Nude Pool = Happy Vagina

Back when I was in high school, it was the very end of junior year and I was looking forward to being a senior and eventually moving on to college. I was well on my way to getting a scholarship to a local school, but talking to my counselor one day, he said that one of the things they like to look for is some work history, of which I had none. My parents did well enough that I didn't need to work, but now I had to find something to show a little financial responsibility, even if just for the summer. 

That Saturday I looked through the paper at the want-ads, but pretty much all of the part time jobs were all the same. Fry cook, waitress, cashier...nothing that was really catching my interests. This was the summer, and I wanted a job that was fun! After scouring the ads for a while, I finally saw something; a close-by resort was looking for a morning lifeguard. I loved the pool, I learned CPR at camp a couple years ago...seemed right up my alley. I kept looking back at the name of the place, though. It seemed so familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Then, after a few minutes it dawned on me. It was a naturist club. Holy shit. My heart started beating faster just thinking about it. Could I really be around all these naked people...and be naked MYSELF? There was a sliver of the daring side in me, so I figured...why not? I called them up and they asked me to come in Sunday afternoon to talk to them. 

When I went in for my interview, I tried to look professional in a button-down shirt and knee length skirt, but when I met the lady I realized I was kind of overdressed (ha ha). Wearing a club t-shirt, little summer shorts and flip flops, a lady in her early 40's led me back to one of the offices and talked to me for a while I went over my credentials and she seemed to feel like there wouldn't be any issue for me getting the job. She walked me around the building and to the pool where I would be stationed, which was closed for the afternoon for cleaning. She explained to me that, while some of the areas of the resort were clothing optional, the pool area was strictly nude only when open. Asking if it was going to be a problem, I said I was fully comfortable with that. 

After a little while longer I left, and being home I told my parents about the interview and where it was. My dad said, "Wait...the nudist colony? Don't you have to be a member to get in there?" I shook my head. "No, not if you're an employee." My mom chimed in. "Are you sure that's something you want to do? I mean, you do realize all kinds of strangers will be seeing you naked, right?" I kind of giggled and said, "Of course I do, she went over all of that when I interviewed. I'm ready for it." They kind of looked at each other and said, "Well, ok, if that's something you want to do." 

That night, I closed to the door to my bedroom and stripped naked wearing my sunglasses, sitting in my desk chair pretending it was the lifeguard perch. I had goosebumps. Not only that however, I also had a wet spot in the chair when I stood up. I jumped in bed and masturbated, thinking about all of the eyes that could be gazing at my bare body. Not even friends or my parents had seen me naked since I was little. It took no time before I was squirming around on the sheets in a fantastic orgasm. Laying there naked for a few minutes I knew I needed more, so I grabbed a hairbrush and fucked myself with it until I had a second, mind-blowing cum. Spent, I just fell asleep naked on top of the sheets. 

The next day at school, the job was all I could think about. Thankfully I was wearing dark pants, because my pussy was a constant state of dampness all day. At one point I even got a hall pass so I could go to the bathroom and rub out a quick one during class. When I finally got home my mom told me there was a call for me when I was gone, and it turned out it was the club. I called them back and the lady told me I had the job and told me I could start whenever I could. That was around 2 weeks from then, so I had a little bit of time to get used to walking around naked. I started sleeping naked, doing my homework naked, even walking downstairs by my parents naked. That was as much of a shock to me as it was to them, I think. Along with this, my masturbation frequency went waaay up. Before, it was every other day, sometimes every third day. Now with my newfound nudism, I was fingering myself 2 or 3 times a day, with every orgasm just as powerful as the last. This was a constant for the remainder of the school year, and by that Sunday I was starting to feel pretty comfy in my own skin, even spending the rest of that afternoon bare all around the house. 

Then came Monday. Waking up, there was a different feeling knowing that I wouldn't just be getting naked for fun. It was now a requirement and I was going to be seen by many people. I actually felt nervous, and along with the nervousness...horny. They had already left for work, so I very vocally frigged myself until I had two amazing orgasms before even getting up to take my morning pee. After having breakfast I threw on some light clothes and headed off for my 9 am start. I met the same lady and she showed me where the employee locker room was, and said to go ahead and get undressed and come back to her office. The room was pretty small with just one stack of lockers, a couple benches and the bathroom/shower area around the corner. Somewhat slowly I took off my clothes and locked them up, glancing at myself in the big mirror hanging in the room. *I wish I would have tried getting rid of these tan lines...I should have trimmed down my bush...* The thoughts rolled through my head before I said it was too late to change anything, then walked back out into the hallway with nothing on but a towel over my shoulder and light blue flip flops on my feet. Walking back to her office, she stood up and came out from behind her desk, pulling off her long t-shirt and hanging it up, revealing she had nothing on underneath it. I also saw that she was shaved...damn...now I REALLY wish I groomed my pubic hair before I left...oh well. Just going barefoot, she walked me down to the pool and showed where the deep section of the water started, where the safety equipment was, all that stuff. Not having any questions, she gave me my whistle and left me to it. I slipped out of my flip flops and hung my towel over the back, hopping up into the seat. There weren't too many people there to start, but around noon a bigger crowd started filling the area. Young, old, guys, girls, thin, heavy...all types were walking around which made me feel better about the way I looked at the moment. The day was going pretty normally until...

