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-=[ Pool Gal ]=-
Christina Benson was a pleasant, attractive 30-year-old.
She was tall and slender -- 5'9" and 120 lbs. with
measurements of 34A-24-34. Her youthful face looked more
like that of a 20-year-old, and her eyes were as blue as the
sky. She wore her straight, blonde hair just above her
shoulders. Her small breasts resembled those of a young
teenager, but her pink nipples were quite prominent. But,
Christina's best physical feature was, without a doubt, her
firm, round bottom. She exercised regularly to stay in
shape, and the results were impressive indeed.
It had been five months since Christina divorced her husband
of seven years. She had grown suspicious of his numerous
late nights "working at the office." When one of her
friends had spotted him one evening at a nightclub hanging
all over some big-titted bimbo, her suspicions were
confirmed. At first, it broke her heart to dump him, but
she new she had to do it. The whole ordeal wasn't a total
waste though. After all, in the settlement she had gotten
the 4000-square-foot house, complete with a full-size, in-
ground swimming pool.
But being single again was providing quite a culture shock
to Christina. Naturally, men were attracted to her, but her
experience with her husband had soured her opinion of all
males. That, plus with her busy work schedule, added up to
many evenings alone for Christina. In fact, she hadn't been
on a date in over two months and she hadn't had sex at all
since the divorce. Often, she lay in bed at night and
masturbated herself to sleep. She desperately ached for
someone to share her most intimate feelings with. . . .
*****
Christina awoke and glanced at the clock. It was already
11:06 a.m. She had stayed up late the night before,
engrossed in the latest novel she was reading. No problem,
she figured, because today was the first day of her week-
long vacation. Her itinerary for the next seven days
consisted of nothing more than total rest and relaxation.
Christina rolled out of bed and headed for the kitchen to
fix herself some breakfast. She was clad only in a sleep T-
shirt that extended just below her shapely bottom. Her
long, smooth legs were displayed exquisitely. Her pert
nipples poked through the thin fabric like acorns.
The weather outside was terrific. There wasn't a single
cloud in the June sky, and the temperature had already
climbed into the low 80's. Christina smiled to herself as
she thought of the relaxing day of tanning and swimming that
lay ahead.
As she sat down at the breakfast table, her T-shirt slid up
and exposed her sparse patch of blonde pubic hair. She
started to tug the shirt back down but stopped when she
remembered there was no one around to see her. She began
eating and stared absentmindedly out the window.
Then, Christina remembered that today was Monday, the day
the guy from the maintenance company would show up to
perform the weekly pool cleaning. This would definitely
interfere with her sunbathing plans. On the rare occasions
that she was actually home when he came by, she could never
bring herself to lay out with him around. She figured that
the sight of her in one of her skimpy bikinis would be too
distracting for him. Besides, he wasn't attractive at all,
and he gave her the creeps.
Christina slowly finished her breakfast and cleared away the
dishes while trying to think of another way to spend the
day. Perhaps she could take in a movie. . . . Nope -- that
didn't appeal to her at all. She could finish the book she
had been reading. . . . No -- she would save that for
another day. Maybe she could go shopping and buy a couple
of new business suits. As she pondered the choices, her
thoughts were interrupted by a loud clatter out by the pool.
"What in the world?" she muttered to herself. She hurried
into the den to get a better view of who, or what, had
caused the racket.
Upon glancing out the window to the pool area, she did a
double take. Carrying a long scrubber brush and hose was a
teenage girl whom Christina had never seen before. She was
wearing cutoffs, a baseball cap, and a turquoise T-shirt
bearing the name of the pool maintenance company. Christina
recognized the shirt as the same "uniform" that the usual
pool-cleaning guy wore. She guessed that he must be sick
and that the girl was there to take his place today.
Christina continued to observe, trying to figure out if the
girl really knew how to clean a swimming pool. She watched
curiously as the teenager wrestled with the scrubber and
hose before getting them hooked up correctly to the skimmer.
Christina smiled to herself at the episode before her, but
decided that she should go out and make sure the youngster
really knew what she was doing. She went to the bedroom,
pulled on a pair of shorts, and went outside.
"Hello." She said coolly as she approached the girl. "I'm
Christina Benson."
"Hi! Nice to meet you. My name is Patsy Richards. I'm
your new maintenance person," she said with a friendly smile
punctuated by pearly-white teeth.
