swim by Skyler S.
(m/f)
Aug 1999


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I wonder what people really think about me.  I guess I
talk a lot.  When I really get going my friends just laugh at me.
 They don't say anything, they just laugh.  I can't help it, it's
just who I am.  

I work as a receptionist and everyday I talk
and flirt with all of the salesmen who come into the office. 
When the other employees get bored, they will often come up to my
desk and talk with me.  They know that I always have an
interesting story or a joke to tell.  They tell me things too.  I
always know everything that's going on in the company.  I know
who is in trouble and who's moving up the ladder.  I know about
the office affairs and the break-ups.  

It's funny, one would
think that with my outgoing nature that I would thrive on dating
men who are like me -- chatty, full-of-life.  But, I really
prefer the quiet ones.  They are more of a challenge.  Quiet and
shy people have a lot of layers to be peeled back and examined
before you really know what's inside.  I like this element of
mystery.

There's one guy who I was really dying to get to know.
His name is Tom and works at my company.  He's some sort of
manager, I guess.  I don't really care what he does.  I see him
every morning.  He comes in at about 8:30am, says hello, and
scurries back into the building.  Sometimes I try to engage him
in conversation.  He either pretends he doesn't hear me or
mumbles something about needing to get to work.  Once he came in
wearing a nice suit since he had to give some sort of a
presentation.  I whistled at him and he tuned a deep shade of red
and almost ran back to his office.  This only encouraged me
further.

Not too long ago, the company sponsored a picnic for
it's employees.  They had rented out a community center near the
office.  It had volleyball courts and a swimming pool.  They
company was also going to have it catered.  We all got a half a
day off to go.  It sounded great.

On the day of the picnic, Tom
did something on his way in to the office that he never had done
before.  He stopped by my desk and talked with me for a minute. 
It wasn't much, but at least it was something.  The last thing he
said to me was "I hope to see you at the picnic."  That put me in
a good mood for the rest of the morning.

The picnic was a lot of
fun.  People let their hair down and generally had a good time. 
We drank beer, ate, and made fools of ourselves.  After eating, I
was feeling a little warm and so I decided to take a swim. I
hadn't been into the pool up to this point because I was feeling
a little self-conscious about wearing a bathing suit in front of
all of these people, even if it was a fairly modest one-piece
suit.  I guess the beer loosened me up and seeing all of the
other people in the pool all day helped too.  By now, it was
getting late and the crown was thinning so I figured this was my
chance.

I got in and swam a few laps and splashed around a
little until I felt cooler.  Then I noticed the diving board.  I
looked around and there were only a couple of people in the pool,
mostly minding their own business.  I decided to give it a try,
figuring I could dive off the board once or twice without making
a fool of myself.  I got out, and went over to the diving board
and managed to do an elegant, if simple, little dive into the
pool.  I was feeling pretty good about myself and so I sort of
came thrusting out of the water in celebration of my successful
dive.  Unfortunately, as I popped up out of the water, the top of
my suit fell down to my waist, leaving my breasts exposed.  My
first reaction was to look up and see if anyone saw me.  There,
standing about five feet in front of me, was Tom.  At first he
was stunned at this unexpected sight.  He just stood there and
stared at my big tits hanging out of my suit.  As quickly as I
could I pulled my suit back up.  All of this happen over a period
of just a few seconds.  Now Tom turned beet red, turned around
and got out of the pool as fast as he could.  I was also
embarrassed.  So, I just got out and went home.

The next morning
at work when Tom came in he moved as fast as he could past me
without looking at up at me or saying anything.  He looked
terrified.  I didn't get it.  What was he scared about?  I'm the
one whose tits were bobbing around for all the world to see.  He
just happened to be in the right (or wrong) place at the right
time.

That night I went to a bar to have a drink before I went
home.  I ordered a glass of wine and turned to find a table.  In
the corner I saw Tom.  He was alone, drinking a beer and seemed
to be absorbed in this thoughts.  I decided to see if I could get
him to talk to me.

"Hi,"  I said standing in front of him.  "Can
I join you?"

Tom looked up to see who it was and his face turned
red as soon as he recognized me.  "Uh.  Er, I guess."  

I sat
down.  "Look, you shouldn't be embarrassed,"  I said, figuring I
should just get this out in the open. "I'm the one who was
exposed yesterday.  I should be embarrassed but I figure that
there is nothing I can do at this point."

