Aquaman

The last few months have been a dry spell for my personal life. Over the past year, I've been out on dates with guys who are really smart to the point that they're snobby, really hot guys who are complete narcissist, a few who are appealing on the outside but have nothing inside their heads, and one that was more into the hot-hook-up-night scene than an actual relationship.

Knowing that I'd be home for the summer before classes start again in the fall, I secured a job with a local family friend to open and work the morning shift at his workshop during the week, then work at least one afternoon and close and the weekend. Coming back home after such a demanding semester is a great change of pace, especially because my parents hired a new pool guy to come by every Tuesday and Friday to clean the pool.

I don't think they realized that hiring such a handsome, young, strong, attractive man is just what I need after my weirdo dating spree. I've been home about a week and a half and haven't gotten the chance to talk to him yet but any time I get the opportunity, I sneak a glance and watch (gawk is probably a more accurate description) him scoop leaves and twigs from the water, change the filters, test the ph levels; anything really. The best part is that this summer is reported to be one of the hottest this area has experienced in decades, and he consequently spends more time shirtless than with it on.

One day as I get back from my shift, I pull in at the house and head inside, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge. Out of the corner of my eye I notice something in the backyard and turn to see Aquaman (as I nicknamed him in my head). He is typically gone for the day before I get home from work and seize the opportunity.

I removed my work uniform shirt, leaving myself in just a soft blue camisole, clean up and tighten the high ponytail on my head, grab two more frosty waters from the fridge, and head outside.

The warm concrete of the back patio has a strange calming affect on my nerves as I stand under the awning and call out "Hey. It looks like you could use some fresh water out here," innocently smiling as he sets down the net and comes around the pool to me.

"Thanks," he says, a masculine gravelly tone in his voice. After a rather long gulp, he lowers the bottle, extending a hand and tells me "I'm Everett. I'm the summer pool cleaning guy,".

I can feel the blood creeping up into my cheeks as he speaks, and reply, taking his burly, warm, tender hand in mine "Thea,". I watch his eyes as he tries to hide that he's looking me over, tracing my figure.

By no means would I say that I'm a stand-out beauty or have modeling potential, but I do take care of myself and make it a point to keep myself in shape. I have a large B, at times small C cup, set on my chest and I consider myself thin, in more of a healthy and fit manner than a sickly way. My legs are, at least in my opinion, my best feature, having been an avid runner for as long as I remember.

Now that I'm seeing Everett closer than usual, I see the muscled silhouette, the thin layer of perspiration glistening on his tan skin, his dark oak hair, and warm mocha brown eyes. I don't know what I'm trying to say next, but I know I'm stammering as I do so, almost intimidated by his manly beauty. I'm pretty sure he can sense that he's making me nervous because I can see the hints of a smirk on his very smooth lips.

"So, your mom and dad have told me about you," he says.

I wince replying "Nothing too embarrassing I hope."

"No, no, no," he chuckles "Just that you were a big soccer player growing up and a track star in high school before you had an injury that kept you on the bench for the rest of the season."

Blushing a little again, relieved by the short synopsis, I explain "Yeah, I got my foot caught in a weird sink hole thing stepping off the track one day and tore a couple of ligaments. The surgery was quick, but the physical therapy kept me out of competition for a number of months."

Everett subtly, though I still notice, checks me out again and mentions, "But your back to running?" taking in more water.

"Yeah" I answer, feeling a bit more confident, "I try to get three or four miles in before work, then six on Saturday and Sunday."

I learn that his mom had an early doctor appointment this morning and her ride fell through so driving her there and back is what made him late today.

"Well, I should probably be getting back to..." and points toward the pool "But really, thanks for the waters."

Smiling, I nod and turn to leave when I hear "Nice dragonfly by the way."

I twist around to see the tattoo I had forgotten I got on my waist and say "Hey, thanks. Mom used to tell me dragonflies were magic and took your wishes to the wishing stars when I was young. I always liked the idea and I never wanted to forget so when I turned 18..." gesturing to the winged critter "ta daaaa!"

He flashes a heart racing smile, amused by my story, and gets back to work. Again, I turn toward the house and head in, feeling myself smile like a giddy child and biting the corner of my lip.

