DAY AT THE POOL   
      
      
       The mad twittering of a goldfinch staking his claim to a   
      branch outside my window heralded the arrival of a new day.   
      It was destined to be another scorcher, from the early morning   
      warmth, cloudless hazy sky and rising humidity, I gathered.   
      I rolled lazily out of bed, stretched, and shuffled into the   
      bathroom. "Nice hair," I thought, yawning, as I passed the   
      mirror and saw the reflection of my matted and splayed mane.   
      I turned on the shower and waited for the hot water to snake   
      up through the labyrinth of copper tubing leading from the   
      basement to the second floor. A few adjustments and I hopped   
      into the shower.   
      
       By the time I got out I was fully awake and alert, ready to   
      face a new day without a job. I had the dubious fortune to   
      graduate from college at the nadir of an economic downturn   
      during which no one was hiring, even people with engineering   
      degrees. Still, I had a small income from doing odd jobs, so   
      I could afford to eat and more or less keep my tired station   
      wagon on the road, but I was pretty sick  of playing the   
      role of the starving now ex-college student. Something had   
      to break.   
      
       As it was Tuesday, I had to go clean the pool at the   
      apartment complex where I lived. While I was out of work and   
      while the regular pool guy was laid up with a broken leg, I   
      managed to finagle my way into cleaning the pool for   
      spending money. It usually ended up being spent on wine and   
      beer and gas, or brakes or whatever I needed to keep my   
      jalopy on the road. I really didn't mind keeping up the   
      pool. It was easy enough, certainly, allowed me to be   
      outside and enjoy the sun and to keep up my tan. I have the   
      good fortune to have the sort of skin that tans very easily,   
      holds the color for a long time, and rarely burns.   
      
       I walked down to the pool and it was dead quiet, as it   
      usually was at 7 am. Later in the day it would be a   
      madhouse, with children running and splashing and calling   
      "Mommy! Mommy! Watch this!" I listened to the birds as I got   
      the vacuum hooked up. It was going to be a truly glorious   
      day, I decided, looking at the sky and feeling the warmth of   
      the sun on my face, even at this slight angle of the sun. I   
      began to sweep across the bottom of the pool, picking up the   
      detritus of a couple days of frolicking along with a few   
      coins and other junk. It didn't take long before I had my   
      shirt off, and a light sheen of sweat on my torso.   
      
       The clanging of the gate got my attention. "Shit!" I looked   
      up at young professional woman in a cotton cover-up, who   
      looked back at me with the eyes of one who desperately   
      wanted something. "I forgot my key. Actually, I left my key   
      because the lock was broken, but now it's not." I strolled   
      over to the gate and let her in. "Thank you," she responded   
      with genuine gratitude. "No problem," I offered as she   
      walked past; I kept my eyes glued to her fine ass. Yum.   
      
       She deftly stepped out of her cover-up and this bikini clad   
      beauty was truly a sight to behold. What a way to start the   
      day, I thought, and suddenly being behind a desk didn't seem   
      so important. She dove in off the board directly, and began   
      to swim some laps. I vacuumed the shallow end while she got   
      in her exercise, but I kept an eye on her the whole time   
      without being quite so rude as to stare. She was really   
      something, all right. Her technique was flawless; perfect   
      rotation, effortless breathing, smooth entry. She must have   
      had some training. Watching her body slice through the water   
      it seemed almost erotic, although at that point anything   
      could incite a rampage of hormones. She got out after a   
      dozen laps or so. I happened to be standing near her towel,   
      so I picked it up as she walked towards. Her nipples, rigid   
      to the cold, arrived before she did. I could just make out   
      her dark aureoles beneath the orange suit; it was all I   
      could do not to stare. Such ripe, full breasts jutting   
      proudly from her chest; I really wanted to touch them, to   
      feel them in my mouth. She took the towel from my   
      outstretched hand and thanked me. "Beautiful day," she   
      sighed. "I'll say. Now's the perfect time; it's not too hot,   
      and it's quiet down here." We exchanged a few more light   
      pleasantries and she let herself out of the pool area. I got   
      back to work.   
      
       Before long the pool was clean and I had errands to run. By   
      the time I got back from running my errands, it was already   
      90 and the sun was beating almost straight down from the   
      sky. I was hot and sweaty and bored, so I got into my suit   
      and went down to the pool. Plenty of women with young   
      children chattered pleasantly with the occasional reprimand   
      to a running or splashing child thrown in for variety. And   
      the teenagers were back. It was torture for me, watching   
      these young, nubile bodies ripening in the sun. They ranged   
      in age from around 14 to maybe 17. There were a half dozen   
      of them, and they were all into the sun worship thing. And   
      babes! Every one of them had something to offer the eyes.   
      What I wouldn't give to be in a naked pig pile with them.   
      Ahem.   
      
       I took my place on a lawn chair where I could view these   
      lovelies without being obvious about it. The strawberry   
      blonde began to oil the brunette with the long French braid.   
      How I longed to do the same! And not a one of the girls was   
      flat chested. Not they were all stacked or anything,   
      but each had an inviting amount of flesh just begging for   
      the attention of my hands or mouth. I wished. These girls   
      didn't even notice me, or so I thought. I watched over these   
      girls for the next hour or so. Every feeling I'd had as a   
      teenager came rushing back. I felt almost wistful about the   
      whole thing. Then a few kids engaged in horseplay splashed   
      me, and one of them tripped over my chaise. What better   
      reason to move closer to the girls, out of the way of the   
      marauding youngsters. So I pulled my lounge chair over by   
      the girls; it was getting even more crowded and that was one   
      of the last places left. They didn't seem to mind.   
      
       Paradoxically, even though I was physically closer to the   
      young fillies, I couldn't really scope them as well because   
      it would have been too obvious. I decided to read my book.   
      There was some giggling and carrying on happening right next   
      to me, but I didn't know what it was about. And then four of   
      the six girls got up and went into the water, leaving two   
      lovelies behind. The strawberry blonde was starting to get a   
      little red on her back and I told her so. She pulled out a   
      
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