A Young Wife's Tales 02 - Sex Stories

A Young Wife's Tales 02

... pool...

Not another soul decided to brave the heat today. I had the place all to myself. No problem. I picked out a lounge chair and spread my towel over it. Kicked off the sandals and grabbed the oil. Started with the shoulders and worked my way down from there. Being all alone I decided my boobs needed oil too. So I ran my hand inside the bikini top and applied ample baby oil, paying attention to be sure each nipple was well oiled and fully at attention. Down the tummy and a plunge down the front of my bikini bottoms left my full, but neatly trimmed bush, well lubricated. I took my time rubbing that oil in as well.

The oil caused the thin bikini fabric, top and bottom, to cling and leave no doubt as to what was being so thinly veiled. Next each leg received a good oiling. From the butt cheeks peeking from the bikini and down to each foot. One foot propped on the side on the lounge chair, then the other, as I bent over, legs slightly apart, and applied the oil to every square inch of bare (and not bare) skin all the way down to my toes.

Now, pour a margarita in my insulated glass, grab the book from the beach bad, get comfy, and get more tan. As I turned to have a seat on the lounger I saw I had had an audience of one. Oh my. I'm not sure how long he has been there, but he probably got quite the show. And it wasn't even on purpose. (How long did I rub the oil onto my pussy?)

It seems one of the grounds keepers had a chore to do at the pool. I have seen him ...

... around a few times. We have exchanged pleasantries, but nothing more. At least as far as I knew. He may have treated to a window show or two as he passed by our apartment. I sometimes do not know for sure who or even if anyone is watching as I parade in various stages of undress in front of our windows.

I just smiled and blurted out, "where did you come from?" He said, "I'm just checking the skimmers. It's nice to see you again ma'am. Very nice indeed." "Uh, yeah, sure," I stammered back.

Looking at his sweat soaked t-shirt and the bulge in his jeans I said, "you've been working hard I see. Maybe you should take a dip and cool off."

"Not allowed ma'am," he replied as he worked his way around the pool.

I responded, "Oh go ahead. I'll never tell."

With that I sat back the lounger, sitting up slightly, stretched out my long legs, and set one foot on each side of the chair making my legs part all the way up. As I glanced down I could see a bit of my well-oiled bush sticking out the top of my bikini bottoms. Guess I did that when I removed my hand from down there. Oops...

The worker ended up at the foot of my chair. He removed his sweat soaked t-shirt to show his six-pack abs and big pecs. His black skin glistened with his beading sweat under the hot sun. And yes, my eyes traveled to his crotch. His semi-loose jeans revealed a bulge that went what appeared to be a foot down his leg. (Another day I found out it was only 10 inches with an upward curve, Another story for ...