Jobsite Distractions and The Best Breakroom accommodations.
By Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The difficulty lay in removing the pump assembly from the outer shell. Amy was leaning over the pump, her hands braced against it, all of her weight pressing down on it, to hold it still. Her tits were squeezed out between her upper arms, driving me crazy. I was tugging on the pump, pulling from side to side, trying to wiggle it out, and her tits were responding to my actions by shaking like crazy, making me want to throw everything to the side and gobble them up.
I kept looking up at her as the plastic separated, a few millimeters at a time.
"What?" she asked, catching my eye.
I was honest. "Your incredible tits are driving me crazy."
She giggled and gave a little shimmy. "Oh, these old things?"
"Damn you're hot, woman."
She smiled, then leaned forward, her weight still pressing downward, but about a foot closer. "Hot for my pool-boy."
She was killing me. With a growl I yanked hard and the two pieces separated, almost landing me on my ass.
She laughed out loud. "I see what you mean by incentive. If we get this done by four, I'll let you play with my tits while I'm paying you off."
She left me, with the excuse that she was going to clean up. I started the disassembly, and watched her lay out in the sun, chatting on the phone, completely naked. I wanted to throw the tools aside and jump on her.
At 3:44 I was attaching the last of the bolts. "Done. Now to see if it was done right," I called out to her, mesmerized as she walked toward me, her body glistening in the sun. She was wiping herself down with a towel and casually wrapped it around her waist.
I pulled out my test wiring harness, and plugged it in. With a flick of a switch, the pump came to life. "Ta-da! Three-hundred thirty two dollars, and 3 hours later, we have ignition."
She smiled for me. "The pool company wanted $1600 parts and labor to replace the pump."
"I guess you're getting your money's worth."
"And I imagine it's time to make sure you're rewarded for coming to my rescue."
I didn't have any witty response for her, and thankfully didn't need one. She lowered my shorts, freeing my aching erection. Within a few moments she had me reclining on one of the loungers, sitting next to me, her hand holding my cock.
Her hand glided up and down my shaft, silky soft against my tender skin. She grabbed a bottle of tanning oil, and drenched me, her hand sliding freely. I closed my eyes, as near to heaven as I was ever likely to get. "God, please, let me die now."
She giggled. "Now that would be a shame, since we still haven't gotten to the good part." Her fingers gripped a little tighter, as if trying to draw my essence outward. "I've felt so guilty for the last few hours, seeing you working so hard, that huge bulge in your shorts never going down. You've been hard for me since you got back from the store, haven't you?"
"A lot longer than that," I confessed. "Years longer."
"Then it's about time I did something about it, isn't it?"
I groaned for her, thrusting back against her hand. "This is incredible. Just like that."
"Hard to believe I let you talk me into doing this for you every week for the rest of the summer. Can you even imagine anything like it? Now every single week, I'm responsible for making sure that first we prime this monster of yours, and then we milk it dry."
She moved up the chair, until she was sitting beside my waist. "You've always liked my titties, haven't you, Alex?"
"Always," I managed to groan.
"You can touch them, if you like."
I reached out and cupped her tit in my hand. So beautiful. So perfect. With a loud groan I came for her. She continued stroking me, drawing forth every last drop. "Wow, Alex! You came a lot! Been saving up for me?"
I twitched when her hand cupped my sensitive head and twisted softly. "Since last night."
She reached for a towel and wiped me down, before handing me the rest of my Bud. "I hope I didn't disappoint you. But you better get going if you're going to finish in time to give me another lotion treatment."
It took a good bit longer to get the pump reinstalled. Close to an hour, including wiring and testing. I stood up and called out to Amy who was laying out under the late afternoon sun, watching me, when she wasn't texting her friends. "Done. Time for the test."
She got up, and walked toward me, her naked body still an amazing vision. She giggled as she got closer. "Hard again? Already?"
"Still," I laughed with her.
I leaned over and hit the filter button. The pump kicked on, and I heard the tell-tale hum and rhythm of the priming before the water from the bottom of the pool started to flow into the pump.
"Phase 1 is done. You've got a working pump again."
"Not a moment too soon. I'm overdue for another layer of suntan lotion." She walked over to her lounger, straightened out her towel, and laid down on her belly.
I peeled off my sweaty shirt and walked over to the faucet so I could clean my hands and face. I splashed the water over my body a bit to cool off, then retrieved the suntan lotion from the porch.
