The Race

Phil laid a stopwatch on a brown towel at the edge of the pool, then stood and counted silently to himself. He swung his arms back and forth, in time with his count. His eyes strayed to a skinny little girl who could not be more than 18 years old. She was watching him quizzically.

"Three, two, one, go!" he counted silently before diving into the pool and swimming at his very fastest speed. Water splashed in all directions. A wave preceded him down the pool and splashed over the end, as he dove, spun, and kicked off toward the other end. As he reached the far end he reached out and grabbed his stopwatch, pressing the peg on top.

As he looked up, the skinny girl was smiling, still watching him.


Phil laid a stopwatch on a brown towel at the edge of the pool, then stood and counted silently to himself. He swung his arms back and forth, in time with his count. His eyes strayed to a skinny little girl who could not be more than 18 years old. She was watching him quizzically.

"Three, two, one, go!" he counted silently before diving into the pool and swimming at his very fastest speed. Water splashed in all directions. A wave preceded him down the pool and splashed over the end, as he dove, spun, and kicked off toward the other end. As he reached the far end he reached out and grabbed his stopwatch, pressing the peg on top.

As he looked up, the skinny girl was smiling, still watching him. He grimaced in annoyance and turned away from her.

"This is the Hotel Bon Air, not the olympics," her amused voice came from over his shoulder.

"No shit," he growled, looking down at the skinny girl.

"So what are you doing?"

"Trying to qualify for the swim team. This is the only olympic sized pool in town," he said, starting to leave.

"Good luck. I could beat you," she scoffed.

"Yes, of course you can," he said sarcastically

"Oh, I can," she assured him. "Your stroke is too short and fast, you are holding yourself too high out of the water. You kick too hard, wasting more energy than you use. I could beat you by ten full seconds and never be out of breath."

"Would you please go away and stop wasting my time."

"Would you like a second opinion?"

"Sure, go find me another skinny girl and I'll ask her advice on swimming."

"You could ask my coach."

"What coach?" Phil said, out of patience.

"My swim coach, Bob Abrahms," she pointed to an old man in the background. He started to scoff, then looked more closely at the man. He did look like a professional coach.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter. We race and if I beat you, you do anything I say. If you win, we can have sex in any position you want. Deal?"

"Deal," he said, diving into the water. He heard her splash just seconds behind him, but seconds were critical. His lips curled in a smile as he thrashed through the water. He reached the far end, kicked off and started for the opposite side with a new burst of energy. He saw a movement from the corner of his eye and was horrified to see it was the girl, several lengths ahead of him. He did his best, but he was beaten already. He took his time after she reached the end of the pool. She wiped the water from her face and looked down at him with a smile.

"What room?" she asked.

"I... I don't have a room."

"Room twelve," she pointed to the room above the pool, "in ten minutes."

He watched the sway of her skinny ass as she walked away. As he looked around the pool he noticed that he wasn't the only one. Ok, so she was kind of cute, and athletic, in a skinny sort of way, just like a swimmer...

"Lock the door," she said as he stepped into the room. She was butt naked. Her tits were kind of underdeveloped, but that made them even more exciting. He locked the door and strolled confidently toward the bed. She patted the bed beside her. He sat, she rolled over, jerked his swimtrunks down and took his cock in her hand.


She gave him one sultry glance before she took his cock into her mouth and sucked. He stiffened and leaned back. Her mouth was very hot. Her tongue touched here and there all over his sensitive skin. She swirled her tongue over the end of his hardening cock and he moaned.

"Easy," he whispered.

"Too much for you?" she challenged.

"Oh... oh, you want to play that game," he laughed, pushing her back on the bed. She squealed and tried to get away, but he grabbed her by the ankles and held her until she settled down. He turned her, still holding her ankles, until she lay flat on her back.

He pulled her legs open and leaned down, close to her pussy. She held her ass up off the bed so her pussy was at mouth level. He pressed his mouth against her pussy and began fluttering his tongue against her clit. She moaned and gasped as his tongue delved into her sweet little pussy. He sucked her juices from her vagina first, then began tickling her clit.

He loved going down on this small girl. Her pussy was shaved, all but a finger width of light brown hair right up the middle. He sucked on her clit and clamped it between his teeth. She screamed a little and tried to jerk away.