Teaser 2015 07 - Lifeguard Gets Wet

One thing these teasers are doing, is refreshing me with all the outstanding stories I have, LOL.  It's a quick way for me to edit various parts, but not focus on anything in particular, which is sort of what I need right now.  Although I don't necessarily have writer's block on what I am doing with Extenuating Circumstances, What's in a Name, and Lapdancing 06, I still need to distance my thoughts a bit so I can then focus on one of them...and these teasers are giving me that distancing.

This next teaser is one I started a while ago based upon a Literotica forum idea.  It is about a snooty Southern rich girl who is being punished by her well-to-do father and family by not being able to go on the annual summer vacation to The Hamptons.  The story starts out with the father catching his youngest of three daughters making out with a waiter at her debutant party.

Because she wants to grovel with the common folk beneath her family's station, the father decides she will instead have to get a summer job and live like the middle and lower class she seems to fancy.  As such, he sends her off to her former nanny in south Atlanta, to stay with her and find a job and realize how good she has it.

Our protagaonist, Penny, is overjoyed to spend time with her nanny, "Aunt Regina," an elderly large black woman who never took any of her father's shit.  Although the former nanny feels sorry for the young woman, she believe her father is correct in making her work the summer and finds a job as a lifeguard for her, as Penny was on the swim team in high school.

But first she must take lifeguard lessons...so this teaser starts off as she heads to her first day of training...

In order to get to the pool facility where her training would be held, Penny had to take the bus to the MARTA train station, then take the Gold line northeast, transferring to another bus that would drop her off near the facility.  Although feeling like a fish out of water, with Aunt Regina’s MARTA card and the help of the website route map, Penny was pretty certain of her trip—which the site mapped out to 40 minutes. 

Of course, the first trek of the journey was already 10 minutes late, so she was too concerned with the time to care about the leers of the men around her.

Adding to her dismay, once she stepped onto the bus she saw it was completely full, the only option available being to stand and hold one of the dangling ceiling straps.  Sighing at her apparently misfortune, she reached up and grasped the leather loop just as the bus lurched forward.

Stretched with her hand above her head, Penny could feel her top tightly against her body, suddenly regretting not wearing a bra as the t-shirt material pressed against her skin.

But once again her concern turned towards the time, not wanting to be late as the bus seemed to jerk and stop at every single bus stop along the way to the train station.

Wishing she had brought her iPod to drown out the cacophony of sounds upon the crowded bus, Penny’s mind quickly became numb, falling into the classic haze brought on by the repetitive motions of riding public transportation, the bus progressing on its route and repeatedly stopping and starting, stopping and starting.

Her mind clouded by the mind-numbing motions of the bus ride, she slowly began to get the feeling of being watched.  It was like a second-sense to her awareness, a niggling feeling up her back, and glancing around the crowded rectangular space, Penny noticed several guys on her periphery openly admiring her.  Turning her neck and pretending she was stretching, she saw even more men, those behind her staring at her ass, while those to the side of her were obviously looking at her exposed waist, her shirt riding up even higher due to her hand being above her head holding to hold the strap.

And as the bus once again lurched to a stop, more people getting on than off, and started up again, Penny realized her breasts were jiggling like a Christmas Jell-O mold, the material stretched across her chest doing absolutely nothing to hide her braless state!

Once again Penny felt the familiar mixture of thrill, excitement, vulnerability, and general ‘out-of-place’ feelings.

How the hell did a debutant belonging to one of the richest families in the South end up on a bus in downtown Atlanta, surrounded by people whose sum total of incomes probably did not even come close to her own trust fund?

Of course, she knew the reason, and it was the very stubbornness that got her here causing her to take a deep breath and stick out her chest even more, as if proud to show off her body.

To her spoiled thinking, the people around her were beneath her, and something to completely ignore.  Just as their family’s maid sometimes helped her dress, she believed her station was above those around her, so merely thought of their interest as being one of looking at their betters.

And although she could dismiss some of the stares around her, it was obvious many of the men’s stares were not one of respect or even awe, but of plain, unadulterated lust.  And Penny’s body was aware of the visceral looks of the men, and it was with nervous self-awareness she felt her pulse increase, the earlier arousal returning as her breasts tightened up, becoming harder than even before when she had waited at the bus stop.

With her hand above her head, Penny was completely on display, her body stretched out from floor to ceiling, and she could not do anything about it due to trying to keep her balance on the moving, jerking bus.  She poised almost like a model, her legs spread slightly apart for balance as her arm reached above her head, her young curvaceous body exposed before strangers.

And the idea of being so displayed, like a side of beef going to market, excited her.  She had always enjoyed the looks of men—even those ‘beneath her station’ as her father always stated—and now, surrounded by the jerking, shuffling crowd, knowing she was being looked at more than any other woman on the bus, turned her on.

Although Penny had been intimate with several men in the past, only one had ever been with her long enough to discover her body’s most intimate secret—if she was subjected to a veritable rollercoaster ride of being turned on and then allowed her to cool down before becoming excited again, she was increasingly more aroused each time, until she reached a point where she wanting nothing but sex, and willing to do almost anything to get it. 

She remembered back to the one person who had discovered her body’s response, her high school sweetheart, who on prom night had practically tortured her, making out and then wanting to ‘talk,’ repeating the sequence over and over until she literally screamed to be fucked, not caring who heard them in his car in the parking lot—or caring if anybody else joined in.

And even though this was only the second time this morning Penny was aroused, her awareness of the men’s stares at her was still increased, their stares not only causing her upper body to heat up, her pulse speeding up, but she could feel a slight flush on her cheeks and a deep-seeded warmth beneath her stomach.

