The Life Guard

In a low, almost inaudible, voice she said.
“Okay. I will do. You have five minutes to come and join me.” She began to move away but stopped to utter, “By the way. You won’t get a second chance this time.”
Melissa left him there and made for the sauna shutting the door firmly behind her. There was noone inside. The room was filled with dry air and moist wooden benches. She added a little water to the coals and took her place on one of the upper benches. She stretched out and began to relax. Clouds of steam began to rise around her. She didn’t have a watch on but she reckoned that Matt must have used up about four and a half of his allotted five minutes before he finally arrived. She glanced sideways from her prone position as the door opened and could just make out his silhouette through the hot mist. He sat beside her and she could see that he still had his t-shirt and shorts on. Melissa sat up.
“I thought you were never going to come.” she murmoured.
“I’ve locked he door to the pool.” was his stilted reply. 
“That was a good thing to do. Here, let’s get that shirt off.”
Melissa helped him ease himself out of the now damp t-shirt. His chest and shoulder muscles were coated with little droplets of sweat which ran downwards towards his navel, joining together in salty rivulets. Melissa lowered her tongue and gently scooped one of the droplets from his skin. It tasted sweet and salty, she could tell he was in good health. She began to lightly caress his well muscled upper body, delighting in its firmness. What a difference it made to be with a man in shape. She felt his leg shudder a little.
“Don’t be nervous.” she said, taking his hand, “Put your hand here.”
With that she inserted his hand inside her costume and let him feel for her pussy. He was not green as he appeared and stroked her with a gentleness and a precision she had not expected.
“Are you always this wet?” he asked quietly.
“Only when I see what I want.”
Melissa took his other hand to her breast and began to kiss him, around the lips at first and then deeper inside his mouth. Running a hand over his thigh she detected a hardness in his shorts. She got up and made for the door.
“I think its time we went somewhere else. Room 23. Ten minutes. Don’t be late.”
And then she had gone.

By the time Matt arrived Melissa had changed out of the costume into nothing but a pair of black thong like panties. She opened the door and let him without uttering a word. She reclined on the bed and nodded in the direction of two newly poured glasses of wine on the table beside.
“Drink?”
“Not yet.” he said.
Melissa detected a cool purpose in his eyes. Something was going to happen here. What was he going to do?
He removed his shirt for a second time that evening and lay next to her. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Don’t move a muscle. If you do I’ll go.”
Melissa opened her mouth in preparation for a rebuke. Who was he to make demands? But she thought better of it. She had clearly underestimated this young man and decided that he was playing a game she liked. She did as he said, lay back on the pillow and waited.
First of all she could feel his hand tracing itself across her stomach and ribs, lightly so that it stimulated the most sensitive upper layer of her skin. She shivered. This carried on for a while until eventually he reached her breasts, circling beneath them and over them, round and round. He never once touched her nipples but they had become hardened again to such a degree that they hurt. Next came his tongue, retracing the same areas where his hands had been, skillfully sliding, flicking and caressing. My God! thought Melissa, a shiver of excitement running through her.. This was incredible, more than she could have hoped for. She had expected an enjoyable but brief romp against the bed head with an athletic but sexually naive stud. But he had so much more too him than that. She prayed that he didn’t look too closely at her pants because she was sure that they were by damp from her excitement. Then his tongue withdrew and his mouth was next to her ear.
“I going to turn you over, gently.” he whispered.
She didn’t resist.
“Raise your hips a little.” he commanded.
She did. She felt his fingers hook themselves around the fabric of her panties and then slowly, ever so slowly begin to draw them down towards her feet. It was an exquisite sensation feeling the material being pulled away, resisted only vaguely by her skin. His next move was to trace his tongue in a trail from the small of her lower back upwards whilst one of his hands caressed her buttocks in a circular motion. He tongue licked her again along the same line, moist but not too much. This continued for a time, and then he rolled her over again. She knew what was coming, but that did not break the anticipation. He started by kissing the area where her calf met her knee, staying there for an age, licking and caressing in a mixture of short and lengthy strokes. Then he progressed to the inner thigh, with more gentle flicking, just enough to tease and torment her, raising her expectations without quite taking her to the brink. She hoped that he would dwell there for a while and not reach her pussy too quickly, for she knew that she would come the instant his tongue touched her clitoris. Eventually the inevitable came, and sure enough she was unable to prevent her orgasm. But he was so ensconced that she let him carry on his delightful work. This he did for another five to ten minutes before saying.
“Open your eyes.”
Melissa saw him standing next to the bed now. She almost gasped with awe and not a little fear when she saw the size of his erection. It was enormous. But the thought of it inside her thrilled her. He was wielding a condom packet.
