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Mister Pool Man
Tanya lay back on the pool raft and let herself spin in the water. The slight breeze blew over her barely
clad body, bringing a slight chill to her nipples as it cooled the wet bikini
top. She smiled as she felt her
nipples grow stiff and poke out through the fabric. She knew this would get his
attention.
She watched him, knowing that he couldn't see her eyes through her
mirrored sunglasses. She was free
to stare at him and measure him up.
She loved to tease the pool men.
It was fun. Ever since she
first developed she found it amusing to "accidentally" prance around in a bikini
while they were there. This one was different, though. Well, actually they both were. Tanya was now well of legal age. She
turned nineteen next week, and he. . . well, he never watched her. She had never had this happen
before. He never watched her at
all, and he never went out of his way to try and get a peek at her. This annoyed and intrigued
her.
He was a good-looking man, maybe in his mid-thirties. His body was muscular and lithe, not the
work out kind of muscles, but rather the kind of muscles that come from hard
manual labor. He was so blue collar
it was amazing. Tanya dipped her
hands into the water so she would stop spinning, and she was directly facing
him.
She was a knockout. Her
C-cup breasts were perfect and firm.
Her long legs and short blonde hair was the envy of many girls. Her face
was pretty in a cute way, sorta cuddly and a little chipmunk-cheeked. She knew she was attractive, and she
could get most any boy at college.
That was the operative word of course, "boy". She didn't want a boy. She wanted a man.
After she sat there staring at him for a good four or five minutes, he
looked up. She nearly tipped over
in the raft. His eyes were like
blue crystal, so light and pale they almost seemed to shine with a metallic
sheen. His face was rugged and
tough looking, his beard the standard five o’clock shadow. His eyes, however,
were really something else. They
were sad and yet sexy, innocent and yet they had seen sin, of that she was
sure.
He smiled and went back to his work. Tanya felt her pussy getting wetter
by the second. This was a man. This is what she wanted. .
.