******

After a few more flirty run-ins with him in the hot afternoon summer heat, I couldn't tell you what's come over me, but Everette is all I can think about. Blame it on my single status, blame it seasonal atmosphere, blame it on a very twisted cosmic force driving my hormones crazy; all I know is every time I pass a window and see him by the pool or walk through the house and see him talking with my parents, I can't help but smile, and all of my blood can't seem to go anywhere but my cheeks, though some dives in the opposite direction!

One particular day is exceptionally hot and rather humid thanks to last night's humungo thunderstorm. The rain was so bad that there was some kind of water leak or flooding at my grandparent's house and Pops only found it this morning when he went down there to pull out that new tea brand his doctor recommended he start drinking a month ago! They called this morning so my parents are up there now, about three hours west, and said they're likely to be back late tonight, or might even stay the night and be back tomorrow.

Having had my morning coffee before my early run, I am happily wide awake, and notice a certain store opening as I go past. Reaching the end of the block, I recall a particular email I received the day before about a certain weekend sale event, then recall Everette's shapely toned figure, and circle back.

Thirty minutes later, I leave, a dainty yellow shopping bag in hand, and begin my trip back home.

******

I take a quick shower and pull on this morning's purchase; a retro high-waisted bikini set with a squared red top and black bottoms with white polka dots. I also throw on a pair of jean short shorts that typically require a belt to sit on my hips but today happen to hang a little low, showing off a polka dot or two...or six.

Downstairs in the kitchen, I stir up a fresh pitcher of cold ice-tea, setting it on a tray with a few empty glasses, secretly thanking my dad in my head for making take that waitressing job back in high school. I balance everything on one hand then walk to the back doors.

Stepping out, the humidity hits me like a stone wall right away, the already chilly drink jug now sweating bullets. The sight of Everette shirtless almost stops me in my tracks! I recover a calm demeanor as quick as I can and call out "Hey, I thought you might like a fresh, cold drink out here". Turning, he flashes that great smile that wakes up the butterflies in my stomach and stirs up things between my thighs.

Everette puts down the pool net, having cleaned most of the debris from the storm out of the water, and steps toward me. Taking a glass from the tray, I offer "Here, let me..."and I fill his cup of tea, ice escaping the pitcher, splashing him a teensy bit. I pour a glass for myself and set the tea on our patio table in the shade in case he wants more. Then I walk over to the poolside, crouching down, and swishing the water around with my fingers. "How is it that the pool is so much cooler than the rest of the outdoors, despite all the heat today?" I call back to him. Standing, I step back over, plucking a cube from the pitcher and rubbing it first slowly on the back of my neck, then continue the gradual ice-rub all over my neck, rubbing the last of the rapidly melting cube along my collar as he tries to remember why.

I sense his eyes on me as I attempt to cool myself down some. Then, keeping my eyes on his, I grab another ice cube and take a single step closer, starting at the dip of his collarbone and glide the disappearing cube along each of his broad shoulders. The two of us set our glasses on the table beside the pitcher, our eyes still locked, and he puts a hand over mine on his shoulder, where the cube had liquified completely.

Everette takes half of a step to me, his hand cupping my cheek as her jerks me in for a very hot, very tender kiss. His mouth has me so mesmerized that I forget to breath for a few beats before I start to feel the pressure building in my head and behind my eyes. The same thing must be happening to him since he suddenly let's go, his eyes out of focus for a few brief seconds before he starts, "Thea I'm so--"

"Don't be," I say, cutting him off before he can finish his apology. I see his jaw clench as he contemplates his next move, his mouth starting to open as if he's going to say something before rethinking it. Up on my toes, I grab the back of his neck, albeit somewhat, and expectedly, sweaty, before his big palm plants on my side.

We pull apart a minute later, giggling together as he takes my hand, backing himself onto the outdoor sofa on the pool deck. I reattach our mouth the second I take the seat next to him, my knees pressing against his thigh. He pulls me a little closer, and I let him, my heart pounding like a jackhammer at his brusque move.

