An Itsy-Bitsy, Teenie-Weenie

Too small a swimsuit?

Based on a post by Tarnished Penny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Brazen.

That was the word, Maeve thought, right out of some ancient Greek story, like The Odyssey; a 'brazen' sky. She smiled a little, thinking that her English teacher, Mrs. Pensey, would be pleased by her remembering.

Her smile didn't last too long, for this sky was beyond hot. It lay like a low, searing bronze lid over the town, the oven-like temperatures scarcely relieved by the odd feeble twitch of stale, dusty breeze. Air conditioners across the region wheezed in failing attempts to keep up. The demand had become so high that the electrical system was struggling and consumers had been warned of possible rolling service interruptions to avoid a complete collapse. Records weren't being broken, not quite, but the last time it had been this hot for this long had been almost a century ago. People moved noticeably slower outside, speeding up as they neared buildings known to be cool inside. There were reports of families sleeping overnight in their cars to take advantage of vehicle air conditioners and the town council had activated an emergency cooling plan for the poor and elderly, with cots being set up in local gyms and arenas. Tempers were fraying and, after a couple of spectacular brawls in parks and bars, the police had announced an increased presence on the north-east end of town.

Maeve, wearing just panties, groaned in frustration as she tried again to adjust the sweep of the fan sitting on the floor in front of her. Irritatingly, the fan refused to be set to aim in just one direction; it insisted on swinging back and forth, leaving her swaying from side to side in a futile effort to stay in the cooler air stream. It wasn't that much of a fan in any case; her parents had passed it to her when they got a larger one. Air conditioning was not on the cards in this household.

Maeve lifted her heavy tits to cool the sweat-soaked crease beneath them. The fan responded by dying altogether, its blades gradually slowing to an infuriating halt. She reached for the switch, played with it, moaning in frustration when it refused to so much as groan in apology.

Angrily, she stomped down the hall to her parents' bedroom. Her mother was at work and her father out of town for the week on a freight run to Florida; they could share for an hour.

As she entered the curtained bedroom, she flicked at the light switch. The lights stayed off. She fiddled with the switch a couple of times before realizing that the power must be out. She swore a most unladylike oath, then doubled down when her phone down the hall started ringing.

"Maeve?" It was her BFF Tanya; "Have you got power?"

"No such luck. It just went out."

"Damn it, girl, what are we going to do? I'm dying over here."

"Cold showers?"

"Not funny."

"The mall?"

"I can see it from my place. Power's out there, too. People are leaving and they're not letting anyone back in. How about the Memorial Pool?"

"It'd be crowded." Maeve said, then paused. "But, wait. They still have those spray coolers, right?"

"Did last week. And it's an adults-only timeslot. No freaky kids screaming."

"Okay, then."

"You should wear that new bikini you bought," Tanya giggled. "The yellow spotted one."

"You're kidding, right?" Maeve hadn't adjusted to the thought of being seen in public wearing the abbreviated outfit. "Anyway, I didn't buy it; you bought it for me on a dare."

"Which," Tanya snickered, "you didn't refuse at the time."

"You never asked."

"Okay," Tanya said; and Maeve could hear the grin over the phone; "I'm asking, daring, you now!"

She had Maeve hooked; and both girls knew it.

"So, um, what would you be wearing?" she dodged.

"Something appropriate." Tanya dodged back.

"Well," Okay," Maeve said. "I'm too hot to argue. Pick me up in 15? Mom's taken the car to work."

"Can't. My brother took ours up to the hills to go camping."

"That means walking like 12 blocks in this heat, Tanya."

"It's that or melt, Maeve. I'll see you there at 2, sharp." Not giving Maeve time to reply, the girl hung up.

Maeve took the bikini out of her drawer, still in the store bag. As she looked at the scraps of bright fabric in her hands, she felt a stirring inside her, a sense of excitement, like a child stealing peaches from a neighbor's orchard.

She peeled off her damp panties, letting them fall to the floor. Tying the side ties of the G-string bottom, she slid it up her legs and over her bottom. The triangle, while covering her sex completely, was no bigger than her palm.

The ties, of course, covered nothing.

At least there isn't a camel-toe, she thought, looking at herself in the mirror.

She tried the top on next. The small triangles of cloth just barely covered her and her nipples were obvious despite the thin padding. She put her hands under her tits and hefted them, adjusting the fit. Turning back and forth in front of her mirror, she frowned and slipped out of the garment to readjust a tie. Putting it back on, she turned back and forth, smiled wickedly in spite of herself. Damn, but that looks hot!