“Help me.” he commanded
Years of skilled practice had taught Melissa how to perform this little task with the minimum of fuss. Job done, he lay down on the bed and beckoned her. Melissa nodded and climbed over him. Taking his swollen phallus in one hand she lowered herself down onto it. He was impressively large, but the extent of her wetness made the penetration easy and she felt pleasantly filled. She began to rock up and down upon him and felt his hands reach to grip her buttocks. She was fully in control now and exercised supreme skill in her movements, using his hardness to pleasure herself just a little, but not too much. Normally in this position she would take time to stimulate herself manually, but resisted on this occasion. She wanted to last longer this time, not let him think she was a lightweight pushover. While his hands caressed her buttocks, she began to stroke his firm abdominal muscles and teased his chest with her hair by bending forward from time to time. Soon she came again but he was still as hard as ever. They switched positions with him on top this time and he continued to stroke and thrust in the same controlled way, then finding a new urgency which quickly accelerated his own arousal..
“I don’t think I can hold out too much longer.” he gasped breathlessly
Melissa smiled, “Oh I think you’ve more than earned your reward.” And he had. She had climaxed twice now through his skillful prompting and selfless passion, and she saw little sense in letting him suffer any more. With that she raised herself onto her knees and faced the bedroom wall. She gripped the rails of the iron bedhead tightly, pushing her bottom backwards toward him. She turned to glance over her shoulder for a moment and saw him readying himself for what was about to do. There was a glazed expression on his face somewhere between anticipation, disbelief and sheer excitement. He had the look of a high jumper about to take final attempt for the gold medal. The sight of her curvaceous buttocks and glistening pussy there waiting for him were evidently to Matt’s liking because his cock looked even bigger and more erect than before, the thin translucent skin stretched tightly around the shaft like a drum. It looked like it was going to explode.
Melissa faced the wall again and felt a tingle of anticipation as he penetrated her from behind. She gasped from the power of his entry and felt the sensation immediate build around her clitoris and labia lips. She could sense that she was going to come again, very soon. In normal circumstances, doggy style wasn’t her thing, but at this moment she wanted someone to fuck her that way like never before in her life. She felt like a pampered princess with her own personal stud to satisfy her every lust. Just the thought of this hard young buck pleasuring her for all he was worth blew her mind.
Like everything Matt had done, his movements were studied and careful at first, but then became faster and less inhibited, and she could hear and feel his swollen balls slap against her upper thighs with every thrust, his fingers digging into her buttocks. She followed his lead by reaching down to massage her engorged clit, allowing the sensations from her bud to compliment those of Matt’s skillful strokes. Understandably, given the situation, most of his concentration seemed to be focused on sliding his swollen prick in and out of her sopping cunt lips, but at times he still managed to find the will to slow down for a while and reach forward to cup her breasts or kiss her back. 
“That’s it, no more,” he groaned after a time.
Melissa could well believe it. It was a miracle that he had managed to hold out for so long as it was. Such focus. Such concentration. Such discipline. It must have been all those hours he spent in the pool training she reckoned. Then, she felt him leave her altogether for a moment. A slight aberration on his part, a brief lapse in concentration maybe, but she would allow him that for his impressive efforts. Sensing her moment, Melissa swiftly twisted herself around to face Matt again and quickly took his prick into her mouth. Their eyes met for a moment and he seemed to be paralysed, hynoptised almost, powerless to stop her. It only needed one deft slide of her tongue across the smooth, swollen head of his penis to achieve the desired effect. She withdrew her mouth. Involuntarily, Matt’s hips bucked forward and he let out an agonised moan, spurting three or four powerful jets of semen onto her lips and face. He had evidently been saving himself up for some time.
As he slumped back onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied, she began to massage the sticky substance into her skin. The next few moments were spent attending once again to her clitoris with her fingers, and soon she had come for the third time. After a moment, she moved forward and lay across his body, allowing her breasts to nuzzle against his chest.
“My, that was a performance and a half,” she teased, “I shall have to speak to the hotel manager about some kind of bonus for you.”
Matt’s eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. He half smiled, but Melissa could tell that he was so exhausted the remark had not really registered. Kissing him on the cheek, she whispered, “Hey lover, I’m just going for a shower, back soon.”
“Okay,” he murmoured.
Still naked, Melissa skipped nimbly across the carpet and into the bathroom. She hopped into the shower and squealed with delight as the hot jets touched her body. She grabbed a bar of complimentary soap and began to work up a lather between her fingers. She felt so wired that she couldn’t foresee getting any sleep that night and a glorious tingle of satisfaction ran through her body from her toes to her ears. She stood under the invigorating waters for several minutes, enjoying the moment. Was this not what is meant to be like when you are 24, single, have no inhibitions and are at the height of your sexual powers? Having a 19 year stud with the body of Greek god enjoying you as much as you enjoy him? Yep, Melissa mused, the world was definitely a nice place again....
Suddenly her reverie was broken as she felt what seemed like many hands start to caress her stomach and breasts. She resisted the temptation to turn round but glanced down instead. There were in fact only two hands, carefully and skillfully smoothing the soap into her golden skin in concentric circles. She felt an impressive hardness touch the small of back and begin to trace itself around the base of the spine.
