What I Saw in the Pool Changing Room That Afternoon

It was one of those July afternoons when the air in the Soria mountains stood still, thick and heavy, without a single cloud to offer any relief. On the corner of the square, Adrián waited with his hands in his pockets and his heart beating a little faster than usual. He had gone almost a year without seeing Marina, and that afternoon, as in so many summers before, they had arranged to go to the village pool together.

He had always been the quiet one of the two. Shy, loyal, the kind who preferred listening to talking. He had left school to work mornings in his father’s mechanic’s shop, and the whole year had slipped by amid the smell of grease and the clatter of tools against metal.

Marina, on the other hand, had gone to the city to study her first year of Nursing. She had come back different. He couldn’t explain it, but something in her had changed during those months away from home, as though the city had suddenly taught her a whole host of things that nobody in the village ever told her about.

When he saw her appear at the far end of the street, Adrián felt his stomach lurch. She was wearing a short white dress, and beneath it he could make out the straps of a tight red bikini. Her curly blond hair was tied up in a high ponytail. Without saying a word, she ran toward him and hugged him tightly.

“You’re going to split me in half,” he protested, as stiff as a board.

“Shut up or I’ll leave you breathless,” she replied between laughs.

They both laughed, but Adrián froze when he felt Marina’s body pressed against his. Her tits were crushed against his chest, and a shiver ran all the way down his back. When they finally pulled apart, they looked into each other’s eyes with a mixture of excitement and something neither of them dared name.

“You’re stronger,” she said, running a hand over his shoulder.

Adrián hunched his shoulders and turned red.

“The shop is hard work… And you… you’re… you’re a proper woman now,” he stammered, blushing even more.

Marina gave him a gentle, playful slap on the back of the neck, and he shrank in on himself even further, drawing a tender smile from her. She knew perfectly well that he liked her. She had known for years, waiting for him to dare someday. As for him, he couldn’t find a way to tell her that she was the only person he thought about every night while he jerked off imagining her pussy.

On the way to the pool they talked about everything. Marina told him anecdotes about college, the apartment she shared with two classmates, the exams that had made her cry, and a few student parties.

“I bet you’ve hooked up loads and even have a boyfriend there,” Adrián teased, trying to disguise his nerves.

“Not at all. The city boys are all arrogant and only want one thing,” she replied, looking at the ground.

She wasn’t exactly lying, but neither did she tell him the whole truth: that she had fucked a few guys, that the city had introduced her to all sorts of things, and that none of them had known how to fuck her the way she needed or make her come properly. She remembered some guy named Rubén, who had emptied himself inside her after two minutes, and another who had asked her for a blowjob and hadn’t even known how to return the favor with his tongue. She kept that part to herself so she wouldn’t hurt Adrián.

She couldn’t help remembering the previous summer, during the village festival. That night she had moved closer to Adrián while they danced, brushing her thigh against his cock, seeking him out. And he, as always, had gone rigid and fled at the first contact. Tired of waiting, she had left for the city to grow up.

Now she was back with one clear idea in her head: to find out whether that summer could be different, whether Adrián, with his rough hands and evasive gaze, had finally matured and would dare to fuck her at last.

“And you? Don’t you have anyone in mind? There must be someone,” she asked, bumping her shoulder against his.

“No, there’s no one,” Adrián lied, biting back the urge to confess that the only person he thought about was walking beside him.

***

They arrived hot and sweaty. The pool was on the outskirts, beside the old train station. There was a large garden of parched grass, a few pine trees that provided some shade, a big rectangular pool in the center, and another small one beside it for children. The lifeguard watched from a plastic chair near the entrance. The changing rooms were at the opposite end, far from the water.

There was hardly anyone there. A couple of families sheltering beneath the trees and little else. It was early, and the heat didn’t encourage anyone to leave the house.

They spread out their towels, stripped down to their swimsuits, and ran toward the showers so they wouldn’t burn their feet on the way. Adrián got there first, pressed the button, and a jet of cold water fell over his back, cutting off his breath.

Marina, following behind, slowed down to watch him from a distance. Work has done him good, she thought, her eyes drifting to the bulge showing beneath his gray trunks.

“Is it cold?” she asked with a mischievous smile.

“Only a little,” he answered quickly, his voice trembling, moving away at once.

She stepped into the shower beside him, with her back turned. Adrián waited for her, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, taking in every curve. When the icy water fell over Marina’s body, the girl let out a cry.

“It’s freezing, for God’s sake!” she exclaimed, spinning around.

Adrián watched her shake her hair beneath the spray. The red bikini held her tits in place, and her nipples, stiffened by the cold, seemed ready to tear through the fabric—two hard points pressing visibly against the wet triangle. Embarrassed, he looked away so she wouldn’t catch him, but his cock had already shifted inside his trunks.

