Views at the pool

As his morning had started off rather steamy, Charlie did his best to keep the rest of his day perfectly average. He had spent the early afternoon cleaning up around the apartment, doing a load of laundry, scrubbing the kitchen. Mundane stuff, but necessary every once in a while. Now that the sun shone high and bright, and the clouds had seemed to all but disappear, leaving a clear blue sky, Charlie determined that it'd be a waste for him to stay inside all day. So he threw on some shoes and decided to go down to the pool bar, where he knew he could get his hands on some lunch.

The pool was unsurprisingly busy. Along the edges of the pool lay about two dozen women on comfortable lounge chairs, tanning in the tiniest bikinis. Their bodies glistened in the sun, the sweat that ran down their curves seemed to hypnotize Charlie, who had to remind himself not to stare. The pool itself was busy too, some women swam laps, other just floated along in the water, a drink in their hands. Charlie noticed the lifeguard, who's job it was to look after the guests and felt immediately sorry for him. He was a young man, skinny and unimpressive looking, yet he was being hounded with attention. As he had just done his best to reprimand a woman for leaving her trash on the ground, putting on his bravest face, another walked past him and brushed her hand along his behind, making him **** on his words and blush. Some of the women just stared at him, others openly flirted. It was clear the kid had no idea what to do with all of the attention.

Charlie took his place at the bar, having ordered a burger and a coke and waited for them to arrive. The sun seemed particularly hot today, so hot in fact, that some of the women who'd normally wear clothing that might help conceal their... parts a little better, had today decided that they'd let go of those inhibitions. Charlie's eyes fell on a black woman, who's hair was braided down to the middle of her back and who's long legs seemed to go on forever. Her high cheekbones and determined gaze made him believe she must've been a model, even the way she walked called attention to her every movement. Though where Charlie's eyes seemed to cling unto the longest, was the impressive bulge straining against the fabric of her lilac swimsuit. From the side he could clearly see the outline of her shaft, and her heavy balls hanging nearly passed the edges of the bikini bottoms. When she sat down on a lounge chair by the pool, chatting to a friend who leaned on the edge of the pool, her body in the water, she readjusted her cock casually. Grabbing hold of it with her hand, her well maintained, white nails sliding down beneath her balls. Without noticing Charlie had turned around on his barstool and sat eyeing the futa openly. Before he could come to his senses, she noticed his eyes fixed on her and squeezed her shaft through her bikini. Charlie's eyes met hers, his cheeks warmed, either from the sun or his arousal and she stuck out her tongue playfully, moving her knees up so the people beside her couldn't tell what she was doing. With a swift motion the woman pulled the head of her cock out, looking over shoulder to make sure nobody else was eyeing her and again moved her bikini further to the side, revealing her hardening cock, her balls and beautiful pussy...

"Sir, sir? Charlie!" Suddenly Charlie was pulled back to reality as the voice behind the bar called for him. He turned around again and saw Whitney holding his lunch. "Here you go sleepyhead, didn't recognize you at first."

"T-thanks Whitney, my bad, I was a little distracted." Whitney, a waitress and bartender who worked at the resort, shook her head as she placed the plate in front of him.

"I'm sure you were, but I'd be careful with that one, she's the kind that likes to share..." Whitney gave him a coy wink, nudging her head towards the woman who had just revealed herself to him. Charlie hadn't ever spoken to Whitney about any of that sort of stuff, he was pretty certain she had no idea what his side hustle was. But then again, he shouldn't be surprised. One of the main attraction not actively promoted by Hermatus was the fact that everyone was always fucking. It was a secret everyone seemed to be in on, but no one spoke of out loud. Charlie had always thought Whitney was a more conservative, 'regular' person, but clearly she'd had her own experiences with the futa guests.

Keeping in mind the promise he had made to himself, Charlie had decided to just try and focus on his food, keeping his back turned to the gorgeous woman clearly interested in bending him over. His erection seemed to be calling him an idiot, but he knew the rest of his body was grateful, the past few days he had been very, very busy. When he had finished his burger and drink and had gotten up to leave, waiving Whitney goodbye, Charlie had stepped down from his barstool, but felt a looming presence block his way as he tried to turn around and leave.

"Now baby, were you really going to leave without giving me some sugar?" The soft sultry voice seemed to fit her perfectly, as Charlie turned around and looked straight at a large set of breasts, squeezed into a lilac bikini. "First you get me all worked up with those eyes of yours, and then you just ignore me? I've gotta say baby, I'm a little hurt..."

Charlie's eyes traveled upwards, finding hers staring down at him, the emotion in them hard to guess. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, you're just very pretty." Having breathed away most of his shock, Charlie now attempted to portray himself as confident and laid-back, as he normally would when speaking with a client. The woman in front of him seemed to see through that charade however, and slid her hand along his side, grabbing his chin and making him look up at her properly.

"That's okay sweet thing, I tend to have that effect on people." Charlie thought that he saw her shoot a glance over at Whitney standing behind the bar. "But next time you get me all riled up, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands." As she spoke the woman used her free hand to grab a handful of Charlie's ass, clutching it tightly. Charlie stuttered something incoherent, unsure of what to respond. The woman giggled and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. "See you around, sugar."