The Locker Room Incident Ch. 02

I waited until the waitress had sashayed away to answer Michelle. "I think the baggy shorts I used to swim in were probably better for training," I said, "more drag in the water. But to be honest, it feels much nicer swimming naked. My enthusiasm for my workouts has increased appreciably. Rachel had a good idea."

"Has anyone seen you?" Jeff asked.

"I don't think so," I answered. "Rachel keeps an eye out."

"Would you mind if someone did see you?" Michelle asked with a grin.

"Not really," I replied.

"What about you Rachel?" Michelle asked. "Would you mind if someone saw you doing your dives in the nude?"

Rachel thought for a second before answering, "That would make it even more fun."

"You dive nude?" Jeff asked.

"Every morning," Rachel replied.

"I have to come out and see that," Jeff said, grinning.

"Please do," Rachel responded.

Jeff paid for dinner. Since he wouldn't let Rachel or me chip in, we insisted that he and Michelle come to our apartment for dinner a week from Saturday. Michelle and Jeff immediately agreed.

As usual, Michelle, Rachel, and I drove to work together early the following Monday. Rachel was already in her lifeguard suit (she'd brought it home to wash it). I just stripped down on the pool deck. Michelle went into the women's locker room. A couple of minutes later, she strode out without a stitch on. Smiling, she said, "you persuaded me to try nude training."

As usual, I was fatigued after swimming almost continuously for 90 minutes. I stopped, wondering what Rachel had in store to end the workout. A moment later, Michelle stopped in the lane next to me (we took the lane dividers out when Rachel dove). Rachel looked down at us from the pool deck. "Race," she said, "100 meters back and 100 meters fly." (Of course, Rachel ended it with the most difficult stroke).

"What does the winner get?" Michelle asked.

"I'll think of something," Rachel replied. "On your marks..."

All things being equal, a man should beat a woman in a swimming race. However, Michelle was a better swimmer than I was. I could sense that she was beside or a little ahead of me throughout the backstroke. I didn't want to lose and hoped my greater strength would give me the edge doing butterfly.

I did pass Michelle when we changed strokes. However, Michelle didn't want to lose either. We touched about simultaneously at the last turn. I gave it everything I had, plus a bit, and just touched Michelle out at the wall. I was completely gassed. With a hand on the pool deck, I turned to look at Michelle. She leaned over the lane divider and extended her arms. I went to her and we hugged. Her bare breasts pressing into my chest felt great.

"Jesus!" Michelle said. "I gave it stuff I didn't know I had, and you still beat me. God, I'm dead!"

Michelle and I held onto each other until Rachel said, "Uh hum, may I dive now?" Michelle and I pulled ourselves out of the pool. Still too gassed to dress, we sat naked in patio chairs while Rachel stripped off and got on the diving board. I enjoyed watching Rachel dive every day and had learned some basics, like what a pike position is.

As Rachel launched herself into the air for her eleventh or twelfth dive, Michelle said to me, "She is exquisitely beautiful. You are lucky."

"I know," I replied.

When Rachel finished her dives, she said, "I've decided. Michelle lost so you wash Mark's back."

"Ok," Michelle said. She stood up. "Come on Mark." Michelle started towards the women's locker room door.

"Where are you going?" Rachel asked.

"If I'm washing his back," Michelle replied, "we're using one of the individual shower cubicles and it's going to be just Mark and me."

Rachel stood for a second, then smiled and said, "Ok. Have fun dear."

I followed Michelle into the locker room and back to the showers. She opened one of the individual stalls, turned on the water, and said, "get in." I got in. Michelle got in behind me. The shower stalls were designed for one person, so we were pressed together. Michelle washed my back. "Turn around," she said, "I'll do your front gratis."

I turned to face Michelle. She very slowly washed my shoulders and chest. She worked down my abs but stopped a couple inches above my dick. There wasn't room for her to bend down, so she washed as much of my thighs as she could reach. Then, she opened the stall door. As I'd expected, Rachel was standing outside. "Rachel," Michelle asked, "is it ok if I jack Mark off?"

"Only if he gets you off too," Rachel replied.

Michelle closed the stall door, looked me in the eyes, smiled, and asked "deal?"

"Deal," I said.

