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Fringe Benefits
by Lord Malinov (malinov@mindless.com)

***

A guy working at a health club finds there are nice 
employee benefits. (MF, affair, rom)

***

I saw Ellie Denby a half-dozen times before I realized 
who she was. I knew her as Brad's sister, and that was 
seven years ago when Ellie was probably fourteen, still 
just a girl. She was a different person back then. My 
vague memories of her as a teenager bore only a 
superficial resemblance to the here and present young 
woman. I don't know that I ever would have made the 
connection, if Sarah, the club's manager, hadn't called 
her "the Denby girl." 

As one who knows, I can say that Ellie radiates with 
charm, her presence bursting with the excited blush of 
living and the swells of fertility. I noticed her at 
once when I saw her. I'm a few years older than Ellie. 
Brad and I were probably her age, last time I saw her. 
I'm married. I have been for four years.

I manage the hardware at the Lake Charles Athletic Club. 
We serve the whole Bridgetown area. The members pay for 
it, Sarah does the book work and I flip the switches, 
move the cycles and fix the machines. It's a living. I 
had to get a serious job, and this seemed like a good 
compromise. It pays enough. Becky doesn't mind.

Ellie came by early in the morning. The board insists we 
open at six, and so we do. We rarely have anyone in 
before eight. The first time I saw Ellie, recently, I 
mean, I had just started flipping the light switches. 
First thing in the morning and a beautiful girl walks 
by. 

She opened the locker room door. I hadn't made it to 
that switch yet. Ellie looked back and smiled patiently. 
My heart skipped a beat. She really is very pretty. I 
fumbled as I hurriedly flicked on her lights.

I'd seen her a few mornings before Sarah told me her 
name. I passed Ellie coming up the stairs. Her blue eyes 
sparkled as she softly mouthed a good morning, just 
enough to be polite. Ellie had always been quiet. Sarah 
met me at the top of the stairs with a bill to sign.

"Regular," I said, turning back to watch Ellie's legs 
disappear from view.

"Back from school," Sarah said. 

"Well, she's pretty much got a private health club."

"Helps justify our being here this early," said Sarah. I 
couldn't tell if she thought this was a good thing or a 
bad thing. "The Denby girl has really grown up."

The name echoed in my mind for a minute, jarred out of 
place unexpectedly, but in half a beat I realized the 
young woman I had just passed, filling out her white 
shorts and tank-top distractingly, had been little Ellie 
Denby. I remember thinking, when she was Brad's kid 
sister, that she had a cute butt. The curve had only 
gotten better.

Sarah frowned. 

"I knew her when she was a kid. Brad Denby's kid sister. 
Ellie or something." I blushed as I rushed to explain.

"Eleanor Denby," said Sarah cooly. With a flip of her 
brown-grey hair, she slipped back to her office, growing 
a little flustered, I thought.

Ellie came in every morning, just after I opened the 
doors. About a week after she showed up, I accidentally 
discovered her exercise routine.

One of the bleachers had come loose from the bracket on 
the south wall. It wasn't anything dangerous, but people 
get nervous sixty feet in the air and so first thing the 
next morning, I crawled up into the lattice of the 
bleachers to tighten some bolts.

Over past the east end of the bleachers is a hot tub. 
Seats eight. Good piece of equipment. I've often spent 
twenty minutes in the boiler after work to relax. It 
just melts the tension away.

So, I stood in a maze of crossbars, turning a socket 
wrench with a steady cricket buzz. The bleachers are 
high. I was looking out the end and into the hot tub, my 
feet perched on thin metal bars.. Ellie came out of the 
locker room door. She a blue bikini and she wore it 
well. Women don't usually wear two-piece suits at an 
athletic pool. 

She quickly glided over the damp concrete and slipped 
into the steaming cauldron. Her breasts had flourished 
from the bare wisps of bosom I recalled on little Ellie. 
Her chest grew flush as the heat poured through her. I 
slipped my wrench into my pocket, held on tight and held 
my breath, watching this pretty Diana bathe.

Looking down, I could see her long legs shimmering under 
the steamy surface. Ellie turned on the jets and the 
froth obscured my view. She closed her eyes and leaned 
back against the edge. She might have seen me if she 
looked. I saw a glimpse of Brad's mom in her face. I 
always thought he had a pretty mom.

I started to reach for my wrench and get back to the 
bolts when Ellie tossed her bikini bottoms onto the 
edge. I leaned forward and the lattice-work creaked. 
Ellie sat up and looked around, right and left but never 
up. I kept still. Ellie turned and I thought she was 
going to get out. Her bathing suit was still folded over 
the edge of the pool. She pressed her knees against the 
wall and lifted her pussy out of the primordial soup. 

Ellie had always been blonde, and a triangle of pale 
matted hair rose from the water and into my lecherous 
sight. Ellie rubbed her furrow with an eager finger and 
spread her knees apart. As her hand came away, I caught 
a view of her swollen red lips. Ellie leaned back and 
pushed her clit into the water jet stream. A moan poured 
from her body. 