"New maintenance person? What happened to the guy who
usually comes here?" Christina replied with surprise.
"Oh, he quit . . . to take a job in another city, I think."
"I see. So you'll be my pool girl from now on?"
"That's right," Patsy answered, her cute, innocent face
beaming proudly. "At least until I go off to college in
September."
"Are you sure you can handle all the equipment by yourself?"
Christina fought back a grin, thinking back to the girl's
struggles just a few minutes earlier.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Benson, I can do it myself. I've cleaned
pools the past two summers to save up money for college this
fall. I've only been out of school for one week this
summer, so I just need to get back into practice," Patsy
responded matter-of-factly.
"Well, with two years' experience, you sound like a pro to
me," the older woman said sincerely. "By the way, you can
call me Christina. So where are you going off to college?"
"To the university here in town. I'm going to study to be a
veterinarian."
"A veterinarian! Hmmm . . . That will require a lot of
hard work and dedication. Good luck to you," Christina
encouraged. "Speaking of a lot of work, I'd better leave
you alone so you can get started here."
"Thanks, Mrs. . . . uh, Christina. You'll be pleased with
my work. I promise. I hope I get to talk to you again."
They exchanged smiles as Christina turned and walked away.
Whatever concerns she had earlier about the teenager's
abilities were now laid to rest. The pretty girl was
obviously bright and conscientious, and she certainly seemed
to have a plan for her life. Ah, to be a teenager again.
Christina went back inside and headed for the bathroom to
take a shower, still undecided about how to spend her day.
As she stood in front of the mirror, she was shocked to see
that her long nipples were fully erect and clearly visible
through her T-shirt. She couldn't figure out what had
caused them to become so hard, and she blushed at the
realization that the new pool girl had undoubtedly noticed
them.
Suddenly, another realization struck Christina. With a
female cleaning the pool, Christina could sunbathe today
after all. She hurried to the bedroom, her mood vastly
improved. She rifled through her dresser drawer and pulled
out her skimpiest swimsuit -- her black thong bikini.
Hastily, Christina peeled off her T-shirt and shorts. This
bikini was easily her favorite suit to wear for tanning.
She always loved how sexy she felt in it, and it certainly
provided maximum exposure to the sun. As she pulled the
thong up her legs, her breath quickened a bit. The tight
material gripped her pussy like a glove and dug obscenely
into her butt-crack. The thong accentuated the roundness of
her ass and made her legs look a mile long. Next, she
placed the two small cloth triangles over her tiny tits and
tied the spaghetti strings in back. If her nipples were
stiff a minute ago, they were positively throbbing now.
God, just putting this bikini on made her hot! She paused
for a moment to look at herself in the mirror, lightly
running her soft hands over her stomach and breasts while
admiring her dark skin. Despite her blonde hair and blue
eyes, she had always been able to tan without burning. She
turned her back to the mirror and licked her lips at the
reflection of her bronze ass.
Christina grabbed a beach towel, the suntan oil, and a
magazine; put her sunglasses on; and strolled out to the
pool. Patsy glanced up from her cleaning and smiled at
Christina. "Gonna catch some rays, eh? It's a great day
for it!"
"Yes, this weather is beautiful. I hope you don't mind me
being out here while you're working. I'll try to stay out
of your way," Christina said.
"Oh, I don't mind at all. Actually, it'll be kind of nice
to have some company. There's usually nobody around when I
work, and it can get a little boring," the pool girl
replied.
Christina smiled. She noticed the girl had already worked
up a bit of a sweat. "Whew, it's really hot out here.
Would you like something to drink? I have soda, iced tea,
and fruit juice," Christina offered.
"Yeah, that'd be great. Iced tea sounds good," Patsy
answered cheerfully. A fine sheen of perspiration covered
her face.
"One iced tea coming right up." Christina dropped her
tanning paraphernalia on one of the lounge chairs and headed
back inside. Her naked bottom wiggled as she walked.
Christina returned shortly and handed the drink to the
teenager. "Here you are. Enjoy!"
"Thank you. I love working outside, but it sure can get hot
sometimes."
"Well, I have plenty more tea inside. Also, feel free to
take your shoes and socks off and dip your feet in the pool
if you want to," Christina said.
