-grey silky shirt, unbuttoned at the neck. It complimented his black hair and eyes perfectly, giving him a slightly European look; mean and edgy - just the way she liked her men.

He must have sensed her looking at him because he turned and saw her, and for one long steamy moment, they locked eyes, each remembering that morning at the pool.

"Hi," he said coolly, maintaining eye contact. "You didn't break a leg rushing off then?" he added slightly sarcastically.

"No thanks but I had to take another shower!" Daisy quipped lightly. "Can I get you a drink?"

"I'll have a JD on the rocks please."

Daisy reached up for a glass and felt his gaze lingering on her tight t-shirt appreciatively. She poured the measure of whiskey, added some ice cubes and handed it to him with a bright smile.

"That'll be £2.20 then."

He handed her some money, but when she reached to take it he held onto her hand with a firm grip.

"Tell me your name please..." he asked huskily.

"Will you release my hand if I do?" she answered lightly.

"Maybe," he grinned in a predatory manner and she felt a shiver of desire run through her veins again.

"Daisy," she said.

He watched as her pink tongue slipped out and moistened her ruby lips. A pulse throbbed in his neck and his eyes darkened. The room shrank until it felt like the two of them were alone.

"I'm Max," he replied after a long heated moment.

"Pleased to meet you, Max." Daisy smiled sweetly and twirled her hair seductively.

"What time do you finish work?"

Daisy leant forward over the bar, her arms pushing her cleavage together and he dropped his eyes for a moment to admire the gentle swell of her breasts before locking back onto her face.

"Well?" he repeated when she failed to answer his question.

Daisy hesitated; his man was dangerous; a sixth sense warned her that any involvement with him would be madness. She prided herself in her ability to not let men through her emotional firewall but she suspected that Max might be rather more than a great lay. The last thing she needed at the moment was any romantic entanglements and she had the impression Max wanted more than a repeat performance of this morning.

"Late - after two," she finally replied regretfully. "My husband is picking me up"

His face registered shocked surprise for a split second and then a mask of politeness slipped down. He stepped back and drank his glass of whiskey in one gulp.

"Shame," he said in a flat voice. "You didn't strike me as the married type but I guess I made a mistake."

"Yes, men often do that with me," Daisy commented with a slight edge to her voice as she picked up another glass and began to polish it vigorously.

"Careful, you might rub a hole in it." Max said dryly.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm rather busy," she retorted cuttingly.

All around them, the bar was thronged with groups of people, many of whom were still waiting to be served. Daisy could see how stretched the other staff were so she smiled coldly at Max, before moving away down the counter to serve two young women, ignoring him completely.

Max watched her for a few minutes realising he had been summarily dismissed. She had stunned him when she'd announced she was married and he was still reeling with shock. There was no sign of a ring on her finger but he guessed that didn't necessarily mean anything.

Married women were not his thing; after a nasty experience with an outraged husband he tended to avoid them - like the plague. Oh well, he decided pragmatically, this morning would have to be a one-off - albeit a very pleasurable one. It was a pure fluke meeting her again anyway. This was not his usual drinking place; the only reason he'd stopped here was that he'd been out for an early meal with a client and it had been on his was back to the car. Now it was getting late, and he reluctantly decided to head home. The week had been stressful and he really needed to take some time off but, as usual, he was unlikely to have the chance. Sean was meant to be his equal partner, but lately he had been spending more and more time keeping his new wife happy rather than putting the hours in. There was only so much Max could do alone and if it carried on, he was going to have to sort things out once and for all, before the business suffered any further.

He walked out of the crowded bar without a backward glance and Daisy was surprised to feel a pang of regret as she watched him leave. But, she reasoned, a man like that was always trouble and she had been badly burned once before. After Pete she had sworn never to let a man under her skin again. Up to now she had succeeded very successfully and she wasn't about to drop her defences any time soon.

Quickly she poured herself a measure of Southern Comfort and drank it down neat. The liquid burned her throat slightly and she slammed the glass onto the bar. Deep down, she knew she had done the right thing and although she would have liked the opportunity to have fucked him once more at least, it just wasn't worth the aggravation.

All around her, empty glasses and overfull ashtrays lay on every available surface. Somebody had to clear up and there was nothing like hard work to put things in perspective so she went at it like a woman possessed. By the time the bar was clean, customers kicked out, tills cashed up and the rest of the staff departed - it was 2.45am.

Daisy was utterly shattered. All she longed for was her bed and oblivion. She headed for the exit door, glancing behind her to make sure all the lights were off. The takings were in her bag, slung heavily over her achy shoulder.

She set the alarm, locked the exit door and was heading for her car when a tall figure stepped out of the shadows. For one horrible moment she experienced white-hot fear and froze to the pavement.

"Where's your husband then? Forgotten to pick you up?" said a familiar voice sarcastically.

"You bastard!" she hissed, "You frightened the crap out of me; I thought you were a mugger. If you're here to rob me, don't bother – I have a black-belt in Ju Jitsu."

Max laughed, "Relax! I'm not after your money and I'm sorry if I frightened you, but I was passing when I saw you come out."

"Excuse me - but you were passing at this time of the morning? As if!"

Daisy glared at him before stalking off angrily towards her car.

"Ok, so I wasn't passing" Max shouted after her, "I was just curious about the husband bit. The more I thought about it, the more it didn't ring true. For some reason you were trying to frighten me off and I'd like to know why."

Daisy ignored him as he followed her and she quickly reached her car. She opened the door, climbed in and slammed it shut forcefully. She was tired and he had frightened her badly, therefore she was in no mood for a conversation. She just wanted to get to the night safe and go home for some well earned sleep.

Max stepped back, knowing he was on a loser here. Clearly she was pissed off with him but the least he could do was make sure she left safely. Maybe jumping out at her had not been such a bright idea, but thankfully the husband story was fictional.

Daisy put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine barely cranked over before dying. She tried again but it was utterly dead.

"Oh fuck," she groaned. This was about the worst thing that could possibly happen. Max tapped insistently on the window and she wound it down reluctantly.

"Problem?" he asked sweetly.

"No of course not, my car always does this." Daisy snapped irritably.

"Look - you can't stay here and wait for someone to rescue you. It's late so let me give you a lift home. My car is just around the corner."

"Why should I trust you? You might be a serial killer!"

Max laughed. "I don't seem to remember you having such qualms this morning..." he reminded her with a faint smile.

Daisy blushed slightly and looked away. He had her really. There was no way she could call Jen her flat-mate to come and rescue her, so it seemed her only viable option was Max.