One complaint about living on the Strand was the fog. It rolled in around midnight and stayed until midmorning when the sun's warmth finally burned it off. The fog was a year-around pain in the ass; commuters drove at a snail's pace because visibility was knocked down to twenty feet.
Yet there was no better place to live in Southern California than the Strand. The small, conservative town was clear and tidy and the residents were stylish and athletic. There were no slums or ghettos, the economic picture being decidedly middle class. The Strand had two beautiful golf courses and an Olympic-sized swimming pool where the town's famous swim club practiced. Tourists flocked to the century-old hotel called the Strand, built during the pre-tax years of the Rockefellers and the J.P. Morgans. There were lots of attractions for the newcomers just as there was lots of recreation for the residents. If it weren't for the damn fog, the Strand would be heaven on earth.
Alice Dilly was, perhaps, the only one who didn't complain about the thick blanket of fog that covered the island. It was actually a thrill for her, riding her ten-speed through the hazy mist during the morning. It was a few short blocks from the Dillys' two-story house down to the swimming pool, a distance the girl covered easily in a few short minutes. The fog was a friend; it concealed her early-morning swims from the prying eyes of the community. Alice was up early when the fog was thickest and she coasted to the pool, the swirling white vapor wrapping her in a cool, thick cloud.
She had made her secret journeys to the pool after her sister Darlene had gone off to college. Alice was only a high-school sophomore, but her sister had been very close and when Darlene left, Alice was alone.
"You'll have to come up and see me," read one of Darlene's letters. "There are so many good-looking boys, you'll just flip." Alice had meant to go. She might even have the courage to talk to boys and maybe double date with her sister – if she could find the right man. But Alice had no car, and no friends to go with her. For weeks, Alice held onto her sister's letter like it was her ticket to freedom. But Darlene didn't write again, and the trip was forgotten.
Instead, Alice turned her attention to swimming, the one thing she was good at. And on the Strand that, was no mean achievement. The town had spent $10 million on the pool complex and hired Bert Anderson, a local boy who went onto the Olympics, to coach.
The Strand was a one-sport town and it was a stroke of luck that a shy, awkward girl such as Alice could turn out to be so graceful in the water. She was not as fast as Darlene had been, a fact which irritated her, but she was rapidly improving. The pool was a second home to her.
Alice was shy around boys, but up on the starting blocks, she was brave as a bull. Stretched over, feet planted firmly, ears perked for the starting gun, Alice was the master of herself. The cheering of the crowd was music to her ears; the feeling of approval, of belonging acted as an aphrodisiac. At such times her breasts swelled to the size of grapefruit and her thighs tingled with electricity. A wonderful tension rippled magically between her legs, a jolting sensation that carried her away. It was a rare moment for her. The nylon tank suit stretched over her curing hips and fanny was so tight it felt like a surgeon's glove against her goose-fleshed skin. The designers had made the suit tight to cut down water resistance, but the fabric was ridiculously thin. Alice knew very well how revealing a tank suit was. Her tits jiggled like water balloons and the hard, red nipples jutted out like thumbs.
She wore her suit only at races when it was all right for the people to stare. Let them look, she thought. Because at that instant before the starting gun exploded and she came off the blocks Alice didn't care. She wanted them to! It only made her pulse race faster knowing that one hundred pair of eyes were languishing on her breasts or staring at her cunt!
Alice glued her eyes on the water. But she could feel the crowd's reaction, their passionate examination of her twat mound, the delight they got craning their necks to see the thin, black crack which split her cunt lips in half.
Alice had her first orgasm on the starting blocks. Or rather, what she thought was an orgasm. It happened at the Master's Invitational, in the individual medley event. Her cunt had prickled with a feverish glow and she gasped audibly; she was on fire! She squeezed her thighs until the skin went white, but the pressure did no good and her cunt wiggled spastically filling her womb with unimagined pleasure. Then the gun roared and she hit the water, her twat throbbing as her thighs slapped the placid water. "Aaaaaahhhhh," she groaned, her body churning through the water. Her vagina had shriveled down into a hard, little knot wiggling and throbbing unbearably. Off the block she had comed hitting the water with a plop, sleek, young body undulating through the pool with a dolphin-like fluidness. Later, she was told her winning time was only a second off her sister's club record. And Alice had been ecstatic! She was proud of her winning time especially so since Darlene was at collage and Alice was left alone to battle with her parents. Her father was usually at work in the gas station when swim meets were held. But he'd managed to make this one, sober, too. Alice did not forget the warm cheery smile that her father wore and when he pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek, her ears were ringing. "Well done, baby," the old man had told Alice and she was truly ecstatic. Alice even forgot to feel embarrassed by the swim suit that showed up her nipples. Or at the odd sensation in her chest when her breasts pushed into her father. A good day, a real good day, she thought toweling off the water. The tingling sensation was gone. In the changing room, Alice looked in the mirror and saw nothing had changed. The same blonde hair, the same freckled skin and the same awkward body. The fire in her loins – later Alice would call it an orgasm – had made the world different for her. A part of her life was over and another just beginning. While this change was not reflected outwardly, Alice could feel something new and radiant inside her. Up on the starting block, her glands vibrated with life, her cunt smoldered like a live coal. When she went to bed that night, Alice did not put on her underwear. Instead, she slept naked and over and over as sleep gradually overtook her, Alice relived those precious seconds when the tiny community of Strand watched her every move. Her hands went to her mound to rub the sensitive flesh. Ohhhh! she groaned to herself. It felt good, very good! Better than anything she could remember. She squeezed her thighs against the edge of her palm, rubbing the twin halves of her twat until her juice began to run and her breathing became labored. So good, she told herself, rubbing and hunching her newly awakened cunt. So very gooood!
