I have always loved ladie's bottoms. I can remember as a boy staring at my mother's friends as they bent over picking objects off the floor, leaning over a table,walking with mincing steps in their tight skirts. The shape, the contours, the slope of a woman's ass had enflamed me even then. As I grew older, my passion did not diminish but rather increased exponentially. In university I had an experience which defined my sexual appetites. I worked at the local public pool as a life-guard, upon reflection I realize that I acheived all my badges and swimming certificates becuase of the opportunity swimming afforded me to ogle scantily clad female bums.
Bikini's, one pieces, mattered little to me. Rather it was how the suit framed a girls ass. I loved when the suit rode up the crack and exposed the full delicious cheeks of the wearer. I loved to see women fish their suits out of their ass cracks some delicatley, some surreptitously. Some, without a care in the world, would spread their legs and grab the suit, openly adjusting the material around their lovely asses and cunt lips. If they only realized what such a move did to my cock.
Well, as I was saying, I was in university and working in the public pools. I had done this job for three years and so, I was entrusted with a key. As a junior supervisor, I often had to open and close the facility. This fateful day, I was late with an assignment, there were noisy house guests in my parents home and I needed a place to work. I decided to cart my books to the pool and work in the quiet of the office till I finished my essay.
The pool was in total darkness but as I unlocked the door I noticed that the supervisor's office was lit and Sharon, a fellow guard, and Paul the supervisor were in there. Sharon I knew. She was an ass wiggler. I had jerked off many times after one of her teasing exhibitions. She was the PROUD owner of one of the most spledid bums I had ever enjoyed mentally stripping. She often came to work in short, frayed, cut-off jeans. I swear she had to spray them on. A full quarter of her glorious orbs peeked out beneath the material. She often wore tight spandex biker shorts, or ass hugging blue jeans, or swishy minis and she loved to wiggle that thing in front of the male guards. In the tight confines of the kitchenette she would often squeeze by guard as they got their lunches. Her ass would wickedly rub against an eager cock and she would make some cute suggestive comment.
I stood in the dark and could stare undetected through the large office window. Paul, an easy going supervisor, was speaking in mock anger to Sharon. There was one empty wine bottle and another well on its way, sitting on his desk. "There is money missing from the petty cash, Miss Wallace and you were the only one working tonight. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Sharon wearing a pleated kilt, dropped to her knees and hugged Paul's legs." Oh please, Sir, I'll do anything. Please don't call the police. Please don't have me arrested."
"You deserve a good spanking young lady," he growled.
"Oh sir, just don't tell on me. Do anything you want to me. Do anything to me. Spank my bottom good" As she said this she turned her back to Paul and like a little kitten rubbed her ass against his engorged cock. They were both in obvious lust and I was lost in the senario. I had been a complete ass fiend all my life but this talk of spanking her bottom and her complicity was all mind blowing to me. My soul told me that I had found my fetish. Sharon and Paul were about to feed it.
Sharon leaned over, her palms on the desk and straightened one leg then the other creating a seductive and lascirious movement of her mouth watering ass. " You are not going to slap Sharon's little bottom are you sir?" she purred. " You aren't going to make my poor ass all red like a daddy does are you, sir?"
Her seductive dance continued and she looked with pouty lips back over her shoulder. "You wouldn't hurt me would you sir? What if you make me cry? Oh please have pity sir."
Paul reached onto the counter and grabbed a flip-flop sandal. He flipped her skirt over her sumptuous ass and my breath expelled with such a gasp that I feared they might hear me. Sharon's panties stretched tightly across her bum and then gathered in a suggestive little pocket about her pussy which peaked out from between her thighs. She continued to work her legs back and forth, massaging her own cunt and teasing Paul with her bump and grind.
He smacked her with the slipper.... A loud resounding slap. She wimpered then moaned. "Is that all sir? Is that as hard as you can spank Sharon? Thank you for going easy sir..."He then rained a flurry of blows on her reddening, swelling ass. " Yes, yes , oh please sir." She cried out and moaned and then would torment him with his lack of power. I could not believe how she goaded him into more and more furious blows.
Next, Paul pulled down her panties, I was in ass lover's paradise at the sight. Her pink and red bum, writhing, undulating, deliciously danced before my eyes. Jiggling and quivering with the intense smacks. She opened her legs and exposed herself to more and more punishment. I had not thought this possible. That she found such sexual pleasure in this. I was lost forever in the image. In her demands for more. In her obvious lust. I could tell she was actually cumming from the experience.
"You wont spank my little cunt and sensitive thighs will you sir? Oh please dont do that." Opening wide as an invitation she drove him to punish her there. She sighed, pleaded begged for more and harder all in a feigned plea for him to stop.
Paul soon worked himself into a fever and dropped to his knees. He began to kiss, lick, suck on Sharon's exposed swollen ass and cunt. She turned and stood him up. "Oh sir," she said. "No more spankings?" she gound her hips into his swollen prick. "Perhaps after some more wine." she batted her eyes.
They began to move around the office and I thought it judicious to get the hell out of there. Later that night after three jack-offs and innumerable mental replays. The phone rang and Sharon breathed through the phone..."Did you enjoy the show, sir? I forgot to chlorine the pool. I hope you wont tell on me. Please sir."
My intro to the life was soon carved in stone....