I've watched Becky masturbate with the detachable shower 
head, so I knew that moan well. Her eyes grow blank and 
she leans back against the tile and pushes the blast of 
water against her little bulge and the water pours 
between her lips to fall in an endless thick stream. In 
no time at all, she tosses her head from one side to the 
other and the moans start below her ankles, ripple 
through her calves and thighs, boom in her ass, take 
wind in her breast and groan with shudders of her 
clenching muscles.

Ellie teased the waterspout, swaying her hips while a 
rush of bubbles spurted from the point of contact 
between her thighs. My prick had swollen so hard that it 
hurt, wrapped up in my shorts. Holding onto the 
crossbeam with one arm, I tried to adjust my package. 
Swinging my hips slightly, I managed to escape the pinch 
and indulge my senses the hungry throb of my stiff 
prick. 

I reached for my zipper to share Ellie's erotic moment 
but a shudder in the bleachers stayed my hand. Getting 
caught with my pants down would be serious trouble. I 
let my tongue hang out while I teased my aching bulge 
through my nylon shorts. I suppose I might as well have 
taken my dick out. I doubt I could have looked any more 
perverted.

Ellie focused the jet onto her gleaming clit with a tiny 
circle of her hips. Her body grew flush, creamy jutting 
shoulders and a pale white belly. A hand dashed up to 
free her right tit from the blue top and Ellie squeezed 
her tight brown nipple hard. The ripples shuddered from 
her breast down into her ass and as she thrust her pussy 
against the stream, Eleanor Denby, twenty-year old coed, 
wailed a noisy orgasm which echoed endlessly over the 
pool.

Laying across the tub, Ellie reached over to turn off 
the jets. As the water calmed, her pink pussy, still 
spread and seemingly subdued, thoughtlessly invited a 
lecherous glimpse of paradise. Ellie picked up her 
bikini bottoms and slipped them on underwater. She 
pushed her heavy breast back into her bathing suit and 
Ellie dashed back to the locker room.

I stood in shock for several minutes. Finally persuaded 
that there would be no second feature, I climbed down 
from the supports. I walked over to the tub and dipped 
my hand in the steaming water. She had been magnificent.

I unzipped my shorts and pulled my hard prick free, 
jerking it suddenly the moment I had a grip, pounding my 
fist down my dick as the memory of Ellie's bath played 
itself in a loop, once per stroke. It had been the most 
erotic thing I had ever seen. As I held the soft image 
of her drowsy pussy in my mind, a spent a fountain of 
delight into the hot water. It was due to be cleaned 
anyway.

Some orgasms drain me of all my strength and I drift 
quickly into unconsciousness. Other orgasms are just the 
beginning, the whistle on a boiling kettle. I never 
stopped being hard that day. 

As I drove home that day, I didn't feel any guilt. The 
incident had been an accident, which I just happened to 
benefit from. It wasn't my fault if a pretty girl 
masturbated in a hot tub forty feet below where I was 
working. Besides, I was still too horny to feel any 
guilt. I went home looking for Becky.

We'd always had lots of sex. Sometimes it was on again 
and then off again, but we always stayed in touch. I 
love Becky and I love the way she fucks me. My prick was 
still swollen and Becky looked good, better than I 
remembered her looking. She has a delicious ripe ass. I 
made love to her that night, for a long time. Becky 
dripped. When I finally relinquished the lust pent up 
inside me, Becky quivered constantly. I slept like a 
child.

Sarah watched me push open the door to the pool area the 
next morning, just after Ellie arrived. I could feel her 
eyes watching me, knowing I was going a way I didn't 
usually go. 

I lay in the bleachers, my head peaking past the edge.. 
I felt much safer, but I still couldn't play with myself 
when Ellie screwed the fountain. It doesn't take Ellie 
any time at all to let out her final squeals. My dick 
throbbed. I let the madness surge through me. I didn't 
jerk off. I felt like that would make it wrong. I 
flirted with Sarah after Ellie left. She blushed when I 
teased her. Sarah's really cute for an older woman.

When I came home, Becky wasn't around. After grabbing a 
cookie in the kitchen, I went upstairs. I heard the 
shower running. Becky stood behind the rippling glass 
with the head of the shower pressed into her folds. She 
moaned pleasurably. I watched as she took a steady pose, 
as her nipples twinkling behind the translucent glass. I 
pushed down my shorts and slipped open the shower door. 
She looked up at me, her eyes burning with lust. 

"C'mon, Becky," I said, fisting my prick, "show me how 
you come." Becky murmured, almost in fear, and she 
pushed the stream hard against her little clit. I 
watched her pussy splash. Becky began to squeal, 
uncomfortably.

"Louder," I said, snarling. Becky's voice opened, 
shrieking her ecstasy as she tossed her head from side 
to side. Her long yellow hair clung to the tile. I 
watched her belly tremble. Becky sucked me off. I 
dribbled off her chin.

Bridgewater is a small town. I ran into Ellie and her 
parents at the Pizza Fling. I've known them a long time. 
With her parents, I could see the hints of that gangly 
girl I used to know. Ellie looked sweet and innocent, 
but with a glance I could see the fall of her breasts. I 
could hear the moan in every word she spoke. I envied 
the man who would pluck this rosebud. I knew it wouldn't 
be me.

