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Caught Masturbating in Public by the Sexy Older Lifeguard

And he was the subject of my fantasies. I’m a 19-year-old virgin who can’t stop thinking about his big dick. He’s 25 and an off-limits bad boy.

“Mm, beach season is the best,” my best friend Lila purred, her eyes fixed on a group of guys emerging from the ocean. “Nothing like a group of hot guys coming out of the water, their shorts clinging to everything! It’s dick print season.” Her hand shielded her eyes from the sun as she inspected the scene with an impish grin.

“Holy shit, Lila, don’t say that so loud,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I glanced up and down the beach, hoping no one had heard her. My conservative Chinese-American parents would have been appalled at this white girl’s language, but since meeting Lila college, I’ve grown to take a secret thrill in the crazy things that came out of her mouth.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn’t help but steal a glance at the guys. She was right — their swimsuits clung to them like second skins, leaving very little to the imagination.

“Come on, it’s just harmless fun,” Lila teased, nudging me playfully. “They look at our bikinis, we look at them in wet swimsuits. It’s almost like a transaction. And admit it, you’re curious too.”

“Fine,” I said, giving in to the temptation. “They’re hot, okay?” The sight before me was undeniably erotic. Muscular thighs and defined abs glistened under the sunlight, but it was the bulges in their swim trunks that held my attention. I felt a sudden and heat between my legs, and I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore it.

“Maybe this will be the year you finally lose your v-card.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I snorted. “I wish I’d never told you about that. I’m saving myself.”

“For marriage?” she gasped, laughing her ass off, then stopping. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Not for marriage, just for a guy who could be the one,” I said.

“Check out the one in the green shorts,” Lila whispered, pointing discreetly. “That’s a pretty impressive package. I think he might be hard. He could be the one.”

“Don’t say that,” I whispered, elbowing her. Still, I looked over at the guy she was referring to, and my breath caught in my throat. He was tall, with tanned skin and dark salt-and-pepper hair that was slicked back from the water. His green shorts clung to him like a glove, his cock was clearly visible beneath the wet fabric, and she was right, his dick did look a little hard.

Not that I knew much about hard dicks. I was too afraid of my parents to watch porn. It didn’t help that they’d struck it rich by developing an app that allowed helicopter parents to monitor every keystroke their child made. Better to play it safe.

But maybe the beach was nice. Like analog soft core porn. My parents could never know.

Could they? Shit. I needed to stop being so paranoid. I was 19, not 13, for fuck’s sake.

I’d also improved my cursing at college.

“Wow,” I breathed, unable to look away. I could feel my nipples hardening beneath my bikini top, and I prayed Lila wouldn’t notice.

“See? It’s fun to look,” she said, satisfied with my reaction. “Besides, it’s not like we’re going to do anything about it.”

“Right…” I agreed, trying to convince myself that this was all harmless. But as I continued to watch the guys on the beach, my mind filled with naughty fantasies. How would those cocks feel inside me? How would it feel to have their strong hands gripping my hips and their hot mouths on my skin?

“Damn, look at that one,” Lila said, pointing to a guy emerging from the water in red lifeguard shorts. The fabric clung to his body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. His body was incredible, flat abs and muscular thighs, with tattoos that covered much of his shoulders. His massive cock was outlined perfectly against the wet material, and my pussy clenched involuntarily as I admired the sight.

“Wow,” I murmured, my eyes glued to the obscene display. It took me a moment to realize why he looked so familiar. My heart dropped when it hit me — the guy with the perfect cock was someone I knew, someone completely off limits.

“Now he might be worth talking to,” Lila said. “Lifeguard. Do you think I can fake an injury?”

“Uh, Lila,” I confessed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “That’s actually my parent’s pool boy, Sawyer.”

“Really?” she exclaimed, raising her eyebrows. “Damn, girl! No wonder you’re all flustered. Hooking up with the help?”

“No. Hell no. He is off limits.” I pleaded, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs that only intensified as I watched him approach.

“He’s not off my limits,” Lila murmured, waving at him. I slapped her hand down. “Good call. You have first dibs, since he lives in your back yard.”

I lowered my voice. “He’s 25, and he’s an asshole. Why would I hook up with him?”

“Why indeed,” Lila agreed, though her eyes remained glued to his body. “But, uh, do you think you could introduce me?”

“No!” I snapped, a little more forcefully than I’d intended. “Look, he’s not a good person, okay? Trust me, you don’t want to get involved with him. He comes from a rough background.”

My parents would kill me if they found out I was discussing flirting with their employee. Not that I let my parents decide everything, but he wasn’t even my type. Unlike my parents, I had nothing against people who were poor, but he wasn’t driven, didn’t want to accomplish anything, according to my father. He had no college education, and no apparent desire to get one. He worked several jobs, all apparently to support his surf bum lifestyle.

