Boner-roo Beach - One Lucky Bastard

Summer wore on at Bonnaroo Beach, and absolutely filthy thoughts of Sophia continued to dominate most of my daily brain capacity - and that of most of the other guards as well. The only one who continued to seem unfazed was our head lifeguard, Hank, who just laughed and shook his head whenever he overheard our slack-jawed commentary on the communal fixation that was Sophia.

One by one, my friends all fell short in the "Sophia challenge" until one day, 6 weeks into the summer, only one guard had not yet sprung a Sophia-induced hard-on within sight of another member of the beach patrol: Bryant, a fellow veteran lifeguard who was in a committed long-term relationship and made a valiant effort to keep his eyes exclusively on the ocean.

That is, until now.

"Hey man," Nate (my best friend since childhood) consoled Bryant in a faux-saccharine tone. "You're only human. I'm sure Amanda would be reassured to know all is in working order down there."

Nathan giggled as Bryant gave him a good-natured shove. "My fiancee is well aware, you little shit,* he growled, "as I've demonstrated nearly every night this week. When's the last time someone other than your own hand got your proof of your clean bill of health?*

Nate dropped his shoulders and pulled his face into a self-deprecating grimace. "Touche," he sighed dramatically. "Touche."

Bryant chuckled and nudged him toward the beach wagon. "Finish collecting the gear, and try not to get distracted." He gave Nate what was supposed to be an intimidating side-eye but instead came off suffused with Bryant's signature warmth.

"Aye, aye, captain!* Nathan emphatically saluted back before reconsidering. "Co-captain? Captain-in-waiting? Vice Captain?"

Bryant just sighed in mock annoyance and went back to puliing the swim zone flags out of the sand, doing his damnedest to keep his eyes above waist-level.

Because moments earlier, looking down had been his undoing. Sprawled out there on her back in all her gleaming golden glory, was Sophia, napping in the sun, luscious tits nearly spilling out the top of her cobalt blue balconette bikini and mermaid waves fanned out under her hat, with one elegant hand draped across the soft curves of her belly, fingers toying suggestively with the waistband of her low-slung bottoms. Even in her sleep this woman radiated sex.

Bryant, Nate, and I had been on cleanup duty, and it had been only seconds after entering Sophia's vicinity that Bryant's eyes innocently drifted across her blanket and then doubled back in the most comically exaggerated cartoon-style double-take I'd ever witnessed. I'd been quietly laughing to myself when Nate whispered, "JJ," to get my attention and smirked in the direct of Bryant's crotch, which was indeed visibly swelling the longer he eyed Sophia.

Nathan broke Bryant's reverie by loudly announcing, "And that, my friends, marks the end of the summer challenge!"

Thankfully, despite the raucous laughter from the guard tent, Sophia didn't stir under her hat, and Bryant accepted Nate's subsequent 45 minutes of ribbing with grace.

For my part, as the beach cleared out and her eyes remained covered by the brim of her hat, I unabashedly took advantage of the opportunity to feast my eyes on the delectable spread of womanhood before me - at least until Hank caught me and snapped his fingers twice to get my attention. "Move it along, Jesse," he admonished. But even though I couldn't see his eyes behind his polarized shades, I had a feeling there was a knowing gleam in them.

As Bryant had proven this afternoon, no one was immune to Sophia's charms. No one.

--

The next morning, I was on setup duty with Hank and arrived bright and early to help him unload our gear from the shed and bring it down to the beach. It was a clear, brilliant morning, and already growing hot under a cloudless sky.

Hank and I made quick work of the setup and settled into the south chair for the first shift. It was early enough that the beach was still relatively empty, only those families within walking distance beginning to arrive. Naturally, Sophia's was one of them.

Her empty chair with oversized hat draped over the arm caught my eye, and I glanced up and down the shoreline to see if I could find her. My search was coming up empty, until I heard a gleeful shriek and Sophia's kids came bounding out of the water to our right, splashing in every direction as they chased each other back to their blanket with slimy strands of seaweed hanging from their fists.

A few steps behind the chaos, Sophia emerged from the waves like a vision, unbothered, sunlight glinting off her long shapely legs and delicate ankles with every step through the gentle knee-high water.

