Two years ago, I’d fallen into a rut, but I also experienced a much-needed shake-up — and I owed it all to one little fling. At the time, I was still married to my ex-wife, Jenna. We’d been together 22 years, having married right out of college. She came from money, and I didn’t; we had very different goals and values. Initially, we were the definition of opposites attract, and sheer passion was enough to hold us together. But in due course, my wife developed more passion for health crazes and animal rescue charities than me, and we drifted apart but hadn’t yet bothered to divorce.

Jenna’s father owned one of the biggest yacht clubs in our town. Because he’d gotten older and dialed back his workdays, I’d taken over managing the pool area and organizing some of the events.

For the most part, the people hanging out at the pool were grandmas who’d just sun on the deck. But every now and then, we’d get some cuties home from college or some young lifeguards. As you’d expect, the lifeguards all dated each other and the girls visiting home all came to the pool with boyfriends. But the sight of those beautiful 20-something babes prancing around in bikinis definitely left an impression on my undersexed self.

I never wanted to come off as a creeper, though, so I mostly stayed in my air-conditioned office that overlooked the pool’s deep end. I’d glance up from my computer and periodically lust after the scantily clad lovelies from afar — no harm, no foul. But one night after the pool had closed, I thought I was all alone as I prepared to lock up. But suddenly one of my far away fantasies appeared right before my eyes.

The same night, my wife had texted to say she was going away with girlfriends to some spa retreat for a week. With the pool closing down for the season in a couple of days, I was sort of dreading the inevitable lull as I figured out how to occupy my brain. My former company had downsized the previous spring, so as I drifted between jobs and my wife’s increasing absence, I was definitely standing at the proverbial crossroads.

My friends had suggested I was going through a midlife crisis. Despite my age, I am probably in better shape and better-looking now than I was in my 20s. Besides swimming, I also lift weights regularly. Thanks to those efforts, plus some decent genetics, I don’t look like I’m in my late 40s. I still have a full head of dark hair and plenty of muscles.

Every now and then at the pool, I’d see one of the cute little spinners checking me out, but again, my sense of propriety kept me from doing anything besides offering a friendly smile.

But back to my story. My phone buzzed at 7 p.m. to alert me it was time to lock up the facility. I flipped off the office lights and intended to do one final sweep of the pool area before I went home, and that’s when a moving streak of red caught my eye. From my office window, I spied a gorgeous girl in a red one-piece lifeguard’s suit climb up to the diving board and splash gracefully into the deep end.

She soon surfaced with her dark hair slicked back from her beautiful face. She climbed out of the pool and glanced around, and then my heart nearly stopped as I watched her peel off her bathing suit.

From my vantage point, I was able to savor the sight of her delectable heart-shaped ass, and when she climbed the steps to the diving board again, I saw a flash of her pussy. She dove in once more, and this time when she surfaced, I got to see her full tits and dark bush.

I debated whether to make myself known. Just from watching her, I felt the dusty machinations of my arousal switching on and coming to life. Just imagining her body against mine could be enough — except it wasn’t. I took a deep breath and exited my office, locking eyes with her as she swam to the ledge again.

To my surprise, she didn’t flinch or seem shocked. Instead, she rested her arms on the concrete and said, “The water’s really nice and warm.”

“Uh, yeah. It sure looks good.”

“Come join me?” she asked with a flirty smile.

“Oh — uh — I, uh — ” I sputtered. No matter how I tried to play it cool, nothing had prepared me for a moment like this.

“Come on! I know for a fact no one else is here besides you and me.”

“You do now?”

“Yeah.” She paused. “I’ve been planning this all summer.”

“Planning what?”

“Seducing you, Mr. B. I want to fuck you.”

Still in shock, I didn’t know what to say, other than: “Me?”

“Look, I’m just gonna put this out there. You’re a snack, and I have a thing for older guys.” She continued, “My mom knows your wife. I know you two are kinda done, and she isn’t around much. I figured it couldn’t hurt to see if you’re interested. No worries if you’re not.”

“I am!” I blurted out. “I mean — wow. You’re,” my voice trailed off. “You’re gorgeous.”

“I’m Stephanie,” she said, playfully correcting me as she climbed out of the water, standing fully nude and dripping wet.

“I remember your name from the lifeguard orientation.” I chuckled nervously as I felt my erection straining against my pants. “I don’t want us to get into any trouble.”

