In the shallows
by Jed --  JedVenturer@yahoo.com
To survive in this pool, it's best to avoid leggy entanglements


The great white shark, sleek and deadly, began his run at the far end of the
shallow bathing area. His powerful tail sweeping from side to side, he
smoothly gathered speed as he approached the unwary swimmers - mere meat,
defenseless before his formidable arsenal. He passed within a few feet of a
knot of prey-animals, who remained blissfully unaware of the deadly carnivore
in their midst.

He turned, his cold eye already fixed on his intended victim. Again he
approached, running silently mere inches above the smooth bottom. His body
passed close to his prey, so close his rough, sandpaper hide brushed against
her smooth, soft skin. On the next pass, he would strike.

The great white shark broke the surface for a great draught of air to the
panicked cries of his soon-to-be victim:

"Tim! You asshole!"

The shark -- Tim -- stayed low in the shallow water, the better to conceal the
hard-on he had gained in brushing against Bunny's legs on his last pass. She
approached in the waist-deep water, stiff with rage and contempt, then thought
better of it and stopped. "You're such a pervert," she muttered, turning her
back on him. It didn't help her demeanor any that he had let his hand trail
across her tight little lycra-covered ass as he had motored past her under
swim-fin power.

Bunny's friends - Meggie, Bonnie and Julie - all clustered around her. The
lifeguard looked on, impassively. Tim re-adjusted his goggles - the better to
check out the butts and crotches of the great white's prey - and submerged
again.

In the silent sun-dappled realm that was the shallow end of the condo complex
pool, Tim cruised unchallenged, rubber swim-fins giving him speed and mobility
unavailable to the normal teenaged boy, plastic swim-goggles affording crystal
clear vision.

He surveyed his school of potential victims, visible from the water-line down:
Bonnie, in a blue bathing suit, with strong thighs, smoothly rounded hips and
a really nice ass. Julie, the gymnast, with fantastic, tautly-muscled legs and
flattest stomach, in a one-piece suit that shimmered in the sunlight. Meggie,
small, lithe and sweetly curved, whose shiny green bikini accentuated the most
inviting pussy he had seen in his short life. And finally Bunny, pissed-off
now, with long, elegant legs, the slim ring-leader of the small posse of girls
Tim considered his rightful prey.

>From beneath the water line, they appeared to him as a forest supple legs and
tight asses in taut-stretched, thin bathing suits. An underwater garden of
fleshly delights - or delightful flesh. Tim gulped air, treading water in the
deep end, and ducked deep for a surprise run.

He dove straight down, ten feet, then along the bottom to the slope leading up
to the shallow end. Skimming above the rough concrete felt like flying;
cresting the rise, he spotted his objectives, and knew they had not spotted
him. Amazing, how unaware girls could be if you took simple deceptive
precautions, such as approaching from far away.

This time he flew straight through the middle of the group, arms streaming
back at his sides as his legs drove him powerfully toward them. As he
approached within a few feet he rose to mid-thigh level, and once in the midst
of the suddenly-scattering girls he shot out an arm.

And hit pay-dirt; he caught a pair of smooth knees and wrapped his arms around
them, continuing to kick powerfully through the crowd. He held his captive's
calves tightly-wrapped in his arms, dragging her a short way through the water
before stopping and letting his feet sink. Her skin was velvety smooth, the
muscles of her calves beneath taut and firm. By the time he stood and released
his prisoner of the moment, Tim was hard.

Once in the air again, he lifted his goggles. Before him stood Meggie, pert
and perky in her green bikini, a knowing look in her eyes as she looked at
him. She eyed him up and down once, surely noticing the bulge in his
swim-trunks. Then she cocked an arm and slapped him across the head, a
sardonic almost-smile on her pouty lips. Satisfied, she turned and swam back
to the others girls. Tim admired the sheen of the sun reflecting on curve of
her ass as she dove.

The girls conferred for a short while, then turned as a group and climbed out
of the pool, long legs flashing in the sun as the water sluiced off their
curves. They sat in a bunch on towels at pool-side, talking low among
themselves.

"I won't help you when they exact their revenge on you," a low voice said from
behind him.

Tim turned. The lifeguard was leaning against the tower that supported her
chair, hands folded under her breasts, legs crossed casually. She had a
swimmer's body, honey-blond hair and dark glasses on. Tim was speechless.

She came to poolside, crouching down and dipping her hand into the water. Tim
sidled up, his gaze fastened to her knees . . . her thighs . . . her -

"Don't even think of trying something with me, pool-boy," the lifeguard said
slowly. "I'll crack you without a second thought."

Then she lifted her own gaze to the gaggle of young bodies conspiring across
the pool in the sharp sunlight. "If you screw with them too much, they'll
smack you," she observed. "I haven't grounded you - yet - for the games you're
playing; keep in mind I'll let them play you, too."

Tim nodded, even more aroused now than before. Then he submerged and swam
slowly toward the far side of the pool, less shark than dolphin now -
harmless, friendly.

