Pooling - Part 3

(read parts 1 and 2 here.)

James whispered, “We’re being watched.”

“What?”  Melanie tried to lift her head to look around but James tightened his fist in her hair and held her where she was with her cheek against the towel.  She squirmed under him but he was still holding her arm and she couldn’t get free. He slowed his stroke even more.

“Who’s watching?” she whispered loudly.

“It’s ok.  Just relax.  I’m not letting you go until you come.” 

She wasn’t fighting him, but she wasn’t sure she could relax with someone watching.  The urge to come was ebbing and flowing, and her mind was racing.

“Who is it?” she asked again.  If it was her creepy next door neighbor she’d pretty much have to move.  The thought of him masturbating to an actual memory of her was too nauseating to bear. 

“I’m not sure, but I think it’s the pool boy.”

Melanie tried to turn her head toward the gate where the pool boy always let himself in, but James held her firmly.  She closed her eyes and groaned.  At least he was young and attractive.  The thought of him seeing her—and liking what he saw—didn’t seem completely offensive.  She tried not to think about it and just concentrated on her orgasm.  She knew the sooner she came the sooner this would be over, and she knew better than to try and fake it; James’ ego would be crushed if he even suspected.

James started thrusting faster again and her body continued to respond, despite her self-consciousness.  When she began moving back against him, he put his knees outside of hers so she could squeeze her legs together, and within moments they were both coming.  Melanie was able to turn her face enough to muffle her cries in the towel as her muscles convulsed hard and long.  James released her arm and hair.  He leaned back and moaned up toward the sky as he thrust into her slowly, once, twice, three times.

Before the twitching had subsided completely, Melanie slowly lifted her head and turned toward the gate.  There was no one there.

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“It’s only 12:45.  Why would he come by that early?” 

Melanie was sitting on a deck chair with a towel wrapped tightly around her nakedness, despite the fact that no one besides James was around to see it. 

“Dunno.”  James sat in the water on the pool stairs and sipped his beer looking unreasonably happy. 

“How long was he standing there?”

“I told you he was there right after I noticed him.”

“Are you sure it was the pool boy?”

“How would I know?  I’ve never seen your pool boy.”

“What did he look like?” Melanie asked.

James shrugged.  “Young.  About my height I guess.  I barely glanced at him.  I didn’t want to scare him off.”

“Why not?”

“Because I wanted you to see what it felt like to have someone watch you enjoy yourself.  And you liked it.  Admit it.”

“Are you kidding?  I was completely freaked out.”

“I felt how hard you came.  You loved it.”

“If I came hard it was because of all the stuff you’d done before that.  Not because someone was watching me.”

“If you were turned off by it you wouldn’t have been able to come at all.”

Melanie sat quietly for a second.  Had the pool boy really been there?  Or was this some kind of game?

“Was someone really here?” she asked.

“Tell you what, what time is he supposed to come clean the pool?”

“Two.”

“When he gets here, ask him.”

“I’m not going to ask him.  I’m asking you.”

“And I already told you.”

Melanie gave up.  “I’m going in.”  She dragged the raft out of the pool and propped it against the wall.  “Grab the noodles and my bikini bottoms before you get out.”

“Will do,” he said cheerfully.

She picked up her bikini top from the pool deck and laid it across a lounge chair to dry.  The condom James had used was tied off and laying by the pool stairs.  She walked over to get it so she could flush it down the toilet, but before she could pick it up he grabbed it. 

“I got it,” he said. 

She held out her hand.  “Just give it to me and I’ll flush it.”

“It’s ok,” he said.  “I’ll do it.”

She hesitated.  Then she turned around and walked into the house.  She had learned long ago that men with something going for them would guard their sperm like Fort Knox, no matter how much they said they trusted a woman.  It was the ones who didn’t have anything going for them who would leave a condom overnight to dry up and shellac itself to the nightstand.

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James remained in a great mood.  He squeezed her behind and kissed her deeply before he left to go home.  He even called ten minutes later to ask if he could see her that night, and she said yes. 

At a quarter past two, Melanie was folding laundry in the bedroom when she glanced out the window and saw the pool boy checking the chlorine level.  It was the first Saturday of the month, so she needed to pay him.  She considered leaving a check on the patio table and not even making eye contact with him, but if James had made everything up, that would be rude.

She went to her office and wrote out a check, including her usual tip.  As she opened the slider to the patio, she called out, “Hey Brian, how are things?”

He looked up from where he was working on the opposite side of the pool.  “Hey Miss Leon,” he called back.  “Things are good, thanks.”  Then he went back to work. 

Melanie thought she noticed a bit of redness in his cheeks, but then he worked on pools, so it was probably just sun, right?  She waited to see if he would offer any more conversation; he was usually a little chattier than this.  When he didn’t, she set the check down on the patio table. 

“I’ll just leave your check over here,” she said.  “Have a good weekend.”

“Ok, thanks Miss Leon,” he said without looking up.  “You too.”

Melanie picked up her bikini from the lounge chair and was about to head back inside when she noticed the bottoms were missing.  She turned around slowly, and there they were, hovering like a jellyfish near the bottom of the pool. 

She turned back around and went inside, shutting the slider behind her.

 

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—T.A.