“What trouble? Today’s my last day at work. And I haven’t had any fun at all since my boyfriend and I broke up in June — and I know you’re not having any.”

“You aren’t wrong,” I said. “I haven’t had any fun myself in a very long time either. And you’re pretty hard to resist.”

Stephanie pressed her wet, naked curves against me and said, “Then let’s have some fun. Pretty please?”

I was barely able to comprehend my insanely good luck.

Stephanie looked up at me, her lips beckoning me — and I dove right in.

As our kiss deepened, I caressed her young, firm tits, reveling in her soft curves.

This is what I’ve been missing, I thought.

We moved to one of the cushioned loungers where we could enjoy ourselves more. She reached for my dick, but I moved her hand away.

“I want to enjoy you first,”  I said.

“Whatever you want, Mr. B.” 

Hearing her say my name like that made me feel even more licentious — and it turned me on. I caressed her mound and darted my finger between her outer lips. A little gasp told me that I’d found her hidden pearl.

“Will you let me taste that pretty young pussy?” I asked as I stroked her clit with my forefinger.

Stephanie nodded.

With a few kisses to her inner thighs, I dove in tongue first, lavishing attention on her clit, while my fingers probed her eager entrance. She was tight, too, so I teased and teased until she was so slippery wet and open that her pussy practically swallowed my fingers.

She moaned and panted so sweetly, her ass wiggling as she floated on waves of pleasure. 

Once I got into a rhythm of licking and finger-fucking, it didn’t take long to make her come, and I felt a definite sense of satisfaction that I was able to get her off so quickly. I hadn’t lost my touch.

After Stephanie climaxed, she said, “That was, like, wow! Not to sound slutty, but none of the boys I’ve dated at college have made me come like that. Guys my age just don’t get it.”

“You’re making me feel old now,” I told her. I was joking, but only a little.

Stephanie laughed and sat up as she said, “Well, I want to make you feel good too!”

She encouraged me to switch positions, eagerly unzipping me and taking my entire shaft in her mouth. She bobbed up and down on my boner. My cock tapped the back of her throat each time she swallowed me to the hilt.

Her hands cupped my balls, and she tugged on them. Her touch was so perfect, so maddening, I had to make her stop before I shot off.

“You’re too good at this,” I told her, practically panting.

“Is that bad?”

“No, it’s very good. But you’re a very bad girl, and I mean that in the best possible way. And I need to fuck your pussy before I blow my load.”

“Let’s fuck then,” she said in a voice so chipper I nearly laughed out loud.

I lay back, so she could climb on top of me. I wanted to see her perfect tits bounce while she impaled herself on by cock.

At first, she was adorably awkward trying to ride me without my dick falling out — which betrayed her inexperience — but she was too cute for it to be off-putting. However, once she found her rhythm, I thought she’d never stop.

Stephanie fucked me like she couldn’t get enough dick, and mine was the last she’d ever get to experience. She seemed insatiable, moaning and thrashing and telling me how good my cock felt inside her.

Talk about an ego boost!

I squeezed her hips and slowed her down, repositioning her in reverse cowgirl, which allowed my cock to put even more delightful pressure on her G-spot — and gave me the most incredible view of her fine fanny.

Stephanie moaned increasingly louder as my dick hit all the right spots inside her. I slapped her bottom and kept her cheeks firmly spread as I committed to memory the sight of her puckered asshole and her 20-something pussy lips stretching around my shaft while I drilled her cunt as deeply as possible.

I wanted to make the moment last, so we switched positions for a third time. I draped her shapely legs over my shoulders and slowly impaled her over and over. She gasped as the intensity of the position registered. Stephanie moaned and begged me, “Please don’t stop! I’m going to come again.”

Naturally, I obliged. I plundered her pussy until her spasming muscles clenched my cock so hard that it was nearly impossible to continue.

As Stephanie’s climax built and broke, her whole body shook — and my load shot out like a rocket, leaving my cream oozing out of her pussy.

We lay there for a bit afterward to catch our breath — and then with a wink and a smile, she was gone.

Even though I’ve never seen Stephanie again, our encounter encouraged me to move on with my life. I will always remember that poolside romp as my “resurrection fuck.” Never underestimate the power of a good lay to wake you up and open the door to even more adventures.