Fringe Benefits
I saw Ellie Denby a half-dozen times before I realized
who she was. I knew her as Brad's sister, and that was
seven years ago when Ellie was probably fourteen, still
just a girl. She was a different person back then. My
vague memories of her as a teenager bore only a
superficial resemblance to the here and present young
woman. I don't know that I ever would have made the
connection, if Sarah, the club's manager, hadn't called
her "the Denby girl."
As one who knows, I can say that Ellie radiates with
charm, her presence bursting with the excited blush of
living and the swells of fertility. I noticed her at
once when I saw her. I'm a few years older than Ellie.
Brad and I were probably her age, last time I saw her.
I'm married. I have been for four years.
I manage the hardware at the Lake Charles Athletic Club.
We serve the whole Bridgetown area. The members pay for
it, Sarah does the book work and I flip the switches,
move the cycles and fix the machines. It's a living. I
had to get a serious job, and this seemed like a good
compromise. It pays enough. Becky doesn't mind.
Ellie came by early in the morning. The board insists we
open at six, and so we do. We rarely have anyone in
before eight. The first time I saw Ellie, recently, I
mean, I had just started flipping the light switches.
First thing in the morning and a beautiful girl walks
by.
She opened the locker room door. I hadn't made it to
that switch yet. Ellie looked back and smiled patiently.
My heart skipped a beat. She really is very pretty. I
fumbled as I hurriedly flicked on her lights.
I'd seen her a few mornings before Sarah told me her
name. I passed Ellie coming up the stairs. Her blue eyes
sparkled as she softly mouthed a good morning, just
enough to be polite. Ellie had always been quiet. Sarah
met me at the top of the stairs with a bill to sign.
"Regular," I said, turning back to watch Ellie's legs
disappear from view.
"Back from school," Sarah said.
"Well, she's pretty much got a private health club."
"Helps justify our being here this early," said Sarah. I
couldn't tell if she thought this was a good thing or a
bad thing. "The Denby girl has really grown up."
The name echoed in my mind for a minute, jarred out of
place unexpectedly, but in half a beat I realized the
young woman I had just passed, filling out her white
shorts and tank-top distractingly, had been little Ellie
Denby. I remember thinking, when she was Brad's kid
sister, that she had a cute butt. The curve had only
gotten better.
Sarah frowned.
"I knew her when she was a kid. Brad Denby's kid sister.
Ellie or something." I blushed as I rushed to explain.
"Eleanor Denby," said Sarah cooly. With a flip of her
brown-grey hair, she slipped back to her office, growing
a little flustered, I thought.
Ellie came in every morning, just after I opened the
doors. About a week after she showed up, I accidentally
discovered her exercise routine.
One of the bleachers had come loose from the bracket on
the south wall. It wasn't anything dangerous, but people
get nervous sixty feet in the air and so first thing the
next morning, I crawled up into the lattice of the
bleachers to tighten some bolts.
Over past the east end of the bleachers is a hot tub.
Seats eight. Good piece of equipment. I've often spent
twenty minutes in the boiler after work to relax. It
just melts the tension away.
So, I stood in a maze of crossbars, turning a socket
wrench with a steady cricket buzz. The bleachers are
high. I was looking out the end and into the hot tub, my
feet perched on thin metal bars.. Ellie came out of the
locker room door. She a blue bikini and she wore it
well. Women don't usually wear two-piece suits at an
athletic pool.
She quickly glided over the damp concrete and slipped
into the steaming cauldron. Her breasts had flourished
from the bare wisps of bosom I recalled on little Ellie.
Her chest grew flush as the heat poured through her. I
slipped my wrench into my pocket, held on tight and held
my breath, watching this pretty Diana bathe.
Looking down, I could see her long legs shimmering under
the steamy surface. Ellie turned on the jets and the
froth obscured my view. She closed her eyes and leaned
back against the edge. She might have seen me if she
looked. I saw a glimpse of Brad's mom in her face. I
always thought he had a pretty mom.
I started to reach for my wrench and get back to the
bolts when Ellie tossed her bikini bottoms onto the
edge. I leaned forward and the lattice-work creaked.
Ellie sat up and looked around, right and left but never
up. I kept still. Ellie turned and I thought she was
going to get out. Her bathing suit was still folded over
the edge of the pool. She pressed her knees against the
wall and lifted her pussy out of the primordial soup.
Ellie had always been blonde, and a triangle of pale
matted hair rose from the water and into my lecherous
sight. Ellie rubbed her furrow with an eager finger and
spread her knees apart. As her hand came away, I caught
a view of her swollen red lips. Ellie leaned back and
pushed her clit into the water jet stream. A moan poured
from her body.
