Saving the Pool
When the economy threatens to close their pool, two lifeguards discover an unexpected way to keep it afloat
About this story
Planet Nude’s Stories section publishes original fiction inspired by naturist life and culture. While grounded in real experiences and recognizable settings, the people and events in these stories are fictional unless otherwise noted.
Today’s story is the first in a three-part series by Eric Founder, originally published on Naturist-Fiction.com and lightly edited by Planet Nude for clarity.
Everyone at the North View Aquatic Center knew that because of the economy, times were rough, but most had been slow to catch on. Swimming lessons registration was down 50%. Free swimming session attendance was down at least 25% despite a reduction in the prices.
Stephen had noticed it first. Of all the lifeguards, he was the only one who used a tracking method actively. His technique was to basically track in his mind where everyone was, so he would notice if a client was missing, and thus possibly drowning.
He had learned it by first being a lifeguard on the public beach, but it was rather overkill for a four-foot-deep indoor pool.
But it meant he was the first person outside of management to realize that there were fewer clients as the weeks went on.
When management called a meeting of all the employees on a Monday afternoon, Stephen knew something was wrong.
Heather, who was usually teamed up with Stephen, also had doubts about the financial stability of the aquatic center, but her reasons were entirely different.
Unlike Stephen, who became a lifeguard to save lives, Heather mostly wanted to give swimming lessons. She loved first taking kids into the water when they were young and hoped to follow them until they were expert swimmers years later.
Richard, the aquatic center manager, had thought most of the other employees would have noticed the reduction in hours, but he also overestimated them.
Apart from Stephen and Heather, who really had a calling for being lifeguards/swim coaches, all of his other employees showed up for work every day solely because they were being paid for it. Most, like Shirley, became lifeguards simply because her parents paid for swimming lessons until she was certified and she took a lifeguard job because it was easier and better paid than working at a fast food store.
Hey, Matt even admitted he only took the job because it was so easy. Nobody ever drowned in the pool and he never spoke to the clients. It was only when his paychecks no longer paid for beer on top of his usual expenses that he began realizing there was a problem.
So, when Richard announced on that fateful Monday afternoon that he was looking to cut two of the eight employees but without being able to really increase the hours of the others, Matt was the first to volunteer for a “retirement package,” as he called it. Jenna was the second to volunteer.
Once they left, Richard explained a few changes to the operation.
He mentioned that from now on, Saturday evenings would be only for private events.
It had been years since he had been able to make Saturday evenings popular, with people preferring renting a movie to a swim in a pool.
Richard explained he had signed a contract for renting the pool the first Saturday of every month to a local naturist association and that they had an option for the third Saturday if attendance was high enough. The swimming time was a total of three hours, which meant four hours of paid time for the two lifeguards on duty.
Richard made it clear that the contract stipulated that the same two lifeguards would need to be assigned during every session — one and perhaps two Saturdays per month.
“Let me make this clear folks”, added Richard, “every single person in the pool will be naked, but you will keep your bathing suits on. You don’t have to remove it.”
The selection was easy. Only three of the employees volunteered: Heather, Stephen and Jake, but everyone knew that Jake mostly became a lifeguard to look at pretty girls in bathing suits. He was definitely not suitable for an event where the girls didn’t even wear one.
Shirley didn’t want to waste her Saturday evenings at work, while Tom and Gina simply felt uncomfortable with nudity.
While Heather didn’t really think about her new assignment until the first fateful Saturday, Stephen thought about it almost constantly.
He was worried he would lose track of where everyone was if there were too many attractive nude women. He was worried his bathing suit would show an erection. Of course, he was worried about, well, almost everything, including meeting people he knew.
It seems Stephen had the right attitude, since at 6:25, when he arrived at the center to prepare the evening, he found Heather locked into the management office, shaking.
“What’s going on?” he inquired.
“I can’t go out to the pool. They’re going to be naked. I can’t.”
She was almost in a state of panic. Stephen slowly calmed her down and suggested she put on her bathing suit and wait by the pool. He volunteered to handle the admission, the opening, and the management to give her time to cool down.
After a little reassuring, Stephen changed into his own bathing suit but kept his t-shirt for the moment, like he usually did to welcome clients.
At 6:35, there was a knock on the front-door from a man in his fifties, carrying a folding table and a metal box.
He introduced himself as Mike, the coordinator of the event. He explained he would be the one handling the money and he gave two tickets for Stephen and Heather. “We do a fifty-fifty to help finance our activities. To thank you for the night, here is a ticket each”.
Stephen thanked him and left him to set up in the hallway. He walked to the side of the pool to see how Heather was doing.
Presently, she was sitting beside the pool, with her feet in the water. She looked calm and reassured Stephen that she was better now, that she just had an anxiety attack, but in reality, she was still trying to calm herself as her heart was still beating fast.
When Stephen came back into the lobby, he saw that a few people had already arrived. He nodded at them, realizing that most of the clients were single men. Several were in their fifties and forties, with a few in their thirties and one or two in their twenties.
There was also a family with two young children. The mother looked rather attractive to Stephen, who realized he would see her completely naked in a few minutes.
When he saw the entire family go into the women’s changing room, his first reaction was to explain it was only for the women, but he then thought it was possible that since they were just undressing, it didn’t really matter.