Once again I started with the SPF 30 and applied it to most of her back and legs, enjoying the feeling of her skin under my hands. She was quiet, small sounds of satisfaction escaping her on occasion. Then I had the SPF 50 in my hands and I went to work on that beautiful ass.
Her cheeks were full and soft and felt magical in my hands. After a minute or two when I started down her crack, she spread her legs for me, bending one knee outward to expose herself.
I rubbed her soft pussy, feeling the light stubble at the top, teasing her, playing with her. I opened her up bit by bit, tugging on her fleshy lips, slowly insinuating a finger into her. She moaned for me, and I started pressing a second one in with the first.
"Enough, Alex," she managed to gasp, bringing her legs together.
I pulled out, rubbing her sweet ass cheeks one last time.
She rolled over, her eyes intense. "Somehow I don't think that last part was purely necessary. I don't see much chance of getting sun burned there."
I grinned. "You know I like to be thorough."
She gave a small shake of her head, then leaned back for me to finish my job.
I started with the SPF 30 again, working the lotion into her skin, thorough as ever. She was relaxed, eyes closed, letting me caress and fondle her. When I reached for the SPF 50 she opened one eye, watching me. "Not too crazy, Ok?"
I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. "Maybe just a little?"
"A little, that's all," she murmured, closing her eyes again.
I started with her breasts again, leaning over her and playing with them to my hearts content. Her nipples got hard almost instantly, and I tugged on them lightly, wrenching a soft gasp from her sexy lips. I tongued her nipple.
"Alex," she softly warned.
I sucked the nipple into my mouth, ignoring the taste of the sun-screen.
"Alex!" she barked, a little sharper.
I heeded her warning and went to work down below. I made sure her pale white skin was well protected before I moved between her legs. She opened them for me, and I rubbed her softly before venturing to insert my fingers back inside of her. I heard a soft whimper escape her lips, driving me crazy.
I climbed onto the lounge next to her, stretching out beside her, my fingers never leaving her warm nether embrace. She turned and looked at me, as I brought my face closer to her.
"You're being very naughty, young man," she whispered.
"Kiss me."
She closed her eyes and leaned her head closer. I pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her long and deep, my mouth claiming hers, my tongue exploring, while my fingers worked their magic inside of her. "Alex, this is bad," she said softly while she squirmed under my touch.
"I want to taste you, Amy," I confessed.
"Down there?" she whispered huskily.
"I could live down there, my tongue buried inside you."
She moaned, clamping her legs over my fingers, coming for me so sweetly. I eased back, stroking her lightly, showering kisses over her beautiful face.
"We can't Alex. Not now. Dale will be home soon."
"I know. Just remember that when you're thinking of ways to reward me when this is all done."
She gasped slightly as my fingers slid back inside of her. Then she chuckled. "Reward you? That's a reward I'll have to work hard to earn for myself."
She reached out and pushed me away, closing her sweet legs. "Enough. That was very, very naughty of you. I think you'd better get back to work, and I need to start getting ready for his Highness to make his appearance."
She sat up and put her bathing suit back on. "Oh. I guess I didn't need all that lotion after all." She smiled her dazzling smile, and broke my heart for about the thousandth time.
I had disassembled the big filter, and the grids were a mess. I made a quick trip to the pool store for 8 replacement filter elements, another $180 down the drain, and was finishing installing them when Dale Daniels came out to see what I was up to.
"Hey Alex," he called out, walking forward with his hand outstretched. I wiped my hand on my shorts and shook his. "How's school been treating you?"
"Not bad. Got a 3.8 GPA, and making some new friends," I told him.
"Not to mention all those young girls looking to expand their horizons, right?" he laughed. "God, I loved college. Freshman girls. Yum."
I laughed along with him. "Nothing to complain about there."
"I bet. You really think you can get this mess cleaned up in time for the party?"
"I think so. I'll give it my best."
"If you need any help from Aims, let me know. I'll make sure she does her part. Can't believe she let it get like this after all those promises to take care of it."
I felt the urge to defend her. "It's not that bad. The filter and pump are back in top shape. I should have the water cleaned out by tomorrow evening."
"That'll be a miracle. I hope she's paying you enough. This is coming out of her household money, but if she can't cover it, let me know. I'll make up the difference and settle with her. Take it out of her cute little ass if I have to, if you know what I mean."
The man was a pig. "I'm pretty sure we'll be fine, but I'll keep that in mind."
He slapped me on the shoulder. "You do that. Good job here. Keep it up, and I might find some more work for you around the place."
