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I stuck my arm deep inside my canvas pool bag. My fingertips crawled around the bottom, desperately searching for my favorite tube of cherry lipgloss. It would be a lot easier to find if I just looked down at what I was doing, but I couldn’t. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. 

And he was looking at me too. 

He was trying to hide it, but I knew. 

I pursed my lips together and shifted my weight sexily in my plastic lounger. I wiggled my pink painted toenails and craned my slender, sun-kissed neck. Pieces of my long, chestnut curls clung to my shoulders. I could feel the beads of sweat building behind my neck. 

Finally, I felt the smooth tube beneath my fingertips. I grabbed it securely in my hand and lifted it from my bag. I leaned forward slightly, pressing my breasts together with my arms. They were small but perky, and I could feel the erect points of my pretty pink nipples grazing against the fabric of my bikini top.

I parted my lips as I began to unscrew the tube, slowly and gingerly.

He was locked in. I saw the muscles of his jaw clench.  

I could feel my heart pounding, and a warm throbbing between my thighs. I loved being in control, and I loved knowing that he wanted me. 

He shifted his weight in his chair, nonchalantly shaking the hair from his brow. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was hard, watching me intently from the lifeguard tower. His eyes were shielded by thick, black sunglasses, but somehow I knew. I knew he only had eyes for me. It was like I could feel the current of desire, pulsating from his body right towards mine. 

I pressed the lipgloss applicator into my bottom lip and began to drag it across. My lips were coated in the shiny, sticky gloss as I continued to glide the sponge from side to side.

While I worked, I imagined it was his tip instead. I imagined guiding it slowly, and teasingly, across my welcoming mouth. 

I bet he would like that. 

I bet he’d beg me for more.

I’d been coming to this pool for three weeks, ever since I moved into Sierra Sands, a ritzy condominium complex that I wasn’t sure I could afford. Every Wednesday and Friday, he was on duty. According to the lanyard around his neck, his name was Paul. And without a doubt, he was the sexiest lifeguard that I’d ever seen. I estimated him to be about six feet tall and in his early twenties. He had dusty brown hair and a long, lean torso. I spent many afternoons, sweating in the summer sun, and fantasizing about running my tongue down his chiseled abdomen. 

We’d only ever exchanged pleasantries. Good afternoons and short comments about the weather. Arizona was always hot, but this summer had been especially dry and unforgiving. 

Paul was like a tall glass of water, placed just out of reach. I knew he would quench my thirst, but I just couldn’t quite reach him. Not yet. I was growing more and more parched by the day. 

Our coy games, stolen glances, and quiet flirting was no longer sufficient. 

I needed more. 

I needed him. 

And today was the day I would make him mine. 

I stuck my arm deep inside my canvas pool bag. My fingertips crawled around the bottom, desperately searching for my favorite tube of cherry lipgloss. It would be a lot easier to find if I just looked down at what I was doing, but I couldn’t. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. 

And he was looking at me too. 

He was trying to hide it, but I knew. 

I pursed my lips together and shifted my weight sexily in my plastic lounger. I wiggled my pink painted toenails and craned my slender, sun-kissed neck. Pieces of my long, chestnut curls clung to my shoulders. I could feel the beads of sweat building behind my neck. 

Finally, I felt the smooth tube beneath my fingertips. I grabbed it securely in my hand and lifted it from my bag. I leaned forward slightly, pressing my breasts together with my arms. They were small but perky, and I could feel the erect points of my pretty pink nipples grazing against the fabric of my bikini top.

I parted my lips as I began to unscrew the tube, slowly and gingerly.

He was locked in. I saw the muscles of his jaw clench.  

I could feel my heart pounding, and a warm throbbing between my thighs. I loved being in control, and I loved knowing that he wanted me. 

He shifted his weight in his chair, nonchalantly shaking the hair from his brow. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was hard, watching me intently from the lifeguard tower. His eyes were shielded by thick, black sunglasses, but somehow I knew. I knew he only had eyes for me. It was like I could feel the current of desire, pulsating from his body right towards mine. 