She, meanwhile, enjoyed the water with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. She knew perfectly well that he was watching and deliberately arched her back a little, sticking out her ass so the bikini would wedge itself between her buttocks.

***

They shut off the showers and dove headfirst into the pool. The water was lukewarm, almost too warm for her. They swam, splashed each other, and played underwater tag between laughs, looking for any excuse to brush against one another.

Marina leaned against the edge and tossed her hair back.

“It feels so good to be like this with you again, like when we were kids.”

“Yeah… although we’re not such kids anymore,” he replied, somewhat more seriously.

“That’s true,” she said, looking at him a moment longer than necessary. “But I like that everything is still so easy with you.”

“It always is with you,” he admitted softly, his heart racing.

They remained still, looking at each other.

“So what do we do now?” she asked with a sly smile.

Adrián suggested playing shark: swimming across the width of the pool without being caught. Marina loved games, so she agreed at once.

“But you start by being the one who stops,” she said.

Marina climbed out of the water to get a running start, walking slowly and provocatively. Adrián watched her from inside, pretending not to. The red bikini against her fair skin, the sun reflecting off the drops sliding down her legs, along the insides of her thighs, toward the wet triangle covering her pussy. Suddenly she broke into a run and dove, trying to cross underwater, but he was faster and caught her around the waist beneath the surface. His hand slipped unintentionally and brushed one of her tits, feeling the hard nipple for a second through the fabric. He shot to the surface, red-faced, apologizing in a rush.

“Nothing happened, relax,” she replied casually, with an amused smile dancing across her face.

Now it was her turn to chase him. Adrián went to climb onto the pool’s edge to get some momentum.

“Is the little gentleman afraid of losing and needs a running start?” Marina teased.

In the end he pushed off from the wall without climbing out. As soon as he set off, she swam toward him with all her strength. Just before he reached the edge, she grabbed him by the shoulders, lunged at him, and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her pussy against the boy’s torso. The unexpected friction made her shudder: she felt the soaked fabric wedge itself between her labia, and her clitoris brushed against the tense muscle of Adrián’s abdomen, sending an electric shock up to the nape of her neck. It left him completely paralyzed. Marina squeezed her hips for one moment longer, moving them slightly, rubbing herself discreetly, before letting him go underwater.

Adrián couldn’t stop his body from reacting. He felt his cock harden inside his trunks, swelling until it pressed against the fabric, and prayed she hadn’t noticed.

The game continued. Marina had to cross the pool, and as she climbed out, he watched her from the corner of his eye. The soaked bikini clung to her skin and hid nothing: her nipples stood out, hard from the water and from something else, while the fabric of her bottoms hugged the cleft of her pussy, outlining even the shape of her lips. It was hardly an image that would help his erection subside; on the contrary, his cock throbbed inside his trunks with every step she took.

She dove powerfully, but Adrián caught up with her and seized her wrist. Instinctively, Marina grabbed his arm with her other hand and pulled him toward her, submerging him and making her crotch brush against his body. A fierce heat rose inside her when she felt how hard he was; it was thick, throbbing against her thigh, and for a second she imagined pulling down his trunks right there and taking him into her mouth.

I’ve got him worked up, she thought with satisfaction. Let’s see if he finally dares to fuck me. She knew she was pushing things too far, but she had one last shove left to give.

Meanwhile, he was dying of embarrassment. He was terrified that she had noticed, that she would think he was some kind of jerk who got hard at the slightest provocation.

When they surfaced, they were pressed together, side by side. Marina looked at him with desire in her eyes, her lips parted, breathing hard. Adrián’s body urged him to kiss her without thinking, grab her ass beneath the water, and devour her mouth, but his mind demanded caution. He moved away to continue playing.

This time he climbed out of the water to dive in, and with his back to her he adjusted his gray trunks to hide the bulge, pushing his cock upward against his stomach. Marina took in every detail of his back, his ass, and his arms defined by hard work. When he turned and she saw the shape outlined beneath the fabric, a smile escaped her: she could even make out the head of his glans pressing against the elastic.

Quickly, she positioned herself on the opposite side, in a good spot. The moment Adrián dove, she caught him. She pulled him in by the torso, wrapped her legs around his hips, and brought his face against her tits, squeezing him until she buried his nose between them. She fitted her hips against his and felt his hard cock rubbing her pussy again through the two wet layers of fabric. Desperate, she squeezed her legs to feel it better, rocking slightly and rubbing her clitoris against the bulge, making it perfectly clear what she wanted.

But Adrián, overwhelmed, broke free all at once.

