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Chapter 6 by little.cindy little.cindy

What's next?

Just keep running!

You scurry across the gym, bottomless, carrying her cloths and yours, and duck down the nearest hall, which leads to the pool. From the commotion behind you, you're fairly certain she's not free yet, so you try to consider an overall plan as you start running past the deep end.

"No running by the pool!" Some guy shouts. You look back and realize you'd just literally run right past the lifeguard stand without even realizing it was there. You smile as this gives you an idea.

"Care for some company?" You walk up to the bottom of his ladder, looking nervously at the door from the gym.

He just looks quizzically down at you. "I don't think..." He starts, but you just tuck the clothes under your arm and grab the ladder.

"Thanks!" You grin, quickly reaching the top as he moves out of the way in the tight space. His eyes are glued to your waist and you look down with a laugh, realizing that from up here he might not even have known you were totally bottomless until this instant.

"Maybe I should put my shorts on, eh?" You smile at him.

"I could just take mine off, even the playing field." He nervously tries to joke, but you bite your lip with another glance to the door. Might as well enjoy your hideout.

"Sounds good to me." You ignore his blank stare and yank down his trunks, the rock hard cock tenting them popping free in your face. Without breaking your stroke bending down to drop his shorts, your mouth closes around it and presses in, and as you pull back you leave a sloppy, slobbery trail of spit between him and your lips. You're already lubed up, and now he's ready, and two people pressed in tight would easily pass for one in the corner of your eye...

You knock him over with a feather into his seat, and reaching behind you to guide his cock with one hand you spread your dripping wet lips with the other, guiding him right in as you sit on his lap. His cock doesn't press in with quite the ease you'd wanted, but another two strokes and you're resting cheek to thigh just as the doors swing open and in comes hottie, totally naked, entourage of horny men in tow.

The entire group pours past as you grind softly against the still-stunned lifeguard, watching them slip right out the other end of the room and into the women's lockerroom, probably thinking that's where you'd gone.

What's next?

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