My legs now feel crammed, and I straddle his legs to get a little more room. I also get the feeling that was Everette's idea, his hand moving down my spine. I part my lips to clamp down on one of his, but his tongue slips into my mouth instead, and I quickly decide I like how it feels there. In response, I slide mine between his lips which then tighten, holding my tongue captive. Refusing to back down from his unspoken challenge, I move my leg over his other, and scoot myself in tighter, unblushingly straddling his lap, and really liking the hard lump in his shorts. A throaty, fortunately sexy, hum passes as I feel a strong hand on my ass, holding me in place.

Gently pushing his chest, I sit Everette back in the sofa, intending to put my tongue on that chiseled jew, a hand grabbing the back of my skull instead, my sexy hot pool boy's yummy mouth on my shoulder and neck in milliseconds.

I'm sure there will be nice purple reminds of him on my skin later but I'm more focused on the rapidly thinning air around us. His lips are so slow, and his breath is so mildly hot that my toes have curled so hard, it makes me gasp! Everette seems to be more in control of my body than myself as my hips gyrate hard into his lap, feeling just how badly his hardness despises his zipper right now.

A thrilled squeal tickles his ears and strokes his bulge as he lays me flat on the couch. His mouth lands right back on the dip at the bottom of my neck, the tip of his tongue moving like and ice cream scoop on my skin. I reach over my head and grab the arm of the furniture to keep myself grounded as my body writhes under him. His hand moves down my stomach, then down the front of my shorts.

The light shorts are almost no barrier as he alluringly strokes me. His center finger teases my swollen bead, flicking and tapping as I softly moan for him. There is a growing wet spot on my shorts after four or five strokes and Everette's other hand leaves my arm, fiddling at the top of my shorts. A couple short ticks pass and I utter, "Wait!"

"Oh my g...I...sorry, I thought--"

Putting a finger to his mouth, I shake my head, pressing a little to open his lips just to let my finger in. "You didn't get anything wrong Cabana Boy. But there are some neighbors around here that would not hesitate to let your bosses know they saw you with their daughter," leaning in so my lips brush his ear, I whisper, "Count to forty nice and slow before you come inside, hot stuff,".

Looking into his eyes, I get up and cross the hot deck, and step back inside. I open the fridge and take a couple grapes of the vine, tossing them into my mouth when I hear the sliding door open and close a second later. "I'm pretty sure that wasn't forty," I say closing the fridge, his tan arms slipping around my waist.

"It most certainly was," he insists in a quiet tone, kissing the unnamed area between shoulder and neck, "You never said I couldn't count by fives," he adds in the same enticing voice, his lips swiping my skin as he speaks. My fingers dig into burnt brown hair as I try to steady my racing heartbeat to no avail, my eyes closing as my brain fogs. I listen solely to the erotic soundtrack of his heavy breath, along with the grunts and moans that accompany his beautiful movements.

Everette lets his arms loosen as I gradually turn into him, his arms enclosing around me again as we pick up more of the heavy kissing we had done outside. He effortlessly picks me off the ground, sitting me on the counter, where I hold my legs wide apart. Not procrastinating on getting to what he clearly wants, he tugs at my skimpy shorts, and I softly lift from the counter so he can pull them down my legs and off of me.

We lean right back into each other once he glances down to verify that they're gone, and I put a hand on each cheek as I pull him closer and closer. It drops an inch or so, clutching his defined jaw as his adamant tongue dominates my mouth, his hand roughly pulling aside the bikini crotch, I tremor and whisper his name when his fingers first come in contact with my wet pussy.

I feels him pause and mumble, "Keep going," into another randy lip lock. Everette replies quite enthusiastically, grabbing my hand and instructing me to 'hold this babe' hooking my finger into the material that's in his way.

The muscles in my body tense as his fingers move excruciatingly slow up my inner thigh and up onto my mound before Everette puts his forehead to mine, his fingertip teasing my pronounced clit, my breathing growing heavier. I quietly gasp as he parts my lips and presses his index to my opening. "Ohhh that's just not fair E," I say with a quivering voice, an arm wrapped behind his neck as his fingers slowly move up and down my slit from the base to my protruding nub.

"No one said anything about being fair," he cleverly answers, his touch desultorily exploring my outer intimacy, the tension in my sexual muscles aptly growing. My breath catch as he presses his long center finger in at long last. I know I am tighter than my usual but, considering how many months I've had to settle for self-service, I'm not at all surprised.

