Lifeguard pay was OK, but the fringe benefits were better...

...the apartments that bordered the beach were havens for airline stewardesses and airline reservation and ticket counter workers...

Beginning during the summer after my high school graduation, I began what were to be five wonderful summer seasons as a lifeguard on the lake front of my Great Lake city. They were to be terrific, to say the very least. Though Cheryl and I continued to date throughout that first summer that I worked as a lifeguard, it became immediately evident that the lifeguard job was a definite chick magnet. In those days, only males were hired by the City Parks and Beach Department but there were also other beachfront jobs that attracted high school and college girls at the various concession stands. Additionally, since the beach that I worked at was the closest beach to the local international airport, the apartments that bordered the beach were havens for airline stewardesses and airline reservation and ticket counter workers.

Luckily, to the last person, every airline worker that I met during those summers on the beach, was a woman. The 12 man lifeguard staff at my beach was very competitive and at most, we only brought on 1 or 2 new guards each year. By our fourth or fifth season most guards who were still working were promoted to a supervisory position called "Mate". At my beach we had a Captain, a high school PE teacher during the school year and two Mates who were older college guys. "TJ" Parker was our captain and until I was promoted to Mate for my fifth and final season, only the Posner brothers worked as mates.

"TJ" was probably about 40 years old and had been working summers at the beach for more than 20 years. He was married to a very pretty woman named Lois and had two young daughters. Being married certainly never slowed TJ down in his pursuit of the "perfect pussy" as he continuously reminded anyone willing to listen. It was at this summer job that I began to learn about the "code of silence" that surrounds the comings and goings of married or otherwise attached guys. This "code" was certainly present during the 10 years I spent in the service as a fighter pilot and perhaps this early exposure set the example for the years to come.

The "drill" for TJ was that during the week he would work his "boat" with the local beach women of all appropriate ages and then on the weekends Lois would come to the beach with the Parker children. TJ was on good behavior during the weekends and then went back to his wandering ways throughout the week. TJ spent many "breaks" out of sight and in and out of the various high-rise apartment buildings that backed up to our beach. Needless to say, we all learned a thing or two about the skill of "pussy pursuit" and "bed-hopping" from the master of the art: TJ Parker.

Though I was true to Cheryl, my own teen sex partner during that first year on the sand, I certainly made many contacts with the "locals" that first year that were to serve me well during the future four summers. In fact, I became friendly with one of the reservation agents for a Midwest commuter airline named Kathy Russo who was divorced and had a two-year old daughter. She was kind to all the guards but especially seemed to like me and would often "camp her blanket" by my guard post. I had several nieces and nephews from my older siblings and truly enjoyed being with the children and I think Kathy noticed that I liked building sand castles with her daughter during my breaks. When Cheryl would visit the beach, she and Kathy often threw their blankets next to each other.

After Cheryl and I broke up, I had corresponded with a few of the beach girls, during my freshman year at my state university. My lifeguard corps created "pet" names for many of the girls and women who were "regulars" near our guard stations [e.g., the "Polish" sisters, Sophia and Beatrice; the "Indian" maiden, Twyla Sparrow; the "German" gang, Ursula and Olga Schmidt; the dark-haired "Kosher queens", Katie Gold, Marilyn Gould, and Iriet Rosenberg; the "Piedmont Pussies" for a bevy of stews and reservation and ticket clerks who worked for the local commuter airline, Kathy Russo, Carolyn Carson, Margo Swenson and several others]. While many other names would follow during the coming summers, these girls all served as a core of lifeguard devotees during that first summer on the beach.

My freshman year at college will have a separate chapter, but the escapades of the summer had a profound impact on my future sexual exploits. I had exchanged addresses with several of the "beach bunch" and corresponded with a few during my first year at college. I had received a Christmas card from Kathy Russo and her daughter, and during my winter break back home I stopped by her apartment and found her at home. Kathy's daughter was away spending time with her father who shared custody and Kathy admitted that she was a bit lonely in her apartment by herself. She served up some hot holiday rum punch and homemade cookies and we talked about her job and my first year of college.