He walked in. Walking in with his parents, he looked to be around my age. Tall, thin, the start of a toned body...but his penis...what a penis it was. No. Wait. I don't think I would call this a penis. This was a COCK. Hanging a good 5-6 inches soft and thick, it would bounce around with every step he took. His father looked pretty average, so I don't know where he got it from, but this boy had been blessed. Whenever he would get out of the water or use the diving board I couldn't help but stare at him out of my side-eye. Even when he got out and sat in one of the loungers, that big hunk of meat would drape over his thigh like it was begging to be seen. How big did that thing get when hard? He must've had a good 9...maybe even 10 inch erection. I pictured him laying in that chair, his cock pointing to the ceiling, head thrown back and slowly stroking himself until he came. Ooh...he must cum gallons...

I tried clearing my head and focusing on something else. You know...like the job. I stayed there until 2 when the afternoon guard came on duty. I hadn't gotten into the water, but let's just say I was soaking wet. When I got back to the locker room it was empty, so I went back into the shower area and began masturbating. I imagined him and his cock, ramming it up inside me. Tearing me in half, making me scream, pumping his cum deep inside me...I think I lasted 20 seconds. With my knees wobbling and hands shaking I put my clothes back on and headed home. Checking the time, I had about a half hour before they started coming home, so I ran upstairs, flung my flip flops across the room and tore off my clothes. I grabbed my hair brush and jumped in bed, jammed it into my hungry pussy and fucked myself like never before. Damn, I needed a dildo. In a span of maybe 10 minutes I had my fourth and fifth orgasm of the day and felt like I could have kept going if not for my parents coming home. I reluctantly put my clothes back on and went back downstairs, and minutes later mom walked in. She asked me how my first day went and if I had any weird feelings about the job. I said no, and that I actually feel good about it (in more ways than one). Dad came home and had the same conversation. At the end of the evening I took a shower and got back in bed, again, going nude. Before falling asleep my hand couldn't help but slide past my patch and between my legs. Six. And seven.

The next morning started out the same way, masturbating before breakfast, only this time it was a single orgasm instead of two. Work went pretty smoothly, but today I did have to get in the water. Not for an emergency, but one of the kids couldn't get out of their inner tube and I had to get them out. It was actually a little funny, basically being bent in half with their head sticking out and feet pointing up. They weren't in any danger or anything, being in the shallow end, but nonetheless couldn't get up. I just put my hands on his bare butt and pushed and they popped right out. I also didn't see the hung guy that day, so I figured he was busy elsewhere. Going home that day, however, for a thrill I decided to masturbate in the living room. Squirming around on the couch nude, I had two quick orgasms before running up and jumping in the shower. That night I did it twice again. Total? 5 cums.

The next day was a little different at work. Again, no hung guy, but I did see someone, a younger teen, get out of the water with an obvious erection. They usually frown on that kind of thing, but it wasn't too busy and I guess he really wasn't noticed by anyone. Well, anyone except me. He came back from the bathroom about 5 minutes later soft and floppy. If I had to guess, he snuck into a stall and masturbated. Perhaps his parents had told him to go take care of it? Just the thought of being encouraged to masturbate got my juices flowing yet again. Like Monday, come 2:00 I slipped into the showers and rubbed out another quick orgasm. Finished and kind of tired, I sat on one of the benches with my head back and eyes closed. I actually could have taken a nap, but I heard the door open and a girl in her 20's came around the corner. I was a little startled, and she apologized, not thinking anyone would be there. Turns out, she is a weekend lifeguard and was coming in for a swim as employees can use the pool for free. It's basically why she took the job. As we chatted she stripped off her clothes and soon we were both standing and talking in just our flip flops. After a minute or two I wanted to ask her a 'personal' question. "After working and seeing everyone naked like this, do you ever have to..." "Have to...what?" "You know...masturbate...?" She kind of giggled. "Well, at first, yeah. You do get used to it after a while, but yeah, I've needed to masturbate my fair share of times." It was pretty relieving hearing that, knowing I'm not a pervert. "Also, I wanted to ask...have you ever seen a guy walking around here, late teens, nice build, dark hair...massive penis..." Her eyes lit up. "Oh yeah, he's been here off and on with his parents for a few years. Even younger he was always big. His girlfriend must be veeeery happy," she joked."Is he one you've taken care of business to?" "Mmhmm, have you yet?" I smiled and nodded. "Yeah...I have." We both laughed and I said I would let her get to her swim, shaking hands and she walked out. 

The rest of the week was pretty much the same as the first few days, and I still hadn't gotten completely used to all of the nudity yet. During a normal week, I might have masturbated 4 or 5 times. This week, however? Keeping a tally, I came...*drumroll*...29 times. Twenty. Nine. Times. In a 5 day period. I could not keep my hands off of myself, and I'm surprised my vagina wasn't smoking by the weekend. Over the period of the summer, though, my frequency did slow down...a little. By August I was still averaging around 3 times a day. Also, like the girl I met, a handful of times I did go back off-duty just for a swim. I had never gone skinny dipping before this, but it was strangely relaxing, not having a wet suit wrapped around you. 

After I went back to school, I did have to give up my hours, obviously, but they wanted to keep me on for weekends. I agreed, and the two of us shared duties some days, as the pool was more active on weekends, hence the two lifeguards. I'm also not ashamed to admit that, with in addition to my normal masturbation, a couple times the two of us did it together in that shower. Also, once I turned 18 I bought myself a proper dildo. One as big as I imagined him to be.