An Afternoon Dip

One summer, a family friend got me a job at a golf course in the pro shop.

It was a boring, very easy job but it gave me a little money in my pocket while on break from college. After being trained and meeting all the regulars, I settled in. Mostly your normal golf crowd, a couple hot guys here and there, almost all pretty nice. I wasn't exactly there to cruise for hookups so initially I wasn't thinking about much but getting in and getting out. One regular ended up standing out, though.

Chris. A handsome guy, longish brown hair, somehow had a 5 o'clock shadow all the time, nice and friendly but confident and direct. He was in really good shape. Not rock hard but built solid with a flat stomach. Around 6'4". He had broader shoulders and was generally a beefier guy than me. He was kind of my type, to be clear. Turns out he played sports through college and kept himself pretty active after that. He had sold a start-up or part of a start-up or however the hell that works so he was semi-retired in his 40s and could spend a lot of time taking care of himself.

I wore very form fitting clothes, somewhat short shorts. Definitely shorter and tighter than the other golf course employees but not so much to draw attention from anyone, well...almost anyone. It shows off my tight, in-shape body with long, thin legs, flat stomach, tiny waist, and perky butt. I often shave what little body hair I have outside of my mop of blonde hair on my head and my eyebrows. You could describe me as twinkish in appearance and I love the feeling of being smooth and really leaning into it.

I saw Chris basically every week, at least once but often two or three times. We began to build rapport, to say the least. My radar was beginning to go off pretty convincingly. One day, Chris needed some random piece of equipment that we had behind the register on a shelf. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my backside so I really made a show of stretching out as I reached for it and popping my ass out. I just couldn't help myself. I noticed when I did this that Chris made a little noise, kind of a hum or grunt, maybe of appreciation? It seemed like he may not have even realized he did it. My back still turned to him, Chris suddenly asked if my legs are shaved. I was taken aback a little but I felt some butterflies in my stomach flutter. I got the feeling he was making his move or at least testing the waters.

Turning around slowly and coyly, I leaned back on the counter, laughed, and responded, "Yes, I shave my legs...among other parts of my body." I tossed my hair back like a model as I said it. Chris laughed, not judgmentally, but with amusement and I notice glimmer in his eye.

For the next several weeks, when Chris came in, I noticed at least a little of that glimmer in his eye. He was asking slightly more personal questions about what I do outside of work and I felt our chemistry had ramped up a bit. He asked how I kept in shape and used whether I golf or not as a pretext for the question but I got the feeling he had other motives. I told him I occasionally golfed with my family but it wasn't really my thing. I was a bigger fan of hiking and swimming, things like that. Chris asked if swimming was why I shaved my legs. I joked and responded sarcastically, "Uhh..yeah..at least that's what I tell people." Chris laughed and went off to start his round. I couldn't help but feel we were building towards something. Usually I had a pretty good sense of these things. Turns out my sense was spot on.

One day, Chris came in looking around, almost like he's making sure the coast is clear. It soon became apparent why.

"It's gonna be a scorcher tomorrow, huh."

"Yeah, looks like the rest of the week. I am definitely NOT looking forward to it. Even though I do get to spend most my time in here, in the AC."

"Well, I've got a nice, big, pool all to my self. If you're interested, I'd be happy to have you over when you get off work at some point. Take a swim, cool down." He said this with full confidence as if he knew what my answer was going to be.

Still a little surprised but certainly not shocked, and very interested, I reply, smiling shyly with an almost squeaky voice, "Yeah, uhh, sounds great. I'm working Thursday, that would be really nice."

Chris smiled. "Great. Ok then, bring your suit to work and come right over when you're done. And probably best not to mention this to anyone, you know?", he said with a friendly, and slightly mischievous smile.

I shook my head and looked up and away and jokingly replied, "Of course not, don't want anyone crashing the party now, do we?"

Chris laughed, cocked his head, raised his eyebrows and said, "No. We do not want that. I'll see you Thursday. I'm looking forward to it."

I replied softly, "Me too."

We smiled at each other and said bye as he headed out to play his round.