Michelle began fondling my balls. That got me hard. Then, she circled my dick with her hand and began stroking my entire length. After a few strokes, she brought her other hand into play. As she stroked the length of my shaft with one hand, she ran a finger of her other hand around the edge of my head. Michelle was good with her hands. I came quickly, shooting onto her belly. "Good?" Michelle asked.

"Very good," I replied.

I washed my come off Michelle's belly and then started kneading her breasts. Her nipples got extremely hard. After A few moments, Michelle said, "you need to move lower now." I put a hand between her legs and began running a finger over her lips. She was very wet, but I had no idea whether I'd caused that or the shower.

I moved my finger to Michelle's clit. She was starting to wiggle a bit and she was breathing harder. I pushed my finger into her cunt and began to explore. After a few seconds, I rubbed a spot that produced an "oh!" from Michelle. "Stay right there," she instructed. I did and began rubbing her harder. Her wiggling increased. Her breathing sped up even more. I sped up my rubbing. It didn't seem long at all before Michelle said, "oh...oh...here...here...it...comes...OH...GOD!" She moaned loudly.

From outside the stall, Rachel said, "that sounded good."

Michelle was sucking air. She snaked her arms around me. As her breathing returned to normal, she smiled and said, "Rachel is very lucky." Michelle kissed me on the lips.

Michelle and I never told Jeff about masturbating each other in the shower. For all I know, he'll be learning about it for the first time if he reads this. Knowing Jeff as I do now, I know he'll be pleased. At the time, I was more than a little concerned about what would happen if he found out.

Rachel had, in a sense, started the whole episode and had gone along with it as Michelle and I took it farther. Still, I was worried about what Rachel was thinking as I followed Michelle out of the shower. I shouldn't have been. As I stepped out of the shower, Rachel kissed me. "That sounded really hot," she said, smiling.

I can't explain it rationally, but my shower session with Michelle seemed to make her and Rachel even closer. I found out how much Rachel was sharing with Michelle when she and Jeff came for dinner the following Saturday. We had finished eating and were sitting in the apartment's front room at about 8:30 when Michelle told Jeff, "we need to leave before 9:00."

"Why?" Jeff asked.

"At nine o'clock every Saturday night," Michelle explained, "Rachel and Mark go in the bedroom and have sex while a couple in the next building watches them through the windows."

I thought "oh shit! Why did Rachel have to tell Michelle about that. Now, Jeff would decide we were too perverted. To say he surprised me is a gross understatement. "We could stay and join in," Jeff said.

"What do you mean?" Michelle asked.

"We could fuck while that couple watches us too," Jeff replied.

Michelle's face lit. "What a wonderful idea! Rachel, Mark, would you mind?"

"Of course not," Rachel answered for us.

Just before 9:00, Rachel, Michelle, Jeff, and I stripped naked in the front room. Rachel and I led them to our bedroom. We always left the blinds open, and I saw the other couple standing their apartment window. Rachel and I walked in, hopefully blocking Michelle and Jeff from the other couple's view. When we got past the bed, Rachel stepped to her left and I stepped to my right. Michelle and Jeff stepped up into the space we had created. The eyes of both members of the couple across the alley grew wide when they saw a second nude couple in our bedroom.

Our bed was too small for all four of us to be on it at once. Rachel and I went first. We were already excited at the idea of making love with not only the couple across the alley but also Michelle and Jeff watching us. I was semi-erect already and Rachel got me fully hard in no time.

"Pretty boner, Mark," Michelle quipped. The knowledge that Michelle was looking at my erect dick made it more exciting for both Rachel and me. A hand between Rachel's legs confirmed that she was extremely wet.

Rachel pulled me to her and said in my ear, "Screw making it last. Just fuck me as hard as you can." She fell back on the bed, pulling me on top of her. I slid into Rachel and began pounding. The sensations in my dick were intense, but the look on Rachel's face really got me going. She looked more beautiful and wanton than I'd ever seen her.

Quickly, Rachel had her strong legs around me pulling me into her. She was bucking. I was pushing in her as fast and hard as I could. Rachel dug her fingers into my back, hard.

I didn't want to come too fast because this was the first time our new friends Michelle and Jeff had watched us fuck. It very quickly got out of my control. Rachel was so worked up she got me worked up. Rachel's hips bucked more violently, and she started to moan. Realizing that Rachel was about to come sent me over the edge. I started shooting inside her. I was still shooting a couple of moments later when Rachel convulsed and screamed "MARK!" It made me feel even better that she'd yelled my name as she came.

