You just barely catch Amy!

You burst through the water, frantic strokes propelling you forwards with as much speed as you can muster. With her dirty tactics, Amy managed to build a solid lead on you, but you’re not going to go down so easily. You push yourself as fast as you can go, water splashing high in the air. Your arms windmill through the water, legs scissor-kicking fast, all your focus placed on catching up to that juicy red ass just an arm’s breadth away from you.

Amy flip-turns at the end of the lap, racing back towards you, before you realise that the two of you are set on a rapid collision course. It’s a game of chicken that lasts a fraction of a second as Amy pulls aside, losing a crucial second or two in the process, her momentum from killed in the process. You turn around a heartbeat after, hot on her heels, the chase for the finish going to be oh-so-close if you can just keep up your pace.

The good news is, you’ve been working out. You’re in great shape, and you’ll be damned if you’re going to lose to this hot girl. So you push and push, that red ass so tantalizingly close, your longer reach and athleticism gaining you precious inches. That’s when you realise how close you both are to the end. Just another couple seconds and Amy will finish the race ahead of you. You need to change something up.

So you desperately lunge forwards, kicking as hard as you can, your hands grabbing onto Amy’s ass. She shrieks as you pull her back, and you give her ass an appreciative squeeze as you swim by her, barely getting a hand on the pool’s edge a moment before she does.

“You sneaky boy,” Amy laughs, shaking beads of water out of her hair as she reaches the end. “You really went the extra mile, didn’t you?”

“Nothing dirtier than what you did,” you say.

“Nothing dirtier than what I’m about to do,” she smiles, lifting herself out of the pool. “I still can’t believe you beat me… you’re fast as hell, you know that?”

“Just getting back into shape,” you chuckle, stretching a bit, showing off your musculature.

“Stop drawing attention to yourself,” Amy laughs. “Do you want the whole world to watch while I jerk you off?”

As you clamber onto her pool chair, she tosses the blanket over you, and then squeezes onto the chair next to you, her hand slipping under the blanket and caressing your bulge.

“It’s not my fault that I’m so good looking,” you say.

Amy snakes a hand into your speedos, squeezing your cock, still dripping wet from the pool.

“And you’ve got a good thing going down here too,” she says, a fresh smile crossing her lips as she struggles to wrap her hand around your girth.

She begins to stroke your cock, pulling it out of your swimsuit with a slow motion so as to not alert anyone who might be watching. Across the pool, Gina continues to sunbathe, but her sunglasses make it impossible to tell if she’s watching you or not. Something about the situation—getting jerked off in public, everything a mere towel away from being completely exposed—brings you to full mast, and Amy gives your cock the appreciation it deserves, rapid pumps of her hand the perfect combination of rough and smooth.

“Hey, how’s it going Amy?” a guy in a TMNT shirt and flip flops asks, coming up to the two of you.

Amy looks up at him and gives him a friendly wave with her free hand.

“Everything’s swell, Darren,” she says. “You here for a swim? I thought you hated exercise.”

“Yeah, but…” he nods his head in Gina’s general direction. “Hot girls abound, you get me?”

You stifle a groan as Amy clutches your cock more tightly.

“You alright man? Oh shit, I know you,” he laughs, ruffling his hair. “You’re… what’s your name, Alex, right? Gina’s sister?”

“Yeah,” you manage to say. “We… met at that Theta party a week or two ago.”

Amy’s continued to jerk you off the entire time, scattering all your concentration. As she cups your balls with a hand, you let out an involuntary groan.

“Uh-huh,” Darren says, nodding slowly. He glances at the blankets, and gives you a wink. “I should get going. Booty calls.”

“You wouldn’t believe it, but that guy gets around,” Amy says, nodding at him as he walks away, both her hands now under the blanket, aggressively working your rock-hard thang.

“Uhhh…” is your articulate response as you cum, your sperm splattering against the blanket, the orgasm short-circuiting your speech function.

“But don’t worry, he’s not as good looking as you,” she laughs, patting your rapidly softening cock.

“Good to know,” you nod, watching as he posts up in the seat next to Gina, somehow immediately striking up a conversation with her.

Amy +15
Darren +5