Today she'd donned another of those inexplicably titillating cut-out one-pieces, in a swirling pattern of teals and blues that made her blue eyes pop. Droplets of water swooped down the slope of her curves, sparkling like sequins whenever one caught the morning rays just right.

Mesmerizing, unreal - like an impossibly perfect Bond girl out of an old Hollywood movie. And yet, here she was.

She strolled unhurriedly towards the shoreline, reaching over her shoulders for her long, dripping wet hair. She gathered her locks in her hands and squeezed the excess water out, sending a shimmer cascading down her back and over that gloriously round ass.

I swallowed dryly, my dick already jumping to attention.

As she turned to our left and started walking towards our chair to return to her blanket, she flexed her hands around her mound of hair once more, drawing my attention to the generous (thank you Lord baby Jesus!) gaps in the sides of her swimsuit exposing a glorious helping of side-boob which bounced invitingly as she wrung her hair and shook it out, raking her fingers through her crown.

What I wouldn't give to have those fingers raking across *my* scalp as she took her pleasure on my throbbing cock. Fuckkkkk, yes.

Hank, I noticed, had gone unnaturally still beside me. "Hell of a view, huh?" I croaked, clearing my throat.

Hank shifted in his seat in a mostly futile effort to disguise whatever was going on in his lap. He groaned deep in his throat, taking off his baseball cap with one hand and nervously shoving his fingers through his thick dark hair with the other. He slid the cap back on as he mumbled under his breath to me, "I swear to God this woman's only goal in life is to make me pop wood in front of my wife."

Like most days, Hank's wife was laid out on a blanket a little behind him and down the beach. But with Sophia now coming level with the guard chair, he didn't even spare his wife a glance.

No, our eyes were glued to one thing, and one thing only: Sophia.

As she crossed directly in front of us, she dropped her arms, and gave us a quick smile and nod, licking the salt water from her lips.

It clicked in that moment, as her eyes skimmed across our sunglasses, that she must have realized we had been ogling her and that the quiet commentary we'd traded upon her approach was about her. Shit!

Any remaining blood drained from my head in a panic as I frantically racked my brain for ideas of how to smooth the awkwardness over. Luckily, Hank came to our rescue.

He cleared his throat audibly then called out, "Hi, Sophia," pairing the greeting with a winning smile. His straight, white teeth glowed against his deep tan and he leaned back, casually draping a well-muscled tattooed arm over the back of the chair. That old dog! I didn't know he still had it in him. Not gonna lie, I was definitely taking notes.

Sophia held her friendly but enigmatic smile and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly with a playful acknowledgement of Hank's courage in addressing her directly - especially when we had so clearly both been thinking about doing unspeakable things to her only a nanosecond before.

I could have sworn I saw her pupils dilate as she made eye contact with Hank.

But then Sophia turned her head back in the direction of her kids and strode up the beach like an aegean goddess. She did not acknowledge either me or Hank the rest of the day.

--

Later that week, I had an early afternoon shift doing equipment maintenance while Nate, Bryant, and some of the junior guards manned the chairs, and Hank took a late lunch break.

Though I usually despised anything that took me away from Boner-roo's illicit view during beach hours, today Sophia's kids were on the beach with a grandparent and she was nowhere to be found.

Wondering what Sophia was up to, I took out the electric blower in preparation to clear sand from the beach path, but when I clicked the power switch into the on position, I was met with a momentary whir followed by the distinctive sound of a fan slowing to off. A quick check of the battery gauge confirmed my suspicions: out of juice.

Sophia's husband had offered to let us utilize the outdoor outlets in their driveway to charge the electric equipment, something we would otherwise have had to drag it home to do. But when I plugged it in, the indicator light didn't turn on. Crap.

Then I remembered that Bryant had mentioned once that there was a light switch in the garage that needed to be on in order for the outdoor outlets to work. Hmm, maybe if I rang the doorbell Sophia would answer. In a towel. Moist and steaming.

I wish! Laughing off my ridiculous fantasies, I rounded the corner of the garage in search of the front door.

Before I got around to the other side of the house though, a quick muffled yelp echoed off the pavement, and I realized there was a side door to the garage that was slightly ajar.

Worried about their dog getting out I altered my trajectory to swing by the door and close it, but as my hand closed around the doorknob, movement beyond the crack in the doorway caught my eye.