“You’re going to drown me in the end,” he reproached her in a dry voice.

“It’s not that serious, we’re only playing,” she replied, surprised by his reaction.

“You’re right, I went a little too far,” he answered, looking down.

Marina looked at him with a conspiratorial smile and splashed him with her hand.

“Come on, let’s go lie on the towels and sunbathe. We’ve played enough.”

She climbed the steps, while he stayed in the water, waiting for his cock to calm down and watching the red bikini cling to her ass with every step, the fabric slipping between her buttocks and exposing a half-moon of white skin.

***

A group of guys in their early twenties had just arrived. They weren’t from the village; they were probably spending the holidays with some relative. They sat in the shade, hiding a few beers, laughing at their own stupid jokes. When they saw Marina climb out of the water, they fell silent at once.

“Who’s that?” one of them asked.

“Jesus, she’s hot. Do you know her?” another replied. “Look at that ass, fuck.”

“Shut up, idiots, she’s my aunt’s neighbor. If her parents catch me staring at her, I’ll be in serious trouble,” the third settled the matter.

Marina walked toward her towel with the calm of someone who had nothing to prove to anyone. She neither covered herself nor hurried. The group followed her with their eyes in silence, and when she passed, they whispered something to each other and burst out laughing.

From the water, Adrián watched those wolfish looks and felt small. They were bolder, louder. But Marina ignored them as if they didn’t exist, and for some reason that comforted him.

He climbed out, skirted around the boys, and lay down in the sun. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Marina dry her hair. When she finished, she lay down beside him, somewhat restless.

“Are you all right? You seem strange. Did those idiots bother you?”

“No, not at all. It’s just really hot,” she lied.

She wasn’t going to tell him that it was his fault, that if it weren’t for his shyness she would already have her legs spread beneath him. But she liked him far too much to give up.

“What will you do when you finish your degree?” he asked in a meek voice.

“Find work in my field. It’ll be difficult here in the village; I’ll have to move to the city,” she replied, closing her eyes.

Marina enjoyed the stillness, but her body was still burning from everything that had happened in the water. She felt her pussy throbbing inside the wet bikini, swollen, her lips parted and begging for attention. She lay on her back and opened her bent legs slightly so the sun could reach beneath her bikini. Then she stroked her stomach with her fingertips, slowly moving down to the edge of her bottoms, barely touching herself. She was at the limit and didn’t know how to relieve herself: just squeezing her thighs made her feel a thick wetness that wasn’t from the pool water.

From Adrián’s breathing, she knew he had fallen asleep. It must be the exhaustion from the shop.

Then she had an idea. She thought it over several times, hesitated, and finally got up. She went to the entrance and asked the lifeguard for the key to the women’s changing room. The older woman was reading a book listlessly; she looked up, handed Marina the key, and went back to what she was doing without asking any questions.

Marina returned, picked up her bag of spare clothes, slung it over her shoulder, and disappeared among the trees.

***

The old wooden door creaked as it opened. It was cool inside, and it smelled of chlorine and damp. Light entered through high windows and reflected off the peeling white walls. Long wooden benches lined the room, and in the center stood a black leather massage table. A partition separated the changing area from the showers, which hardly anyone used.

She locked the door, sat on the bench, and set her bag beside her. She took out her clothes and towel and arranged everything while replaying every touch from the afternoon in her mind: Adrián’s hard cock against her pussy underwater, the boy’s nose between her tits, the bulge outlined beneath his gray trunks.

She couldn’t stand it any longer. She leaned back against the cold wall and spread her legs. She ran her hands over her thighs, moving up to her stomach, and pulled the triangle of her bikini top up over her tits, leaving them bare. Her nipples were stiff, pink, and hard as rocks. She pinched them between two fingers, first one and then the other, tugging at them until a moan escaped her.

She lowered one hand to the bikini bottoms, pulled the fabric aside, and stroked the lips of her pussy with the tip of her middle finger. She was soaked. Thick, hot moisture ran between her fingers, mixed with the pool water. She traced the cleft from bottom to top, very slowly, spreading her lips with two fingers until she reached her swollen, exposed clitoris. When she touched it, her first moan slipped out.

“Adrián… fuck…” she whispered through her teeth, imagining that it was him with his head between her legs.

She began rubbing her clitoris in small circles, pressing down with her finger. With her other hand she squeezed one tit, kneading it with her whole palm and tugging at the nipple every time her hand moved upward. Her pussy throbbed. She pushed two fingers inside herself, all the way to the knuckles, and felt her hot, wet walls tighten around them, squeezing her fingers as though they were a cock. She pulled them out dripping and brought them back to her clitoris, wetting it with her own juices.

