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Hot Day at the Pool 

I climbed out of the pool and went over to my towel, only to see the new pool attendant looking at me. He had to be the most alluring man I'd ever seen, with perfectly sculpted muscles and striking blue eyes. His smooth, tanned chest stood out well against his aqua trunks, which were a bit lower than his waist. He was glistening with sweat, which excited me even more. 

In His Words 

He wanted to share with me his fantasy.  He said he had been thinking about it for days, ever since he'd seen me running into my apartment in the rain.  I was weirdly turned on by his desire to describe it to me and said he could tell it to me if he would come inside and have a glass of wine.  Hey, I am single and he was sexy in a strong, quiet way. We had a neighborly friendship but didn't know each other really well. I was impressed with his come-on and curious about his thoughts.  To be honest, I was already a little turned on before he even crossed my doorstep.  He came in and I poured us a glass of wine and curled up on the couch in front of the fire.  "Tell me", I said, and he did...

Last Call 

I ran my hands down the front of my dress to my thigh and touched the inside of it very lightly. This felt so good that I started moving my fingers up my skirt, breathing more heavily. I stroked the inside of my thigh lightly, going farther up my dress, until I touched my green lace panties. They were getting quite wet in the middle. I started to rub the wet spot, and was pretty close to climax when Simon opened the door.  "I told you not to start without me", he said, smiling that sexy smile again. He stepped out again, telling the other employees that they could leave, he would finish closing up. He leaned over the chair and kissed me deeply, then kneeled before me. He reached up to where my hand was, and noticed the wetness. “Mmm, I can tell what you want,” he said.  

Special Delivery 

He smiled and apologized... his smile really caught my attention. As he turned to go, he dropped his pen and both of us bent down to get it. When I did, my robe opened slightly to reveal the tops of my breasts. I looked up at him and found him looking down my robe. His expression told me he liked what he saw, so I smiled at him in such a way that he could see exactly what was on my mind. I touched his face and moved toward him. 

Summer Job  He gets to his feet quickly and pulls his shorts up while I roll off the table, grab my clothes from the floor, and dive behind a bunch of boxes and paint cans. I put my clothes back on while Ryan is talking to whoever came into the room. I hear footsteps walking away as the conversation ends, and Ryan comes back to tell me the coast is clear. He kisses me again once I stand up and says, “Until next time.” 

After Hours 

It's closing time on a Saturday night and I'm sitting at a booth filling the salt and pepper shakers. There's still one table of customers at the front of the restaurant. I'm hoping they'll leave soon so we can clean up the dishes and go home.    I've run out of salt and start to get up to find some more when Bryan comes out of the kitchen.  He's glistening with sweat, having been helping the cooks with their cleanup. The dim lights show his beauty perfectly. He walks over and sits down across from me.    “What a night,” he says, holding his head in his hands. “I can't believe we actually went through an entire supply of twice-baked potatoes in one night! And the salad dressings...” It's obvious he’s anxious and needs something to help him relax.  

Late for the Party 

I can't help but get an erotic rush by looking at him and his beautiful, smooth skin and toned body.  He is edible.  I drag myself out of bed to get into the shower but then decide to be especially naughty and seduce him.  He is too sexy to pass up. I walk over, encircle his waist from behind and begin to reach down his front. “Hey, we can't do that now, we're already running late,” he laughs, still looking in the mirror.

“Oh, Daniel, you’re such a mama's boy,” I murmur teasingly, kissing him on the neck. “Besides, what are they going to do about it anyway? Can't they wait to serve that dry-ass cake your aunt makes? And do we really have to hang around for hours in a crowded house without air conditioning? It's July, for God's sake!” I step back just a little bit and look at him in the mirror while I'm talking. I wonder for a moment if I’ve gone too far.