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Fringe Benefits
by Lord Malinov
~~~
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 Cub. 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 focussed 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 were making enough money to stay open, but not
enough for a raise. I'll work another season. Fringe benefits are
worth something.
~~~
Malinov
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