Pine Ridge CC (LeaT, flagrans_femina, and guests)

[LeaT]

Lea Thomas stretched her long legs as she balanced on the perch of her lifeguard chair nearing the end of her shift. It was nearing the end of her first week with Pine Ridge and she considered herself a very lucky girl. The wages were well above the burger joints most of her friends worked as they made their way through school and life. It was really fairly easy work, it wasn't like these rich folks couldn't swim or anything. Sure a few of them got a little grabby and they didn't exactly see her as an authority figure despite her whistle. She was learning the flow of the place and she had to admit that Mrs. Simpson kept a pretty good eye out for her this first week.

Clare Simpson was more than just a member, she had been the head of the personnel committee that had hired her and while she was busy with three active children, she seemed to run the Country Club as if it were her favorite hobby. It seemed like very few details of her job didn't fall under Mrs. Simpson's watchful eye. Even her two piece swim suits, which seemed just a tad skimpy for lifeguard work, had been selected by her. They were an assortment to help keep her tan lines minimal from the many hours in the sun. They were great to look at though she wondered if she ever did have to rescue someone if she might not have a wardrobe malfunction.

She had emphasized the very strict rule about staff fraternizing with the members. It was part of what had Lea keeping a rather frosty reception to even the genuinely friendly members. She was polite, but was careful not to give even the slightest interest in any of the members or their older, sexually obsessed sons. She figured these one percenters didn't want some middle class bimbo trying to date her way up the social ladder. It was a bit elitist but she wasn't about to argue. Lea had the definite impression that Mrs. Simpson was not one to accept anything but absolute obedience to the rules.

As things were winding down, Lea thought she would likely have the showers to herself. She was the only female employee left this evening and the staff locker room would be all hers. She looked forward to washing the smell of sunscreen and chlorine from her tired body. As the minutes finally ticked away she slid easily down off the high guard chair and went about closing and securing the pool. She said good night to the bartender who still had a few hours left to go then headed downstairs to a nice warm shower before heading home.

 

[flagrans_femina]

Clare Simpson was a thirty one year old pillar of the community. The daughter of a CEO, she had found herself at nineteen married to a friend of her father, binding two of the richest families in the area together as tightly as any corporate merger. Quickly pregnant, Clare birthed a son and two daughters in quick succession. Assisted by the help of nannies and other professionals and products money can get, Clare had become a wonderful mother and social scion.

What Clare had missed was her true college experiences. She had graduated, and all would say she was intelligent as well as beautiful, but to Clare, she had missed out on so much of youth at having to marry so young to someone so much older. Developmentally, in some parts of her life, Clare was stuck at twenty.

Fortunately, her father and husband had collaborated to give her a useful occupation by way of an ostentatious country club. Clare was given the secondary pool, sauna and gym complex. She had turned these into temples of health and celebrated the youth and beauty Clare adored. The younger MILFs could find daycare, the younger men who could chase those MILFs followed and the teens found good hangout away from their overbearing parent's generation.

On this evening, while the nanny watched the kids at home, Clare was completing a run in the gym and had begun stripping down and donning a towel in the shower room. She was looking at herself in a full length mirror when she heard another person in the locker room. Bending her head down a bank of lockers, Clare caught the eye of Lea. Waving and smiling, Clare was pleased to see Lea was living up to her hopes of a beautiful, yet hard working member of the staff. And she was wearing that ridiculous eye candy outfit Clare had picked out.

"hey Lea! I guess it's closing time already. Thanks so much for looking after the pool. Big plans for your evening? Guess they won't include this old lady habit of looking in a body mirror counting imperfections."

 

[LeaT]

Lea was surprised by Clare's appearance in the shower room, she had assumed she would use the member's facilities which were much nicer. She did however greet her with a smile which was genuine, she liked Clare and admired her quite a bit. Her eyes met the older woman's in the mirror's reflection. Almost reflexively her gaze lowered, following the older woman's towel draped curves in an envious tour of her full breasts and wide hips. The younger brunette felt like a twig next the voluptous blonde mother of three.

"I can't imagine you have to count very high." Lea replied, almost laughing. "I would kill for a body like yours." As her eyes raised to meet Clare's in the mirror her look turned to one of near horror. "Oh God I'm sorry, I know it isn't my place to say something like that." Lea was mortified to think what Mrs. Simpson might think of her comment. She had been wanting to be complimentary and it was sincere, she saw the way men and boys looked at the hot MILF. Of course she got many of the same stares but she didn't see them as she walked by, at least not usually.

"I should go take my shower, it's late and I'm sorry." She said as she turned towards her locker, stripping her top off as she grabbed her own towel. Though she thought she should probably cover herself, she didn't want to have her nice clean towel against her dirty body so she left herself exposed as she slipped out of her bottoms and headed towards the still communal showers of the employee locker room. The array of skimpy suits provided by the club had required a thorough waxing so the young lifeguard was as bare as the day she was born as she turned the warm water on, testing the temperature as she waited for it to warm. She shivered at the first cold spray, her small nipples hardening to sharp points at the tips of her pert young breasts.

 

[flagrans_femina]

Clare half smiled each time she caught Lea's eye in the mirror. It was very affirming to be admired by the younger woman. Clare licked her lips subconsciously as she contemplated the potential for seduction.
Clare had long ago embraced a desire for other beautiful women that she discreetly entertained. But Lea was the most wonderful of such a pleasure. Young, beautiful, but obviously with no deep sexual history. Such a sweet taste for Clare's tongue.
Following Lea into the shower area, Clare chose one close, but not obscenely close to the young lithe Lea. Gently lathering, Clare hummed a tuneless song while catching Lea's eye from time to time. Suddenly giggling, Clare said "this likely sounds a cheesy line, but would you like to have your back lathered? I would be honoured to make my hard working life guard feel clean and relaxed."

 

[LeaT]

Lea was barely into her shower when Mrs. Simpson walked passed her to one of the nearby nozzles. She couldn't help but think about how silly it was that the gorgeous blonde thought she had any imperfections. Lea's eyes followed her as she walked past, she had such a seductive walk and her broader hips were just one more thing to make Lea jealous. If anything Lea felt she was a bit too skinny and she wondered how Mrs. Simpson pulled off being so curvy yet in such obvious great shape. On top of her great body, Mrs. Simpson just seemed to have it all together. Family, money, looks, it was like a fantasy world for the young college girl.

She made a point of looking away once the older woman turned and began her shower but she was just too tempted to peak at her a few times. While she tried to be discreet, their eyes met more than once and she was obviously caught. It didn't really dawn on Lea that Mrs. Simpson must have been looking at her as well. She was surprised to hear her mature boss suddenly giggle like a school girl. Lea giggled a bit as well but then their shared laugh turned into something else entirely.

Lea was suddenly self conscious as she stood their naked and wet, the shower spray rinsing the white soap down the front of her tanned body. It was then that she gave up on stolen glances and simply let her eyes follow every curve of Mrs. Simpson from her own eyes all the way down to the wet floor. Her mind was going a mile a minute but when it came right down to it she said without saying. "Sure." Not fully certain of what might become of what she just agreed to, Lea turned and gathered up her long dark hair and pulled it over her front, baring her back to the approaching woman. Lea turned her head back to get a look at her approach, still in awe of the powerful sexuality that seemed to emanate from the wealthy woman who really wasn't all that much older than her but seemed so much more mature and elegant.