And then I heard the unforgettable sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

And Hank's voice, ragged with effort, spitting out between breaths, "That's it, baby. You were made to take this cock, weren't you? Your husband doesn't fuck you like this, does he?"

Another quiet yelp between the rhythmic slapping, and then Hank moans, "That's it, keep taking it. Nice and deep. This what you wanted? I'll fuck you real good, baby. You won't be able to walk by the time I'm done with this pussy."

Before I can even begin to make sense of what I think I'm hearing, the clapping of skin against skin intensifies and a pleasure-laden squeak pierces the air. "Shhh, shhh. You want to be pounded with this cock you gotta take it quietly." A desperate, but restrained, female moan sounded in reply, to which the slapping once again increased and Hank growled, "Fuck, yes. Good girl. I'll give you what you want, baby."

My mind racing and my dick throbbing in my pants, I inched silently toward the door to satisfy my horny curiosity.

And my heart nearly jumped through my throat as I found Sophia bent over the hood of her $80,000 car with Hank - one hand gripping the dizzying curve of her hip, the other shoving two fingers into her mouth in an attempt to muffle her mounting screams - railing into her from behind, his tattooed arms and chest pulled taut and glinting with sweat.

With each thrust, Sophia's breasts - pert dusty pink nipples on full display as Hank bent her head back with the fingers in her mouth and lifted her chest from the gleaming metal - bounced and popped, Hank's punishing pace keeping them in constant, breathtaking motion.

Distracted as I was wishing I could run my tongue over those tantalizing little buds, it took me a moment to realize that while Hank, the lucky bastard, was clearly lost to ecstacy, his eyes watching as the ripples of his thrusts spread across her ample ass, Sophia was staring directly at the open crack in the door. Directly at ME.

Panic flooding my system, my brain internally screaming "JJ, run!* as my eyes locked with hers, but my traitorous feet froze and like a deer in the headlights, I was helpless to do anything but watch as Sophia's eyes widened in alarm and then rolled back into her head when Hank slid his hand from her hip to reach around and finger her clit as he continued to own her from behind.

Her entire body shook and convulsed with the powerful climax, her teeth involuntary clamping down on his fingers as she screamed, which only seemed to drive Hank into more of a frenzy.

"Fuck, yes, come on my dick. Milk me with that pretty pussy. Squeeze my cock. You fuckin' like that, yeah?"

Judging by Sophia's continuing thrashing and moaning, I felt confident in concluding that yes, she did, indeed, like that.

For my own part, my dick was so hard and swollen and ready to explode, I was shocked it didn't spontaneously combust. Only the fear of Sophia's imminent alert to Hank about my presence kept me contained.

As Sophia came down from her high, Hank still riding her ass with ragged breaths and half-coherent exclamations, I was held immobile by the blue-green of her piercing eyes locked on my own and stood helplessly enthralled by the carnal delight before me.

And much to my surprise, as Hank declared his desire to paint her tongue with his cum, Sophia not only did NOT raise the alarm about my presence, but held my gaze as she bucked him off, swung him around by his tight, narrow, still mindlessly thrusting hips, and sat him on the hood the car where she'd been getting plowed just moments before. With his back now to me, Hank was none the wiser.

She only broke eye contact with me as she took his thick, glistening head into her mouth, and ran her tongue over his hole, watching his reaction as he fell to pieces with her lips wrapped around his cock.

She opened her mouth so he - and I - could watch Hank blow load after load of thick, white cum all over her tongue while she moaned, pulling his balls and egging him on to spill more of his hot seed into her waiting throat.

Once Hank had collapsed backwards onto the car completely spent, she turned her attention back to me, swallowing his cum with obvious pleasure while she stared me down, clearly knowing - and reveling in - the unbearable turmoil she'd put my dick into.

I was so hard and every muscle in my body strung so tight that I could barely breathe.

And then, still locked into my gaze with full knowledge of the power she held over me, Sophia ran her tongue over her lips, lapping up the last drips of cum which splattered on her face as Hank had spewed in and on her beautiful mouth.

And as Hank lay panting and oblivious, and without even laying a solitary finger on my cock, I exploded into my swim trunks as Sophia watched, her expression as smug and satisfied as can be.

(Continued in Part 3...)