Peering over the gate, he saw that the only person by the pool was a young woman he’d never seen before. She was working, vacuuming the pool, and singing softly to herself. Gary guessed she was in her early twenties. Tall and thin, with nice legs and medium sized breasts, she was not dressed for swimming. Faded and threadbare denim cutoffs, cut so short that when she turned Gary got a generous view of her round, smooth butt cheeks, a thin cotton t-shirt that matched the purple bandanna she had tied around her head and a dark pair of sunglasses.
She must spend most of her time outside, Gary thought to himself as he watched her slowly move the long pole up and down the sides of the pool. Her skin was tanned a golden brown. But she wasn’t the stereotypical California girl, as her hair was black, braided into two pig tails on either side of her head. She was cute, with full, kissable lips, and a slightly upturned nose, and Gary wondered who she was. As she hadn’t noticed him, he decided to watch her for a few more minutes. He caught a flash of something metallic, and then saw that she was wearing an ankle bracelet.
She let go of the pole, and letting it rest against the side of the pool, and walked over to a nearby table and chair. Reaching down she picked up a glass and took a large sip, before returning it to the table. There was a towel sitting on the chair, and beside the glass, a smaller towel, covering something he couldn’t make out, and a squirt bottle of clear liquid that Gary assumed was tanning oil of some kind. She glanced his way and Gary thought she’d seen him, but she turned back and said nothing, sitting down on the lounge.
She took off her glasses and set them on the table, and then spread out the large towel on the back of the chair. Stretching, she stood up, undid the bandanna, dropped it on the table, and then, reaching down with both of her hands pulled the purple t-shirt up and over her head, revealing a set of perfectly round and smooth breasts with small areolas about the size of a half dollar and nipples the size of a small finger tip. She ran her hands up from her waist and over her breasts, lingered there a few seconds, and then dropped her hands to her side, sighing loudly as she did.
“Who is she?” Gary thought. A neighbor doing a favor? A friend of Bernie? A student of Joyce’s ? He didn’t think she was from pool maintenance. He smiled at the ridiculous thought. Turning to look back towards the hot tub, she shifted her position, so that her back was to him. She reached to her waist, and unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down her waist, and off her hips. They dropped to the concrete, and Gary felt his cock twitch in his pants. She was gorgeous, her back smooth and blemish free, her ass, round and perfect. He waited, for the moment when she would turn around, so he could see the rest of her, and that was the moment he planned to walk through the gate. |