Living in a beach town had its perks, and my mom’s condo being right on the water made it even better. I loved visiting her and taking advantage of the ocean whenever I could. With a flexible schedule and sometimes working from home, I found myself spending a lot of free time by the water. There wasn’t much else to do on slow days, and honestly, I didn’t mind. Being a fit, blue-eyed blonde in a tiny thong bikini always got me a lot of attention, and the beach was the perfect spot for it. Growing up without a father, I was always looking for male attention wherever I could find it.

One afternoon, I was checking my phone when—clumsy me—I slipped on a big rock and ended up with a nasty bruise on my leg. Before I could even dust the sand off, the lifeguard was already hurrying over with a first aid kit.

“Looks like you took a bit of a fall,” he said, crouching beside me. His voice had a charming Latin accent that made every word sound sexy.

As he gently looked at my leg, we started chatting. He was friendly, with a warmth that put me at ease, and definitely attractive. He was older, probably in his 40s, but the years had only made him look better—toned and muscular, with skin colored by the sun. There was a calm confidence about him that drew me in.

“I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, flashing me a smile that sent a tingle down my spine.

I noticed how his hands lingered, rubbing my leg a little longer than needed, his fingers brushing closer to my inner thigh with each slow touch. It was gentle but firm, like he was waiting to see how I’d react. To my surprise, I felt a bit turned on and got myself wet. His hands worked their way higher, teasingly close to places that definitely didn’t need first aid. It felt like he was waiting for some kind of signal from me.

After he finished with my leg, he gave me a reassuring smile. “I should head back to my station,” he said, pausing before adding, “but if you’d like, I could show you the lifeguard tower—and keep an eye on you to make sure you’re okay.”

I nodded, curiosity and excitement mixing together as he helped me up the steps to the tower. His hand rested on my lower back, lingering there as we climbed. Once we reached the top, I couldn’t help but notice the outline of a huge erection pressing against his shorts. He looked down, clearly embarrassed, trying to discreetly adjust himself.

A rush of heat spread through me as I remembered the way his hands had felt on my leg. Without thinking, I let the words slip out. “It looks like you could use a little help,” I said, my voice low and teasing. “How about I return the favor and take care of that for you?”

I put on my best innocent face, biting my lower lip as I looked up at him. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist—especially with me standing there in a tiny bikini, my skin still shiny from the sunscreen oil. He nodded, his breath catching slightly, and sat down on the high chair, his eyes locked on mine.

Without a second thought, I dropped to my knees in front of him. When he pulled down his shorts, his cock sprang free, and I couldn’t help but gasp. It was the biggest I’d ever seen, thick and heavy, and I struggled to take it all in. I wrapped my lips around him, my tongue swirling as I tried to please him.

His hands gripped the edge of the chair, and I could feel his whole body tense. It didn’t take long before he let out a deep groan, his release sudden and strong. I swallowed quickly, making sure not to waste a drop.

From that day on, I found myself visiting the lifeguard tower every few days. I became his little secret slut. Sometimes, I’d kneel in front of him, my hands and mouth working on his cock while I begged him to give me his cum. Other times, he’d bend me over the desk and take me doggy style, or I’d ride him hard while he relaxed in his lifeguard chair. The high chair and small lookout window hid us well enough, making it feel like our own private spot.

There were a few embarrassing moments, though. One time, his replacement showed up a little early, and I was still riding the lifeguard completely naked and sweaty. Luckily, he just waited and watched us until we finished. Another time, an older lady gave me a strange look when I was leaving the tower. She noticed my bikini bottom wasn’t sitting quite right, and, even worse, there was a bit of cum dripping down my leg.

My mom had no idea that every time I visited her and went to the beach, I returned with a belly full of the lifeguard’s cum and with a few more life skills the older lifeguard taught me.