Kathy was about 25 or 26 years old and was about 5'6" tall. She usually wore glasses with rims that had a glittery appearance. She had straight long light brown hair that she always wore in a ponytail, and had hazel colored eyes. She was probably a bit of a plain Jane, wore no makeup and tended to dress in casual clothes. She indicated that she still worked for Piedmont, but was trying to lose 15# so she could apply for stewardess training. She was kind and funny and I liked her more with each cup of punch. She had small breasts and a somewhat large rear end, but nice legs and very small feet.

As the hour grew later, I told her I had to be on my way home, to attend a family gathering but she asked me to stay a bit longer. Then, she added that she would like me to spend the night. As a less than worldly eighteen year old, I had never spent a night in a woman's apartment or home and this offer was too good to pass up. I borrowed her phone and called my parents and lied that I had a flat tire on my motorcycle and would be spending the night with one of my anonymous lifeguard buddies in a northern city suburb. Whether my mother believed me or not, I got "excused" from a dinner with some relatives and promised to be home as soon as I got the flat fixed in the morning.

Kathy ordered pizza and then excused herself and went into her bedroom to freshen up while I was left in the living room on the couch to contemplate the possibilities for the night ahead. The pizza came before Kathy came out of her room and I luckily had enough money to act like the man of the house and pay the delivery man and give him a tip. Kathy came out just as I placed the pizza on the kitchen table and she looked stunning! I had never seen her "dressed" in anything other than a bathing suit, shorts or a T-shirt. When I had come to her apartment unannounced earlier in the afternoon she was wearing blue jeans and a large holiday-type ski sweater. Now, she walked out like she was going to the theatre with a frilly red blouse, a very short red and green plaid skirt, nude nylons, and red patent open-toed slingback pumps. I got an immediate boner!

I told her she looked great and how I felt bad that I was too under dressed in my preppy sport shirt, pullover sweater, corduroy pants, and oxblood wingtips. I know she must have thanked me for complementing her outfit, but I really think I was only thinking about how I was going to get those wonderful clothes off of her! She came over and sat next to me at the kitchen table, brining a chilled bottle of Mateus from her refrigerator. I opened the wine and we toasted the holidays and to her future adventures as a "stew". The pizza and wine must have been wonderful, but to be honest, I couldn't keep me eyes off of Kathy's pretty face, sans glasses and made up with greenish sparkly eye makeup on her eyelids. Oh, the drama of the makeup "magic kit"!

We finished the pizza, I think I ate most of it and then brought the remaining wine into the living room. Kathy had put on some holiday records on the stereo and we sat down on the couch to finish our wine and listen to the music. I made my move and put my arms around her shoulders and we began to kiss. Our kissing quickly became voracious and we were soon lying prone on the couch. I had shifted myself off of the couch to a kneeling position alongside as I continued to kiss her and explore her breasts and then slip my hand under her now hiked-up skirt. She was lying on her back with her knees bent up, her legs open and her heels digging into the end of the sofa.

As I moved my hand up her open thighs, I soon discovered that Kathy had not put on panties and had her nylons held up with lacey garters. I was so turned on. Her pussy was sopping wet and I could smell the fragrant odor of a woman in heat. My penis was straining to be released and I watched as Kathy sort of propped herself up on her elbows and unbuttoned her blouse. So much for dressing up! As she pulled the blouse off of her arms she revealed a sheer red lace chamois and no bra. Nirvana. I was plunging my index and middle fingers of my right hand into her vagina while I tweaked her throbbing clit with my thumb.

I was so turned on that I quickly moved my right hand from Kathy's pussy, reached into the waist of my cords with both hands and easily pulled my burgundy sweater and yellow long-sleeved shirt over my head and off of my arms [the next morning I found that I had broken both buttons off of my shirt cuffs!]. While my head was still covered with me inside-out shirt and sweater, I felt Kathy's hands unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly. As I stood up from beside the couch I kicked off my pants and jockey shorts, leaned over and in a gallant act that I would soon hone to a tee, I gently placed my arms under Kathy's thighs and back and scooped her off of the couch. The short walk to the bedroom took only a few seconds and I soon had deposited her now almost naked body onto her already turned-down bed.

