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POOL CLEANING DAY I woke up late Tuesday, and suddenly remembered it was pool-cleaning day. I could hear the locusts, and knew it was going to be another hot day. I put on a jockstrap and my swim trunks, the black denim ones made like shorts with the Red Cross Swim Instructor’s badge sewn on, and dug around in the bottom drawer for a tee shirt that wasn’t full of holes. A pair of tennis shoes, and I was dressed for the day. On my way to the back door, I stopped and grabbed the pitcher of OJ from the refrigerator. Looking out the kitchen window, I saw that both cars were gone. Good, I thought. Mom and Dad are both working today. I can drink from the pitcher. So I tipped it to my mouth and took three big gulps. Putting it back in the fridge, I grabbed my car keys and headed for the door. Then I thought, It’s silly to use the car just to run across the street and up that long driveway to their house. I’ll just ride my bicycle. I went out the back door, and snagged a dry towel off the line. Holding it by one corner, I twirled it into a loose roll, and tied it around my neck. Then I got the bicycle out of the garage, and checked the air in the tires. The rear one was a little soft, but I figured it would do for the short ½ mile up to the Berk’s house and back. When I got there, I went right ‘round to the back of the house. No point in going to the front door, I thought. The pool’s back here, and if Mrs. Berk wants to tell me anything, she’ll see me from the bedroom or the kitchen. I took the towel from around my neck and threw it over the back of the chaise. I took off my tee shirt, and dried the back of my neck before I threw it in a heap on the chaise. It really was going to be a hot day, I could tell, because even that short ride had built up a sweat. I sat on the end of the chaise and started to take off my shoes, but the concrete felt hot on my bare foot, so I put the left one back on, but left the laces untied on both feet. Then, as I stood up, I thought, Oh yeah, Stupid. That’s just what you need. Trip yourself, and get knocked out and fall into the pool with no one around to fish your ass out. I stooped over and tied my shoes. I am getting a little ahead of myself here, I guess. This Sex hikayeleri was the summer of 1962. I was 18 and had just graduated from high school. I was working odd jobs, mowing lawns, and helping the neighbor, Jim Parks, as a mason’s tender, when he had small brick and stone jobs. Mrs. Berk had asked last year, after I earned my instructor’s certificate, if I might be interested in taking care of her pool this summer, and giving her kids swimming lessons, in exchange for being able to use it. Being a typical eighteen-year old, I had jumped at the chance. The kids were a kind of a pain, but I had been babysitting them for the past four years, and pretty much knew how to control them. Jeffery, the eldest, was 8, and was basically a good kid, so long as you kept your thumb firmly on top of his pointy little head. His sister, Jennifer was just 6, and wanted to please everybody. She was a real loveable kid, and Conrad was only 4, so he was easy to deal with. I had once seen Lane Berk in a bathing suit, and even though she was older than I by twenty years or more, I thought she was still pretty hot. Her husband, Bern was a little daunting, though, so I was always careful to keep my thoughts and my glances to myself whenever he was around. So there I was, getting ready to clean the pool, when I heard a car pulling into the drive. Figuring it was just the maid arriving by taxi, I kept right on, at what I was doing. I opened the hatch, and was pulling out the filter to hose it off, when I heard Mrs. Berk say, “Well, sleepyhead. I’d have thought you’d have been here earlier, to try to beat the heat.” I stood up, and turned around to face her. She was wearing a white sundress with big blue flowers on it. It reminded me of a Hawaiian shirt, only with boobs and a halter-top. The neckline was open in a deep vee, and I really wished she’d sit down, so I could get a look at her breasts. It didn’t look like she was wearing a bra. I thought I could detect a hint of nipples, but the folds of the dress made it uncertain. could feel a familiar tightening in my crotch, and was glad that I was wearing a jockstrap. “Yes, Ma’am, I would have, but I stayed up late last night, listening to the Sikiş hikayeleri Harley Show on WBAL, and after that, the Modern Jazz Hour on WFBR, so didn’t