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
I had the chlorinator soaking in a diluted acid bath, cleaning the cells, when Amy made her appearance. She was dressed in shorts and a blouse, but I couldn't help but think of what was hidden underneath it.
She pulled up short, while I rinsed off the chlorinator. "Jeez. Now I know what a sheep feels like walking into the lion's den. You look like you're ready to eat me alive."
"Given half a chance," I told her with a big smile.
"Shhh. Behave yourself."
"You started it."
She shook her head at me. "How are we doing?"
"Pretty much done here. Tomorrow we clean the lines, empty the pool, and scrub it down."
"What time are you going to be over," she asked.
"I figure around 9:00. Got a lot to do."
"Make yourself at home. I'll leave the gate unlocked. I've got a couple of morning errands to run, but I'll be back to help you as soon as possible, Ok?"
"Perfect. I should be able to get a lot done, without a Goddess distracting me."
She rolled her eyes at me. "Whatever. I've got to go in. See you tomorrow, poolboy."
I was waist deep in horrible green slimy water, the pump working diligently to drain the pool, when I heard her make her appearance the next morning.
"Jesus, Alex! How can you stand to be in that slop?"
I was pulling the fish-tape back out of the cleaner line, having spent the morning cleaning the intakes out of their accumulated debris. "You do what you have to, when you have to, so that you can do what you want to."
"And what do you want to do bad enough that you'd be doing that?"
"I'm quite certain you know, my Goddess of the morning."
She laughed at me, as I rolled in the last of the metal tape. "I'm going to go change now, can I bring you something to eat or drink?"
I was slogging my way out of the gunk, and walking back to the intake valves which were half disassembled. "Before you go, can you turn on the water at the faucet for me when I tell you to? Slowly at first, until I tell you otherwise."
I had my Drain King bladder wedged into the pipe, ready to go. "START IT," I shouted out, and she turned it on. I watched the bladder fill and seat itself, stopping the water from coming back out of the pipe. I got up and watched the pool end of the pipe. "MORE," I shouted out. I watched the water start to flow, slowly at first then faster. Pieces of debris start to come out, then a large mass of mystery stuff blew out of the pipe, and water rushed out under pressure. I looked over and Amy was watching the results. "That's it, you can turn it off."
She walked over to me afterwards, while I was pulling out the hose and removing the bladder. "That's it?"
"That was the last of three. All clear."
"A year ago the pool guy wanted $250 to clean those pipes."
"Didn't cost you a penny. I already had the fish-tape and bladder. Lucky you."
"You're a miracle worker, Alex. Have I mentioned that? You are really piling up the brownie points." She gave me a huge grin. "So which bathing suit do you want me to not wear today?"
"Boots, sweat pants, a long sleeve shirt and rubber gloves. And as much as I hate to say it, you're going to have to actually wear them."
"Really?"
"Really. We're going to scrub down the inside of the pool. And we're using muriatic acid, which we are NOT letting touch a single inch of that heavenly body."
She sighed loudly, then turned away from me. For my part, I was still scooping leaves out of the bottom of the pool with a shovel. The water level was down to the point where it was only a few inches deep in the shallow end. I got out of the pool and started prepping the acid wash.
I wanted to laugh when Amy made her appearance, but I valued my life too much so I stifled it. "You look hot," I teased.
"I AM hot."
"Shouldn't be too long," I told her. "Your job is pretty easy. While I wash down the sides with acid, you're going to follow behind and use the scrubber on the wall from the side. When we've finished an area, you'll rinse it with a hose, while I scrub from the inside. We're using a strong acid and the fumes are really bad for you, so you'll have to wear this respirator." I handed her the gas-mask looking device, watching her eyes bulge.
"Are you serious?"
"100%. We'll be done in an hour, and your lungs will thank me for the precautions."
"How come you get to wear shorts and a t-shirt?"
"My skin doesn't matter. Hell, a few nice chemical scars might give me some character. Plus I've done this before and I'll be careful. Notice I'm wearing boots and a respirator too. And I'll be wearing goggles, which you don't have to worry about, if you'll wear your sunglasses."
"Are we ready?" she asked.
"Not quite. I want to get as much of this old water out first." The pump was still draining the bottom of the pool. I was pushing all the debris down to the bottom. "You can spray the sides and bottom to clean them as much as possible," I told her.
We worked at it, and she made sure to hit me with the hose a few times. "Hey!" I barked at her, when she hosed me down pretty thoroughly from just a few feet away.