“Lila, he lives in my parents’ pool house. And he’s fine with that. He’s 25. We’re 19. We don’t need to get caught up with a guy like him.” Shit, I sounded like my mother. “You need a guy with a good future. A doctor or an engineer.” What the hell were my mom’s words doing spouting out of my mouth?

“Fine, fine,” Lila relented, but her curiosity was evident. I prayed she wouldn’t push the issue further.

Still, Sawyer strolled over and greeted us with a charming smile. I tried to avert my eyes from his crotch, but it was very difficult.

“Hey, Callie,” he said casually, eying Lila, who was curvy, tall, and beautiful, with curly red hair and pale, freckled skin. She was not the kind of person you’d expect to hang out with a short science nerd like myself, but behind Lila’s beauty hid a brilliant scientific mind. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Lila.” I glared at him, trying to fend him off with a dirty look.

“Nice to meet you, Lila,” he replied, extending his hand for a brief handshake before turning his full attention back to me. His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I couldn’t help but stare at the way his wet swimsuit clung to his thick cock.

“Hey, Callie,” he said casually. “Who’s your friend?”

I sighed, knowing Lila was much more Sawyer’s type than I was. She was curvy and vivacious, with red hair and green eyes. I was a way-too-short Asian geek. Not that I wanted to be this giant white boy’s type. “This is Lila.”

“Nice to meet you, Lila,” he replied, extending his hand for a brief handshake before turning his full attention back to me. His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I couldn’t help but stare at the way his wet swimsuit clung to his thick, hard cock.

“Enjoying the beach?” he asked, completely unfazed by my blatant ogling.

“Y-yeah,” I stammered, feeling my pussy pulse with need. I shifted uncomfortably, wondering if there was any way I could discreetly get myself off without anyone noticing.

“Great,” he grinned, seemingly pleased with my reaction. “Well, I’ll catch up with you later, Callie. Have fun.”

“Y-you too,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper as he sauntered away. My eyes remained fixed on his retreating figure, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have that huge member buried deep inside me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The relentless ache between my legs was driving me crazy. I stood and headed for the water, hoping the ocean would cool me down. My pulse raced with each step, and I could feel the heat radiating from my core.

“Going for a swim?” Lila called out, her voice teasing.

“Too hot out here,” I muttered under my breath, stepping deeper into the water.

The salty waves lapped against my thighs, and I hoped that they’d wash away my arousal as I waded deeper. Instead, the water swirled and pulsed around my keyed-up body, making me ache for more. Facing out to sea, I stepped deeper, and a wave crashed against me, pressing against my breasts, sliding over my pussy.

I closed my eyes, and images of Sawyer’s body invaded my mind. Slowly, once I was deep enough in the water that I hoped no one could see, I dared to slip my hand beneath my bikini bottom. My fingers found my swollen clit, and I bit back a moan at the first touch.

I’d only wanted a quick touch, just some pressure where I needed it, but one touch led to another, and soon, I was losing control. I glanced wildly around, hoping no one was nearby in the water, but I was relatively alone, with most people splashing in the shallow surf. Maybe I could just do this quickly, facing away from the beach, and no one would ever know.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, rubbing myself furiously. My other hand slid lower, seeking the entrance to my dripping pussy. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, masturbating to thoughts of my father’s employee — and in public, where he could catch me — but the guilt only heightened the arousal.

My mind filled with images of Sawyer — his strong arms, his sun — kissed skin, and above all, that massive cock straining against his red swimsuit. I imagined him growing hard, the way the other man had. He’d stalk over and tell me he needed my body, pinning me down, taking control, forcing me to submit to his every desire. And as much as I hated to admit it, the thought turned me on more than anything ever had before.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted, thrusting two fingers deep inside myself, my thumb working my clit in frantic circles. The waves crashed around me, providing a rhythmic backdrop to my self-pleasure. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build, and when it finally hit, I cried out, my body shuddering with the force of my release.

Gasping for breath, I let my hands fall from my body and allowed the water to wash away the evidence of what I’d done. As I turned to head back to shore, my gaze landed on the lifeguard stand — and there, smirking down at me with a knowing glint in his eye, was Sawyer.

“Did you enjoy your swim?” he called out, his voice dripping with innuendo.

“Fuck you,” I shot back, my cheeks burning with humiliation. It was bad enough that I’d given in to my forbidden desires; the fact that Sawyer had witnessed my momentary lapse of judgment made it worse.

But as I trudged back to my towel, I couldn’t help but wonder what might happen if I gave in to the naughty fantasies that haunted my dreams.

It wasn’t as if Sawyer would want to, though. As much as he wasn’t my type, I was sure a 19-year-old virgin nerd wasn’t his. He was a man of the world, street smart and far too old for me. I was supposed to lose my virginity to a pre-med student with good prospects, not to the pool boy.