She drew some comfort at the bus being so crowded it would be unlikely most people would noticed her hardening nipples through the shirt material, but to further prevent her body being on display to too many people she turned slightly, facing the window in an attempt to minimize her profile as she tried to ignore the men out of her periphery vision.

At the next stop the driver stopped short, the bus jerking everybody forward and causing Penny to grip the hand strap tighter, automatically locking her legs as her body moved in synch with everybody else.  Then just as abruptly, the bus began moving forward and she once again braced herself as she slowly prepared to settle back into the white noise surrounding her.

Suddenly a comment from in front of her caught her attention.

“Holy shit, did you see those things jiggle?” a distinctive male—albeit young—voice said, the sound slightly below her.

Looking down, Penny saw two older teenage boys sitting in front of her, both them looking blatantly up her shirt!  To Penny’s humiliation she realized even though the t-shirt material was tight around her breasts, with her hand raised to hold the hand strap and having to lean slightly forward for balance, the bottom of her shirt was hanging forward loosely off her breasts, her firm curves shelving the material off the tops of her breasts and giving the two boys sitting in front of her a full view of the bottoms of her breasts!

Not for the first time today, Penny regretted her choice of shirts, never considering she would ever have her hands raised over her head giving anybody below her such a view.

In alarm and embarrassment, Penny tried to maneuver herself around; however, her other hand was still holding her orange juice and her bag and switching hands was not possible.  In addition, the bus was so crowded she could barely move as everybody jostled back and forth to make room for those getting on and off at the stops, effectively sandwiching her in place.  All she could do was try to pivot her body, which unfortunately all her squirming did was cause her to jostle to the side, causing her breasts to give another responding bounce—much to the boys’ delight.

For yet a third time this morning Penny’s body became flushed, the mixtures of shame, humiliation, and surprisingly, growing arousal caused her body to respond, this time flooding her core with a deep heat as she made a feeble attempt at ignoring the two guys before her and her inadvertent peep show. 

Her mouth dry, she remembered the glass of orange juice in her hand, raising it to take a drink.

Suddenly then the unthinkable happened.  As Penny was taking a drink, the man next to her reached up at the same time to grab his hand strap, his elbow raising to the perfect height of her glass she was tilting forward for a drink.  Before she could react, the contents of the entire glass poured out of the cup onto her chin, spilling all over her shirt! 

Penny gasped in shock as her shirt became saturated with the cold liquid, gasping big gulps of air out loud as the man next to her profusely apologized.

Continuing to gasp from the cold fluid, Penny vaguely heard the guys sitting below her also cussing, the juice spilling upon them as well.

An elderly woman sitting next to the boys tried to help her, handing Penny some tissues, but the damage was already done, her shirt drenched and clinging to her body from the orange sticky liquid, so other than cleaning off her chin and neck with the Kleenex, there was little she could do about her clothing. 

Chastising herself for not even bringing a towel to the swim training—her having been told everything would be provided—she wondered how much worse the day could get.

The man next to her was continuing to apologize as Penny told him it was alright, him somewhat appeased as she told him thankfully it had only been orange juice and nothing that would stain their clothes.

Her attention was brought back to the two teenagers, and now having her other hand free—albeit not the way she would have preferred—Penny turned her body, grasping the hand strap with her other hand as she pivoted away from the guys, to their obvious disappointment. 

But Penny could care less about their disappointment at losing their peep show as she attempted to ignore the cold, clinging sensation of her sticky wet shirt against her body, thankful as the bus finally pulled into the College Park train station.

As the bus unloaded and Penny waited for her turn to disembark from the bus, she glanced up and found the man who had knocked her hand and spilt her orange juice looking at her intently. 

At first she thought he was going to apologize again, ready to tell him it was alright when she saw he was not really looking at her, but instead starting intently at her shirt.  Looking down, Penny was mortified to see the now-orange wet material molded to her breasts like a second skin and revealing everything, her erect nipples—hard from both her previous arousals and the cold liquid—blatantly visible.

Penny felt her whole body flush with shame, mortified at her exposure and body’s reaction in such a public place.  In the back of her mind she resolved to bring a change of clothes from now on, wherever she went, still not believing how her day had turned out so far.

Her humiliation was interrupted as the group of people directly in front of her on the bus started moving forward, the group behind her pushing her forward as well, and the only thing on her mind was getting off the bus to clean off, hunching her body forward in a slouch as she attempted to not show herself off to anybody else.

Unfortunately she realized it was a losing battle, as even though the shirt was oversized, the weight of saturated material and stickiness of the orange juice caused it to continue clinging to her body.  All Penny could do was cross her arms—to the knowing smirks of men all around her—as she eventually boarded the Gold train, finding a seat and crouching into it as much as possible.

Although the combination of embarrassing emotions running through her made the trip seem like hours, it was not long before the train entered the Doraville station and she disembarked, finding her next bus easily.

Thankfully there were plenty of seats on this bus, so she got into one without anybody around her and continued to slouch into it to hide her predicament, and she was thankful it not being long before her stop came up and she got off, heading in the direction of the recreational pool facilities nearby. 

Even though there was nobody else around her, Penny kept her arms uncrossed, hoping her shirt would dry as she found the address given to her by Mr. Jenkins, coming upon the recreational hall which lead to the pool. 

Stepping into the hall, Penny’s skin immediately chilled, the frigid air conditioning hitting her wet shirt and causing her skin to be covered with goose pimples as Penny felt her nipples tighten yet further, the small buds turning into granite as she hurried to the back door where she knew the pool was located.