Blair's Day at the Pool

Note to readers: unexpectedly I now have free time and taking the opportunity to practice writing. I haven't written much beyond emails, presentations, and summary memos for more than a decade. This is my first effort so please be gentle.

Blair's Day at the Pool

While most people get holidays like President's Day and others, when you work at an auto shop, those holidays are often the busiest of the year. So while Blair, my wife of 5 years, had a day off from teaching at the Montessori school, I had to go into the shop at noon and relieve the morning shift. At least I got a leisurely morning, even though I dreaded the coming slog.

After more than a little grumbling at Blair about her getting the day off and her responding, "too bad so sad," I did manage to ask her what she would be doing while I was toiling away at the shop.

"Kelly invited me over to her house. She got the pool filled up last week and we are going to hang out and get started on a tan." My brain froze for a moment, picturing Kelly in a swimsuit. At 30, Kelly was stunning. Mostly stunning because of her enormous breasts. Now, I really like Blair's boobs, at a very firm 36D cup. But dang -- Kelly's boobs are the type you only see in naughty movies. I wouldn't even be able to guess the cup size.

"Hello. Ground control to Major tom." That is Blair's way of calling me out when I drift off. "You're thinking about Kelly's boobs again, aren't you. You're such a perv." Even though she was tapping her foot, she also had a knowing smirk. We've previously talked quite a bit about Kelly's boobs. Fortunately, as I mentioned, Blair has nothing to be ashamed about and isn't at all jealous of my drooling.

"Oh, yeah!" I drawled with my tongue hanging out. "Er, I mean, um, no! I'm just jealous that you have the afternoon off and I don't get to be there to slather sunscreen on them. I mean you!" Blair playfully punched my arm and called me a perv again.

"If I have to be at work, the least you can do is send me pictures during the day to keep me sane," I said as I started for the door to head to work.

Blair squinted, "I'm not sending you pictures of Kelly's boobs!"

I actually hadn't meant that, but now that it was in my head, "Sorry. I actually did mean pictures of you. But you know, now that you mention it..." I trailed off in thought. "Really though," I continued more seriously. "Please send me pictures of you during the day."

Blair smiled a little at that. "Maybe." Kelly and Blair teach at the same school and had become friends over the last year. It turns out Kelly's husband was some kind of sleezeball and got caught trying to extort a co-worker and ended up getting put in jail. Kelly took that as an opportunity to divorce him and keep the house and cars.

I'd been at the shop about an hour when my watch vibrated. I looked at it to see a notification of a text and pic from Blair. It took everything I had to not tell the customer I was working with to hold on a second. After about 5 minutes explaining the risk of bald tires, the customer finally relented and opted for the cheapest option available.

On normal days we only need one person staffing the customer counters. There are 2 separate counters a few feet apart and today, with the rush, my colleague Larry and I were both pretty busy.

I finally got a chance to unlock my phone and take a look at what she sent me. It was a picture of the pool. No people, just the pool. I mean, it is a nice pool I haven't been to. And it looks like a private yard with woods behind the pool.

Me: that's a pool

Blair: You said you wanted a picture of the pool. I sent one for you!

Me: I don't think I asked for pictures of the pool.

Blair: What? Maybe you didn't specify.

I was about to reply when another customer came in to pick up their car after some brake work. 10 minutes later I got back to my phone.

Me: Sigh. Ok, I'll specify. I want pictures of them... I mean you at the pool.

I was going to try to find an emoji of a bikini but a couple more customers came in. The next 30 minutes was a constant rush of people dropping off or picking up cars. I felt my watch vibrate several times but couldn't take a moment to check.

Blair: emoji of rolling eyes

Blair: You're at work. I don't want anyone to see you opening a picture of me with pasty white skin. [another picture of the pool from a slightly different angle]

Blair: Are you there? Ok. Here's a picture of me at the pool [picture of a pair of feet with the pool in the background].

Me: Aw. Please! I promise not to show anyone except Bill.