I mentioned seeing her at the club. Ellie blushed.

"Are you just back for the summer?" I asked.

"Middle of August," said Ellie kindly. I could hear the 
moan in every syllable. 

The next morning I watched Ellie back up to the water 
jet, her ass risen like twin moons from a boiling sea, 
her pussy spread and the dark wink of her asshole 
pulsating with the sensation. She clawed both breasts 
naked as she rocked back into the furious blast. I 
wished for the thousandth time that I could dare to 
bring a camera, but knew it would only cause serious 
trouble. I would take what I could get, even if it were 
only a daily show.

That night, I bent Becky over and fucked her ass. I 
remember every second of that intense ride. Becky came 
almost at once, with a mad howl of an orgasm which left 
her a drizzling mess as I pounded deep inside her 
luscious butt. Becky lurched away from my invasion and I 
spent my showers into her passion-wild lips.

I watched Ellie masturbate sixty times, every morning 
like clockwork. Eventually I grew daring and hid closer 
to the hot tub, down the bleachers. Choosing the right 
vantage point became an art and a science as I tried to 
optimize the erotic thrill. I longed for the day when 
she looked over at me and said, "Fuck me," but Ellie 
never noticed me. I came to know her well as the weeks 
went by. I could tell by the quiver of her cheek that 
she was about to release. And as the orgasm poured 
through her, she would raise her pussy up out of the 
water and let my eyes pierce the dark cavern of her 
young womb. It was like clockwork, six minutes from 
intro to climax and we were both on our way. My cock 
invariably pointed to noon.

Becky stopped wearing panties. I couldn't stop fucking 
her. All I could think about was watching my private 
peep-show and fucking my wife. Ellie's wanton little 
cunt kept my engines roaring and Becky swallowed a river 
of come. I licked her pussy, almost in a daily ritual. I 
loved to take close glimpses of her pink lips, to taste 
Becky's essence in the juice. I would pretend my tongue 
was a water jet and listen to Becky moan.

"Louder," I'd snarl and my tongue would ravage her clit 
while Becky screamed out her ecstasy. Ellie screamed 
from deep inside. I liked that. Becky obliged my new 
taste, wailing wickedly.

Sarah watched me coming out of the pool door one 
morning. I knew at once that she knew something. She 
frowned in a disturbed way. I pretended not to notice. I 
felt like she was jealous of me.

Regardless, I lay in the bleachers the next morning. To 
fail to take my post was unthinkable. How could I deny 
myself this vision? Ellie whipped off her bikini bottoms 
before she got into the tub. She seemed to be in no 
particular hurry and rolled about, letting the streams 
of water tickle her. She pushed her bikini top aside as 
she floated hungrily toward a jet. Ellie lifted her 
bottom up and moaned. My prick shuddered and I 
incautiously unzipped my fly. 

Writhing gently, I managed to free my staff. Ellie 
lifted her pussy toward me as the fountain molested the 
nymph. I stroked my dick faintly. Ellie began to moan 
madly, feverishly, with all the power of her full 
breasted lungs. The bleachers began to creak ominously. 
I froze. Ellie continued to writhe ecstatically, sending 
erotic echoes bouncing from the great walls. I looked 
nervously down the length of the bleacher and I saw 
Sarah, peering at Ellie around the corner. Sarah 
scurried away as Ellie rose out of the tub. She grinned 
with satisfaction as the water poured down her body.

I stopped to talk with Sarah later. She still seemed 
nervous. I wondered if she was going to say anything. 
She just blushed.

One day Ellie stopped coming. It was the middle of 
August. I assumed that school came back. 

I added checking the bleachers to my morning routine. 
One morning, about three days after Ellie stopped 
coming, I caught Sarah riding the watery spume. She 
stripped off her bathing suit and pushed her little 
pussy into the froth. I stood gawking, and the lattice 
work shifted with a long creak. Sarah looked hazily 
toward me and smiled big. Fierce ripples teased her soft 
tummy and Sarah moaned aloud.

I went home and fucked Becky wild, tore her panties and 
took it from her with every slice of pleasure I could 
discover through her wicked style. Becky truly knows how 
to fuck me crazy. She knows how to scream when she 
comes. I poured my adoration into her fertile womb.

I brought Becky into the club with me, one morning when 
Sarah had taken a day off. She changed into her bathing 
suit and I showed her the hot tub. Becky stripped off 
her suit in a flash and turned on the jets. Water 
splashed my face as I watched the stream's precise 
assault on Becky's little clit, watched the shudders, 
heard the moans. 

I pushed down my shorts and climbed in the hot tub, 
dangling my hard cock in Becky's face. She sucked my 
prick deeply as the moans poured through her. I came in 
spurts over her heated face. 

"Fuck me," she said. I obliged.

Sarah says we're making enough money to stay open, but 
not enough for a raise. I'll work another season. Fringe 
benefits are worth something.


Malinov

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