She still had the short chamois covering her breasts where it would remain for the next few hours until we left that double bed for a shower sometime in the middle of the night. I quickly resumed my position between Kathy's spread legs and continued to suck and lick her clit, finger her vagina and anus and work my tongue in and out of her pussy until she came with a writhing and moaning orgasm that released a flow of juice into my mouth. I had never before experienced any noticeable female orgasmic fluid release and at first thought that she might have peed into my mouth. [Many years later, one of my lovers explained to me that she always took a shower or Jacuzzi with a new lover so that they could go directly to the bed wet and soak the sheets. She told me that after the birth of her last child she had developed a condition that caused her to release urine during orgasm and that it never mattered if the sheets were already wet from the shower, bath or hot tub so her new lover never realized that she had peed in the bed!]

After Kathy had cum, I eased myself up next to her as she lay with her eyes closed and a great smile on her face. I rolled onto my side and eased myself up and over her hips as I straddled her and entered her wet and waiting cunt. Up until that time, I had only had intercourse with five women [Janice Hanson, Cheryl Maxwell, and three girls during my first semester at college that will be discussed in the next chapter]. Kathy's pussy was the loosest that I had fucked. Though four of my previous sex partners had never had children [three had been virgins] I thought that Kathy's pussy was "bigger" because she had only had a baby three years before and I thought that Janice's tight pussy must had "firmed up" during the thirteen years after Mike had been born. That theory was soon debunked as I experienced more sex partners who were virgins, others with well-used pussies that had never had a baby and countless ones who had had a child or many children and it became clear that some virgins had pussies that swallowed my average-sized penis and other "moms" who were so tight that it felt like they could have crushed my dick into a pencil if they had wanted to.

Kathy was my first marathon fuck. I screwed her all night long. I know that I had cum at least ten times before I left her house after we had breakfast that she made about 6am. She had to go to work and I had to "fix" my flat tire so we parted about 7am. During the time that we were in that wet and musty bed, we never slept. Kathy was a great cocksucker and swallowed every load that I shot down her throat. She also was the first woman to actually stick a finger into my ass. During one of my many orgasms that night, one in particular was notable since I later realized that Kathy was rubbing my prostrate gland with her anus-buried finger as she deep-throated my dick and took my load into her stomach. Later she shared that I was only her second lover! I found that difficult to believe but she indicated that she was never a very social person during her high school years and in fact had been about 50 pounds heavier during high school. She indicated that she had been known as the "hand-job" girl at her high school and had probably jacked off 50 guys during high school.

She indicated that she had met her husband shortly after she got her job at Piedmont and had married him after she had gotten pregnant. She told me that she had gained a lot of weight during the pregnancy and that her husband lost interest in having intercourse with her. She said that during the pregnancy and until they separated and divorced just prior to her daughter's first birthday her husband's only interest in sex had been to have her suck him off. She told me that she often gave him three of four blow jobs every day and that she had learned to love sucking cock.

She told me that she had sucked off every lifeguard at my beach during the past season, except me! She told me that she liked Cheryl and did not want to "do me" until Cheryl told her during the final week of summer that she was planning to break up with me. Well, it didn't make any difference to me that I made her "beach conquest" complete when she sucked and fucked me that night. She also showed me several pictures of herself when she was heavier and was proud that after her divorce she had dieted and lost most of her extra weight. Other than a few pounds on her butt cheeks, she surely looked OK in my estimation. Over the next two summers, and during some of my visits back to the city to see my family, Kathy and I continued to have wild and crazy sex, no matter what other relationships we were in at the time. Eventually, Kathy was hired by one of the international airlines and was domiciled in New York. I only have fond memories about our time together and have often thought about the lessons that I learned from this lovely lady.