“Mmm,” she crooned, turning her head so that her lips met his. She and Matt kissed for an age, then she said, “I thought you had finished for the night.”
Matt placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her all the way round. He lowered his mouth towards hers and grinned mischievously, “I thought I’d earn myself some more bonus while I’m here.”
Melissa giggled and took his tongue into her mouth again, caressing it gently with her own. How good was this going to get? Suddenly she pulled away from him and reached out of the shower for the bottle of baby oil that was sitting by the basin. Matt looked on, slightly puzzled. Melissa deliberately poured some of the clear viscous liquid onto the palm of her hand and then closed the cap of the bottle. She reached around herself and began to massage the oil in between her buttocks and then into her anus.
“I think,” she said, gazing at him intently, “that you’ve yourself earned a very special bonus.”
She could tell from his eyes that he knew what she meant, and his prick instantaneously swelled to its maximum potential size. She turned to face the cubicle wall.

It was pitch black outside and Melissa had to squint to make out the time on red LED alarm clock by the bed. Five am. She had slept for about two hours. Matt lay beside her, his arms draped across her stomach. Since the session in the shower they had returned to bed and fucked twice more in different positions, with her coming quickly each time. After only a very short recovery period, Matt had come to her again for a third effort, but she had pushed him gently away on this occasion, for she was by now totally exhausted, a spent force. Instead, she had placated his needs with a delicate blowjob which he accepted without any argument. As before, she had withdrawn at the last moment this time finishing him off with her hand, allowing him to come spectacularly on her breasts. Where he stored it all she had no idea. Together they had rubbed the pearly white drops into her nipples and belly button. That seemed to be enough for him too and he had fallen into a deep, contented sleep. Mindful of the fact that Matt would have lectures in a matter of hours and needed to get back to Leeds, she prodded him gently so as to wake him. He stirred, a peaceful look on his face. Eyes still closed, he traced his hand downwards towards her muff and began to massage her gently. Melissa felt the sensations start to well again but tempted as she was, quickly took his hand away. 
“No more lover,” she mumoured, “You have to go now.”
Suddenly he realised the urgency of the situation, “My god you’re right. I’ve got a prac at nine o’clock.”
He sprang from the bed and made for the bathroom. Melissa heard the sound of running water and a couple of minutes later he emerged, wrapped in one of the hotel towels. He looked amazing, his stomach muscles taught and defined from the night’s exertions. Melissa ached for him again and wanted nothing more than to whip the towel away from him and take that beautiful cock of his between her lips once more. But there were more important things.
“How are you going to get back?” she asked as he dressed.
“It’s okay,” he said, “I’ve got my car. I’ll just have to survive the day with that old doctor’s stand by, a packet of pro plus washed down with double espresso.”
“You’ll be fine.”
Soon he was ready. He sat by the bed and ran a hand through her hair. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
“I don’t know what to say. I guess I’ll never see you again.”
Melissa shook her head and reached for a pen and some paper sitting by the bed. “Don’t be so ridiculous. Here’s my mobile. Come to London sometime and call me. I’ll show you the bright lights.”
Matt took the slip of paper and considered it. “I’ll see if I can make it.” With that he was gone, leaving Melissa all alone again.
She sat in the silence of the room for a moment, recalling the glorious events of the last eight hours.
“Am I in love?” she said quietly, “I don’t know. I just don’t know.”

After a couple of hours of snatched sleep Melissa rose herself to pack her things.. Once finished she took a brisk shower, dressed and then vacated the room. She took a light breakfast and waited for Tony. He arrived just in time to miss breakfast by two minutes. He looked slightly disheveled and had dark rings around his eyes. Melissa could smell the booze on his breath.
“Heavy night?” she queried?
Tony looked at her for a moment.
“Can I have some of your coffee?” he asked weakly.
Melissa obliged.
Breakfast over with, they settled up their bill and headed for the car. As they were loading up Melissa studied the rather pitiful condition of her colleague and said, “I reckon it best if I drove. Don’t you?”
By way of an answer Tony handed her the keys.
They travelled in silence for a while before Tony finally said something,
“I didn’t mean what I said last night. You’ve done really well this weekend. You were a credit to the company. It won’t go unmentioned back at head office.”
“Ah, forget about it Tony.”
“So you’re not mad about those things I said?”
“No.”
“Well that’s one thing. And at least we’re getting out of this god forsaken place and back into the real world.”
“Its no so bad round here. In fact...,” Melissa paused for a moment, “In fact, I’m thinking of going back to that hotel for sometime, you know like a weekend break.”
“Don’t make me laugh. You ? Little Miss London? I thought you hated the north.”
“Its not so bad. I believe the phrase is its growing on me.”
Tony look at her for a moment, puzzled.
“Rather you than me.” he shrugged and closed his eyes. Melissa reclined the seat a little and concentrated on the road. They had a lot of miles to cover.