I had the next day, Wednesday, off and it was torture. Felt like such a long day. I used the time to shave my body as comprehensively as I ever have, since he made a point of commenting on my shaved legs. I don't think I had a speck of hair below my neck. I got out my skimpiest swim thong. Let's be real, it was a piece of lingerie that you could swim in.

I double checked my body and shaved my face totally smooth when I woke up on Thursday. I headed out to work with that wonderful feeling of nervousness and anticipation when you're almost 100% certain you'll be having hot sex later that day. The day crawled by, no sign of Chris. I was relieved as I'm not sure how I would have reacted. I changed into my thong in the locker room, putting my work clothes back on over it and headed out to Chris's place. Pulling up to his house, down a very long driveway in exclusive neighborhood not far from the course, I was blown away by everything. It was beautiful, clean, lush, and large.

Chris answered the door, wearing a robe and gave me a warm smile. "So glad you could make it". "How could I turn down such an appealing offer in heat like this", I said with a grin, pretending like this was really about swimming. Chris laughed. We made pleasantries as I looked around in awe. I complemented his impressive, beautiful house. It's huge and bright inside, much like the outside. Lots of natural light, a lot of white. Big kitchen as part of open floor plan on first floor with huge living room and dining area. Multiple glass doors looking out toward a huge back yard with a large patio, swimming pool, and a big, open lawn area beyond that. Beautiful garden beds surround the whole thing. Beyond that there's a large wooded area. Complete and utter privacy. There's also a pool house with an outdoor shower and on the patio is a large wooden gazebo with a some chairs, a small table, and a day bed.

"So, you want to change into your suit, take a dip?"

"I'd love to. I've been looking forward to getting wet all day," I replied with a slight grin. I may have been spreading it on a little thick, but it felt really good to be flirting like we were.

Chris grinned and said, "I had a feeling you would be. The bathroom's right off hallway there. Take your time."

Of course, I didn't need to get changed but I wanted to make sure my "suit" was on just perfectly, no matter how long I actually ended up wearing it.

I felt deliciously exposed as I emerged into the kitchen. My thin, completely smooth body with just a little bit of fabric cupping my cock and balls, barely, as I already had the slightest bit of an erection. Not enough for Chris to notice, I don't think, but enough for me to feel like I'm beginning to fill out my thong just a little bit more than normal. Not that I care, at this point. I was pretty sure we were past the point of no return. The other fabric on the suit is just a thin strip to hold it up at my waist and the bit going down my backside that sits firmly and tightly between my well-formed ass cheeks.

Chris was very obviously turned on. He wore a pleased smile on his lips and that glint in his eye was as pronounced as it ever had been. He made the same grunt of appreciation he had at the golf course when he had noticed my shaved body. Chris raised an arm and opened his hand towards the door outside as a gesture for me to go ahead of him. "Shall we?" he asked, although he wasn't asking.

I walked towards the door and we make eye contact, a knowing look exchanged between us. As I passed him, Chris lets his arm drop and his other hand came up and lightly touched my lower back, guiding me gently and sensually out. I felt electricity course through my body with his touch. My cock jumped a little, I felt my tight little hole flex, and I became very aware of the fabric rubbing in between my cheeks as I strutted my way into the back yard. I tried to make my gait as sexy as possible without overdoing it. I loved that I was practically naked while Chris was still largely clothed. It accentuated the power dynamic between us, which started with me as low-level employee and him as a very important, confident customer at the golf club. We hadn't spelled it out but it felt pretty obvious it would continue with him being the more dominant one and me being the submissive.

As we stepped into the hot sun, Chris finally disrobed. I turned and appreciated his strong, tanned body with just the right amount of dark hair on it. He was shining in the sun from the slightest bit of sweat that had already built up and my eyes tracked down towards his crotch, where, like me, his cock and balls were barely held in by his bathing suit, a slightly more robust speedo as opposed to my tiny thong. I appreciated the size of his bulge and wondered if he was also slightly engorged or if he had yet to spring to life. Either way, I had a feeling I was in for a fun time.

Chris clearly noticed me checking him out and as I looked back up his body toward his face and we made eye contact, I smiled and blushed.

