A pool boy with extra perks of benefits – 03

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“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 Railey 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 the 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 sweatpants. 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 at the bottom of the pool.

She laughed and joined me, just in time to get sprayed by the hose. “Damn it, Sam! 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. Railey 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 pool boy. The 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 for 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, Sam. 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.

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