Maeve considered a fashionable pair of sandals but reconsidered when she realized how thin the soles were and opted for a pair of sneakers. She slipped a thin, knee-length sundress over the bikini and found a broad straw hat. Even so, by the time she reached the pool, her feet were burning and she had perspired enough that she looked as if she had been dipped in baby oil. Her small bag, containing little more than sun-screen, a towel and a bottle of water, seemed to weigh a ton in the heat.

Finally, she reached the shady entranceway and pushed a bill through the till at the cashier before moving through into the pool area. On her way, she pulled her sun dress over her shoulders, feeling the hot sun on her back and legs.

Only then did her problems really start. From inside the office came a thin, annoyed voice.

"You can't wear that here! Put something on that's respectable."

Emerging from his burrow was McGregor, the pool supervisor, a gaunt, grey, sour man. Rumor had it that he'd once smiled at his mother, but few believed it. His normally choleric disposition had not been improved by the heat. As Maeve watched, a drop of sweat trickled off his forehead and oozed down through his eyebrow. The girl watched its progress as it entered his right eye. McGregor winced and rubbed it with a forefinger.

"You heard me," he said.

"What?" Maeve said, looking down at herself. "Why not? Everything's covered, isn't it?"

"Look, missy, I run the pool for the town. One of my jobs is to keep things orderly here. And I'm saying that swimsuit isn't acceptable dress."

"So, you won't let me in wearing this? You won't let me go swimming? In this heat?"

"No way." The old man shook his head.

"But I walked 12 blocks to get here!" the girl wailed.

"Should've considered the dress code first."

"What dress code? The sign just talks about showering and spitting."

"Common sense, young lady."

"Please?"

"No. Not with that suit on."

The frustration boiled out of Maeve. "Fine, then. You won't let me in with it, then I'll go without it!"

The girl could hear Tanya giggle behind her, but was angry enough to carry through with her threat. Given the nature of the suit, it took only a couple of seconds to pull the ties and step clear of the falling cloth.

McGregor's eyes bulged in astonishment.

Maeve had never considered herself centerfold material, but what she had, she now bared with flaming, righteous indignation. Covered in perspiration and flushed with anger, she blazed like a Celtic warrior princess before battle. She stomped her foot in anger, sending her tits bobbing in the hot sun.

"Come on!" she shouted. "Throw me out now!" She snatched up her suit from the ground and made as if to step around the befuddled pool manager.

McGregor started to reach for her, then paused. Maeve could almost read his mind; Wrestling a naked 18-year-old girl in public. Not a good image. He jerked back his hand as if it had been burned.

"I'll have you thrown out!"

"By whom?"

McGregor paused for a second. "The lifeguards," he said.

"Walter?" She chuckled and swiveled her head around to look at the sunburned guy melting on the high chair under the broiling sun. "I don't think so." She waved at him. The guy's flushed skin wasn't entirely due to the sun. He pretended to be watching swimmers already in the pool, but she could see his eyes bulging out as they were drawn to her form.

Walter was one of the most common topics of discussion among half of Maeve's schoolmates. It was the solid consensus among the female students that Walter was just about the best-looking guy in town. Tall, graceful, with a baritone voice and eyes as blue as his hair was black, he could have had a date with any girl there by merely raising an eyebrow. Some of her peers, Maeve knew, had taken up swimming just to be able to ogle the young man's sculpted form on his lifeguard chair.

Sadly for Walter, and his distaff classmates, he was painfully, devastatingly shy with women, to the point some girls had questioned his orientation. Maeve was in the larger, more hopeful camp, the ones who felt he was merely socially awkward and could be 'helped'. In any case, she was pretty sure she was safe from being evicted by the shy young man.

The other lifeguard was Tiffany, even smaller than Tanya; Maeve wasn't much worried about her, either.

"I'll call the police!" McGregor threatened.

"Go for it," Maeve snorted. "I think they've got better things to do."

Mr. McGregor looked around for support. Instead, he saw another couple shedding swimsuits. The woman sat down with her feet in the water and watched Maeve; the man dived into the water before surfacing and, treading water, watching the drama unfolding. Both were smiling broadly. The woman's tits showed no tan lines; could it be they did this all the time?

As Maeve watched, water from the cooling spray collected on another man's chest and slowly trickled down to his groin. The girl watched it for a second, awaiting its inevitable fall from.

Maeve had a sudden inspiration, something she'd read web-surfing only the day before. She shook her head to shake the image of the man across from her and broke into a brilliant smile.

