Get some freakin' exercise!

You decide to make the radical decisions to, you know, actually get some exercise in today, and hop in the pool. There's always another cock eager to pump you full up, but you don't get to get a nice swim in everyday.

A modest swimmer at best, you manage to struggle across a lane and back, clutching onto the edge of the pool for a brief rest. Suddenly, someone slips in beside you, and when he surfaces you are surprised to find the inattentive lifeguard.

"Care for a race?" He grins. You shrug.

"Sure, why not?" He'll win, of course.

"You know, it's just the two of us in here, why don't we make it interesting?" You glance over at the presumably now-vacant hot tub. You can't confirm, but you imagine he's got no reason to lie.

"How interesting?" You raise an eyebrow.

"If you beat me, say, I'll lose my trunks." He grins.

"And if you win I lose my top?" You frown.

"I was thinking bottoms, but that'll work." He shrugs.

You shake your head. "You're a lifeguard, and I'm a terrible swimmer. No." You pause just long enough for him to start, but you run him over. "How about I do one lap and you take off one thing, but if you can do two laps, I'll take off two." Your turn to grin.

He swallows hard, then nods. "Ya, okay." He glances across the pool, suddenly a little more worried. "That sounds fair." He says, eyes back on you.

You smile. He's doing the mental calculation. He may be faster than you, but twice as fast would be a stretch by any means. Too bad he didn't listen to what he'd actually agreed to, or he'd be much less concerned!

You shove off, looking back at him. "Waiting for me to say go?" You say, turning back to the water.

He passes you quickly enough, and back the other way, but when you reach the far end he's barely halfway back. You smile, leisurely making your way across. As you pull up, you look back. He almost did it! Maybe you should have let him win? Nah, this way'll be way more fun!

He pulls up beside you, gasping for air. "Okay, you won..." He pants, reaching under the water with one hand, the other clinging to the pool edge. He holds up his shorts, and you eye into the blur of the rough surface of the water. Clear enough to see how hard he is. Probably didn't help his hydrodynamics.

"Yup, I finished one lap, so you hafta take off one thing." You nod, reaching your hand behind you. "And you finished two, so..." You pull the top of, setting it on the edge of pool, and reaching down for the bottoms.

"I didn't beat you..." His eyes go wide as you toss your bottoms with your tops and shove out into the pool.

"I didn't say anything about beating eachother, did I?" You smile, gliding out on your back, breasts cresting the waters surface. You make lazy strokes back out, leaving behind the stunned lifeguard.

"I like your kind of race!" He says, pushing off the wall after you.

"Not, like, a race." You glide your way out, enjoying the warm water on your bare skin. "Maybe, like, a race against yourself?"

"You bet against yourself and lost?" He draws up beside you, rolling likewise onto his back. You lift your head and grin at the cute sight of his cock standing up right out of the water. You decide not to say the cute part out loud.

"I bet against you making two laps and lost." You say, pull up onto the side of the pool, "You won a cute, naked girl!" You smile, placing a hand on the cool tile at each side of you, letting your knees casually spread as he crosses through the water in front of you.

"And I bet against you making one lap and lost?" He says, his hands sending fun little chills up your spine as they trace up your bare legs.

"Consider it a personal best." You bite your lip as his fingers make their way to your other pair, tracing along the edge of the smooth flesh. Your hips gently writhe at his touch, and you lift your butt off the tile, twisting and pressing forward to the very edge of the pool, letting your knees spread as wide as they'll go, pushing yourself at his fingertips and guiding them right between your waiting, eager, wet pussy lips.

He keeps his slow pace, letting his finger glide along your slick, tender slit, those chills intensifying. "Interested in any new personal bests?"

"What will you owe me when you lose?" Your hips gently rock as his finger traces the outline of your hungry little hole.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something..." He pulls his hand back, tracing it teasingly along the outside of your lips. "What new personal best should we try for?"