"Just wanted to make sure there was still a beefcake pool-boy somewhere under that slime-man exterior."
It was only a few minutes until the water at the bottom was only a couple of inches deep. "Get ready to shut off the filter," I told her.
"How?"
"On the panel. Press the button that says 'filter'."
She stood beside the pool panel, and when the water started gurgling at the bottom I told her to kill it.
A few last minutes shoveling out all the old leaves, grime and dirt, and we were ready to go.
"Time to start cleaning. We'll work from the deep end to the shallow, so I don't end up standing in a pool of acid at the end." I had a standard sprayer filled with a 1 to 1 dilution of the acid. I sprayed a swath about 5 feet wide from the top to the bottom, starting in the deep end. The yellow liquid started bubbling immediately, and while she brushed the area, I watched for any stains that needed a second treatment. "Looks good, now the rinse."
While she rinsed the section, I took a long-handled scrub brush to it. A few seconds later we had a bright and shiny section of clean wall.
"That's amazing," she said through her muffled respirator.
"Yep," I was already onto the next section.
The walls only took about 20 minutes, but I was already getting overheated. I imagine she was doing worse.
"Five minute water break, and then we finish this up."
She stumbled over to the porch, removing her respirator, and peeling her shirt off, exposing a pink bikini top. She was definitely red in the face, and sweating profusely. "I'm burning up," she said.
"I know, me too."
"Is all this really necessary?"
"If you want you can leave the shirt off for the next part. Just stay above the acid line and spray toward me. The long pants and respirator have to stay."
"I had no idea it was this much work," she confessed.
"Ounce of prevention, pound of cure," I reminded her. "With luck, you won't have to do this again for a very long time."
She polished off a beer with me, before we suited up and hit the pool again.
Another 30 minutes of me applying acid and scrubbing the bottom, with Amy spraying down the surface behind me, and we were down to the 'beach' entrance, which was the most dangerous for me. The shallow angle of the spray had the acid splashing up on my legs if I wasn't careful. We managed to complete that with most of my skin intact, and from inside the pool we washed all the liquid down to the deep end, around the drains. "Get me the large container of soda ash, please."
She left the pool while I scrubbed the last area. She returned in a minute with container. "What's this for?"
"Neutralize the acid before we pump it out of the system."
I dumped the mix into the standing water, stirred it up, and brushed the bottom again. "Alright. Turn the filter back on, and we'll get rid of this junk."
It was nice to have her doing the running back and forth for me. My arms and back were aching from the continuous scrubbing. I heard the pump kick on and watched the water quickly disappear. I brushed the dwindling puddle toward the twin drains then grabbed the hose and sprayed it down until the last of the water vanished. "KILL IT!"
I heard the pump shut down.
"So, what do you think?" I asked her.
She was standing at the edge of the pool, stripping off the gloves and sweat pants. The respirator was already long gone. "Looks like new."
"Doesn't it? We're two thirds done. It's clean. Now it has to be filled and opened, and we have to test the cleaner."
"Why were we in such a hurry? It only took two days."
"We got lucky. We could have ended up with a serious problem in the lines, or in the filter plumbing and that could have eaten up another day. Also, the water needs to circulate for 24 hours before people can use it and we'll have to tweak the water chemistry tomorrow and Saturday. Still lots of little jobs to do."
"Can we take a break?"
"In a few minutes. Let's get started with refilling the pool. That's going to take a long time."
Luckily, one of her sprinkler settings turned on a water inlet to keep the water level up during the hot season. Between that and the two outside faucets, we had the pool filling as fast as possible.
"Come on in, the water's fine," I told her, standing in the bottom of the pool.
She laughed and joined me, just in time to get sprayed by the hose. "Damn it, Alex! That's cold!"
"I thought you were hot?" I teased.
She grabbed the second hose and sprayed me down pretty thoroughly. "I thought you liked me hot."
I went to her and took her in my arms. "I love you hot."
"That's nice to hear," she said softly, leaning against me.
I kissed her forehead. "What do you say after we clean up a bit, we have some lunch, and then I oil you up nice and good before I start on my next chores."
"Mmm. Sounds like a plan."
We hosed each other down. Amy made me strip completely, and bathed me like a child, determined to get every last remnant of swamp water off of my skin. She was particularly mischievous cleaning between my legs, running the hose right down my crack while she rubbed her hand behind it. She made me sit on one of the built in underwater benches, and stood in front of me, pouring the cold water across my crotch, and running her hand through my pubes, and over my balls and cock. I was semi-hard, the icy water making it a challenge to firm up the rest of the way.
