The pool shed is infinitely nicer-it doubles as a changing room for guests. I grab the pH kit and the chemicals and the skimmer and head back out onto the patio-holy hell.
Vera is lying out next to the pool.
And that might be the smallest bikini I've ever seen.
Her eyes are closed as she basks in the sun and I take this moment to consume her without being observed. I let my gaze slide down her body, starting at her face and mouth and moving to her breasts, which are barely contained by that blue top. Her stomach is glistening, and I watch it rise and fall with her breath, trying very hard not to visualize my hands touching her everywhere. Finally my eyes land on her hips and the fact that her bathing suit bottom ties at the sides. I memorize the image-I'll certainly be returning to it later.
My dick is stirring in my pants and I grit my teeth hard enough to crack to keep it down. Vera opens her eyes and sees me. A lazy smile plays across her face, and suddenly I feel like she's wearing that just to tease me. Keep it together, man. You took this job for the money, not to get tangled up with a rich girl.
Vera stretches, her arms over her head, arching her back. Her tight belly contracts and her breasts thrust upward and I swear for a second I think they're going to burst out of her suit.
Damn damn damn.
I move over to the pool. I can't just stand here staring.
But I can see that Vera's smiling at me, and I know she isn't finished with me yet. I force myself to look away and get to work. If I can make it all the way through this week with my pants on, I'll be lucky.
4
Vera
I own several bathing suits, none of which are nearly as skimpy as this one. But from the look on James's face, it's doing its job. I wanted him to look at me the way I looked at him-as absolutely delicious.
I stretch out on the chair, arching my back. It feels great after being hunched over working on the flowers. Plus, I know that James is watching me. It may be incredibly stupid, but I'm hoping my hitting on James gets back to my dad. It's the perfect opportunity to piss him off. I'm old enough to know better, but the truth is, I want nothing more than to make my father angry. Maybe then he'll feel the way I've been feeling for months.
I hear James clear his throat and move over to the pool. I watch him set the skimmer aside and kneel down with the plastic case that tests the chemicals.
"I'll let you test that first so I know it's safe for me to swim."
He smiles just a little. "I'm sure it's fine."
"All the same," I say, "I wouldn't want to get soaking wet only to find out I was being poisoned."
I put my hair back in a clip so I can keep it dry when I get in and lean back on my elbows, very aware that this position makes my body look damn good. The sun is reflecting off the pool and shining on James's face and I think I could look at him all day. He takes a sample of the water and puts it in the tester, shaking the container gently.
"You said you were new," I say. "When did you start?"
He glances up at me. "Today."
"Lucky me," I say under my breath. Louder, I ask, "Liking it so far?"
His gaze rises across the pool and drags up my legs and chest before landing on my face. His eyes on me feel like a physical thing, sending tingles over my skin. "You could say I'm enjoying myself." Is it my imagination or is his voice a little rough? He checks the tester. "Good news. You won't be poisoned."
"Excellent," I say, standing. I walk into the pool from the shallow end, the water a perfect cool temperature.
James is standing now, skimmer at the ready. "How's the water?"
"Perfect," I say. "It's too bad you can't swim with me. We could get you out of that terrible polo shirt."
One corner of his mouth tips up into a grin. "It almost sounds like you want to see me shirtless."
"More like I want to see the death of the polo, but the end result is the same." I dip into the water, letting it rise to my shoulders. "How much trouble would you get in for swimming with me?"
"Probably a lot."
"Really?"
"Well, maybe not the swimming. It's what would likely happen while I swim that would get me into trouble."
My breath catches, and I laugh it off, stroking my way back to the shallow end. "You have some weird thing you do while you swim?"
James doesn't say anything. Did I say something wrong? I look up, to find him staring at me. Heat flushes through my body at the unfiltered want I see there. I realize now that he's seeing me dripping in a bikini that hides the essentials only. His jeans are bulging, and I can only imagine what that looks like.
I raise an eyebrow at him, wandering closer to where he's standing at the edge of the pool. "Having some trouble with control?"
"Yes." His voice sounds deeper, and he looks away. He dips his skimmer into the pool-not that it needs it.
"And why is that?"
He reaches the skimmer across the pool, crouching down to reach further. He's close to me now, and I can hear him speak soft and clear. "Because I can't stop looking at you, and I've already imagined dozens of ways of fucking you-from burying myself in you on top of those flowers to letting you ride me in the deep end. Seeing you practically naked and floating in a pool like some kind of walking fantasy isn't helping, and it makes me want to touch you and taste you and make you scream my name." He stands back up. "Does that about answer your question?"
The images he just described roll through my mind, and I'm seeing splaying limbs and straying fingers and feeling his mouth on parts of me that haven't been touched in far too long. I'm suddenly very glad that I'm in the pool, because my entire body is flushed and I'm now soaking wet in more ways than one.
James is still looking at me, though not at my face.
I glance down. My nipples are hard, and my bathing suit does nothing to disguise the fact. I swallow, trying to get my voice back. "I don't know what to say." This time it's my voice that's rough.
"Well, it's not words that I'm looking for."
Wow. I let the possibility of this spin out in my mind. I'm not a virgin, but I haven't been with anyone since I graduated-unless you count my vibrator. I look at James out of the corner of my eye. Let's be honest, there's not a lot I wouldn't do just to have the chance to see him naked. Getting caught would be bad. Very bad. But is it worth the risk?
I sink back down into the water, and James cleans the pool. We don't say anything, instead taking turns looking at each other, occasionally locking eyes. It doesn't take long for James to finish skimming, and shortly after that, he puts in the little robot that roves the bottom of the pool sucking up gunk. He grabs the test box and the skimmer and goes into the pool shed. I glance at the house to make sure my mother isn't peeking through the windows, and realize I've made my decision.
I don't bother with a towel, instead going straight into the pool shed, closing the door behind me. James turns from where he was putting away the equipment. "You followed me," he says.
"Yes," I murmur, taking a step toward him.
"This is not a good idea," he warns, taking a step toward me.
"No, it's not." Now we're face to face, inches apart.
"Thankfully I'm not known for my good decisions," he says, and then he kisses me.
Oh god. The kiss slams through my body and it's all consuming. It feels like my entire body has been asleep and suddenly decided to wake up. James's hand runs down my back and the sensation sinks into my spine. His tongue plunges into my mouth and I gasp, sending mine right back. He's not close enough to me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his and feeling his erection hard and ready.
I weave my hands into his hair and feel him groan more than I hear it, the vibrations skimming through my mouth. I feel his fingers at my neck working at the knot of my halter, and I freeze. "Wait."
Catching my breath, I pull away from him. I don't like stopping, but I need to be sure. "If we get caught, you're definitely going to get fired. You'll actually be lucky if you get fired. My father will kill you."
"Then I guess we shouldn't get caught," he says, with a smile as dirty as the devil on his lips.
"I just want you to be sure."
With one fluid motion, he takes his shirt off. My heart skips a beat as I see the dips and planes of a body that is cut. Gardening has been good to him. "Believe me, I'm sure."
"Well then." I clear my throat. "I guess I won't be needing this." I reach up and untie my halter, letting the fabric fall away from my breasts. I hear James suck in a breath as I untie the back and toss the top aside. The way he's looking at me now, I don't know if I've ever felt sexier or more powerful. "Show me some of those things you imagined."