It's still early, the team wont arrive for a while, but you're early to set things up. You've removed the lap-lanes from the pool and put in all sorts of inflated creatures, rafts, and some noodles. You've finished and are currently looking at the trophy you've recently won. On the top of the trophy a bronze figure of a female swimmer with her arms in a "V' are raised triumphantly.
Your eyes scan right to the team photo you took earlier this year. The girls are all in a row standing with their hands behind their backs. As you look closer at the picture something odd strikes you about the picture. You find your eyes focusing on the white crotch of their swimsuits. You notice a definition in their suits that you could never previously see. It appears the girls have all removed the layer of lining in their suits. You stare dumbstruck viewing areas of assumed pubic hair and the subtle line of the outer lips of their pussies. You feel your penis swell.
Suddenly you hear voices coming from the corridor that leads to the girl’s locker room. You fly to a lounge chair you set up and lie down with a towel wrapped around you to hide your growing erection. The girls burst in and a number dive right into the pool with gleeful shouts. One girl, Danielle, spies you and runs over. Your brain twists this image into a Bay Watch moment with her breasts bouncing as she bounds towards you. Her long red hair, which usually is capped, flows carelessly in the air.
She reaches you and straddles your chair playfully. You try to keep your eyes on hers, but you scan down and spy her pussy's lips no spreading beneath her gray and white one-piece. "In the pool coach,” she giggles out, "you're not getting out of this party that easily." She turns and moves to the pools edge. "Jump in or we'll throw you in," she says as she looks back. She bends giving you a glorious view of her ass and dives in. She swims to the surface her hair now wet, "It'll be fun."
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