"Thanks, Christina. We're not allowed to do anything like
that, but I really appreciate the offer anyway." Christina
was impressed by Patsy's honesty and politeness.
Christina walked over to the lounge chair, carefully spread
the beach towel over it, and sat down, facing the pool. She
proceeded to apply a liberal covering of suntan oil to every
inch of her exposed skin. She felt herself becoming
slightly aroused as she caressed her slick, taut stomach and
thighs. When all of the pre-tanning preparation was out of
the way, Christina wiped her hands on the towel and settled
back with her magazine. Meanwhile, Patsy had resumed
cleaning the far end of the pool.
Christina casually leafed through the magazine, glancing up
occasionally to check on the pool girl's progress. Over the
next hour or so, Christina's attention gradually shifted
from the magazine to Patsy. With her eyes hidden by
sunglasses, Christina stared intently. For the first time,
she began to notice Patsy's features. She guessed the
teenager to be perhaps 5'7" and 115 lbs. Her dark, curly
hair cascaded down to her shoulders from under the baseball
cap. Patsy's youthful skin was clear and richly-tanned.
The cutoffs that she wore were tight and came to mid-thigh.
Christina gazed at her slim, girlish bottom encased by the
faded denim. The T-shirt that Patsy wore was loose-fitting,
but that didn't hide the fact that her breasts were quite
large and firm. Christina estimated their size at 36D.
They jiggled sensually as she swept the long scrubber up and
down the side of the pool. The 30-year-old had always
envied big-busted women like Patsy. Christina concluded
that the pool girl was, in a word, ravishing.
Patsy steadily worked her way around the pool. As she did,
Christina's eyes secretly followed her every move.
Something strange was happening. Christina felt her nipples
stiffen beneath the scant material of her bikini top, just
as they had done earlier when she had first met Patsy. She
began to feel a warmth inside her body -- but she knew it
wasn't from the sun. As the pool girl came closer,
Christina, somewhat nervously, struck up a conversation.
After a few minutes of small talk about a variety of trivial
subjects, the topic turned to guys. "So, do you have a
boyfriend?" Christina quizzed.
A frown creased the youngster's face. "No. I broke up with
my last boyfriend over a month ago. I found out he was
messing around with another girl behind my back," Patsy
responded glumly.
"Guys will do that," Christina said, shaking her head in
disgust. The two of them certainly had something in common.
"So a pretty girl like you isn't seeing anybody?"
"Nope. I'm definitely available."
The words stuck in Christina's head. Available, eh? Wild,
forbidden ideas raced through her mind. "So, how many more
jobs do you have left today?" she asked.
"You're my last one. After I finish here, I'm done for the
day," the perky 18-year-old answered happily.
"That's great! Why don't you stay and take a swim with me?
It'll cool you off," the thin blonde offered, trying not to
sound too forward.
"Oh, I couldn't do that. I'd be in big trouble if my boss
found out." Patsy responded. "Besides, I don't have a
swimsuit," she giggled.
"You won't get into any trouble. You'll be on your own
time." Christina quickly tried to allay the teenager's
concerns. "Your boss will never know anyway -- it's
completely private back here," Christina stated, alluding to
the six-foot-high privacy fence that surrounded the pool
area. "And I'm sure I can find you something to wear.
Please. You'd be my guest," she pleaded, almost
desperately.
The young brunette gently bit her lower lip. "Well . . .
OK. I suppose it'll be all right. It definitely sounds
like fun!"
"Great! You finish up, and I'll go get something for you to
wear," Christina chirped. She glanced at the girl's large
tits, just a few feet away, and said with a wry grin, "I
seriously doubt if any of my bikini tops will fit you, but
I'll come up with something. I'll be back in a few. . . ."
Christina popped up from the chair and bounded into the
house, her feet barely touching the ground.
Once inside the bedroom, Christina paused to ponder the
situation. Is this really happening? she thought to
herself. Am I actually trying to seduce a teenage girl?
She knew the answer, but couldn't bring herself to believe
that it was indeed true. Christina had never in her life
experienced any sexual feelings toward another woman, and
yet somehow, inexplicably, her sudden desire for Patsy
seemed perfectly natural. Dreamily, she rubbed her pussy
through the outside of her thong, anticipating what she
hoped would soon transpire. . . .