She stepped back, and looked me over. "Much better. There's my handsome poolboy. Swamp Thing is gone at last."
She made us sandwiches while I put away all the caustic chemicals and rinsed off the sprayers and brushes. When she came out of the kitchen she was topless, and looked simply incredible.
She grinned at me watching her. "Down boy. Lunch first."
While we ate our sandwiches, washed down by a Coke, she surprised me.
"I was thinking. I can't stand the thought of you being uncomfortable all day. So I thought that whenever you get hard, I'd take care of you."
I almost spit up my Coke. "That's a hell of an offer but I don't think it'll work."
"Why not?"
"I won't get anything done."
"How's that?"
"You'll be taking care of me non-stop."
She laughed. "No, seriously."
"Seriously. You know I jacked off 4 times last night just thinking about you."
The look on her face was priceless. "Four? Four times?"
"And that was just thinking about you. Yesterday I shot off pretty quick, but somewhere around the fourth or fifth time, it would probably take you half an hour or longer to finish me."
She just stared at me. Then she took a long drink from her cup. "I guess that's just a chance we'll have to take. I bet you're hard now, aren't you?"
"Of course."
She grinned. "Shall we get started?"
"At least let me lotion you up first, or you'll be doing me back to back."
"What are we waiting for?" She stood up and removed her bikini bottoms. "Do me standing. You're way too naughty once I'm laying down."
I stood up and went to her little basket of tanning supplies.
"I want to try 30 all over. I'd like to start working on an all-over tan," she said.
I stood behind her, and rubbed her down thoroughly, working straight down her body. I didn't spend an inordinate time on her ass, as much as I wanted to, but I did go back at the end and work my way over her pussy, taking the opportunity to explore her a bit. When she closed her legs, I knew it was time to move to the front.
"Can I have a kiss?" I asked before starting.
"One. And just a little one."
Her idea of a little one was perfect by me. She settled into my arms and kissed me back firmly and deeply. Then I was back to fondling her, under the guise of applying tanning lotion. I worked from head to foot, making sure her breasts were well taken care of. When I reached her toes, I started my way back up the inside of her thighs.
"If you're going to be thorough, wipe your hands down first. I have enough of that stuff inside me already."
All pretenses aside, I wiped my hands on a towel, then reached between her legs. I pulled her close and she hugged me, while I fingered her until I had her moaning nicely.
"Would you really like to lick me down there?" she asked quietly.
"Please."
"Just a little, Ok?"
I picked her up in my arms, making her squeal, then lowered her onto the lounge. I parted her legs and moved between them, kissing the soft insides of her thighs. She jumped when my tongue brushed across her tender opening. I held her down and sucked on her lips, pulling them out, separating them with my tongue. She seemed to melt into the lounge while I lapped her warm slot.
"Jesus, that's nice," she gasped, running her fingers through my hair.
I spent a long time playing with her. Nibbling her little clit, sucking on her, licking her. I teased her with a couple of fingers, feeling her excitement build for me. The sweetest sounds came from her, sighs, moans, squeals, whimpers, egging me on. Her sudden orgasm surprised me, but I rode through it, my tongue teasing her clit throughout her strong release.
When she relaxed, breathing hard, I finished up, taking a last taste of my beautiful boss.
She sat up, looking at me with obvious wonder. "God, a girl could get used to that."
"Yours whenever you want," I assured her.
"Get those shorts off."
I obeyed, standing in front of her naked.
"Sit."
I did, barely hitting the cushion before her hand was on my cock stroking me. "Cum for me, Alex. Spray your cum on me." She stroked me hard and fast, eager to make me shoot.
All the warm up had done its job. It couldn't have been two minutes later, when I was gasping, trying to hang on, never wanting it to end. "I'm gonna come, beautiful. Where do you want it?"
"On my tits. Shower me."
I stood and turned to her where she was seated. Her hand was a blur, jacking me off. "Now," I warned her.
She slowed her pace and pointed my cock at her tits. Slow firm strokes drained me, and I squirted several ropes across her firm alabaster breasts. When I was done, she rubbed my cock head with her perky nipples, squeezing out every last drop.
"There, that should hold you for a while. Let me know when you need my help again." She got up and started clearing the lunch mess, my cum clinging to her skin.
I didn't have the heart to tell her I could already use her help. I put my shorts back on, hiding the fact that I was still pretty hard.
To be continued.
By Tx Tall Tales for Literotica