I stayed in Rachel and we kissed for what felt like several minutes. Finally remembering that Michelle and Jeff needed the bed, I got up and helped Rachel up. I looked at Michelle and Jeff and said, "sorry we came so fast."

"That was the most arousing thing I've seen," Michelle said. She grabbed Jeff's erect dick with one hand and pulled him to her with the other. They kissed and fondled.

Suddenly, Rachel said, "shit. We left a wet spot. Let me change the sheet."

"Not now," Michelle said. She lay down in the wet spot on the bed and pulled Jeff on top of her. Michelle pulled her knees up to her chest and spread her legs. Jeff thrust his erection inside of her.

Rachel and I stood, each with an arm around the other, and watched our new friends fuck. It was unbelievable. Watching Michelle's face and her movements as Jeff thrust back and forth was live erotic art. Michelle looked almost as beautiful being fucked as Rachel did. I felt a momentary pang of disloyalty as it ran through my mind that I'd like to be in Jeff's position. A quick glance as Rachel reminded me I had just come inside the most desirable woman alive.

Michelle and Jeff took a bit longer to orgasm than Rachel and I had. When I realized Michelle was about to come, I focused on her face. No words can do justice to what Michelle's face looked like as she approached orgasm and then had it. By the time Michelle and Jeff came, I was hard again.

When Michelle and Jeff got off the bed, the wet spot was much larger. "Damn," Rachel said, "I think we're exhibitionists."

Michelle laughed and said, "and what's wrong with that?"

I'd forgotten about the couple across the alley. I looked out our window. The couple was still there. The woman was giving the man a blow job.

Those couple of evenings were very representative of that wonderful summer. Michelle and I worked out nude before the pool opened five days a week and Rachel dove nude. Monday through Thursday, Rachel and I did weight training. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday we spent with Michelle and Jeff. There was a lot of sex, including one night on campus a few feet from Lake Michigan. I didn't imagine we were the first couples to do that. We did restrain ourselves to our own partners.

One other event from that summer stands out, both because it was fun and because it had significance later. Dayson Woodmont and his wife Trinity had become members of the country club. They had a certain amount of local notoriety, having become extremely wealthy by their mid-thirties. Dayson was, I understood, a genius at micro-technology, making machines and devices of microscopic size. Trinity had the business and financial acumen to ensure that they realized full value from her husband's talent.

In early August, Rachel told me that the General Manger had told her that two members were renting the pool for a private party. The club had decided to require lifeguards, whom the members renting the pool would pay. Would Rachel and Michelle meet with the members? Not knowing who the members were, Rachel wanted me to come along. In addition to being a collegiate swimmer, I was a certified lifeguard.

Rachel, Michelle, and I met with the Woodmonts at the pool around closing time. While they obviously had money, I can't say that I found either of the Woodmonts attractive. Dayson, or "Day," gave the impression that he thought he was much smarter than everyone he dealt with. Maybe he was. Trin ("don't ever call me 'Trinity'") was nowhere near as physically attractive as she thought she was. They both talked to try to provoke a reaction, with "fuck," "shit," and "motherfucker" used liberally.

Despite the poor impression they created the one-night job the Woodmonts were offering was attractive. They were renting the pool to entertain about 30 "investors" coming in from out of town. The party would be 7:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m. on Saturday a week later. A self-serve buffet would be catered, and the club was providing a self-serve open bar. The Woodmonts had wanted a live band but the club said no out of fear of complaints from the neighbors. Several houses bordered the country club property.

Since the Woodmonts were required to have lifeguards, they wanted two girls and two guys. That was no problem. Jeff could be the other guy. I didn't know if he had lifeguard training, but Rachel, Michelle, and I could handle anything that happened, and no one would ask for any credentials. The best part was that the Woodmonts offered to pay us $ 250 each for the night. We said we'd do it.

Trin Woodmont asked to meet with us again the Friday afternoon before the event. Jeff came out from downtown for that meeting. Trin made it clear that our job was to keep people from getting seriously hurt. We were NOT there to be pool police.