"I'm, uh sorry.  I
guess I shouldn't have stared."

"Hey, don't worry about it.  I'm
not offended.  In fact, I'm flattered.  If you got a look of
disgust on your face before you turned and ran I'd be a lot more
worried."

Tom turned red again, smiled a little, and sipped his
beer.  After this, though, we got along fine.  In fact he was
quite funny and entertaining.  Before long it was time to go. 
Both of us had too much to drink and we stumbled out of the bar.
I knew that I couldn't drive so I suggested that we share a
cab.

"I don't need a cab.  I just live around the corner," He
paused, thinking.  "Uh, listen.  Since we are both drunk and it's
late...  Well, why don't you come over and sleep on the couch or
something.  You can get your car and go home in the morning."

I
agreed and followed him home.  When we got to his apartment I
asked if I could take a shower.  He pointed me to the bathroom. 
After showering I realized that I only had the dirty clothes that
I had worn to work.   I was feeling a little horny so I just
wrapped myself in a towel and walked out into the living room. 
Tom had changed into his conservative pajamas and was sitting on
the sofa.  His eyes were actively avoiding looking at me as he
told me about the sleeping arrangements.

I sat on the chair
opposite the couch and let the towel slide up to show some of my
legs.  He still wasn't looking.  I got up, turned around and bent
over to pretend to adjust the pillow on the chair to make it more
comfortable.  I could feel that my towel had risen up to expose
the bottom of my ass.  After a moment I turned around to find Tom
staring at my ass.  I smiled and dropped the towel.

I walked
over, naked, and grabbed his hand.  I pulled him into the
bedroom.  He came along just like a little puppy.  Once in the
bedroom, though, things began to change.  I sat on the edge of
the bed and Tom knelt on the floor in front of me.  He moved his
head to my tits and began sucking one of my nipples.  After a few
minutes he stood up and undressed.  He had a nice body, he didn't
work out but he was trim.  He also had a nice looking cock.  Not
huge but not small.

Tom walked over to me, grabbed his cock and
brushed it across my lips. "Suck it please," he said.  I opened
my mouth and began to work on his cock.  That he was becoming
more aggressive was turning me on more.  "That's it, lick the
shaft.   Mmmmm.  That feels good, baby."

I pulled my mouth off
his cock and looked up at him,  "Do you like that?  Do you want
me to suck it some more?  Do you want me to lick your
balls?"

"Yes baby,  Lick my balls," he moaned.  I bent down and
started tonguing his balls.  "That's good baby.  You're a little
slut aren't you."  He moved away and turned around and bent over.
 "Lick my asshole, slut."  I stuck my tongue out and licked
tentatively at first and then with more vigor.  He moaned a lot
as I rimmed his asshole.  I guess he liked it.  "That's it.  Keep
licking.  You are a little slut you know.  Only a slut would lick
my asshole like that."

He turned around and pushed me back up
onto the bed.  He climbed up on me and put his cock on my chest
between my tits.  "Squeeze your tits around my cock, baby,"  he
said.  I did as he asked.  He started to fuck my tits slowly.  I
looked down and saw his cock pop up through my cleavage with each
thrust.  I stuck my tongue out and licked the head of his cock
each time he pushed it up close enough for me to reach it.  "I've
wanted to fuck these tits since I saw them at the pool."

After a
few more minutes of fucking my tits, he got up and told me to get
on my hands and knees.  He got behind me and started to push his
cock into my pussy slowly.  After a couple of gentle thrusts, he
began to fuck me hard.  He would pull almost all the way out and
then push back in as hard as he could.  On each thrust, I could
heard a loud slap as his thighs smacked against my ass.

A few
minutes more of this and I began to come.  "Fuck me hard and
fast, I'm going to come."  He slowed down for a minute, teasing
me.  "Please," I begged.  "I need to come.  Fuck me hard."  He
started to fuck me like an animal, hard and fast.  I came,
moaning loudly.  My juices flooded my pussy and my muscles
contracted around Tom's cock.  He must have liked this because he
came too.

I collapsed on the bed and turned over.  Tom crawled
up the bed and pushed his cock in my face.  I took it in my mouth
and clean it off.  I felt so sluty.  It was great.

The next
morning at work Tom said "Hi" quietly as he passed my desk and
scurried off into the building to begin the day.  I don't know,
there's just something about those quiet guys.

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