The girls looked at him in silence as he rose from the depths to lean his arms
on the edge of the pool. "You guys coming back in?" he asked, his reedy voice
all innocence..

Bunny looked disgusted, muttered "geek", but was otherwise silent. Meggie
crossed then uncrossed her legs, affording him an inviting view of her
silk-covered pussy, arching her back slightly. Julie leaned forward, hands
wrapped around her knees, flexing her ankles in a move that was remarkably
provocative for such a subtle motion. And Bonnie, lying on her stomach, lifted
herself to one elbow and glanced at him critically. Tim had never noticed
before how hard she was - every lush curve in her body was taut with sleek,
smooth muscle. Watching him watching her, Bonnie flexed her stomach and legs,
rolling languidly back to her stomach and grinding herself against the
concrete. Tim imagined himself beneath her powerful and sensuous slow-motion
assault and nearly came into his swim-trunks.

Then a fifth figure rose and walked slowly away from the group, toward the
deep end of the pool. Tim recognized Julie's younger sister, just a kid, but
already coltish with long, thin legs and newly-formed breasts. Tim watched her
walk, trying to imagine her as she would be in just a few years. He turned
back to the older girls to find Julie had frozen in mid-flex, her face gone
cold.

Bonnie rose smoothly to her feet, stood at pool's edge towering over him for a
moment, and then dove over his head into the water behind him. Tim craned his
neck to watch her fly over him, then turned back to see Julie and Bunny slip
into the water on either side of him and swim away. Then Meggie scooted to the
lip of the pool on her bottom. Tim back away just a little as she sat at
pool's edge, her feet in the water; he stood almost between her knees,
watching her with his breath caught in his throat as she straightened her legs
on either side of him, her calves barely touching his sides, then dropped her
feet back into the water. She pushed off and dropped into the pool, bumping
him gently with her body, her smooth thigh rising to apply gentle pressure to
his crotch. She stood there for a moment, head cocked as she looked
challengingly into his eyes, then she slid around him, breasts, stomach and
thighs sliding against him, finally submerging and swimming away.

Tim turned back toward the center of the pool. The four girls were clustered
in the center of the shallow section, swimming lazily the way girls do. The
blond lifeguard was back in her seat at the top of the tower, her face turned
toward him, black glasses in place. The moment seemed freighted with
significance.

He understood that he could join the girls now and start anew; all would be
forgiven. He would be allowed to hang with them on occasion, stare discreetly,
and given time and good behavior - and provided he stayed far away from
Julie's sister - he might get a chance to nail Meggie.

Or he could become the shark again; glide silently beneath the surface to
strike unexpectedly, perhaps pulling one of these lithe and somehow
dangerous-looking lovelies into the deep end of the pool. Where she would be
helplessly at his disposal, smooth legs bicycling as she tread water. He
imagined what it would be like, approaching the supple limbs and vulnerable
softness silently, from below. He imagined it as a shark would, his mighty
jaws opening wide to engulf the helpless, soft morsel . . .

Tim adjusted his goggles and submerged; the shark must feed, if only one more
time.

Down the slope to the deep end again, then circling back up for
reconnaissance, Tim pondered whom to select. Wrestling with Bonnie underwater
would be delightful - she was strong, and would probably give a good fight.
Then again, Meggie would be easy to drag off, and she had the sweetest ass. .
. or Bunny, whose long legs you could wrap around yourself as you came up
underneath her. Then there was Julie, with her tightly-muscled calves, firm
thighs and taut waist. . .

He described a long circle around them, starting his run from the end of the
shallow section, so he would have the most speed possible when he struck. With
luck, his victim would be out in the middle of the deep end, in his grasp,
before she knew what was happening.

He started his run; they were clustered together, unaware of his position, he
was sure. Skimming the very bottom of the pool, he could actually feel the
rough concrete against his stomach. Suddenly the four pair of supple legs
parted, leaving one directly in his path - smooth curves, green bikini bottom
and a nicely indented waist told him that Meggie had won the
victim-of-circumstance award. He drove between the others, ready to catch
Meggie's tender legs in the circle of his arms; he shot past Bunny's slender
legs, and then veered as he realized Bonnie was moving slowly between him and
his prey. With a start of sexual electricity he slid between Bonnie's
athletically-sculpted legs, feeling the smooth skin of her inner thighs with
the hair on his arms; he reached forward as Meggie's sweetly-rounded thighs
came within range -

And stopped. There was a rush of bubbles and water around him, and he realized
Bonnie's legs had closed around his waist, stopping his momentum cold. He
twisted sideways, his hands, incredibly, on her firmly- muscled thighs, his
erection hard and urgent already. She tightened her hold on him, squeezing,
her smooth knees against his stomach and his back, and he feared he would come
into the pool. He got his feet underneath him -

And could not. His legs were tangled, caught and held, and he realized
suddenly that Bunny had come up behind Bonnie, catching both his legs between
hers, and lifting one foot, she had trapped both of his knees in the narrowing
triangle formed between her legs. He kicked experimentally, and she also
tightened her hold.

