found the job through a mutual friend who knew I was moving to the area for school. They needed a nanny and I needed a job and somewhere to live.
The weir dest part about hanging out with them at the pool and not Finley, is that they sit with the parent crowd. The crowd that I avoid like the plague during the week. Bikini Mom holds court today, wearing a red, white, and blue suit. Tiny white stars cover her ass. They’re all drinking a lot and I have a beer or two, because I’m an adult and off duty, but a couple of them have started acting a little stupid so I keep my distance. I’m preoccupied with Carter anyway. He and I sneak looks at one another all day. After the second beer I find myself getting increasingly horny.
“Oh shoot,” Betsy says. She’s holding a huge watermelon. “I forgot a knife. ”
“I’ll check the kitchen,” I volunteer, hopping out of my chair. I make my way across the super busy pool deck, dodging kids, floaties, and crying babies. I walk up to Carter and ask, “Do you have a knife we can borrow?”
I’m tipsy so the words come out a bit more sultry than I intended. It could have been me checking my tan lines and adjusting my bathing suit. The other guard looks down from the stand and coughs. Carter pales. “Yeah, back here.”
He walks past the kitchen to the pump room and shoves me inside. “What the?” I laugh. It smells like oil and grease but his mouth is on mine and he’s tugging at my top.
“I missed you,” he breathes into my mouth. He drops his head and kisses my breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other. He knows how sensitive they are and if he plays with them just right, I’ll come standing up.
“Carter,” I beg, not sure if it’s a demand to stop or continue. He takes it as encouragement, pushing his fingers under t he acrylic fabric of my suit.
“That didn’t take long,” he says about how slick and wet I already am. He pushes one, then another finger inside.
“Oh god,” I cry into his shoulder, happy the pump is loud.
“Come on, babe.” For once I do as I’m told and lean my head back against the wall. His fingers work like magic, rubbing and curving at the right angle. I whimper, tiny cries coming out of my open mouth and he whispers, “I’ve got you,” while holding me up. I let go, shattering in a million different pieces as my senses are exposed all at once.
“Wow, ” I say, sliding back to my feet.
“Yeah.”
I hear a shriek outside, the kids playing at the pool and I say, “We should go because, shit, my boss is out there looking for a knife and I just got fingered in the pump room. I’m not sure how to explain that.”
I leave the pump room first, stopping by the kitchen to grab a knife. Betsy has cu t the watermelon in a dozen pieces by the time I spot Carter back on the stand. Everyone seems oblivious, not even noticing my flushed, red chest. Everyone that is, but Bikini Mom. I see her looking between us. Back and forth from the guard chair to where I stand passing out watermelon slices to the girls. I don’t know what her problem is or why she’s paying so much attention but I know he and I should be more careful.
Easier said than done.
Chapter 17
Finley makes a pie just like she promised. Two, in fact. One cherry, one apple. I make deviled eggs and altogether we manage to scrape up a full picnic. The humidity has dropped making it cooler than expected, and it’s windy, which is nice except it could mean a storm is passing through.
“Cute dress,” Finley says. I took a risk and wore a white eyelet sundress. The stark color makes my tan look fantastic. I wore my hair down like Carter likes.
“Thanks.”
“Hopefully, if it rains it will be after the fireworks,” Finley says. She nudges my arm with her elbow. “See? I told you they would get along.”
Ryan and Carter stand in an empty section of grass tossing a purple Frisbee. From the snatches of conversation I can hear, the majority of
The weir dest part about hanging out with them at the pool and not Finley, is that they sit with the parent crowd. The crowd that I avoid like the plague during the week. Bikini Mom holds court today, wearing a red, white, and blue suit. Tiny white stars cover her ass. They’re all drinking a lot and I have a beer or two, because I’m an adult and off duty, but a couple of them have started acting a little stupid so I keep my distance. I’m preoccupied with Carter anyway. He and I sneak looks at one another all day. After the second beer I find myself getting increasingly horny.
“Oh shoot,” Betsy says. She’s holding a huge watermelon. “I forgot a knife. ”
“I’ll check the kitchen,” I volunteer, hopping out of my chair. I make my way across the super busy pool deck, dodging kids, floaties, and crying babies. I walk up to Carter and ask, “Do you have a knife we can borrow?”
I’m tipsy so the words come out a bit more sultry than I intended. It could have been me checking my tan lines and adjusting my bathing suit. The other guard looks down from the stand and coughs. Carter pales. “Yeah, back here.”
He walks past the kitchen to the pump room and shoves me inside. “What the?” I laugh. It smells like oil and grease but his mouth is on mine and he’s tugging at my top.
“I missed you,” he breathes into my mouth. He drops his head and kisses my breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other. He knows how sensitive they are and if he plays with them just right, I’ll come standing up.
“Carter,” I beg, not sure if it’s a demand to stop or continue. He takes it as encouragement, pushing his fingers under t he acrylic fabric of my suit.
“That didn’t take long,” he says about how slick and wet I already am. He pushes one, then another finger inside.
“Oh god,” I cry into his shoulder, happy the pump is loud.
“Come on, babe.” For once I do as I’m told and lean my head back against the wall. His fingers work like magic, rubbing and curving at the right angle. I whimper, tiny cries coming out of my open mouth and he whispers, “I’ve got you,” while holding me up. I let go, shattering in a million different pieces as my senses are exposed all at once.
“Wow, ” I say, sliding back to my feet.
“Yeah.”
I hear a shriek outside, the kids playing at the pool and I say, “We should go because, shit, my boss is out there looking for a knife and I just got fingered in the pump room. I’m not sure how to explain that.”
I leave the pump room first, stopping by the kitchen to grab a knife. Betsy has cu t the watermelon in a dozen pieces by the time I spot Carter back on the stand. Everyone seems oblivious, not even noticing my flushed, red chest. Everyone that is, but Bikini Mom. I see her looking between us. Back and forth from the guard chair to where I stand passing out watermelon slices to the girls. I don’t know what her problem is or why she’s paying so much attention but I know he and I should be more careful.
Easier said than done.
Chapter 17
Finley makes a pie just like she promised. Two, in fact. One cherry, one apple. I make deviled eggs and altogether we manage to scrape up a full picnic. The humidity has dropped making it cooler than expected, and it’s windy, which is nice except it could mean a storm is passing through.
“Cute dress,” Finley says. I took a risk and wore a white eyelet sundress. The stark color makes my tan look fantastic. I wore my hair down like Carter likes.
“Thanks.”
“Hopefully, if it rains it will be after the fireworks,” Finley says. She nudges my arm with her elbow. “See? I told you they would get along.”
Ryan and Carter stand in an empty section of grass tossing a purple Frisbee. From the snatches of conversation I can hear, the majority of
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