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The afternoon heat was heavy, but the water in the pool looked invitingly refreshing. I leaned back against the lounge chair, letting the sun warm my skin. Though my attention was fixed on the pool boy. He was a college junior from next door, hired to skim the leaves and keep the chemical balance right. Today, he was working at a painfully slow pace.
He was wearing faded swim trunks, his tanned back glistening with a light sheen of sweat as he reached the skimmer pole across the deep end. He was trying hard not to look at me, but I’d caught his eyes darting my way every time I shifted. I decided to make it a little harder for him to focus.
Standing up slowly, I walked over to the edge of the pool, right where he was working. I let my sunglasses slip down the bridge of my nose, catching his eye.
“It’s scorching today,” I said, my voice dropping an octave. “You look like you’re melting out here.”
He paused, gripping the aluminum pole a little tighter, his knuckles turning white. “Just… standard summer maintenance,” he stammered, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing…
Teasing The Pool Boy
The afternoon heat was heavy, but the water in the pool looked invitingly refreshing. I leaned back against the lounge chair, letting the sun warm my skin. Though my attention was fixed on the pool boy. He was a college junior from next door, hired to skim the leaves and keep the chemical balance right. Today, he was working at a painfully slow pace.
He was wearing faded swim trunks, his tanned back glistening with a light sheen of sweat as he reached the skimmer pole across the deep end. He was trying hard not to look at me, but I’d caught his eyes darting my way every time I shifted. I decided to make it a little harder for him to focus.
Standing up slowly, I walked over to the edge of the pool, right where he was working. I let my sunglasses slip down the bridge of my nose, catching his eye.
“It’s scorching today,” I said, my voice dropping an octave. “You look like you’re melting out here.”
He paused, gripping the aluminum pole a little tighter, his knuckles turning white. “Just… standard summer maintenance,” he stammered, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing to do with the sun.
“Mmhmm.” I trailed a manicured toe through the cool water, creating ripples that lapped against his skimming pole. “You know, it’s a crime to be by a pool this beautiful and not dive in.”
I stepped closer, close enough to smell the sunscreen and the faint hint of his cologne.
Reaching out, my fingers brushing lightly against his forearm to steady myself. I felt a subtle shiver run through him.
“Why don’t you take a break?” I murmured, looking up at him through my lashes. “The water is perfect. And I could use some company.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to my lips before snapping back to my gaze. The pole was completely forgotten.
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