get to sleep until 1 this morning. I heard a great new record called ‘Bags and Trane’. Milt Jackson and John Coltrane. Next week, after I get paid, I’m going to go to Towson Records and see if they have a copy, or can order it for me. Where are the kids? I figured they’d be out here by now, bugging me to hurry up and finish, so they could swim.” “I just got back from dropping them off at their grandparent’s house. Bern and I decided we needed a break from parenting for a few days. He was going to take today off, but got an emergency call from one of his patients who broke a molar. I told him that you’d be over today to clean the pool, so he decided to work today, and take the rest of the week off, instead of going back into the office on Friday.” “Well, that makes sense,” I replied. “Might as well string a couple of days off right into the weekend. I’d better get back to work. I don’t think this filter is gonna hose itself off.” “After you get done cleaning, I think I’ll come out and take a dip myself,” she said, as she turned to go into the house. I watched her walk to the bedroom door, and wondered if she’d be wearing the white swimsuit I had seen her in last summer. A slight breeze caught her dress, and it clung to the backs of her legs as she walked away. Man! I thought. She has a great ass. My cock was definitely beginning to harden now, and I adjusted the jewels before I went back to pulling the filters out. I hosed off all the white junk on the filters, and put them back in, and added some diatomaceous earth to top it off, then closed the hatch. Then I tested the water for pH. It was well within range, so I didn’t add any chlorine tablets. I made a mental note to tell Mrs. Berk to add some tonight, after everybody was done swimming for the day. Then I uncoiled the hose, and commenced the drudgery of vacuuming. Fortunately, the pool wasn’t too bad; I didn’t have to do any scrubbing, or make double passes. I thanked my lucky stars for that. It was getting really hot, and I was dripping sweat. I could feel the Erotik hikaye droplets run down my back and into the crack of my ass as I worked. Charlie Parker’s tune, Scrapple from the Apple was running through my head, and I was whistling as I pushed the vacuum head to and fro across the bottom and walls of the pool. I had just finished the shallow end, and was beginning to take in the hose and coil it when Mrs. Berk came back out the bedroom door. She was wearing the white suit I remembered, and carrying suntan lotion and a huge towel. (Being a kid of modest income, I had never seen a full-sized bath sheet.) “Oh, I see you’re just about finished,” she said, as she spread her towel over the second chaise, “I’m going to go make myself a drink. Would you like one?” “Yes, Ma’am,” I replied, “It gets plenty thirsty out here in the sun, and with the pool water right there, it just seems worse.” “Well, I’ll bring you a glass of water for that. I don’t think you ought to try to quench a big thirst with gin and tonic,” she said, and then winked. I stood there, dumfounded. Gin and tonic??? And did she just wink, or is my imagination playing tricks on me? Although my mind was racing, I retained enough presence to simply say, “Thank you.” I watched her back as she walked to the kitchen door, and went inside. What is going on here? I wondered. Is what I think is going to happen, going to happen? Damn! I finished putting the hose and vacuum head away, and all I could think about was that ass in her white one-piece bathing suit, and she WINKED at me! In a few minutes, she reappeared at the kitchen door, carrying a tray, with two-pint glasses of gin and tonic and a glass of ice water with lemon in it. “Do me a favor, and come in and grab my cigarettes and lighter off the kitchen counter,” she said. “I forgot to put them on the tray.” She stood in the doorway, holding the door, as I walked over. I started through the door, and she said, “Oh, and grab an ashtray out of the cupboard over the sink, too, if you don’t mind.” I went into the kitchen and got the things she asked for, and went back out by the pool. She had set the tray of drinks on the table, between the chaise lounges, and was lying back on one. She said, “If you want to take a dip to cool off, you may as well stick around. There isn’t anything going on today. No one is coming, and if you want to stay and swim, that would be fine. I know you’re only 18, but I assumed you’d like a gin and tonic.
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