Meanwhile, Heather had her first swimmers. She was worried since all of them were older men. Soon enough, the family Stephen had spotted arrived, followed a few minutes later by another family with an eight-year-old daughter.
A few older couples completed the list and by 7:30, Mike had locked the front door, undressed, and joined his friends in the pool. Overall, there were thirty-four clients present, which made the night a financial success for the association.
Heather made a friend in the eight-year-old girl, Cassandra, who initially contacted her to ask permission to use the various toys on the side of the pool. The lifeguard slowly bonded with her and her parents.
Stephen, on the other hand, did have plenty of problems with his active tracking method, which had his eyes surveying the two mothers a lot more often than the middle-aged man playing water-polo on the other side of the pool.
After a few minutes of feeling inadequate both as a lifeguard and as a decent human being, he walked to the other side of the pool only to see the water polo match. He knew Heather was covering the children already, and thus, the two attractive women of the night.
With only three kids, the pool was rather quiet. Sure, the water-polo made a lot of noise, but both Heather and Stephen noticed that they could hear a lot of the conversations, which they normally were unable to do even with fewer clients present.
What neither really realized until much later in the evening, is that after only a few minutes, they were used to the settings and no longer affected by the public nudity of the clients.
Around 8:30, both families left, roughly at the same time and at 9:30, only a few of the clients were left in the pool, most of whom were just relaxing in it.
One of the thirty-year-old men decided to start a conversation with Heather as to what her reaction to the evening was, but she felt like he was only trying to flirt with her and kept her answers as short as possible to indicate her lack of interest in having a conversation.
At 9:55, Mike signaled to the remaining three single men and two middle-aged couples it was time to leave, and without any complaining, the pool was emptied in less than a minute.
While they got dressed back up, Stephen and Heather cleaned the side of the pool, but since only three kids had been present, few toys were taken out of their storage.
A few minutes past 10:00, Stephen and Heather were left alone in the pool center, both lost in their thoughts as to what had just happened to their respective lives.
Stephen was wondering how he would react if a hotter woman showed up the next time, but Heather was mostly wondering how the various clients reacted to the fact that, unlike them, she wore a bathing suit.
Lost in her thoughts, Heather realized that neither Cassandra nor her parents had seemed preoccupied by it. Perhaps they were simply used to it.
During the next week, almost all of their co-workers harassed them with questions, even Richard, but their questions varied severely from one another.
Richard, the manager, was more preoccupied by the profitability of the event. If the association didn’t have enough visitors, it would reduce the chances of renewal. Jake was, of course, obsessed with the women and how it felt to see them naked. He even questioned Heather, who sighed in lieu of actual answers.
Gina wanted confirmation from both Stephen and Heather that the event was a cover for sexual activities or, at least, severely gross. Shirley was mildly curious, but mostly wanted to know how Heather felt in front of all the nude clients.
To her own surprise, she had to admit it wasn’t that bad and that most of her problems were caused by fear before the events and not by their actual nudity.
Tom on the other hand, went on with his life, pretending like last Saturday didn’t happen.
Oddly enough, by the time the month ended, no one was thinking about that first Saturday evening. Sure, it was on the schedule, but it was only marked as a private event.
Still, when the second event occurred, both Stephen and Heather had a clear idea of how the night would proceed. This time, however, they were a lot better prepared.
Heather didn’t have cold feet and instead, waited by the pool patiently for clients to come in. Stephen coordinated with Mike and guided people to the two changing rooms.
Once the line had been mostly processed, he joined Heather by the pool, where there were already over fifteen clients, most of whom were still installing the water polo net.
Heather saluted Stephen, who took the gesture as a sign that everything was fine. Heather, however, had gestured to him mostly to convince herself that everything was fine.
She was definitely feeling better than the first week, but it’s only when Cassandra talked to her that Heather actually managed to relax.
Not only did the two families from the first week return, but two additional families were present, including a young couple with a two-year-old son and a six-months-pregnant mother.
Once again, Heather focused on the familial side of the pool while Stephen focused on the water polo match.
At first, Stephen wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get an erection seeing the various younger women present in the familial side of the pool, but after a little while he managed to bond with a few of the men playing water polo.
On the third event, attendance was once again rising dramatically, with four additional families, a few more couples, and even two single women.
At first, he found it odd that there were so few new single male visitors, but Mike explained that they simply were early adopters. It’s on that night that Mike announced their intention of activating their option for the third Saturday of the month.
That week, Heather received a new student at her mid-season Wednesday early evening class: Cassandra joined her group, this time wearing a nice pink bikini.
For the classes, parents had to accompany the kids, and Stephen found it odd to see Cassandra’s mother, Susan, in a one-piece bathing suit after having seen her three times without any clothes on.
But he certainly didn’t complain when Richard confirmed to the entire staff that thanks to the mid-season classes filling up nicely and the private events occurring two nights per month, the pool was once more in the black financially. 🪐
Editor’s note
“Saving the Pool” first appeared on Naturist-Fiction.com on November 16, 2009. Writing under the pen name Eric Founder, the author has published original naturist fiction there since 2006, both on his own and in collaboration with his now-adult daughter.
This story is the first in a loosely connected trilogy following Heather, a young lifeguard, across a single hard economic year. The two installments that follow will run in Planet Nude’s Stories section over the coming weeks. We’ve lightly edited the text for clarity and continuity.
You can find more of his work at naturist-fiction.com and ericfounder.com.
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