I've watched Becky masturbate with the detachable shower
head, so I knew that moan well. Her eyes grow blank and
she leans back against the tile and pushes the blast of
water against her little bulge and the water pours
between her lips to fall in an endless thick stream. In
no time at all, she tosses her head from one side to the
other and the moans start below her ankles, ripple
through her calves and thighs, boom in her ass, take
wind in her breast and groan with shudders of her
clenching muscles.
Ellie teased the waterspout, swaying her hips while a
rush of bubbles spurted from the point of contact
between her thighs. My prick had swollen so hard that it
hurt, wrapped up in my shorts. Holding onto the
crossbeam with one arm, I tried to adjust my package.
Swinging my hips slightly, I managed to escape the pinch
and indulge my senses the hungry throb of my stiff
prick.
I reached for my zipper to share Ellie's erotic moment
but a shudder in the bleachers stayed my hand. Getting
caught with my pants down would be serious trouble. I
let my tongue hang out while I teased my aching bulge
through my nylon shorts. I suppose I might as well have
taken my dick out. I doubt I could have looked any more
perverted.
Ellie focused the jet onto her gleaming clit with a tiny
circle of her hips. Her body grew flush, creamy jutting
shoulders and a pale white belly. A hand dashed up to
free her right tit from the blue top and Ellie squeezed
her tight brown nipple hard. The ripples shuddered from
her breast down into her ass and as she thrust her pussy
against the stream, Eleanor Denby, twenty-year old coed,
wailed a noisy orgasm which echoed endlessly over the
pool.
Laying across the tub, Ellie reached over to turn off
the jets. As the water calmed, her pink pussy, still
spread and seemingly subdued, thoughtlessly invited a
lecherous glimpse of paradise. Ellie picked up her
bikini bottoms and slipped them on underwater. She
pushed her heavy breast back into her bathing suit and
Ellie dashed back to the locker room.
I stood in shock for several minutes. Finally persuaded
that there would be no second feature, I climbed down
from the supports. I walked over to the tub and dipped
my hand in the steaming water. She had been magnificent.
I unzipped my shorts and pulled my hard prick free,
jerking it suddenly the moment I had a grip, pounding my
fist down my dick as the memory of Ellie's bath played
itself in a loop, once per stroke. It had been the most
erotic thing I had ever seen. As I held the soft image
of her drowsy pussy in my mind, a spent a fountain of
delight into the hot water. It was due to be cleaned
anyway.
Some orgasms drain me of all my strength and I drift
quickly into unconsciousness. Other orgasms are just the
beginning, the whistle on a boiling kettle. I never
stopped being hard that day.
As I drove home that day, I didn't feel any guilt. The
incident had been an accident, which I just happened to
benefit from. It wasn't my fault if a pretty girl
masturbated in a hot tub forty feet below where I was
working. Besides, I was still too horny to feel any
guilt. I went home looking for Becky.
We'd always had lots of sex. Sometimes it was on again
and then off again, but we always stayed in touch. I
love Becky and I love the way she fucks me. My prick was
still swollen and Becky looked good, better than I
remembered her looking. She has a delicious ripe ass. I
made love to her that night, for a long time. Becky
dripped. When I finally relinquished the lust pent up
inside me, Becky quivered constantly. I slept like a
child.
Sarah watched me push open the door to the pool area the
next morning, just after Ellie arrived. I could feel her
eyes watching me, knowing I was going a way I didn't
usually go.
I lay in the bleachers, my head peaking past the edge..
I felt much safer, but I still couldn't play with myself
when Ellie screwed the fountain. It doesn't take Ellie
any time at all to let out her final squeals. My dick
throbbed. I let the madness surge through me. I didn't
jerk off. I felt like that would make it wrong. I
flirted with Sarah after Ellie left. She blushed when I
teased her. Sarah's really cute for an older woman.
When I came home, Becky wasn't around. After grabbing a
cookie in the kitchen, I went upstairs. I heard the
shower running. Becky stood behind the rippling glass
with the head of the shower pressed into her folds. She
moaned pleasurably. I watched as she took a steady pose,
as her nipples twinkling behind the translucent glass. I
pushed down my shorts and slipped open the shower door.
She looked up at me, her eyes burning with lust.
"C'mon, Becky," I said, fisting my prick, "show me how
you come." Becky murmured, almost in fear, and she
pushed the stream hard against her little clit. I
watched her pussy splash. Becky began to squeal,
uncomfortably.
"Louder," I said, snarling. Becky's voice opened,
shrieking her ecstasy as she tossed her head from side
to side. Her long yellow hair clung to the tile. I
watched her belly tremble. Becky sucked me off. I
dribbled off her chin.
Bridgewater is a small town. I ran into Ellie and her
parents at the Pizza Fling. I've known them a long time.
With her parents, I could see the hints of that gangly
girl I used to know. Ellie looked sweet and innocent,
but with a glance I could see the fall of her breasts. I
could hear the moan in every word she spoke. I envied
the man who would pluck this rosebud. I knew it wouldn't
be me.