"After all, Mr. McGregor," she beamed. "It's National Nude Day. Progress never stops."

"What?" the man almost screamed. "National what Day? There's no such thing!"

"Certainly there is," Maeve grinned. "You can google it, Mr. McGregor. It's a national celebration." To emphasize her point, she arched her back, thrusting her bare tits up and forward at the dazed caretaker.

Behind her, she could hear the sounds of other people starting to laugh and from somewhere came a supporting whistle. McGregor had never been well-liked and it was too hot for rulebooks. More people started taking off their clothes.

"Come on, Tanya," she snorted.

Tanya had already doffed her bikini. Pushing between the others, she handed it to McGregor in passing. The old man looked at the handful of colorful fabric in disbelief then dropped it as if it were toxic. He spun around and almost sprinted away. The sound of his office door slamming echoed across the pool. A moment later, he exited and headed for the parking lot. His car left seconds later, spraying gravel as it went.

Maeve dropped her suit and bag on a chair, stepped up onto the low board and dove into the pool with a clean forward pike. She was surprised at the delicious feel of cool water on areas which had never felt bare swimming before. I was made for this! she realized with delight.

She was still more surprised when her head surfaced. Every person in the crowded pool was applauding her.

Except Walter.

With nudity breaking out all around him, Walter wasn't quite sure where to look. His eyes locked on Tanya, all five feet of her, topped with short red hair, and with, as the saying goes, a rug matching the drapes. Tanya caught him looking at her and pointedly blew him a kiss. Walter blushed and his eyes darted away, almost in panic. But he couldn't look away from the increasingly-unclad bodies in the pool, for watching was his job.

The guy's growing panic was almost palpable.

Pretend we're on the Net, Walter, Maeve snickered to herself. I'm sure you've looked at boobies on your phone!

Then she had a better idea.

Waiting until Tiffany was occupied, she slipped under the water in front of Walter's chair, then emerged with a loud splashing about.

"Cramp!" she yelled, before allowing herself to sink back under the water.

Walter's training kicked in and he was off his perch in a clean dive. Two stokes had him up to Maeve. He got too close; the girl grabbed him. There was a brief wrestling match, which Walter of course won; but in the process, Maeve had his swim trunks down around his ankles.

In desperation, Walter kicked them off without thinking; and, breaking loose from Maeve's grasp, towed her efficiently to the side.

"Don't panic!" he called. "You're safe! I've got you!" Right out of the book.

Maeve smiled to herself, despite the discomfort of being towed. Who's got who? she thought. Okay, whom?

Walter reached around and pulled her to the edge, putting both hands on the concrete ledge. It was only then that he realized he was missing something. He looked frantically around for a way out. Maeve cut him off by taking both hands off the ledge, grabbing Walter's head, and turning him in towards her. Leaning forward, she began a long, sensuous kiss, tongue sweeping inside his lips.

In his panic, Walter let go to push her away, only to cause both of them to slide under the surface of the deep water. He reached back with one hand, using the other in a vain attempt to free his face. Maeve was relentless and, almost without realizing it, his lips opened and Walter had his very first tongue kiss.

Her tongue slipped inside his mouth and licked back and forth. Unsurprisingly, even in the cold water, Maeve felt him react under the surface. She pulled back, grinning at him as their heads broke the surface, into the air.

"Thank you for saving me, Walter," she smiled, as beguilingly as she could. "I might have drowned."

Walter's free hand left her face and wrapped around her waist to hold her. "It's Okay," he said huskily. "I think you would've made it."

"But I still have a cramp, Walter," she breathed, her nose only six inches from his. She deliberately opened her eyes as wide as possible.

"The book says to massage the cramp," he said. Again, he paused. He was uncomfortably (Okay; delightedly, but still uncomfortably) aware of Maeve's substantial bosom pressing against his chest. He knew, beyond the ghost of a doubt, that his rubbing her bare leg out on the pool deck, would have him hard as a rock.

Without his trunks.

In public.

"It's so hot by the pool," she said, batting her eyes, "Isn't there a room, out of the sun; or something?"

It was about as transparent as, Come up to my room and see my sketchings, but Walter wasn't thinking as well as he might.

They climbed out and Maeve managed to fake a creditable limp. Scooping her up in his arms, Walter headed for the small first-aid room, between the 2 changing rooms. He got a round of applause for his rescue from the (now mostly bare) spectators. Most were so busy applauding, that they overlooked his half-hard tallywhacker. Maeve merely leaned her head on his shoulder.