For backstory, Bill is a co-worker that we joke about being hot for Blair. About a year ago there was a get together and Bill got a bit drunk. He was trying to chat up Blair and she was being polite and letting him. At one point I had to hit the head and when I came out everyone was standing up and laughing, pointing at Bill who stood there soaked from having a full pitcher of beer poured over his head. I learned later that he had tried to grab Blair's ass and she dumped the beer on him in response. Eventually, a couple of guys agreed to drive him home, one guy driving Bill's car.

When a woman is as hot as Blair I guess they get used to such things. And I'm not the jealous type so something minor like that didn't bother me. I knew that Blair wasn't going to be swayed by Bill and she knew how to handle herself. She's regularly hit on when we go to bars and knows how to decline the advances, often after a bit of flirting. Only once have I had to intervene when a guy started to get aggressive and not listening to the "no" response. I stepped between them and was about to surprise him with a head butt to his nose (nobody ever expects that move). Before I could do that though, one of the bouncers came up from behind him and immobilized him with a full nelson. The bouncer frog-walked the guy to the bar and told him to pay his tab, leave a big tip, and get out.

But I digress. Anyway, Blair and I talked about what happened with Bill and we both pretty much laughed it off as him being drunk and her handling the situation. The next time Bill and I worked the same shift, he sheepishly apologized to me and asked me to apologize to Blair.

A few months after the Bill incident he came up again in a conversation. Well, I was playing a video game and have to admit I was only half paying attention to what Blair was saying. After killing a boss baddie it struck me that I hadn't heard her say anything for a while. I paused the game and turned to her, knowing I was about to get the stink eye.

"I was just telling you how I ran into Bill from work at the grocery store today."

"Oh, uh. Sorry. How did that go?" Am I in trouble? I don't know, probably.

"I was saying... He was very nice and we chatted for a bit, mostly about groceries and the weather. The thing I was trying to tell you is that I could barely get him to make eye contact. He kept looking down. I figured it was because he was shy. But then I noticed that he wasn't really just looking down, he was looking down at my boobs."

I blinked a couple of times. Again, Blair's boobs are pretty awesome and I stare at them a lot myself. It's a bit different for someone I work with at the shop though. "He was staring at your boobs? Do I need to talk with him?"

"Oh! Please don't. It was kind of funny actually. And lots of guys stare at my boobs, remember? Like you're doing now."

Busted. "Is this what you were wearing?" Blair had on a white button up shirt she often wears for work at the school. Just a regular shirt for most women but anyone can tell that she fills it out nicely.

"This? Yes. But I only noticed after a couple minutes of talking was that a couple of buttons were undone." With that she undid the top two buttons. Now, the plain old shirt became a sexy teacher shirt, with the last done button right about the bottom of her breasts, along the line of the center of her bra. With those top buttons undone she showed a lot of cleavage. When she turned away slightly to grab her water glass, the shirt gaped open a little showing me most of her right breast, up to the start of the bra cup.

I stared. She noticed. "I'm up here, bub," but she said this with a smile. I noticed my blood flowing to a certain region.

"You were showing him that much? What did you do?" I had all these conflicting thoughts. First, I wanted to jump on her right here on the couch. Second, here's my co-worker who already tried to grab her ass seeing most of her boobs. Third, is that really more than people see when she's wearing a bikini? Fourth, if I reach over and grope her boob will she be mad?

"At first I was embarrassed since I didn't notice earlier that the buttons were open. And I wondered if I'd been like that in the end of day staff meeting. I also didn't want to bring more attention to them by buttoning them up, so I just left them open and pretended not to notice."

"You left them open like that for Bill? In the grocery store?" I had to adjust myself to avoid a painful situation, an action Blair did not miss. She smirked again and then turned to put her water glass back down, giving me another side view of her gaping open shirt.

"Of course. It was pretty funny. He could barely hold a conversation or answer any questions. He walked next to me down the bread aisle. I'm pretty sure he was staring right down my shirt the whole time. And I think he adjusted himself. Like you just did." Another smirk as she looked at my pants. "I guess you like hearing about Bill checking out my boobs," she finished.

I really didn't know how to respond. I like looking at her and know that others do too. But was this too much? If she were only telling me about this would I have a different reaction, or am I getting turned on by looking at her or that Bill got to see this view too? Both? "You're killing me here," was all I could answer. Was that a vague enough reply?