Chris called me out and laughed, "All right, enough ogling, let's get in the water. I'm steaming."

Still blushing, I replied jokingly, "Ok, if I have to."

With that, I walked down the stone steps and into the cool, crisp water of the most perfect pool I had ever been in. I turned around and let my body sink into the water up to my neck. Chris walked in after me and immediately dove in completely. He emerged with a flourish and I practically drooled as I watched him throw his hair back and wipe the water from his face like he was on the cover of a romance novel, his wet body glistening.

We swam for a minute or two but we were both out of patience. We kept stealing glances at each other before Chris began to walk toward me. I was resting my elbows on the edge of the pool, facing the water in a way that showed off my lithe form.

As Chris reached me, I opened my mouth as if to say something but nothing came out and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Chris just smiled and didn't give me the chance to come up with an attempt at a smooth line. He put both arms on either side of mine and leaned in.

Sparks flied as we finally kissed.

It started tender and calm. His full lips on mine. We both moaned approval and appreciated the feeling of release. After a minute, I felt Chris's mouth open and his tongue seeking access through my lips. I obliged and let him in. The delicious feeling of him penetrating me for the first time, even if it was just a simple French kiss was incredible.

As we began to kiss harder, Chris moved his hands to my body and pulled me toward him. I threw my hands around his shoulders. Chris began to explore. I realized I was making little higher pitched moaning noises as we made out. I could feel his hands enjoying my smooth, thin body going from my waist, down my hips, to my thighs and hamstrings, and finally toward their ultimate prize, my pert butt cheeks. As my ass was enveloped by Chris's large hands, I felt him grunt in approval into my mouth and he began to kiss me even harder. At the same time, my hands were appreciating the well developed muscles in his shoulders and back as I held on to him, angled my face up slightly due to the height difference, and matched his intensity with my mouth.

Chris broke the kiss first, his hands still rubbing my backside with appreciation.

"Wow, you weren't kidding about shaving everywhere, huh."

"Nope," I replied. I bit my lip subconsciously in an almost comical "sexy" look.

Chris looked back at me thoughtfully and said, "Why don't we go sit in the shade for a bit."

He grabbed my hand and led me toward the stairs out of the pool and I obediently and happily followed behind him. We quickly toweled off.

Chris continued to pull me behind him until we reached the shade of the gazebo. He let go of my hand and laid back on the day bed, patting the space next to him as he settled in among the pillows that held his upper torso up slightly. I noticed the bulge in his speedo had increased substantially to the point that it was barely containing what it held. I felt my own dick twitch and asshole wink as I thought about the package I was almost certainly about to unwrap.

I settled onto the day bed next to Chris. I placed my right arm across his stomach and held my self up with my left one, allowing him to wrap my waist with his right arm before leaning in to kiss him as he stayed laid back on the pillows. I explored his chest and stomach while he continued his exploration of my body. I couldn't hold back anymore and made my way down his treasure trail, popping the fabric off his dick and grabbing hold of my prize.

We pulled away from each other and laughed when I did this.

"Finally!", Chris joked.

"I know, I've been fantasizing about this for a long time."

Chris's cock was already nearing full mast as I began to confidently and rhythmically give him a handjob. His dick was thick and uncut with what I guessed would end up being about 7 inches of length. Perfect. He was well manicured with just a patch of trimmed but not shaven pubic hair in a patch above his dick.

While I stroked the sheath of his skin up and down his shaft, I leaned back in to kiss Chris, who occasionally released a moan. At the same time, I shifted my body to give him full access to my ass. Chris took the hint and I felt his strong hand on my cheek before I felt the string of my thong being manipulated out of the way and hooked around the outside my cheek. With that, I felt a finger push its way in between the two globes of my smooth, perky ass and make contact with my hole.

Electricity coursed through my body and I began to jerk Chris off with increased vigor. Not too hard, I certainly didn't want him to bust a nut, not yet anyway, not even close. But it definitely sent a message that I was in full approval of this ass play. Chris began to gyrate lightly and our kissing reached its most intense point yet.