Snapping back to reality, Christina began rummaging through
her dresser, trying to decide on the ideal attire for her
new friend. On one hand, she wanted to see as much of
Patsy's lissome young body as possible, but on the other
hand, she worried that the youngster would feel
uncomfortable wearing something too revealing. Christina
also needed to find something that would hold Patsy's
magnificent tits. The woman decided to throw caution to the
wind and settled on a skimpy red thong that she figured
would show off the girl's slender ass nicely. She also
chose a large, white cotton T-shirt left behind by her ex-
husband. She grinned as she tried to picture the voluptuous
teenager emerging from the cool water with the T-shirt
soaking wet.
Christina laid the thong and shirt on her bed, figuring that
Patsy could change in her bedroom. She then hustled back to
see if the teenager was finished yet. On the way to the
back door, Christina paused. Her mind was flooded with what
seemed like a million thoughts. How would she make her move
on Patsy? What if the girl rejected her? What if somebody
found out? . . . Christina felt as nervous as a school girl
preparing to go on her first date. She composed herself and
headed back outside.
Christina was relieved to see Patsy removing the hose from
the skimmer, indicating that she was nearly finished with
the pool-cleaning. Still wearing sunglasses, Christina's
eyes were riveted to the younger woman's large tits. "How
are you coming along? Just about done?" she asked, wanting
confirmation of what she already knew.
"Almost. I just need to put away the equipment first, and
then I'll be ready," Patsy answered with a smile.
"Great! I picked out a suit for you. When you're done,
I'll take you inside and show you where you can change,"
Christina informed. "You did a great job on the pool. I
can't wait to try it out," she said, giddy with
anticipation.
"Thanks. I'm glad you're pleased," the teenager answered.
"There. All done!" she announced a few seconds later as
she closed the door of the storage compartment. "So where
can I go to get out of these hot clothes?" she giggled. Her
pretty face was flushed and sweaty.
Getting the buxom girl out of her clothes was exactly what
Christina had in mind. "Just follow me," the blonde
implored. As she walked, she made a conscious effort to
wiggle her exposed bottom a little more than usual for the
benefit of the gorgeous brunette following behind her.
Patsy was too busy admiring the interior of the house to
notice Christina's little show, however. They reached the
bedroom and Christina handed Patsy the tiny thong and the
thin T-shirt. "See how these fit," Christina said, hopeful
that the teenager wouldn't have any qualms about putting on
the revealing outfit.
"Whoa!" Patsy gasped, holding up the thong. "I can't wear
this. It won't even cover up my rear end."
"Oh, go ahead and try it on. If you've never worn one
before, you'll love how it feels," Christina cajoled.
"Remember, no one will be able to see you." She walked
toward the bedroom door. "I'll be at the pool. Hurry on
out." She left quickly, not wanting to give the hesitant
teenager any more opportunity to protest.
Christina returned to the pool and began making preparations
for her guest. She retrieved the inflated raft from the far
side of the deck and dropped it in the pool. It was large
enough for two people, and she figured that it would provide
the best opportunity for her to get close to the pretty
teenager. Christina also tossed the bottle of suntan oil
onto the raft -- it just might come in handy. Satisfied
with the arrangements, the slender blonde set her sunglasses
on the lounge chair and dove into the water. She casually
splashed around while she waited anxiously for the pool girl
to return.
Shortly, Christina heard the back door shut and looked up to
see Patsy standing beside the pool. Her heart leapt up into
her throat at the sight of the beautiful young woman. The
30-year-old quickly scanned the front of the teenager's
body, admiring her lean, tanned legs; dark, curly hair; and,
large, firm breasts. To make the shirt better support her
braless tits, Patsy had pulled the shirt tight and tied a
knot at waist-level in the bottom hem. Christina could see
Patsy's huge nipples through the thin T-shirt pulled tightly
over her bosom.
"Patsy, you look terrific!" Christina found her voice and
managed to blurt out. "Does everything fit OK?"
"The bottom is kind of tight, but I'm getting used to it,"
Patsy said. "How's the water?"
"It's perfect. Come on in!"
Patsy needed no more encouragement than that. She sat down
at the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the water.
Even though her breasts were firm for their size, without a
bra they jiggled with her every move. Christina clutched
the raft and observed closely. She was absolutely smitten
with this beautiful creature no more than twenty feet away.
She felt her nipples harden under the water as she thought
of the taboo things that she wanted to do to the youngster.
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