Bonnie was strong, and she was twisting and wriggling her hips, grinding him
between her thighs; Bunny held his legs tight firmly between her legs, and now
her hands were on him, sliding up his legs toward his crotch. As he twisted in
Bonnie's tightening embrace, he felt another body against his back - Julie,
whose firm and velvety legs were twining around his arms, holding them behind
his back; he could actually feel her pussy against his arm as she pulled him
in close against her. . .

Trapped in the tentacles of a giant octopus, the great white shark thrashed
joyfully, engaged in a death- struggle with a fearsome and implacable predator
of the dark. Almost gently, the many-legged creature consolidated its hold on
the mighty fish. . .

. . . soon the shark realized its danger. Sharks must continually swim or risk
drowning, as they lack the ability to draw water over their gills. To remain
still is to die - and the shark was being held still in the coiling embrace of
the kraken. The shark broke free of the clinging tentacles . . .

Tim lifted his head toward the surface for air, stopping in confusion as his
goggles came off and his face hit a soft barrier. He tried pulling back - no
good; he was held in a velvety vise. Then he realized - Meggie had come close,
and he had lifted his head right up between her legs. His face was pressed to
her taut bottom, he could feel her cheeks pursing against his face, feel her
thighs gently pressing against his face. . .

. . . as the great white shark fought for its life, the gigantic tentacled
huntress of the deep coiled her last two snakelike arms around him, sealing
his doom. . .

Tim knew he might never be in such a position again - captured in the taut and
supple legs of four sexy girls, his face buried in Meggie's ass. But he needed
to breath, and he had luxuriated in his imprisonment too long already; with
real regret he pulled out of Meggie's hold -

But her legs only tightened on his head. Tim pulled his hands loose with
irritation, intending to push Meggie off of him - and found that Julie's
thighs were truly locked around his arms, her muscles rock- hard. Starting to
panic as his lungs began to demand new air, he kicked at Bunny's legs, but her
hold also had hardened, he could get no leverage to push against.

Now his lungs were starting to scream, and he was still under water, and the
girls were all tightening their legs around him. Tim thrashed and twisted in
deadly earnest now, angry and frightened. The surface was mere inches away, he
could see the bright silver margin between water and blessed air above him,
but he was helpless to reach it, truly trapped in the implacable embrace of
eight-legged predator these four girls had become.

Sigourney sat in her lifeguard's chair, keeping a wary eye on the knot of four
girls and the stupid doofus who would not leave them alone. The kid had been
circling them with his swim-fins and goggles all afternoon, and she knew the
girls were annoyed with him. She watched him slip beneath the surface, and
figured he had decided not to heed her warning. She resolved to haul his butt
out of the water for a time- out if he tried anything funny -

A cry and a splash from the deep end drew her attention. Someone had fallen in
- a young girl, little sister of one of the girl-gang in the shallow end.
Sigourney leaped to the concrete deck and efficiently fished the girl out from
the edge. The kid was okay - scared more than anything.

>From poolside, with the shivering girl sitting on the edge catching her
breath, Sigourney cast a glance back toward the shallow end. The four girls
were clustered there, dancing in place, but there was no sign of the swim-fin
kid. Relieved that he had given up and gone home, Sigourney turned her
attention back to the clumsy little girl at hand.

Only seconds remained before his lungs would explode. Tim's struggles weakened
as the inexorably tightening embrace of his captors seemed only to strengthen
with his panicked thrashing. "The female of the species is deadly," he thought
dimly, even as he luxuriated in the silky softness of their skin, the sensuous
intimacy with which they wrapped themselves around him. So beautiful, so
alluring, and so deadly, as they coolly held him in place to drown.

Finally he could contain himself no longer. His lungs exploded upward and a
great gout of air rushed out, bubbling and boiling up around Meggie's slim
figure, as his loins exploded and he came into his swim- trunks, bucking and
thrashing in a final spasm.

There was a moment of hard, bright agony as water flooded into his lungs - he
choked, coughed, but only water came in as his lungs spasmed again. He looked
up, past the gentle curve of Meggie's ass, to see the silvery liquid sky come
rushing down at him, and as it smashed into his brain there was finally no
pain, and he ceased to exist but for the sensation of Meggie's inner thighs,
so soft, so strong, and so deadly, gently but insistently delivering the shark
to his death.

Sigourney returned to her chair, adjusted her sunglasses. The four girls were
once again sitting at pool- side, excitedly conferring about young teenaged
girl-stuff. Of the strange boy, no sign - a good thing, in Sigourney's mind.
She briefly tried to remember what it was that so occupied the minds of girls
that age, and gave up - it was too long ago, five years for her at the least.
She turned her attention back to her job, the preservation of life in the
pool, wearing her shades, and looking good. She was good at all three.