I mentioned seeing her at the club. Ellie blushed.
"Are you just back for the summer?" I asked.
"Middle of August," said Ellie kindly. I could hear the
moan in every syllable.
The next morning I watched Ellie back up to the water
jet, her ass risen like twin moons from a boiling sea,
her pussy spread and the dark wink of her asshole
pulsating with the sensation. She clawed both breasts
naked as she rocked back into the furious blast. I
wished for the thousandth time that I could dare to
bring a camera, but knew it would only cause serious
trouble. I would take what I could get, even if it were
only a daily show.
That night, I bent Becky over and fucked her ass. I
remember every second of that intense ride. Becky came
almost at once, with a mad howl of an orgasm which left
her a drizzling mess as I pounded deep inside her
luscious butt. Becky lurched away from my invasion and I
spent my showers into her passion-wild lips.
I watched Ellie masturbate sixty times, every morning
like clockwork. Eventually I grew daring and hid closer
to the hot tub, down the bleachers. Choosing the right
vantage point became an art and a science as I tried to
optimize the erotic thrill. I longed for the day when
she looked over at me and said, "Fuck me," but Ellie
never noticed me. I came to know her well as the weeks
went by. I could tell by the quiver of her cheek that
she was about to release. And as the orgasm poured
through her, she would raise her pussy up out of the
water and let my eyes pierce the dark cavern of her
young womb. It was like clockwork, six minutes from
intro to climax and we were both on our way. My cock
invariably pointed to noon.
Becky stopped wearing panties. I couldn't stop fucking
her. All I could think about was watching my private
peep-show and fucking my wife. Ellie's wanton little
cunt kept my engines roaring and Becky swallowed a river
of come. I licked her pussy, almost in a daily ritual. I
loved to take close glimpses of her pink lips, to taste
Becky's essence in the juice. I would pretend my tongue
was a water jet and listen to Becky moan.
"Louder," I'd snarl and my tongue would ravage her clit
while Becky screamed out her ecstasy. Ellie screamed
from deep inside. I liked that. Becky obliged my new
taste, wailing wickedly.
Sarah watched me coming out of the pool door one
morning. I knew at once that she knew something. She
frowned in a disturbed way. I pretended not to notice. I
felt like she was jealous of me.
Regardless, I lay in the bleachers the next morning. To
fail to take my post was unthinkable. How could I deny
myself this vision? Ellie whipped off her bikini bottoms
before she got into the tub. She seemed to be in no
particular hurry and rolled about, letting the streams
of water tickle her. She pushed her bikini top aside as
she floated hungrily toward a jet. Ellie lifted her
bottom up and moaned. My prick shuddered and I
incautiously unzipped my fly.
Writhing gently, I managed to free my staff. Ellie
lifted her pussy toward me as the fountain molested the
nymph. I stroked my dick faintly. Ellie began to moan
madly, feverishly, with all the power of her full
breasted lungs. The bleachers began to creak ominously.
I froze. Ellie continued to writhe ecstatically, sending
erotic echoes bouncing from the great walls. I looked
nervously down the length of the bleacher and I saw
Sarah, peering at Ellie around the corner. Sarah
scurried away as Ellie rose out of the tub. She grinned
with satisfaction as the water poured down her body.
I stopped to talk with Sarah later. She still seemed
nervous. I wondered if she was going to say anything.
She just blushed.
One day Ellie stopped coming. It was the middle of
August. I assumed that school came back.
I added checking the bleachers to my morning routine.
One morning, about three days after Ellie stopped
coming, I caught Sarah riding the watery spume. She
stripped off her bathing suit and pushed her little
pussy into the froth. I stood gawking, and the lattice
work shifted with a long creak. Sarah looked hazily
toward me and smiled big. Fierce ripples teased her soft
tummy and Sarah moaned aloud.
I went home and fucked Becky wild, tore her panties and
took it from her with every slice of pleasure I could
discover through her wicked style. Becky truly knows how
to fuck me crazy. She knows how to scream when she
comes. I poured my adoration into her fertile womb.
I brought Becky into the club with me, one morning when
Sarah had taken a day off. She changed into her bathing
suit and I showed her the hot tub. Becky stripped off
her suit in a flash and turned on the jets. Water
splashed my face as I watched the stream's precise
assault on Becky's little clit, watched the shudders,
heard the moans.
I pushed down my shorts and climbed in the hot tub,
dangling my hard cock in Becky's face. She sucked my
prick deeply as the moans poured through her. I came in
spurts over her heated face.
"Fuck me," she said. I obliged.
Sarah says we're making enough money to stay open, but
not enough for a raise. I'll work another season. Fringe
benefits are worth something.
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