Outside, the boys’ shouts woke Adrián. They were throwing themselves into the water like animals, and even the lifeguard had told them off.

“Marina?” he called, looking around.

Her towel was still there, but she wasn’t. She must have gone to shower, like she always does before going home. Needing to piss, he headed barefoot toward the bathrooms, stepping quietly.

As he passed the changing rooms, a sound stopped him dead. It seemed like a sob. He stood still, listening. Then came a soft, muffled moan. His heart sped up, and his mind began imagining what it could be.

Silently, he circled around the building to the back and climbed into a tree. Through the grille of an old fan, he could see inside the women’s changing room. He cautiously stuck his head out and, when he saw what was happening, nearly fell from the branch.

Marina was sitting on the bench, leaning backward, her legs spread and bent. The triangle of her bikini was pulled up above her tits, leaving them bare—round and white, with nipples stiff and reddened from all the pinching. Her bottoms had been pulled to one side, revealing a pink, shaved pussy with lips gleaming from moisture. One hand moved urgently over her clitoris; the other had two fingers buried deep inside her, thrusting in and out at a desperate rhythm. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her mouth half open, her hair stuck to her neck.

Adrián had looked through that same hole many times as a child, spying on older girls showering in their swimsuits. But this was something else. He couldn’t look away. His cock swelled again, harder than it had been in the water, and his hand dropped on its own to grab it through his trunks. What would she think if she knew I was watching her masturbate? he wondered, consumed equally by guilt and desire. He slipped his hand inside his trunks and gripped his cock directly, beginning to jerk himself off in time with her.

Marina’s breathing quickened. Her fingers sank between her lips, knowing exactly where to touch every time; they moved up to her clitoris and rubbed it with two fingers in a zigzag, then went back down and inside her. Moans escaped her throat, becoming less restrained with every moment.

“Yes… yes… fuck me, goddammit…” she whispered, biting her lip and imagining that Adrián was the one penetrating her.

She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking off her own juices, then lowered them to her pussy again, this time with more urgency. With her other hand she squeezed one tit hard and twisted the nipple. The wet sound of her fingers moving in and out filled the changing room, an obscene splashing that bounced off the tiled walls. She climbed onto the leather table, got onto her knees with her legs spread and her ass sticking out, bracing one hand against the wall, and continued fingering herself from behind, thrusting her ass against her own hand as if someone were fucking her from behind.

“Oh… oh… I’m coming…” she moaned through clenched teeth.

Her entire body tensed, her legs trembled, and she let out a long, guttural moan that echoed off the walls of the changing room. She stayed there for several seconds with her fingers buried deep inside, feeling her pussy throb around them, squeezing them in waves. Then she slowly pulled them out, dripping, and collapsed onto her side on the table, limp and catching her breath, her bare tits rising and falling.

Out of his mind, Adrián untied the drawstring of his trunks to free his cock. It sprang upward, swollen, with a purple glans and a clear drop forming at the tip. He gripped it and began pumping himself openly, his eyes fixed on Marina’s open pussy, still glistening and pulsing on the table. But at that moment a tremendous roar filled everything: a train was racing along the tracks. Startled, he ducked and stuffed his cock back into his trunks as best he could, still hard and throbbing against the fabric. When he looked again, Marina was already walking toward the showers, her bikini properly adjusted and a satisfied smile on her lips.

He climbed down from the tree with his heart pounding, not knowing whether it was from the fright of the train or from what he had just seen. He returned to the towel to wait for her, terrified that someone might have caught him and with his cock still stiff, digging into his lower belly beneath the towel he had draped over himself.

A few minutes later Marina appeared, her face calm and relaxed.

“Are we leaving now, sleepyhead? I have to help my mother with dinner,” she said, giving him a smile.

Adrián nodded at once, not daring to look her in the eyes. But she suspected nothing.

On the way home they reminisced about old stories and made plans to return to the pool the next day. As soon as he arrived, Adrián went straight to the shower. He pulled down his trunks and his cock sprang out, still swollen from holding himself back all afternoon. He took it in his right hand, lathered it with soap, and as hot water poured over him he began to pound it while thinking of her: her tits bare on the bench, her pink pussy opening beneath her fingers, her moans echoing off the tiles. He imagined entering the changing room, grabbing her by the hair, and shoving his cock all the way into her mouth. He imagined laying her down on the table, spreading her legs, and driving into her in one thrust until he heard her scream. His hand moved faster and faster, squeezing the swollen glans with every upward stroke. With two muffled moans, he came against the shower tiles, thick white spurts sliding toward the drain as the water carried them away. He remained braced against the wall, breathing hard, his cock still in his hand and certain that the next day, whatever happened, he was going to enter that changing room after her.

To be continued…