The Lifeguard Stand

Tinder might not be good for a whole hell of a lot of things aside from a random hook up and a chlamydia scare, but occasionally you find a cool guy that makes you remember what dates are supposed to be like: FUN. Kyle was one of those guys. He’d super-liked me, which was flattering, and surprising since I usually only get super-liked by guys I wouldn’t go out with in a million years. Kyle was cute, dark hair, nice smile, and his profile mentioned space, art, and the fact that he wasn’t looking for a relationship so obviously I had to swipe right. His first message to me was nothing short of perfect:

“Hey Meredith, I’ll eat Totino’s and talk aliens all night with you. Just please let me take a picture in your Guy Fieri bathing suit.”

I couldn’t stop laughing. I’d made one of my Tinder profile photos a picture of me wearing a ridiculous one-piece swimsuit with Guy Fieri’s face on it and mentioned loving aliens and pizza rolls in my bio. I always appreciate when a guy pays attention to the goofy things I do and say and not just the way I look. I might not have been looking for a soul mate, but I’m a lot more likely to want to fuck a guy I can hang out and have fun with, and Kyle seemed like he was going to be a blast.

Kyle and I messaged back and forth only briefly before making plans to meet. He suggested oysters (how do all these boys know about me and oysters?) and asked if I knew of a place near me where we could go and that he didn’t mind coming to me since he lived close to downtown, which was at least a 45 minute drive from me in Playa del Rey where I was living for the summer. I suggested Playa Provisions, and he quickly gave me his phone number and said he’d see me there at 8. It’s always a fun feeling to actually be excited for a date. I like when a guy makes a plan and doesn’t waste time going back and forth deciding on a place and time. Our plans were made and set in stone within like four text messages. I was already a fan of Kyle at this point, so I threw on a cute black t-shirt dress and sandals and got ready for our date.

I got to Playa Provisions first and was seated in a corner. I ordered a drink while I waited, and just as the server brought it to me in walked Kyle. I loved his sense of style immediately. Great smile, and a trendy haircut, some fitted jeans and a vintage looking letterman jacket with the sleeves pushed up over a black t-shirt. I noticed the rose tattoo on his hand right away and was instantly like twenty times more attracted to him. “Meredith?” he said as he walked up to the table. I stood and greeted him with a hug, and we sat down and got down to business ordering oysters and rose’ and the conversation flowed as easily as if we’d known each other for years. Oysters and rose’. I swear, it’s like these guys are reading a manual on how to get in my pants.

After dinner we decided to grab another drink at the classic Playa del Rey dive, Prince O’ Whales. If you have ever spent any amount of time in Playa, you have definitely been to POW and you have definitely blacked out there. It’s the quintessential dive bar full of locals and Loyala Marymount kids drinking cheap beers and playing songs on the jukebox. I love that place, and it was the perfect next stop for Kyle and I.  We had a couple of beers and naturally I played Toto’s “Africa” on the jukebox (because duh, it’s my favorite song), and then Kyle went in for the kiss. He was an amazing kisser. We laughed and made out and were generally obnoxious at the bar for a little longer until Kyle suggested closing out and going out to the beach. It sounded like a good idea to me, so away we went down to the totally empty beach around 1am.

We took our shoes off and walked along the beach close to the water, then Kyle stopped, took his jacket off, and laid it on the sand for us to sit on. We started making out, and before I knew it our hands were all over each other. He was intoxicating. He had one hand in my hair as he kissed me while his other made its way up my inner thigh. I never wear panties, and I could see the surprise in his eyes when he realized I had nothing on under my dress.  He smiled and said “no panties huh? Bad girl…” as he started to play with my clit. This was beyond hot. A dark empty beach, the waves crashing in front of us and having the hottest make out session I’ve had in a while, I wanted more. He started working his way down my body and before I knew it I was leaning back on Kyle’s jacket as he ate me out right there on the beach. Fuck, he was so goddamn good at what he was doing, it took me nearly no time at all to cum like crazy.

“That was fun,” he said with a grin when he was done and it was all I could do not to tackle him in the sand.

“I want you to fuck me,” I replied, as he took, my hand, grabbed his jacket and led me to the nearby lifeguard stand. We went up on the stand and made out some more, while I helped him undo his belt and he dropped his pants. I reached down and grabbed his impressive dick that was hard and ready for me, and before I could even try to put it in my mouth, Kyle had me bent over the railing of the lifeguard stand.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked playfully. “Please,” I answered, and he slid in with one hand on my waist and the other with a fistful of my hair.

Holy fuck. His dick was perfect. It felt so goddamn good, and he had just the just right amount of force and rhythm that I came right away. I don’t always cum from penetration and I rarely cum when getting fucked from behind so I was impressed as hell. It didn’t take long before he pulled out and came too, and I was left nearly speechless. We kissed again and all I could really manage to say was “Goddamn.”

While I was still catching my breath, Kyle stripped off his shirt and said “I’m never out here by the beach, I gotta jump in” and he took off, completely naked, toward the water and jumped in. He was so much fun, the exact kind of guy I needed on my roster. Fun and spontaneous with a dick game straight from heaven. I gathered his clothes and waited for him to come back from the freezing water, he jogged up laughing and then used his shirt to dry off before throwing his jeans back on.

He kissed me again. “Can I give you a ride home?” he asked. I laughed and said “yes” and we were on our way. “I had a great time,” Kyle said as we pulled up to my place, “can’t wait to do it again.” One more kiss and I was off to bed, still buzzing from the sex, my serotonin levels so high it was like I’d popped some molly and I drifted off into a deep post-dick-down slumber.

Kyle and I went out a couple more times. I’ve never done heroin or anything, but I imagine it must feel like sex with Kyle did because that shit was amazing. Our between-date conversation was limited to making plans for our next dates, where each time it was as fun as the first. Drinks, great conversation, incredible, animal sex. It was fun and light and the exact perfect kind of friends with benefits situation I needed. After a while I stopped hearing from Kyle, our schedules were both really crazy and I was traveling a lot, so I didn’t really pay it any mind until I heard from him a month or so later.

He apologized for falling off the face of the earth, which to be fair I kind of had too, and said that he’d started seeing someone so he needed to behave. I fully respected that and there were no hard feelings. As most things do, our relationship had run its course and I was happy to have been able to experience it. But you better believe I’m keeping Kyle’s number just in case, because spectacular sex with a really fun guy doesn’t come along every day.

Author: meredithactually

Writer, joke teller, certified trainwreck, and onlyfans creator from Austin, Texas residing in Los Angeles, California.

2 thoughts on “The Lifeguard Stand”

  1. You are my favourite girl in the whole wide world for being sexy, beautiful and kinky out in the open. And don’t giving a fuck. I hope donold gets impeached soon so I can come to America and take you out for oysters date 😍😈

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