The bicycle moved silently, only the clickety-click sound of the chain giving any indication of the bicyclist's presence. The fog was unusually thick with a visibility of less than ten feet. It didn't matter; Alice knew the way by heart. The white cloud of fog shrouded her approach. The pool did not open for three hours when the adult swim classes were held. The doors were locked, Alice knew, pedaling to the far end of the complex where she always parked her bicycle.
The pool was cut off by the brick fence except on the far side. An earth mound at the far end made leaping the fence easy. A quick push with the hands, and Alice was over, her feet landing softly on the swim deck.
Her heart pounded with excitement, as it always did when she made her morning swims. Her father was at that moment sleeping off a hangover and her mother was back east visiting her sick mother. Sick, thought Alice remembering the long absences her mother frequently made. Maybe her mother was sick too. Sick in the head. Alice looked at the pool, clear as shimmering glass. The fog descended right down to within a foot of the water. You could look straight at the billowy haze and not see ten feet. Yet stoop down, and you could see all the way across the pool's surface.
The heated pool invited her, the calm, still water ready to bathe her anxious flesh. Alice reached for the zipper on her warm-up suit and felt the dull, numbing attack of fear. She tightened her lips and squinted hard, staring into the fog. Nothing! It was the same every morning.
Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Her numb fingers gripped the metal zipper tab and pulled down in one, even movement. The cold air rushed in to chill her breasts, as Alice removed her warm-up jersey and lay down by the diving board.
You're getting big, she told herself, cupping the soft mounds and fingering the tight, nipple ends. Electricity jumped through her chest. Alice gasped, squelching the cry in her throat. Oh, it was wonderful, God, so wonderful. She flicked the raised nipples back and forth like toggle switches. The pool invited her. Alice stooped down, touched the water and wet her nipples.
Hurry! she told herself. Hurry and take off your pants. The thought of getting caught was terrifying. If someone discovered her swimming nude in the city pool. She hated to think of the consequences. Quickly she tugged at her pants, pulling them off in one motion. Her pulse went lickety-split, as she told herself for the umpteenth time of the stupidity of continuing these morning swims.
You must be sick! she thought, dipping her feet into the water and watching the ripples spread outward. Real sick! She went in up to her knees and wiggled her toes. Shaking spasms clutched at her, a terrible, dreadful sensation that exploded like a vivid nightmare, it was all so beautiful, so unreal. With very little difficulty, Alice could close her eyes and imagine herself on the diving blocks, the crowd roaring its approval, waiting to hit the water. She shook as if in the grip of a fever and the warm glow-returned to her pussy. In, go in, she told herself, slipping lower into the water. Her arms strained to support her weight. The water level reached the top of her thighs, the rising vapor swirling around her cunt. It tingled against her mound, a sensation that was exciting and erotic. She kicked her legs out, performing a slow flutter kick. Her face was lost in the fog, but the rest of her was in plain view. Her tits quivered like Jell-o popped fresh from the mold; her breasts were the most sensitive part of her body, the first to detect pleasure or sense danger, but now they were soft and warm, the nipples erect as thimbles. Alice dropped lower, past her cunt until her bent arms threatened to break. Her nipples touched the water's surface, warm as a sucking mouth and for a moment she found herself dreaming of the swim crowd applauding, of a man's tongue licking and sucking. The longer she held herself, the more intense her fantasies. Oh, it was beautiful. For one delirious moment, she experienced the sublime pleasures of sex and then in a flash, it was over.
Alice dropped into the water with a tiny splash. She kicked her legs, propelling herself forward, then added the armstroke. Her body rippled across the pool like a silk ribbon being pulled through the wind. Her arms came down in a butterfly stroke, the elbows bent, the forearms pushing water like seal flippers and then the plunging violent dolphin kick slapped the water and her body rose in a smooth graceful curve, hung there for a fraction of a second, then slipped back silently under the surface.
