Leanne observes the pool life

Leanne pulled on the swimsuit and examined herself in the mirror. She smiled.

Her suit was one she had picked up last year during a trip to the Islands. It was white, so it showed off her tanned body nicely. Those hours in the tanning salon would pay off. The top was a sports bra type; it flattered lifted her breasts. Best of all, Leanne knew, that, since it had no padding, once it got wet her nipples would be totally visible. The bottom was a tight brief that fit like a second skin.

Leanne pulled on a blouse and skirt over the swim suit and headed for the pool. She left her clothing in the lockers and entered the pool area carrying just a large towel.

She had been right; the pool complex was almost deserted. There were four middle-aged men swimming laps together; it looked like they were some kind of swim team. An older, maybe 30 or so, female lifeguard was sorting and arranging floats and swim lesson materials. A male lifeguard, really cute and sitting high in his observation chair, was totally occupied with a young coed type. The little slut was wearing a swim suit that looked as if it was nothing more than three bandaids held together with string.

Leanne was pissed; she's never get the young stud's attention. She considered her options: swimming laps, trying to capture the lifeguard's attention someway, checking out the men's swim team, going over to the female lifeguard, or giving up and leaving for home.