"Also," Trin said, "I've seen what you girls wear lifeguarding at this pool. Day and I are trying to make an impression tomorrow night." She pulled $ 500 cash out of her miniscule purse and tossed it on a patio table. "Get some new suits," she said. "Guys, you should wear those Speedo things. Brief and tight so we see your packages. Girls, get thongs, just enough to cover your mounds. As for tops, less is more. If you only cover your nipples, I'll be happy. There's a place off North Michigan where you can get the types of things I'm thinking of. Go down there in the morning." Trin looked at us to see whether she'd shocked us. She seemed disappointed that she hadn't.

Trin was off on her numbers a little. Suits like she described at the shop she mentioned cost, for the four of us, $550.00. We figured we could afford, barely, putting in $12.50 each of our own money.

We were at the pool, in "uniform" by 6:00 p.m. The girls' bikinis were very revealing. Rachel and Michelle both looked fantastic. My briefs were too tight and constricting for my preference but, as Trin had directed, our briefs clearly outlined Jeff's and my dick and balls. We drew some long looks from the clubhouse crew setting up the bar and from the caterer's people.

I was a little concerned about a self-serve, open bar with no one to politely refuse drinks to anyone obviously drunk. We'd been told explicitly that monitoring guests' drinking was not part of our job. I was a bit relieved when the guests started showing up around 7:00. Day and Trin had hired chauffeured cars to bring their guests to the club and back to their hotels.

The guests seemed an odd mix. Most seemed to be in their thirties or forties. Four, two men and two women, looked like early to mid-twenties; and there was a couple whom I guessed to be mid-sixties. I guessed there were five or six more men than women. While the guests all spoke English, there were some unusual accents. Most of the guests changed in the locker rooms and went swimming. While no one came close to Rachel or Michelle, a few of the women were good looking. Trin and Day pranced around in swimsuits which confirmed that both were overweight.

Trin had obviously intended our "uniforms" for the evening to draw attention and they did. Apart from being ogled, the four of us had little to do apart from bringing a plastic cup to anyone drinking beer from a glass bottle around the pool. As we'd expected, the self-serve bar saw heavy use. More than half the guests were noticeably lit by the end of the first hour.

We were just over an hour into the party when Trin grabbed my arm, pointed to the men's locker room, and said "go in there. We want to talk to all four of you." Rachel was already inside. Michelle and Jeff soon came in, followed by Trin and Day.

Day opened the meeting by saying "this party is fucking boring!"

Trin, one of the few people, other than us, who didn't seem at all inebriated, said, "we're hoping you'll help us liven it up."

I had a strong suspicion where this was headed as Jeff asked, "what do you want us to do?"

"Take your suits off and work the rest of the party naked," Trin replied.

"We'll double what we're paying you," Day added. "Five hundred dollars for each of you for about five hours' work."

I think Day and Trin were taken aback a little by how readily Michelle said, "sure. That's no problem." The rest of us nodded in agreement.

"One thing though," Rachel added, "if any of your guests touch any of us anywhere we don't like, we smack them."

Trin smiled for the first time since we'd met her. "We agree," she said. Rachel, Michelle, Jeff, and I took our suits off. "Make sure everyone gets a good look at you," Trin added. Naked, we walked back out to the party.

We'd been drawing a lot of looks before. That intensified when we walked out naked. We resumed what we'd been doing, acting as if nothing had changed in the last five minutes. It was fun and exciting to be walking naked through a group of clothed people. In general, the guests were reasonably respectful. I saw Michelle slap one drunk guy's arm, hard, when he grabbed one of her tits. Rachel told me later that a guy offered her a thousand dollars to give him a blow job. We could handle that.

It was noticeably twilight around 9:00 p.m. when I heard one of the younger female guests say, a bit loudly, "if they can walk around naked, I can at least take my top off!" Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw a slightly thick blonde take off the top of her bikini. That opened a barrier. While eight or so of the older guests left, the rest started taking off clothing. At first, it was mainly women going topless. A few minutes later, the blonde who had started it wiggled out of her bottoms. Soon, there were four or five nude women, in addition to Rachel and Michelle. Then, a couple of the guys dropped their trunks.

In a few more minutes, about 17 or 18 of the remaining 22-24 guests were naked. So were Trin and Day. Trin and Day obviously intended what happened because they'd had an opaque tarp hung on the pool fence on the side towards the drive. People driving to and from the clubhouse couldn't see into the pool at all that night.

As you would imagine with a group of drunk people stripping, there was soon groping and oral sex. Then, I saw the blonde who had started things bent over the end of the diving board on the pool deck being fucked from behind. She seemed to be enjoying it.