I could feel one of Chris's fingers firmly plugging my hole, lightly manipulating it, and testing the flexibility of it with gentle but purposeful movements. I was just thinking about the fact that he would only be able to do so much without lube when Chris removed his hand from my backside and used his free hand to stop me from jerking him off. Our kissing slowed and I pulled away to await instruction.

Chris simply said, "Hands and knees."

"Yes, sir," I replied back.

Chris clearly liked this and grunted approval as I pulled away from him and hopped into doggy position, the thong string still to the side, allowing my ass to splay open fully and letting the air hit my smooth, tight hole. Something told me it wouldn't stay so tight for too much longer.

I held my body in as sexy a pose as I could, arching my back, stretching out, and leaning down on my elbows, holding my ass up.

Chris jumped off the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward the edge so my knees were close to the edge and my shins and feet stuck out. I looked over to see Chris reaching for something, which became clear was a tube of lube. He rubbed my lower back and then moved down, manipulated my ass cheeks, moved them around, appreciating the feeling of my skin, and then making sure the thong string was securely out of the way. He gave my ass a light smack, which elicited a high pitched moan from me.

"God, your ass is so nice. Now, THIS is what I'VE been looking forward to."

I looked back at him, appreciating the look of lust he held and gave him my best fuck me eyes. I noticed he had shed his suit, leaving his beautiful body fully naked with his hard cock sticking straight out.

Chris did not meet my gaze but instead stayed focused on my backside. He popped the cap off the lube and drizzled some onto my hole. I could feel the drops direct hit and then I felt his finger plug me and push forward lightly.

I moaned and looked forward again, slightly throwing my head back as I focused my attention towards my ass and its many nerve endings. I didn't really have a choice.

I gave Chris access inside me with a light push. Chris's finger popped in and, because it was just one digit and I was riled all the way up, it sank in completely.

I gasped. Chris said, "Oh, nice."

Right away he began to slide his finger in and out, moving it around to stretch my ring out and feel out what was now his domain.

I settled in to getting fingered. I began breathing heavier and moaning when Chris hit a more sensitize area, which Chris took note of and made a point to hit with regularity, stroking my prostate from time to time and generally keeping my buzz going while he kept working.

He added a second finger and I appreciated the increased stretch. Chris really began sawing away at my hole and I felt myself relax and enjoy the ride. I was moaning more and more and found myself pushing back, swiveling my hips, and building up quite a bit of sweat in the heat, despite the shade and the slight breeze that was drifting across the wide open yard in which we engaged in our carnal act.

Chris pulled both fingers out of my hole and gave my ass another light smack.

"Mmm, you ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, please," I replied looking back at him with a look of faux sheepish submission.

"Yeah, you love dick, huh? I had a feeling the first time I met you that you'd be taking this pipe," Chris confidently said with a matter of fact smile.

"I fucking love taking big dicks. You were right about that."

The moment I finished my statement, I felt Chris's bulbous cock head take its rightful place at the entrance to my ass, plugging my slightly dilated hole, which was aching for a proper stretch. A couple drops of lube splashed onto the area where dick met hole and I felt the pressure build as Chris leaned forward.

I allowed myself to open up and in response to him pushing toward me, I pushed back.

I felt Chris's cock pop inside my me, stretching my hole out and sinking slickly an inch or so inside me.

I yelped and exclaimed, " Oh, fuck yeah!"

Chris stroked my ass while I moaned in appreciation.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Oh yes, sir, it feels so good."

"Mmm...I'm sure it does."

Chris sank another inch in, pulled out and sank a couple more in and on an on until I had his cock fully buried inside me and I was panting heavily.

I moaned heavily or yelped every time he sank deeper. When I felt his hips pressed up against my ass cheeks, my senses felt heightened, as I appreciated the sensation of him deep in my guts. I could feel every breeze tickling my skin and looked across the wide open lawn that we were next to, realizing how exposed I was here, only covered by the roof of the gazebo but open on all sides. On my hands and knees with a man's cock deep inside me as I happily gave him access.

Chris pulled almost all the way out and sank back in with one smooth, strong but not rough thrust forward. I moaned, closed my eyes, and threw my head back.

"Oh, fuck yeah, here we go," Chris said with a growl.