"Am I?" she asked. "I was thinking I should send him along, but then something came over me. I saw the loaf of bread I wanted on the second to the bottom shelf, so I bent over to grab it." With that, she stood up to demonstrate. Bent over, she provided a perfect view of her breasts, including about half of her bra. The cups just barely covered the tops of her nipples. I thought I actually caught a hint of areola but that could have been wishful thinking. I may have moaned a bit.

"I got the bread but the basket was mostly full and I didn't want things to fall over and crush it, so I put the basket on the floor to move things around. I may have done something naughty." She pretended to be carrying the basket, turned a little and then turned back as she got to her knees in front of me. During that turn away move she had somehow managed to undo another button.

Blair continued to pretend she needed to adjust the contents of the grocery basket on her knees in front of me. At that level, bent over, and another button undone, I could see all of her bra. Heck, I could see her belly button. And now there was no doubt I could see the top half of areola.

Once done adjusting the imaginary basket, Blair stared openly at my tenting shorts. "Oh my -- that's what Bill looked like too!" Then she reached out and rubbed my cock through my shorts.

That was enough for me, I bent over and yanked my shorts and underwear down. My cock sprang out and pointed straight at Blair's face. She grabbed it and gave me a smile before wrapping her lips around it. I'd like to say I lasted a long time, but it was probably only 30 seconds before I blew my load in her mouth, surprising both of us. She took it all.

Even though I was spent, I do understand the need for reciprocity. I pushed her down to the floor on her back and pushed her skirt up and then yanked her panties off her legs. She was soaked when I got my lips onto her pussy. I was going to give her a long and slow effort but she quickly wrapped her legs around my head, pressing me in. And, like me, it was only seconds before she exploded in her own orgasm, nearly suffocating me as she squeezed my head tight.

When she finally freed me, we lay heaped together on the floor, my video game forgotten.

"That was unexpected," she said, looking at the ceiling. "I had no idea you would like that."

"I had no idea either. That was unbelievable." As my head cleared a bit, I was trying to figure out how much was real and how much was made up. And I was a little afraid to find out.

The next day at work I checked recent work schedules for the shop, specifically Bill's. I couldn't recall seeing him for a while and looking at the calendar and notes showed why. Bill was off this whole week and across the country on a family vacation. Is it possible to feel both relieved and disappointed at the same time?

Over the next few months, every once in a while we would use "Bill" as a kind of foreplay. Blair would tell me about seeing him at the gym after work and that he would be staring at her pokies through her outfit. I knew Bill was working the afternoon to evening shift that day. Another time she claimed to have met Bill at the mall and they helped each other pick out clothes, including peeps in the dressing rooms. One time she said that Bill told her he was considering going to school to become a masseuse and asked her to help him practice. These interactions always resulted in great sex, including re-enactments sometimes.

Blair started dressing a little sexier in her daily outfits. One day I watched her putting on her demi cup bra that I like so much. The bra is supposed to just barely cover the nipples, but with her boobs, the bra only pushes them straight up and her nipples are fully uncovered. I stood behind her, feeling her up and watching in the mirror.

"Are you wearing this to show off for Bill?" Blair arched her back and pushed her breasts harder into my palms.

"Mmmmm. Of course. I'm having lunch with Bill today. Or maybe I'm having Bill for lunch today," she purred before pushing away. She put on a loose-fitting cardigan and bent over to show me that it gaped open and everything showed. "Think Bill will like this?"

"I think his head might explode."

"That's what I'm hoping for," she winked.

As happened typically, Bill was at the shop working over lunch. Plus, Blair couldn't leave the school over lunch. They usually ate in the teacher's lounge or in the cafeteria if they were on lunch duty.

That evening when I got home Blair was on the couch with a random tv show but mostly paying attention to her phone. "How'd lunch with Bill go?" I asked.

Blair looked up from her phone. "Better than I hoped! My outfit was a hit!"

"Oh? Tell me more. Or, maybe show me?" Blair gave me a bit of side-eye as she thought about it. She put down her phone, hopped off the couch and headed to the bedroom to change back into her "work" clothes. From the bedroom she yelled at me to have a seat at the kitchen table for lunch.

