James always worked as a lifeguard in the summer when he wasn't in school. He had done so his last few years of high school, now into his first couple years of college. Waiting tables never appealed to him, neither did landscape work. Next summer he would likely need to find an internship, but this year it was back to the pool again.His hometown was small compared to the city where he went to college, and there were only a handful of public pools to pick from. But he knew the owner of Sunny Valley Pool, and was always able to get hired with only a preparatory phone call. After all, his certifications were always up to date, and he was a very strong swimmer. He even taught the CPR class on occasion, and was always able to keep the chaos in the pool under control.While lifeguarding doesn't pay the best, James found it to be relaxing work and had long ago learned that it was a great place to meet girls. He kept in shape for the most part, usually swimming several times a week, and his easy going demeanor and sandy blond hair tended to keep girls interested.
He was in college, too, which meant the high school girls who so often visited the pool in packs of five or six all found him to be a pretty big deal. On occasion James was known to wear a Euro-style bathing suit to work, the kind that was not necessarily a Speedo but was close. It was like wearing boxer-briefs; the kind of swimsuit that is popular in places like Rio de Janeiro and the Riviera. Wearing this suit had helped him get laid more than once, since it showed off both his fit butt and his bulge. He had learned a few years ago that girls were more likely to act on their interest if he put himself out there first, sort of like a peacock strutting around with brilliant feathers blazing.Today he had worn the suit and been rewarded with a couple of phone numbers from some recent high school graduates who wouldn't shut up about going to college in the fall. But James had humored them because they had both been blonde, tan, and totally smoking hot. In the end they even invited him to a party their friend was throwing over the weekend. It seemed to him like a party full of newly finished high school grads would be as good a place as any to find a willing piece of ass.The pool had closed about an hour earlier, and James was left with only a few other pool employees to put everything away for the day as the sun sank steadily behind the western wooded hills. Tommy and Loren, who worked the cash registers at the concession stand, waved him goodbye as they walked out through the front gate to the parking lot holding hands. James wondered vaguely when they had started dating, and smiled as he thought of the beauty of summer flings. He now was alone on the property as far as he could tell, and as he gathered up more equipment to put in the main office he heard the shower running in the women's changing room."Hellooo," he called at medium volume, wondering if another elementary-aged kid had left the water running. "Anyone in there?"No one replied, so he ventured forward through the small concrete doorway towards the area that housed the sinks, showers, and toilet stalls.
As he suspected, a shower was running with no one using it. But as he neared it to turn it off, he noticed a wadded-up red bikini and a towel heaped on one of the benches. Then he heard what distinctly sounded like the rattling of a roll of toilet paper and, before he could do anything, a toilet flushed and one of the stall doors swung open.He recognized Becca the second she stepped out of the stall, though her wet hair was draped across the front of her face. She wore nothing except the wire to a pair of headphones that ascended from the iPod in her hand to disappear under her hair, and some plastic shower shoes. After about three or four steps, she looked up and their eyes met."James!" she screeched in surprise. One arm flashed across her perky breasts and the other plastered itself between her legs as she lunged forward, trying to hide her nakedness. She turned her face away but not so soon that he couldn't see her burning red cheeks. Stunned, he gaped for a few heartbeats until he remembered that he shouldn't be staring. He turned on his heel and stared instead at the painted concrete wall. In a matter of seconds he heard the stall door slam shut once more."Sorry!" he called lamely, though he didn't know if she had removed her headphones or not. He walked out of the changing room quickly and took solace in the main office, which was only a few steps away. Once inside he laughed awkwardly to himself, not knowing whether he should be embarrassed or delighted at the whole thing.Visions of a sexual harassment lawsuit momentarily entered his mind, but they were quickly replaced by the fresh memory of Becca's wonderful naked body.
