Vital Signs


It all started when I found her floating face down in the Jacuzzi. 
I didn't know her name, but I knew that she lived in my apartment 
complex because I'd seen her before. It was very late, and I had 
come out here seeking to escape my sleepless boredom with 
some nut-numbingly cold pool water. Instead I found the lifeless 
body of a woman in the churning hot tub. 

She looked almost peaceful with her long blonde hair swirling 
around her head as I stepped in and pulled her to the side. The 
Jacuzzi's underwater light illuminated her from beneath, 
silhouetting her bikini-clad body in an ethereal greenish glow. I 
lifted her halfway out of the water and laid her head down gently 
on the concrete. She was warm and limp and still. I quickly 
examined her by the dim light of the fluorescent lamp that hung 
on the side of the poolhouse. Her eyes were closed and there were 
no marks on her body. It looked like she'd drowned, even though 
her face was a picture of serene beauty. If I hadn't known 
better, I would have thought she was asleep and dreaming of 
fairies and unicorns. But dead people don't dream about anything, 
so I guess my observation was pretty fucking pointless.
 
I began CPR clumsily, even though I had only seen it done on TV. 
I knew that the idea was to force the water out of her lungs, so 
I steadied myself and started pushing down on her chest just 
below her breasts. I watched her face anxiously as I pushed, then 
let up. Pushed, let up. Pushed. I glanced down, noticing that the 
left cup of her skimpy yellow bikini was off to one side. I could 
see a good length of tit as well as most of the brownish circle 
of her nipple. Let up. Her tits were plump and full and I 
couldn't keep myself from watching them slowly undulate as I 
pushed down on her chest again. I performed many more 
mesmerizing pushes before I realized that I didn't know what the 
hell I was doing. 

I turned her over onto her chest so that her upper body was on 
the deck and her legs were dangling onto the tub. I started 
pushing on her back. Why wasn't this working? It looked so easy 
on Baywatch. My position behind her caused my crotch to rub 
against her upturned butt with every push. By the seventh push I 
was hard as a rock. When I looked down to see my tent-pole 
wedged into the crack of her cheeky ass, I felt a rush of heat 
surge through my veins. This wasn't quite what I'd intended.
 
She still wasn't breathing. Maybe I was too late. I wondered what 
had she been like, what her goals and dreams might have been. 
Whatever they were, I somehow doubted that they had involved what 
was happening now. I felt sorry for her, and my cock gave a 
twitch of sympathy. I suddenly realized that I was horny for a 
dead chick, and then I also realized that it didn't bother me 
very much. With my head bowed in respect, I pulled my swim trunks 
down and tugged off her bikini bottom. I knew that this would be 
how I would've wanted to go out…with a bang. The water made my 
descent into her clinging tightness smooth and easy. She felt 
warm inside. Alive. 

Her body was extremely relaxed. I loved how quiet and passive she 
was; the way her ass bounced as I pushed against her. I was 
really starting to get into it when she made a faint choking 
sound. I froze, panicking. My first thought was how the fuck I 
would explain this if she wasn't dead after all. Then I remembered 
about the Heimlich maneuver, and I locked my hands together 
under her tits and gave a mighty squeeze. Her body convulsed, 
doing wonderful things around my penis while also expelling a 
large volume of water from her mouth. She made another heave, 
coughing more chlorinated tub water out onto the concrete. I kept 
squeezing and she kept heaving until she finally stopped 
coughing and was sucking air in ragged gasps. I'd performed a 
miracle.

I asked if she was OK. She nodded weakly. With a kiss on the back 
of her neck, I put my hands around her waist and finished bringing 
her back to life.


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