I pressed the lipgloss applicator into my bottom lip and began to drag it across. My lips were coated in the shiny, sticky gloss as I continued to glide the sponge from side to side.

While I worked, I imagined it was his tip instead. I imagined guiding it slowly, and teasingly, across my welcoming mouth. 

I bet he would like that. 

I bet he’d beg me for more.

I’d been coming to this pool for three weeks, ever since I moved into Sierra Sands, a ritzy condominium complex that I wasn’t sure I could afford. Every Wednesday and Friday, he was on duty. According to the lanyard around his neck, his name was Paul. And without a doubt, he was the sexiest lifeguard that I’d ever seen. I estimated him to be about six feet tall and in his early twenties. He had dusty brown hair and a long, lean torso. I spent many afternoons, sweating in the summer sun, and fantasizing about running my tongue down his chiseled abdomen. 

We’d only ever exchanged pleasantries. Good afternoons and short comments about the weather. Arizona was always hot, but this summer had been especially dry and unforgiving. 

Paul was like a tall glass of water, placed just out of reach. I knew he would quench my thirst, but I just couldn’t quite reach him. Not yet. I was growing more and more parched by the day. 

Our coy games, stolen glances, and quiet flirting was no longer sufficient. 

I needed more. 

I needed him. 

And today was the day I would make him mine. 

I stuck my arm deep inside my canvas pool bag. My fingertips crawled around the bottom, desperately searching for my favorite tube of cherry lipgloss. It would be a lot easier to find if I just looked down at what I was doing, but I couldn’t. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. 

And he was looking at me too. 

He was trying to hide it, but I knew. 

I pursed my lips together and shifted my weight sexily in my plastic lounger. I wiggled my pink painted toenails and craned my slender, sun-kissed neck. Pieces of my long, chestnut curls clung to my shoulders. I could feel the beads of sweat building behind my neck. 

Finally, I felt the smooth tube beneath my fingertips. I grabbed it securely in my hand and lifted it from my bag. I leaned forward slightly, pressing my breasts together with my arms. They were small but perky, and I could feel the erect points of my pretty pink nipples grazing against the fabric of my bikini top.

I parted my lips as I began to unscrew the tube, slowly and gingerly.

He was locked in. I saw the muscles of his jaw clench.  

I could feel my heart pounding, and a warm throbbing between my thighs. I loved being in control, and I loved knowing that he wanted me. 

He shifted his weight in his chair, nonchalantly shaking the hair from his brow. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was hard, watching me intently from the lifeguard tower. His eyes were shielded by thick, black sunglasses, but somehow I knew. I knew he only had eyes for me. It was like I could feel the current of desire, pulsating from his body right towards mine. 

I pressed the lipgloss applicator into my bottom lip and began to drag it across. My lips were coated in the shiny, sticky gloss as I continued to glide the sponge from side to side.

While I worked, I imagined it was his tip instead. I imagined guiding it slowly, and teasingly, across my welcoming mouth. 

I bet he would like that. 

I bet he’d beg me for more.

I’d been coming to this pool for three weeks, ever since I moved into Sierra Sands, a ritzy condominium complex that I wasn’t sure I could afford. Every Wednesday and Friday, he was on duty. According to the lanyard around his neck, his name was Paul. And without a doubt, he was the sexiest lifeguard that I’d ever seen. I estimated him to be about six feet tall and in his early twenties. He had dusty brown hair and a long, lean torso. I spent many afternoons, sweating in the summer sun, and fantasizing about running my tongue down his chiseled abdomen. 

We’d only ever exchanged pleasantries. Good afternoons and short comments about the weather. Arizona was always hot, but this summer had been especially dry and unforgiving. 

Paul was like a tall glass of water, placed just out of reach. I knew he would quench my thirst, but I just couldn’t quite reach him. Not yet. I was growing more and more parched by the day. 

Our coy games, stolen glances, and quiet flirting was no longer sufficient. 

I needed more. 

I needed him. 

And today was the day I would make him mine.