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"Thank you," I heard Laura tell the lone customer as he settled his bar tab. He muttered a reply and wove slightly as he made for the exit. The words jerked me out of my reverie. The tipsy customer fumbled for the doorknob and let himself out into the warm night.
It's going to be a dull evening, I thought. I would be at work for three more hours, mostly alone since Laura's shift ended in an hour.
It was the end of the summer season at Arrowhead Resort. Most schools had already started back up, and we had very few guests left. Only five rooms at the resort were occupied. Next week, the main resort would revert to winter mode. All but twenty of the 104 rooms and cabins would be closed, along with the main kitchen and dining area. The golf course, marina and bar, with its little kitchen, would remain open. Staffing had been minimized for the low season.
It'd been a good summer for tips up until the last two weeks. Last summer, my tips had allowed me to buy a small boat. Autumn would be slow, but I would continue to work some evenings and weekend nights. The part-time bar job supplemented my day work as a handyman for hire, and allowed me time to hunt, fish, and hike in the area. I was looking forward to the upcoming autumn hunting season. The fish and game I brought home helped fill my larder, and my other expenses were incidental.
Laura and I were the only bar staff working this Wednesday evening, and it had been the slowest night of the entire summer season. It was about as exciting as watching the grass grow.
"I'll get the closing checklist started," she said. I gave her a nod, then watched surreptitiously as she walked out of the room to get what she needed from the storage closet.
Laura was new this season, and the youngest of the servers who worked the bar. She was barely of age to serve liquor, with a sweet face and even sweeter body. The funny thing was how self-conscious she was about it. This was evidenced by the way she wore her uniform shirt a size too big and untucked, attempting to hide her womanly shape. That stupid shirt covered half her ass, too. Still, there were times she would reach over a table to serve a drink, and the shirt would pull tight across the side of her boob, outlining a perfectly formed breast. I liked to imagine cupping it in my hand, the weight of it filling the palm, the rest spilling from my fingers as I kneaded the firm flesh. My guess was she was about a 34D.
There were other times she would reach up for something on a shelf behind the bar, and the shirt would hike up over her waistband, showing just a flash of tanned skin, and the round curve of her shapely ass. I was tempted to start storing more things on the higher shelves behind the bar, but I didn't want to listen to the other servers bitch about it. Not Laura though; she wouldn't have complained. She would have gone about her business without comment.
I knew the other servers teased Laura about having a crush on me. They thought I paid no attention when they chattered in the breakroom, or clustered together gossiping and laughing during slow times in the bar. I'd pretend I didn't hear when they needled her, causing her to blush, whenever her eyes lingered a little too long on me. They weren't catty toward her the way some women could get when they got together. Instead, they treated Laura more like a kid sister.
The other two males on the bar team thought Laura was probably still a virgin. My guess was that she was just inexperienced. They tended to focus their flirtations on the more outgoing women on the resort staff. Jeff was hot for at least one woman in every department, provided her pants were tight. Mick was fond of just about any of the female staff, as long as they wore heavy makeup and had dyed blonde hair. Laura didn't meet their qualifications. Also, she was taller than Mick, which I thought bothered him more than he cared to admit. Personally, I found Laura's downplaying of her appearance appealing. She reminded me of a doe, with her wide, soft brown eyes, and three shades of brown in her hair.
Mick and Jeff had managed to work their way through several of the female resort staff; however, I tried to keep my cock in my pants around co-workers. I'd learned over time that there can be too much drama resulting from workplace dalliances, but I considered taking the risk for a piece of Laura.
I amused myself by watching her, as she tried to unobtrusively watch me while she went about cleaning the main area of the bar. It was a habit of hers when things were slow. The thing was, I was better at not getting caught at this little game. She thought she was playing it alone.
I idly wiped down the bar, while tallying the number of times I'd caught Laura watching me from the corner of her eye this evening. At least five times, I decided. Turning my back to Laura, I began cleaning the window behind me, and was nearly done, when I saw movement on the other side.
One of the unique features of Arrowhead Resort was the arrowhead-shaped swimming pool. And the unique feature of the pool was the window in the deep end that allowed swimmers who dove under the water to look into the bar, and the bar patrons to look out.
The nighttime pool lights were set to low intensity. The water and lights worked together to cast an otherworldly blue glow through the window. The bar lights were dim as well. I wasn't even sure if swimmers could see well into the bar at night.
Two pairs of legs kicked gently as a pair of swimmers made use of the pool. The only visible parts of their bodies were their hips and legs. Based on what they wore, I guessed it was a man and woman bobbing in the water of the nine-foot-deep pool.
I shrugged off the image of the late night swimmers, and turned to wash the last of the dirty glasses currently stacked in the bar sink. As I was drying my hands, I heard Laura give a gasp of shock.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed.
She was staring past me, through the window and into the pool. Following her gaze, I turned to see what had caught her attention. Maybe one of the pesky late season tourists had drowned.
I saw that the two swimmers now floated close to the glass, likely clinging to the edge of the pool based on their proximity to us. The female pair of legs had discarded her bikini bottom. The man's hand was working itself between her legs, fingers stroking slowly in and out of her folds. Her pussy appeared shaved, with only a thin landing strip of hair left over her outer lips. The water distorted their flesh somewhat, adding an interesting sensual dimension to the scene.
As we watched, the swimmers continued to float in front of our window. The buoyancy of the water would sometimes turn them slightly toward the window, then slightly away. As I watched, the woman's hand pulled the waistband of her companion's swim trunks away from his body and down, so the elastic band now encircled his upper thighs. His semi-rigid cock bobbed almost comically in the water. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to stroke him lightly. Their bodies bumped against each other gently, then they floated a few inches apart as they played with each other's sex.
"There's a better view from behind the bar," I said, turning my head just enough to glance at Laura. She still wore her stunned expression, but her lips were parted just slightly. Her eyes were locked onto the scene.
At first, I thought she may not have heard me, but then she began to move toward the bar, so I turned my eyes back to the tableau in the window. Laura stepped behind the bar, and I extended my hand to her. Would she take it? If so, it would be the first time we'd ever touched aside from the few times we had accidentally brushed against one another when we worked the bar on crowded summer nights. She glanced at me hesitantly, then laid her hand in mine. I used it to draw her closer, turning her so that we both faced the window, leaving my hands on her upper arms. I kept my touch light, afraid too heavy a hand might send her scurrying back around to the far side of the bar.
"Look," I said quietly.
We stood below the swimmers, or rather, their lower halves. I could see a bit more of them from this angle, though their faces above the water were not visible. The woman's large breasts remained covered by her bikini top. Otherwise, we had a very good view of the action from where we stood. The angle, combined with looking into the water through the glass gave a strange distortion to their bodies, though things were clear enough that it took little effort to see what was happening.
As we watched, the woman floated closer to her companion. His two fingers still leisurely worked in and out between her pussy lips.
I shifted my feet and repositioned myself until only a mere couple of inches separated me from Laura. She was at least five-foot eight, fitting nicely back against my six-foot four frame. She was so close that the hair caught in her ponytail tickled me under my chin. Glancing down, I could see her wringing a bar towel between her hands. She seemed to be holding her breath for a few moments at a time, then she would exhale raggedly.
"Can they see us?" she asked nervously.
"No," I murmured, my lips grazing her ear. She shivered lightly. "Not at this angle. We'll be able to see without being seen, as long as they don't go under."
I caressed Laura's arms, then took hold of her hips. I wondered if she would pull away from me; I hoped she wouldn't. She remained still and ramrod straight as we watched the swimmers. I found myself breathing in sync with her.
