As a guy who grew up in a middle-class neighborhood, I am continually in awe of the giant estates that sit up in the hills not far from my modest apartment. I could never dream of living in any of them, but I have the privilege of working at many of them during the summer. I have worked at many jobs over the years, but this summer I have been doing pool maintenance in some of the most amazing settings I have ever seen. It has been my favorite job by far, and it has also presented me with some erotic adventures that I always felt were the stuff of fantasy stories or soft porn videos.
One of my more normal pool jobs was at a large mansion situated on North Canyon Drive. I usually did the pool cleaning duties at this house on Thursdays, but one week I had to change days because of other obligations. The backyard and pool area were usually deserted when I worked here, but today I surprised three college age girls when I hauled my equipment to the backyard. They were laying out in the sun and listening to music on a Bluetooth speaker near the pool. The skimpy bikinis they wore did little to hide their ample feminine charms.
"Shit. I didn't know we had pool maintenance scheduled for today," Katie said as she saw me approaching the pool. "Mom and Dad didn't mention it to me."
"Sorry to disturb you," I replied. "My name's Chris and I have done your pool work all summer. I'm usually here on Thursdays. If this is a problem to be here today, I can come back another day."
"No, it's not a problem," Katie said. "We're just not used to having anyone here on Fridays. My folks are always gone all day, and we just count on this as our play day by the pool. These are my good friends Michelle and Kim."
"I promise you I won't be a bother. Just do what you always do and I will get out of here as quickly as I can."
Katie was a brunette with a lean athletic body and bronzed skin that suggested she had spent a lot of time in the sun. She was wearing a colorful two-piece swimsuit with ties on the hips of her bikini bottoms. Michelle was blond, a little taller than Katie, and was sporting one of the skimpiest and sexiest bikinis I had ever seen. Kim was a redhead with fair skin that was as flawless as a porcelain doll. She had curves in all the right places and her purple bikini struggled to hide her large shapely tits. They were beautiful young girls in three varieties, and they were all as sexy as hell.
As I laid out my equipment and started vacuuming the pool floor, I watched as the three girls huddled together and were whispering to each other. I saw some animated expressions, but I didn't have a clue what they were talking about. Finally, Katie spoke up.
"This is a little awkward, so I need to know if you can keep a secret from my folks."
"Of course," I reassured her, "but I'm sure they have no problem with you laying out in the sun with some friends. Why is that a secret?"
"Because we do a little more than sunning and swimming," Michelle offered.
"Such as...?" I asked. I was clearly intrigued at this point as I considered some possibilities.
"Friday is our special day every week. We play Skinneyball and another game we invented," Kim said. "We're not sure if Katie's parents would approve."
"Skinneyball?"
"It's our made-up twist on volleyball," Katie explained. "We are all on the college varsity volleyball team, and we like to stay sharp in the summer. But the gym is not available and it gets a little boring just practicing on our own. So we invented 'skinneyball'. We each pick out a sexy looking guy on campus that we have not met and challenge him to play our new game here in the backyard."
"So why not just call it grass volleyball or three-on-three volleyball?" I asked.
"Because that's the part that makes it so exciting," Katie continued. "The guys don't know the rules until they get here. We play three people on a team with all of the normal rules of volleyball. The difference is the forfeit that each member of the losing team has to pay after each round. The penalty is an article of clothing. Since we all start out with just two items--shorts and a shirt for the guys and two-piece bikinis for the girls, it does not take too long to get down to bare skin. Thus the name."
"That means three new guys every week and a world of possibilities," Michelle added. "The game is just the appetizer. We spend the rest of the afternoon skinny-dipping and whatever else our three victims are willing to try."
"And that's why we need you to promise to keep our little game a secret," Katie said. "If my folks ever found out, that would be the end of it."
"I'm cool with it," I replied. "I can keep your secret."
"The guys are supposed to arrive in a few minutes. You are welcome to stay and watch if you want."
I was definitely intrigued now, and since I had nothing else on my schedule for the rest of the day, I decided to stay and see what 'skinneyball' was all about. I was just finishing up with my pool duties when I heard Kim call out.
"Damn it. The guy I invited just flaked out. That screws up our three-on-three setup."
The other two girls just turned to me with big smiles on their faces. "Maybe we have a back-up right here!"
I didn't have much time to make a decision, not that I needed much time, because a boy stepped into the backyard at that moment. Katie ran over to him and gave him a hug. "This is Tommy. I met him at the student union yesterday and he agreed to join us today."
"I had to double-check the address before I walked around back," Tommy said. "This place is incredible. You didn't tell me your folks were loaded!"
"This is Michelle and Kim," Katie said as she pointed to her friends. "And this is Chris. He cleans our pool, but we're trying to talk him into staying for the afternoon."
A few minutes later, another boy walked through the gate to the backyard. Michelle introduced him as Greg, and we all pulled up some chairs by the pool. Kim looked over at me to get my answer.
"Well, have you decided to stay and join us for the festivities thus afternoon?" she asked.
"I mean, how can I refuse?" I replied. "Three beautiful girls in sexy bikinis and a warm, sunny afternoon. Based on what you've told me, this could be a very interesting day."
Tommy and Greg look puzzled by my comments, so the girls filled them in on the rules of the 'skinneyball' game that they had invented. Their eyes grew wider when they heard about the penalties for losing a match, but they both said they were in.
"We've done this for 6 weeks now, and so far, not a single guy has told us he wasn't interested," Katie said with a big smile. "I guess the possibility of seeing some naked chicks is a real turn-on."
"My question is, how do we choose up sides?" I asked. "Is it guys against girls? Mixed teams?"
"We decided from the start that guys against girls might not be an even match," Michelle explained, "so we worked out a blind selection system. There are six pieces of paper in this box. Three have a green dot and three have a blue dot. Once we each pick out a piece of paper, the teams will be the greens against the blues. So far, it has worked out pretty well."
As it worked out, I was teamed with Kim and Michelle, while Katie played with Tommy and Greg. The 'skinneyball' court was marked out on the grass, and Katie explained some of the ground rules. The first match was very close. It was clear that Kim and Michelle had some excellent volleyball skills, but in the end, the two guys on the opposing team worked well with Katie to beat us 21-18. The first moment of truth was at hand.
For me, paying the penalty was easy. It was simple as pulling my T-shirt over my head and tossing it on the grass. I made sure to flex like a bodybuilder for added appeal, and I got a meager round of applause for my efforts. I wondered how my two female teammates would handle defeat, but they did not hesitate a moment to untie their bikini tops and throw them on the grass near my shirt. In fact, they seemed almost eager to show off their feminine charms. Kim pulled us close for a team huddle before the second match. I don't think it was an accident that both girls were pressing their beautiful bare tits against my chest as we talked strategy. For my part, I did everything I could to maintain the huddle for as long as I could. Both Tommy and Greg were watching with pleasure as my two topless teammates were strutting their stuff just a few feet from them. My hope was that we could take advantage of that distraction in the second match.
That is precisely what happened. Through a combination of some solid play by my teammates and some lucky breaks, we won the second match by a score of 21-14. The two guys quickly stripped off their shirts, and it did not take much longer for Katie to undo her bikini top and toss it on the grass. Now the game was getting interesting.
"I guess we all know what is at stake in the final match," Katie said confidently. "I am looking forward to watching Chris peel off those shorts when we beat you."
"I was actually thinking just the opposite," I replied. "I was going to offer to help you untie those strings on your bikini bottom and reveal your beautiful body in all its naked glory."