A couple minutes later she rejoined me in the kitchen. "Oh, there you are Bill!" she said. "Sorry I'm a few minutes late. I had to help one of the kids."

"No problem Blair. I just sat down myself. That's a nice cardigan. It would look even better on the floor of my bedroom."

"Oh you're so naughty. I might have to spank you later. But first I need to grab my lunch out of the fridge. Be right back." Blair sauntered over to the fridge and bent over to find something on the bottom shelf. Her skirt rose up a bit to show off her ass and some thigh skin. "Here it is!" When she turned around I noticed one of the buttons on the cardigan had accidentally come undone. Apparently this has become a pattern.

Blair walked back to the table with her imaginary lunch. Instead of sitting down, she bent over dramatically to pull items out of the imaginary bag and place them. Bent over like that, I could clearly see down the cardigan and with the small bra, every bit of her nipples were on display.

"Oooh," I said. "Take all the time you need."

With that, Blair's hands did a flutter motion. "Oh no! I've spilled my rice cup all over you. Don't get up. I'll clean this up." Blair came to my side of the table and pretended to scoop up rice off the table while bent over, her exposed breasts only inches from my face.

I had to adjust myself, which Blair noticed. "Hold on a second, I'll get that off," she smirked at the double entendre. "Let me throw this batch into the trash behind you. Blair proceeded to press forward, which meant that her exposed breasts were now pressed to my face. I eagerly took in a nipple and grabbed her ass with both hands as she leaned in and shook about like she was dropping rice into a container.

After a few seconds she looked down, "oh gosh. I didn't mean to do that. I hope you aren't offended." She slowly backed her boobs away from my face.

"You're so clumsy" I said with a smile, staring at her boobs and my hands still on her ass. "You've gotten rice all over my pants."

"I'm so sorry Bill. Let me work that out. Scooch your chair over a little." I turned my chair about 90 degrees so Blair had access. Blair dropped to her knees and spread my legs open so she could get close. She started brushing the rice off the front of my pants, mostly just rubbing my cock. "Gosh, these are really stuck in, I'm going to have to push them from the inside."

Blair unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and started rubbing my hard cock through my underwear. "There's so much rice in there. I can't believe you spilled so much," I groaned.

Blair looked up at me and continued to work on the rice. Finally, in frustration at not getting it all, she was forced to pull my cock out through the fly. "Gosh, rice even got on here. Let me get that." And she started licking my cock up and down and circling the end, before finally taking as much of it in as she could. This time I managed to go about a minute before erupting into her mouth.

Having collected all of the "rice", Blair stood back up. "Well," she said. "At least I got to have something for lunch!"

***

Oh, yeah -- I forgot where I was. Back to the story, Blair is at her coworker Kelly's house, lounging at the pool while I'm at work. I was begging Blair to send me pictures of them at the pool and joked that the only one I might share them with is Bill.

Blair: Are you there? Ok. Here's a picture of me at the pool [picture of a pair of feet with the pool in the background].

Me: Aw. Please! I promise not to show anyone except Bill.

Blair: Bill likes to suck on my toes. I meant to send that picture to him along with the other picture I sent him, instead of you.

Me: then send me the picture you sent to Bill!

Blair: Hmm. I don't know if you can handle that picture. I'll see about getting one that is toned down.

Another couple of customers cars were ready, so I had to put the phone down and get them cleared out. My watch vibrated a few more times.

Blair: Don't let anyone see this. [picture from above of Blair lying on her front on a lounger -- showing from the waist up to the back of her head]

I looked over to make sure Larry was busy.

Me: Nice! That might be too tame for Bill. And I figured you would want to avoid tan lines from the straps.

I couldn't be sure, but the straps gave me the impression that she was wearing my favorite bikini. It's a light blue and thin lined. It allows for excellent pokies and, when wet, shows an outline of nipple.

Blair: I didn't have to send that one to Bill. When I sent him the toe picture he said he would be right over and Kelly said that would be great! He took that picture for me after I put the straps back on for you. He got one from the side when I had my top undone.

I closed my eyes, imagining Blair laying on the lounger with all the D cup side boob showing. Then I glanced through into the shop to see that Bill was arm deep in an engine compartment trying to replace a carburetor.