It was an odd feeling, she thought, his strong arms carrying her. She hadn't been carried like that since she was a little girl. It felt comforting, and exciting, at the same time.

Tanya gave her a wink and a quick thumbs-up, as they passed.

Passing Tiffany, Walter called to her to cover his monitoring duties for a couple of minutes; as he kicked the door open, carrying the buck naked girl inside. Maeve had never been in the room before, but was unsurprised to see it was fairly bare except for a glass-fronted supply cabinet, full of bandages; and a cloth-covered exam table. A spine board and stretcher hung off hooks mounted on the wall. A telephone was mounted on the wall next to a list of emergency numbers. It was pleasantly cooler, and dim, with the only light coming from a row of windows high up on one wall.

"Okay," he said, standing her back up and trying to sound professional, "Lie down on the table, please."

Having the guy thoroughly off-balance by now, Maeve decided to press her advantage. Holding his forearm with one hand, she hopped on one foot towards the table. His eyes popped as he watched her hefty tits sway and bounce.

"Help me, Walter!" she cried, leaning towards him. Flustered and hardly thinking, his strong hands grabbed her; as she had planned; by her bare ass. There was a split-second pause before he shifted his grip to her waist. Gingerly, he helped her get up on the table.

She rolled over on her stomach. "It's my right calf," she said.

Walter paused. "I thought it was your left," he said, puzzled.

Oops! She thought to herself.

"No, it's my right," she whispered, as she spread her legs as wide as the exam table would support. "Please! It really hurts."

Gallantly, the guy began to stroke her right calf. Maeve smiled to herself, her face hidden. She wiggled her round ass, just a little, and could feel his stare. His hands stopped, then restarted, more slowly now. She eased her legs a bit farther apart, giving her victim a much better view of her glistening cunt lips. His hands stopped altogether.

A slight poke on her hip told her everything she needed to know. Guided by that, her hand reached out and grasped something every bit as impressive as she had been hoping.

"Hey!" he blurted. He tried to back away, but risked leaving behind important and sensitive parts, in her firm grip.

Maintaining her grasp on him, Maeve rolled over and sat up, smiling sweetly.

"Walter," she murmured, "I'll let go the instant you tell me a second time. But you and I both know, that you truly don't want me to."

Her free hand reached out, took one of his and brought it slowly, gently towards her tit. While he didn't exactly cooperate, he didn't resist either. She stopped just short of causing his palm to contact her stiff nipple, then relaxed her grip on his wrist.

"You're strong and sweet and really good-looking, Walter," she whispered. "Isn't it about time you let yourself try?"

His eyes flipped up, to lock with hers. She released his manhood, then with both hands she cupped her tits and lifted them towards him as an offering.

"Go ahead, Walter," she said, almost inaudibly. "They're made for handsome guys, as well as babies, you know."

She reached up one hand behind his neck, then took his head and slowly pulled it down to hers before whispering into the guy's ear, "I want you, Walter. Kiss me. Please."

She felt both his hands close on her tits, carefully squeezing and lifting them. Deep within her, a fire began to glow.

His lips touched hers, tentatively at first. She ran her tongue across them. After a moment, his mouth opened and the tip of his own tongue swept lightly across hers.

Still holding his head in both her hands, she pulled their mouths apart. "That feels very good, darling. Don't stop, please." She pulled him back in for a longer, stronger kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other. She felt his cock twitch against her leg as his hands explored her large tits.

‘He's so sweet!’ she thought to herself. ‘So cute.’

She reached down, grasped his ridged shaft, and began to stroke it. The angle was wrong, but he was breathing heavier with each movement.

She ran her other hand under and behind his balls, stroked the back of his sack with one finger. His hands on her tits tightened, relaxed, continued to move. He thumbed her now painfully hard nipples and Maeve felt herself becoming wetter.

She pulled out of the guy's hands, slipped off the exam table, and knelt in front of him on the floor. Pushing her long black hair out of the way, she took his glorious phallus in both hands, and smiled up at him. Walter's eyes were very wide, but there was a hopeful smile on his face.

"Walter," she smiled, "guys often need to be slowed down a little, to make it fun for the girl. How about you let me help; and just enjoy yourself?"

With that, she turned to the task at hand; for her, not so much of a task as it was a treat. Given his age and this being his first time, it wouldn't take long, she knew. Keeping her eyes on his, she began giving broad tongue-strokes from base to crown. His cock pulsed in her hands and the guy closed his eyes.

After a while she took his swollen crown in her mouth, nibbling very gently with her white teeth, then, closing her lips tightly around his shaft, she began sucking, softly at first, then harder, while bobbing her head up and down on him.

