The summer before my senior year of college was the best time of my life. I stayed at school to take a summer class to keep up on credits. The class was a basic physics class for non-engineering majors. I just needed some science credits and "Physics for Poets," as it was unofficially titled, fulfilled some requirements without much effort. I had already taken physics in high school, so the class was largely a review for me.
My off-campus house was leased for the full year, so it really wasn't costing me much to stay at school. Since I was only taking one class, I was also able to work pretty much full time. That enabled me to keep my bank balance at what I needed for the next school year and still have some money for entertainment over the summer. The situation was almost ideal.
What also made the situation ideal is that my girlfriend was a local "townie." Her house was about a 10-minute drive from me. Even with my job and class, I had plenty of time on my hands. Chloe was kind of a butterface, but she was sexy as hell. She was about 5'3", 115 lbs, half-Asian with long dark hair. Her hot 21-year-old body was in great shape with beautiful, firm b-cups and a tight ass. She kept a nice dark landing strip around her tight, perpetually wet pussy. Best of all: She LOVED to fuck! At that age, that was my number one criterion for a girlfriend. She would come over most nights to hang out. If she stayed over, we'd fuck at least 2 or 3 times. If she didn't, we'd just fuck once or twice. She'd always cum at least once (at least that's what she told me) and her pussy was always soaking wet--especially when I could feel it tighten around my cock as she grew more excited. Her favorite position was when she laid flat on her stomach and I fucked her from behind. She loved when I went balls deep and filled her all the way. Since she was on the pill, I always fucked her bare. Sometimes she'd ask me to cum on her, sometimes she'd tell me to cum inside her. Afterwards, we'd sleep soundly, naked and entwined.
What a summer! My free time was spent working out, hanging out with my friends, smoking weed, drinking beer, and fucking Chloe. Most of the remaining time was spent working--and that didn't suck, either. I landed a job with a pool company servicing the private pools in the upscale neighborhoods in the hills above campus. While I wouldn't call it exciting, this job was much less dull than many other summer jobs. It wasn't challenging, but there was variety throughout the day. I traveled to different homes in the company van throughout the day to test chemicals, clean pools, and perform small repairs. I had a pool at home, so I knew how everything worked. Best of all: I wasn't couped up inside all summer.
My favorite stop became the Coppola's house. Mrs. Coppola was probably in her late 30's and still pretty hot after two kids. She was Italian/Greek looking with olive skin and thick, dark curly hair. She was about 5'2", voluptuous, with big c-cup tits that looked great on the few occasions she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit when I arrived. I don't know why, but I have always found the right one-piece bathing suit to be sexier than bikinis. She looked fantastic with her dark hair contrasting with her white one-piece struggling to support her gorgeous breasts. The compression of her swimsuit against her still youthful breasts produced amazing cleavage. She didn't try to look younger than her age. She was just a naturally sexy, sweet, feminine woman. She was always there alone when I came to service the pool. Her husband was at work and her kids were at camp.
The summer really got interesting after I had been on the job about three weeks. One day when I arrived at the Coppola's house, Mrs. Coppola greeted me as I entered the back gate. She wasn't dressed to swim, so she apparently was waiting for me. I had smoked a little weed before I left my previous stop so she caught me a little by surprise.
"Hi Peter. I'm glad you're here. I was in the pool last night and my earring fell off. It's in the deep end. Could you get it for me?" She said.
"Sure, I'll get the net." I replied.
"No," She said. "It's too delicate. Otherwise, I would have done that myself. Can you jump in and get it?"
"I don't have a swimsuit on."
"Don't you have one in the van?"
"No, I don't keep one in there."
"Well, Mike's suit will be way too big and the boys' suits definitely won't fit you."
"I get kinda grossed out wearing other guys' trunks anyway."
"Ugh. I really want to get that earring before it gets damaged or sucked in the drain. It's pretty expensive. Could you go in in your underwear? I won't look."
