M Kress - Sister_s secret craving

Chiffon smiled and rubbed the towel over her small tits. "I know."

"Say, Jimmy," Bob Finderson said as Jimmy got up to leave.

"Yeah, Coach?" Jimmy asked. He wondered what the Coach wanted him to do now. He could hear the showers of the other swimmers going as they prepared to leave practice and go home.

"How would you like to earn some extra money?" Bob asked.

"Sure thing, Coach!" Jimmy said. He could always use the pocket money.

"Then, why don't you help me clean up around here after the guys have all gone?" Bob asked. "It'll save me a lot of trouble."

"Great!" Jimmy exclaimed. He liked the idea of working around the pool. He could enjoy the smell of the water, and the feeling of comfort he got from being near the water would be nice. He could explain to Cindy when he got home why he was late. She'd be pleased he was finding something for him to do at the pool instead of wasting his time, as she put it.

"Bob!" a voice called from the entranceway of the pool. It was a woman's voice, and Jimmy wondered who it could be. He knew the girls wouldn't be here today. He also knew it wasn't Mrs. Finderson, for he knew her voice well.

"Come on, Jimmy," Bob smiled. "You're going to meet someone."

"Sure thing, Coach," Jimmy agreed. He was a little unsure of himself, but what the hell? It wouldn't kill him.

He followed the older man out of the office and to the main entranceway, near the ticket booth of the pool. He was taken aback by what he saw.

The girl, or woman, really, was tall and well-built. She had dark-brown hair and laughing blue-green eyes. She had a darkly tanned face and thick, sensuous lips. Her tits were ripe and full, though firm. She was wearing a white halter that outlined every bit of her nipples. The tight, cut-off blue jeans she wore accented the loveliness of her shapely thighs and long, tapering legs. She had full, wide hips. Her smile was cheerful, and she had dimples.

Jimmy instantly felt shy, and walked up a little red-faced behind the Coach. He stood by as the two exchanged a brief greeting.

"Hey, Bob, how are your swimmers going to do at the State meet?" the woman asked.

"I think we'll surprise a lot of people, including quite a lot from here, too," Bob smiled. He turned to face Jimmy. "And this is one of my secret weapons. Jimmy Whitehall, meet Patricia Worthy. She works nights here, even though her father owns this place."

"How do you do?" Jimmy stammered.

"Fine," Pat smiled. She pointed to Bob. "And don't mind him. I just work here to get some spending money. My dad has me on a strict allowance, and every little bit helps."

"Well, I've got to be going," Bob said with a glance at his watch. "Jimmy here is going to clean up for the night customers. I'll pay him my share. I know there's going to be a few nights where he'd not going to be able to work, since I want him to be sure he passes his hard subjects."

"Fine," Pat said with a twinkle in her eyes. "You think Jimmy here has a chance?"

"A chance?" Bob laughed. "He's got more than a chance. Unless he does something really dumb, like not concentrating." Bob's smile broadened.

"Then he'll be State champ for sure."

Jimmy blushed again at the mention of his concentration. He knew the Coach was referring to his getting fucked last night. Good thing he hadn't blabbed that it was his sister that had fucked him. No sense in freaking people out.

"Keep it up, Jimmy," Pat smiled. "If you do good, you'll get a scholarship to college instead of having to get money from somewhere else. I get it from my old man, but he's a real bear when it comes to fun money."

"Well," Bob said, "I've really got to be going now. See you tomorrow, Jimmy."

"Sure thing, Coach," Jimmy said, waving as Bob walked away.

Jimmy turned back to Pat as soon as Bob was out of sight. "What should I start on first?"

"The showers, I guess," Pat said. She looked at him with a new light in her eyes. She was a fun-loving girl, and she was attracted by the rugged good looks of the boy before her, and his air of innocent masculinity. "Say, how many girls do you have on the hook?"

"Huh?" Jimmy wasn't quite sure what the older girl meant.

"Well, a good-looking stud like you has got to have some of the girls stringing along," Pat said with a devilish air in her voice.

"I don't…" Jimmy began, "have a girlfriend."

"What?" Pat was really surprised. "I find that hard to believe."

"Well, practice takes up so much time," Jimmy said.

"It shouldn't take up all your nights," Pat said. "Oh, well, I guess we both had better start to work. I've got to get the cash register ready."

Jimmy nodded and walked over to the showers. He went to work on the men's side first, knowing it was the messiest. He was a little confused by the college girl's hints and strange talk. If he didn't know better, he would have thought she was sizing him up, readying herself to put the make on him. He knew that was nonsense. Just because his older sister was weird didn't make all older women strange in the head. Though, Jimmy admitted, he had really liked what he had seen of Pat. I bet she's dynamite in bed, Jimmy thought to himself as he mopped the tile floor. Probably fucks like a rabbit. He grinned at the thought, and wondered what she looked like naked. He could see from the thin material of her halter that her nipples were thick and stiff. They looked like they'd be tasty as hell.

"Jimmy," Pat called from behind him.

Jimmy turned around, expecting Pat to ask him to move something, but his jaw dropped in surprise and shock as he stared at the vision of loveliness standing just a few feet from him.

Pat had removed all of her clothing, and her long, brown hair tickled her tanned shoulders. Her entire body was tanned. She obviously sunbathed in the nude. Her full, ripe tits hung a little lower on her body than Cindy's, Jimmy thought, but the nipples were thick and looked tastier. Jimmy let his gaze travel over the smooth plane of her belly, and locked onto the thick brown bush of her pussy. The slight crease of her cunt was barely visible through the tangle of pubic hair.

Jimmy brought his gaze back up to her face. She smiled. He stared at her smiling lips and could feel his half-standing cock spring to full thickness. His balls jerked slightly, and the mop fell from his numbed hands.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" Pat smiled. "Like me."

Jimmy didn't need any more encouragement. He walked from the tiles of the shower room and to the dressing room area. He quickly peeled his shirt from his muscular chest, and let it drop on the wooden bench. He jerked his pants down, and his briefs. He had taken off his shoes to mop the shower room floor. His cock stood stiff and proud from his loins.

"God!" Pat breathed, staring at his prick. "I didn't think."

Jimmy held his breath as he watched the college girl reach out and grip the rigid shaft jutting out from his loins. Her hand closed on his cock and he hissed through clenched teeth. Her hand was cool upon his burning prick, and her fingers gripped it with lustful strength. His eyes were slitted with pleasure, and he glanced around the room, trying to figure out an area where they could fuck.

"Oh, shit," Jimmy said softly. "Where?"

Pat shook her head, coming out of her passion-induced trance. "Oh, the main office. It has a bed in it in case someone ever gets hurt at the pool."

Jimmy nodded and followed the nude body of the college girl as she led him through the deserted corridors of the building. Her asscheeks rubbed against each other in maddening ripples of flesh, and her tits flopped slightly on her chest. Jimmy could feel his cock grow harder as he watched the movement of her ass as he followed her. He knew this was going to be a great fuck!