In my last story, I told the tale of moving into a new place and discovering my new neighbor was an old friend and the copulation that followed. Sadly, that one ended with me moving and her going back to baby daddy. This next tale is an experience I’d like to share involving a creature I didn’t think existed… The pool girl.
      Those of us who are familiar with penthouse letters know of the pool boy.  That strapping young man that lusty and lonely housewives pine for every summer, but until I started my new job, I didn’t know there was such a thing as a pool girl. I mean, sure it’s not a gender exclusive occupation, but you don’t usually see a woman doing this job. (Disclaimer:  any one can do any job, male, female, or other. This is just an observation)
       I had only been at my new job as faculty maintenance tech(handy man) for the winter months.  The resort pools were getting ready to open for the Easter holiday and it was my job to go check the area for things that needed fixing. Not going to bore you all with the details, but a good day’s work making sure all was ready.
     I had just arrived to unlock the gates when the pool company’s truck pulled in right behind mine. Oh, what a vision stepped out of that vehicle. Mid height, maybe 5’7″, cute bubble butt, and the company polo she wore didn’t hide the d- cups at all.
       She did the smile and nod and we both went about our respective business. It was maybe 2 or so hours into setting up the tiki style bar when I heard a string of curses coming from her end of the pool area. I looked up to see her run into the bathrooms while cursing some guy’s name.
      Another hour went by and I had finished my work. The pool girl still had me blocked in and she was nowhere to be found. Then I heard her, still fuming, in the supply closet. “Miss, you okay?” I asked. She opened the door and looked up at me. Her makeup running down her face.
       “What?” She growled at me. Oh, I’m so sorry.” She quickly apologized for being rude and tried to clean her face with her arm.
         “It’s cool, I was just going to see if you could move your truck, but if you need a few, that’s fine.” I tried to be as unimposing as possible. “Are you okay, though?” I was expecting a brush off answer like “yeah” or “who the hell are you?” But instead I ended up getting the full story.
         To keep from getting too long winded, boyfriend was caught cheating and pool girl’s friend sent pictures. After the whole story about their relationship and what-not, I could only muster a short but very sincere. “His loss.”
        “What do you mean?” She looked at me as sat down beside her.
       “Well, you seem pretty cool and you’re much prettier than whoever that is in the picture.”
       “Thanks.” Before I could say anything else, she kissed me full on the lips. I sat there very confused as to how that just happened. “You’re sweet for saying that,” she began, “I got mad and now I want to get even.
         Now, I know not to stick my dick in crazy, learned that lesson from my ex wife, but it had been a while and I wasn’t going to argue with her logic. I led her to one of the private family bathrooms that had a lock on the door. Once inside and with door locked, we wasted no time.
        The kisses became more aggressive as we stripped each other. I lifted her on to the countertop and kissed my way down to her chest as she unhooked her bra. Her tits were even more amazing than I thought. Full, very perky, and just a hint of tan line. I greedily kissed and suckled each nipple as she moaned. She started to guide me down her body. I took the hint and kissed my way to her navel. My hands grab her hips and I pick her up slightly so she can remove her black thong.
       I pride myself on my cunnilingus skills. Gentle kisses on the thighs and lips before licking and sucking her clit. Her legs wrap around my shoulders and she pulls my face in closer. I feel her grab a handful of hair as she rocks her hips. She grinds her pussy on my face as my tongue goes from clit to inside herself.
She lets out an “oh, fuuuuuuck” and begins to shudder. Her legs tighten around me and I get pulled in closer to her pussy as she comes.
       She finally released me, her body still shaking. She comes off the counter and steadies herself in front of the mirror. I reach for my pants to get the trusty wallet condom. I gently slide my cock in, and I’m met with gasp and a sigh. I try to start slow, but pool girl wants something else.
        “Dude, just fuck me!” She tells me. With that, I just go for it. I forgo the slow build and begin to ram her at her request. The mirror in front of us giving me a wonderful view of her tits bouncing with each thrust. The only problem with fast fucking is that l don’t last. I tell her that I’m getting ready to cum. She pushes me back and gets down on her knees. She yanks the condom off just in time for me to blast her face.
        She strokes all she can get out of me, the cum running down her chin to her chest. She takes her phone out and snaps a couple of pics to send to her boyfriend. On her last pic, she puts my cock head into her mouth and raises a middle finger (classy).
         Still a mess, she gets off her knees. “Thanks dude, that was fun.” She wipes the cum off her face but leaves the mess on her chest as she gets dressed.
          I didn’t see her any more after that. I asked the current pool boy if she still works for that company, but no answer.