The rush of warmth swelled her nipples and teased her cunt. The swirling current created by her strokes splashed down the length of her chest and tight belly, down through the trough of her cunt. It was a jacuzzi effect, only the water jets were controlled by her swimming speed. The faster Alice went, the more sensation attacked her straining muscles. She felt the warm, rushing effect and gasped. For by undulating her hips, water shot up between her rump cheeks; it tickled her asshole, a wonderful feeling, and she swam harder to keep her body constantly stimulated by her own movements.
Lap after lap went by. A quarter-mile and then another and another until Alice could swim no more and grasped the pool gutter gasping for breath. Her toes tingled from lack of oxygen and dosing her eyes, her brain spun like a roulette wheel. Physically exhausted she arched her back and floated out into the water made wavy by her swimming and breathed in the cool, clean air. Alice closed her eyes to the fog and the pool, letting the gentle wave action rock her into a dreamy state.
She wanted to get away from the Strand and go see her sister. Alice worked her fingers down to her mound and gently stroked her twat, working her fingers between the two lips and massaging the soft vaginal flesh within. Rocking back and forth in the pool was almost like fucking. Alice had never gone "all the way" with a boy before. But she would, or rather she would let a boy rub her cunt and push his cock between her thighs. Girls were expected to behave differently, to perform for boys and it made her sick. The thought of taking a boy's dick into her mouth revolted her. Once Alice asked her sister if boys really wanted their cocks sucked by girls and Darlene had laughed. But she never gave a straight answer. Now Alice knew why. Darlene was sucking boys, maybe right now in the morning. Dormitories were coeducational, which made sex very handy, thought Alice. She probed her cunt with two fingers. The heat built up inside her like a furnace. Why didn't Darlene write her again? She would turn down a second invitation; no she most certainly wouldn't!
Alice jammed a finger into her vagina and twisted her hips, humping wildly, feeling the finger twist and turn up inside her cunt. It felt so good! Nerves strained by exertion twitched spastically as she pumped her hole. Alice wanted a man in the worse way. But how? Nobody at school like her. And even if a boy did, what would her father say? Who wanted to date a girl whose father was drunk?
The bastard, Alice thought. It was almost time to leave the pool. But she had one thing left to do. Jamming her cunt, Alice tuck-dived to the bottom of the pool, reaming her hole as she dolphin-kicked. Holding her cunt lips apart, the water flooded into her channel like a giant douche. She kicked and squirmed and hunched until her lungs ached for air. Frantically she worked her cunt hole, going in and out until the frenzied finger fucking paid off. Her vagina squeezed shut, her body jerked forward and Alice screamed a shower of bubbles. She had orgasmed again! The sudden, explosive pain in her crotch became a gentle roar of passion exploding along her nervous system. Her head broke the water's placid surface and her eyes snapped open, wild and filled with tears of happiness. Gently, she rubbed the soft mound that had given her such happiness. Her arms were weak as rubber bands, as the pulled her body up over pool side. There was no time for toweling herself off. She quickly climbed into her warm-up suit and shook what water she could from her hair.
The fog was lifting and she could hear the cars along the highway honking their horns at the mounting traffic. Alice was late again. Every day it seemed she stayed longer at the pool. And Alice was worried. I'd simply die if someone found out, she thought, zipping up her jersey and going up the wall. She jumped, landing softly on the other side and climbed on her bicycle. "I'd just don't know what I'd do."
Several minutes after Alice's departure the door leading to the filtering plant opened and a man emerged. The room housed the pool's two big filtering systems, but the space had been enlarged and a window installed under the water level so coaches could watch the divers and swimmers. The man had been changing the chlorine when Alice made her first nude swim, and the surprise of seeing her in the pool swimming naked had a jolting effect. He watched with disbelief; this couldn't be happening! But it was! Her breasts juggled and her butt thumped up and down and he laughed, telling himself how silly it all was yet his eyes never left her sensuous silhouette.
He cursed her and secretly loved her and not once did Alice ever fail to make him hard. She's only halfway through high school, he groaned, jerking the long, hard length of his cock.
He climbed from the plant and locked the door. He crumpled the towel containing his sperm into a wad and threw it into the trash can. He had come every day Alice had swum. He had had a few sex problems in the past. But he didn't have to worry about impotency anymore. His cock functioned better than ever.
And that was the problem. Alice turned him on. A fourteen-year-old girl made him come. And jacking off was not enough anymore. He needed a woman, needed the warm, soothing feel of cunt flesh squeezing down on his dick.
Oh, man! he thought, rubbing his hands. I just don't know what to do.