I knew the day was going to become disorganized when hubby announced at breakfast that he had arranged with the swimming pool company to have someone out to service the pool filtration system. That means I would have to stand by to unlock and show them where the controls were. However, the thing that really ticked me off was his mention of a small party of business and customer associates he was going to invite over for an informal cocktail hour with an optional swim late this afternoon. Where does this guy get off. He goes off to work all day and leaves me home to take care of all these chores.
I had planned to visit my hair stylist this morning plus would have to cancel my bridge club at noon. This would make it difficult to make my afternoon schedule which was already full of necessary activities such as meeting with a group of the girls at the country club for an afternoon drink and to catch up on the activities of those who probably will not show up. Oh sure, hubby has contacted a caterer but he still expects me to be there to help host the function. I would not even have time to shop for a new outfit before the afternoon event.
The phone rings and sure enough it is the pool company and they are sending out two repair people around 10 AM. Right in the middle of my morning, of course, and on this really hot day it will really mess up my routine. I will be wasting my time while a couple of maintenance people fiddle around with the pump and filter system. Damn that husband of mine. I tell the pool place secretary to just have them walk around the north side of the house and enter the pool area through the gate, which I will unlock.
I really could not explain why but about an hour before the scheduled arrival of the filter checker people I continue to get extremely irritated at this situation and on the other hand I also feel an extreme need of some sexual release. It is hot and the lips on my pussy have swollen as I change into my very skimpy backyard two piece swimming suit. I begin to fantasize about the repair people. Will they be male or female? Old or young? It will be hot and humid by the time they get here thus will they be dressed in coveralls or lighter garments for the day. As I feel the tight narrow portion of the bathing suit slip between my pussy lips I reflect back to the young fellow who was painting the house last year. On several hot days he would just wear overalls with no undergarments. I know this for sure. I would track his movements as he worked around the house from the scaffolding and when he was working near a particular window I could give him a very good view of my tits or pussy or a combination as I invented house chores in various states of partial dress. I could then watch the front of the bibbies rise up. Also, if I timed it just right I could look down on him if he was working on the lower level and see his hairy pubic area and catch glimpses of this wonderful cock. I get more excited and my spirits start to rise as I plan for the uncertainty of the morning even though I will have to miss bridge club.
I move out to the patio and position my lounge chair for a good vantage point in a shady area under a wisteria-covered trellis. My day is starting to feel better already and now at a few minutes before ten I have set up to take care of this imposed arrangement. I notice my pussy has formed a wet spot in the crotch of my suit. What a bad deal if the pool folks prove to be two duds. It might be an elderly fat couple who are officers in the local community church. Oh well, I can always retreat to the cool inner parts of the house and use my battery powered toy to ease my morning arousal.
I barely open my book when I hear the familiar squeak of the gate that signals the pool people had arrived. The moment of truth is here, I thought, as the first worker with a tool box and extension cords holds the gate for what first appears to be a twenty foot unsupported vacuum pipe and sweep attachment. In a moment the other worker enters carrying the long tube with the hose wrapped around him and wheeling a small portable pump. Good God. These are both men and good looking. The one with the wrap around hose is younger but both most likely younger than me. They are healthy and dressed in loose fitting shorts, tennis shoes and tank tops obviously for the hot weather and not the potential dirty job. My mouth must have been stuck on open as the lead fellow smiles at me in a most friendly way, which I interpret as more than just a greeting. " Hi," he says ... "lets see if we can get this pool working. Where is the current breaker to the pumps and filter? We will take a test of the water so we know the temperature and pH."