Luckily, the evidence of my dry spell doesn't seem to bother Everette in the least as another bulky knuckle enters and a second finger soon joins in! Both of my arms are now wrapped behind his neck as he explores my sex.

He braces himself with an arm along the cabinet behind my head as he propels his middle finger deep into my vagina, twisting it back and forth as his indecisive mouth travels between my neck, my jaw, chin, and ear whilst I faintly acknowledge his search for my g spot. "Yes. Yes. Oh yes Evers. Yes, take my pussy," I pant, my words motivating and heightening his efforts, his fingers now moving at twice the speed with double the strength.

Curling his fingers, I nearly choke on the air in my throat when they brush the rough patch behind my pubic zone and my left hand slams to the counter, clutching the edge as the storm of hormones overwhelm me! His shoulder nudges me into his strong body as mine begins to tremble with passion and undeniable desire. My arm tightens around his, as my grip on the counter does the same, while the most of my first genuine orgasm in quite a while crashes through me.

The instant I get enough air back in my lungs, I lean back, only enough that my eyes can stare into his and beg, "Please tell me you're not done,".

"I'll never be done with you," he says, effortlessly scooping me off the counter. My legs instinctually encircle him, my ankles locking together, as Everette carries me into the living and lays me down on the peninsula of our sectional. We lay there kissing for several very hot minutes of fondling and kissing, and hands enjoying open season of each other. My fingers begin to pull and tug on the small rope around the waist of his cargos and Everette begins to sit up, likely thinking he could get it done faster. "Not a chance big boy," I playfully taunt, getting his shorts untied and the zipper down in seconds.

In the same second, his shorts and boxers are in a heap on the ground on the ground and Everette has me absolutely pinned to the sofa between it and his shapely body. He and begin softly laughing between amusing, energetic kisses, then we dissolve into full on, make-out kiss, with lips wide open, tongues deep in one another's mouth as if earnestly starved for the other. Everette reaches over and grabs a pillow from across the couch and I raise my back so he can slip the cushion under. I burst into giggles and he wears the widest grin as he grabs both of my legs and puts them over his shoulders, positioning us just as he wants. We stare at each with looks and smiles that just might contend a jester.

As he holds me open just so, I grab his cock and line him up with my eagerly awaiting pussy. He teases for a quick moment moving the tip around before plunging right in almost like an object down a drain! My breath caught in my throat, and I see fear flash through his and moan, "Do. not. stop!" emphasizing each word before whimpering a prolonged, "Fuuuuuuuck yes that how my pussy likes it,".

The statement was so shameless that I'm almost embarrassed until I see the impressed expression on his and feel the potency in his thrust kick up a notch. It's the greatest and most errant game of back and forth either of us has ever played and right now neither of would want it any other way with anyone else.

Carrying on, Everett's nuts deliciously smacking me with each shove, my eyes never leave his and his never with mine, though his do narrow at one point, not quite sureif it's meant as a challenge or that he's searched my soul and discovered something. I reach forward and pull him in close, our mouths joining like super magnets and I groan of the new depth his dick has accomplished. "Shit Ev, I've never felt this incredible. This is fucking crazy! You are fucking fantastic!"

Just then I shut my eyes and start murmuring, "fuckfuckfuckFuckFuckFuck," then grimace hard and scream, "OH MY FFFF--YES! HOLY FUCKING YES!" I convulse wildly from orgasm as he pumps me full of six or seven mind-blowing shots of seed.

His head falls back in utter relief, the looks on his face morphing from proud to panic in seconds and before he gets a chance to ruin the moment, I tell him, "No worries, I've been on the pill for years," stroking a hand down his cheek, virtually washing the alarm from his handsome face.

"Seriously?" he rhetorically asks, though I gently nod anyway as he lowers his worked body onto mine, his finger idly doodling along my jaw, sliding up to my lip. "How astonishing are you?" he asks, quietly, and again, rhetorically. Folding his lower lip in and biting it, Everette asks with a squinted eye, "What time do you think your parents will be getting back?"

"Not until late tonight at the earliest. Why do you ask?" I reply, gazing at his handsome, defined bare chest.