As she expected, it didn't take long. The guy's hands suddenly clasped at her head. His eyes popped wide open.

She paused, pulled back momentarily.

"Go ahead, Walter," she urged. "Have fun."

‘Time to ruin this guy for every other girl in the school,’ she smiled to herself. Fondling his balls with one hand, she began to pump the loose skin over his shaft. Walter suddenly growled and she could feel his seed pulsing up inside him. His hands tightened on her head. Pushing his tip as far into her mouth as she could, she began swallowing as he erupted inside.

The lifeguard’s cock finished shooting a full load, then slowly sagged, and Maeve stopped her ministrations. Pulling off his cock with a slight pop, she stood up and hugged him. His strong arms hugged back, then began stroking up and down her back.

"How's my favorite lifeguard?" she whispered.

"Good. Real great." he replied, grinning shyly.

"That's good, hon, because we aren't finished yet."

She could feel Walter's reaction to that by the rising hardness between them. She also knew that the longer they stayed in the first aid room, the more likely that somebody would interrupt. The thought of being caught was a bit exciting, but she wanted; no, needed; to finish.

Maeve pulled out of his arms and spun around, bending over the table. Even in the heat, the tabletop felt cool against her tits. She spread her legs to give the guy a better view and turned her head over one shoulder to smile invitingly at him. At the same time, she wiggled her ass in his direction.

"I need you, Walter," she said in as sultry a voice as her imagination could call up.

She could see control being passed from Walter's brain to his mini-brain. One strong hand moved to hold her hip steady while the other guided his revived cock home. She felt stretched, filled in that special way, and so very pleased.

She knew his inexperience, knew she would have to take the lead.

"Don't be gentle, Walter," she said softly. "Sometimes I need gentle, but right now, I need you hard and fast."

Not being able to see his smile, she still knew he just had to be pleased. His hands grasped her hips more firmly and she could feel his balls bouncing against the backs of her thighs as he plunged in and out as quickly as he could.

Maeve gasped as she felt Walter moving back and forth within her passage. While he was not the most skillful lover, knowing that she was his very first added both sweetness and exhilaration to the experience and she began to buck backwards into him each time he pushed forward. She could feel his fingers sink deeper into the flesh of her hips, his lunges becoming deeper, more forceful.

Feeling her own release building within her but uncertain of how long he could last, Maeve reached between her legs with on hand and began working her clitoris. At her level of arousal, subtlety was hardly on the cards and two fingers were immediately pressing, rolling and stroking her love bud.

"Go for it, Walter!" she panted. "Fill me. Cum for Maeve!" If anything, his movements became more frenzied and the girl could feel the table begin to shift across the tiled floor under the pounding of his hips.

Suddenly she could take no more and cried aloud in her joy. With that, the guy's body became rigid, only his length pulsing and throbbing deep within her. She could feel their combined fluids running down her thighs and gave a sweet smile of satisfaction.

Walter started to withdraw, but she reached behind with both hands, grasped his hips and held him still.

"Not yet, dear," she sighed. "Girls just like to be held at times like this."

In response, he bent forward at the waist and lean his chest over her back. His hands left her hips and roamed over her sides. He petted her head gently. In response, she turned her head as far as she could and felt his lips touch hers. His tongue tip slid gently over her lips.

She felt him softening within her, eventually slipping out. She stood up, turned around and gave the guy a strong hug before looking up at him.

Time to preserve this afternoon in amber!

She stroked his lips gently with one forefinger. "Thank you, Walter," she whispered. "You were amazing."

She could see the wonder and pride in the handsome guy's eyes at her praise. He was about to say something when there was a quiet knock at the door.

Tanya's voice came through the door. "You two Okay in there?" Without waiting for an answer, she pushed on the door and entered. The sight of the two naked forms holding each other tenderly had the diminutive girl's jaw drop. Maeve grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in, bolting the door behind them this time.

Tanya's nose wrinkled at the smell of sex. "Oh my god!" she giggled. "You two are just crazy!"

It was Maeve who took the petite girl by the arm and pulled her into a three-way hug with the stunned but unresisting Walter.

"Crazy?" she whispered. "Let's us show you crazy!" She leaned down and gave the shorter girl a long, lingering, sensuous kiss. Tanya's eyes popped wide open, then closed slowly as she began to kiss back.

And the young lifeguard, his hands full of naked teenagers, began to smile.

Based on a post by Tarnished Penny, for Literotica.