Pool Boy Voyeur

This is a fictional story from the recesses of my perverted mind. Any resemblance to any real people or places is a coincidence. All characters depicted are 18-years of age or older.

The build up to the sex scene is gradual. After all, half the fun is in the tease.

Pool-boy Voyeur

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You know when you meet people for the first time in a casual setting, such as a bar, the topic of conversation will ordinarily get around to occupation? Very common, right? It's a classic icebreaker. Well, when I mention that I run my own little business, Paul Porter's Pool Service, the person (usually a guy) will give a sly grin and a salacious laugh. "So you're a pool boy, huh?" It's generally followed up with a perverted comment like, "I bet you have some wild stories?" or "Bet ya must see a lot of T and A!" Some will even crudely ask, "Ya get any pussy from the lonely housewives?"

The new acquaintance is usually disappointed when I explain that in my twenty-plus years in business, I hadn't encountered any erotic situations, let alone had a sexual liaison with a customer. In fact, I tell him it's actually a pretty mundane job. Most of the time no one's home when I arrive to clean their pool. And, if the homeowner is around, they might say a quick hi or complain about an issue with their pool, but usually that's it. If kids or teens are in the pool area, they usually run in the house when I show up. Nothing too out of the norm.

Honestly I'm amazed that the acquaintance I'm talking with thinks I would be capable of such sexual affairs; assuming they're being serious and not sarcastic. Quite honestly I don't look like the stereotypical porn movie pool boy. I'm more like the alcoholic pool cleaner Buttermaker, played by legendary actor Walter Matthau, from the classic 70's movie The Bad News Bears.

Like the Buttermaker character, I tend to spend my off hours consuming a lot of malt, barley, yeast, and water. As a result, I'm shaped more like a pear these days than a muscle bulging body builder. Not the type of physique that generally inspires a sexual fantasy amongst my female customers.

However, about a year ago I experienced something that I could definitely characterize as a "wet dream come true". I'm taking a chance sharing this story, but it's too good to keep to myself.

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It all began on a hot Friday afternoon in late June when I arrived for my weekly service call at the Lombardi residence. Jerry Lombardi was a very well to do and powerful lawyer that had just bought a new home on the barrier island in the mid Atlantic ocean front community that I lived in. Well, I technically live in the more affordable mainland just a few miles from his place. He was a new account of mine that had been referred to me by Franklin Battinger Sr., one of my long time customers. Jerry and Frank are members of the same golf club.

Jerry's a good looking, tall, athletic guy in his early 50's; maybe a couple years older than me. Beyond that, I didn't really know a lot about the guy. I certainly didn't know he'd sired a gorgeous daughter.

Still feeling the effects of the previous night's drinking binge, I clumsily opened the fence to the pool area of the breathtaking multi-million dollar home. The eight-foot pool cleaning pole I was carrying slipped from my hand and crashed loudly to the hard stone deck.

"What the Fuck!!!" yelled a very attractive, but startled, young woman as she jumped from laying on her stomach to a sitting position on the round two-person day bed. I swear I got a quick glimpse of tight, tanned ass cheek before she spun onto her back.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry miss!" I responded as I dropped the rest of my equipment and put my hands up in a non threatening posture " I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Paul the pool guy. I'm here to do the weekly service."

"Oh...hi...Paul," she finally sputtered as her right arm held her bikini top tightly to her chest. It appeared she'd untied the strings around her back, I'm assuming to avoid tan lines. The strings around her neck were secured. "I'm Stephanie. Now that I think of it my dad did mention you'd be by today, but I guess I forgot.

"Look's like I scared you as much as you scared me," she continued, chuckling. "You can put your hands down now. I'm not gonna call the cops."

I laughed nervously and quickly lowered my arms. "I won't be too long. Twenty-minutes or so," I said as I bent over to pick up my equipment. "Take your time," she replied.

While I walked towards the skimmer on the opposite side of the pool from where Stephanie was laying, I glanced to see the woman deftly tie the strings of her top. Without her arm in the way, I could see she had a nice set of medium sized tits. She then released her long, luxurious brunette hair from the scrunchy that was holding it in a bun on top of her head and shook it out so it fell to midway down her back.

At that point, I honestly expected her to pick up her towel and head into the house or at the very least put on head phones and become absorbed in her phone. However, to my surprise she propped herself up against the back of the day bed and extended her long tan legs out in front of her, giving me a better view of her attractive body. Then she did something that totally surprised the hell out of me. She actually began a conversation with me.

"So ya keeping busy this summer Paul?" she asked, seeming genuinely interested.

I responded that I was, which led her to ask me about my business. I proceeded to give her a short synopsis of my life story. I'd begun cleaning pools during summer breaks back when I was in high school, got a two year degree at the local community college then ventured out into my own business which I'd had for nearly thirty-years. I had one part time employee to assist me. Between the two of us we serviced about eighty customers. Enough business to allow me to make ends meet and pay alimony for a marriage that had gone south. I left that part out of my story to Stephanie, and won't bore you with the particulars here.

"Uh, how about you?" I asked, upon finishing my story. By that time I'd tested the pool water, hooked up the vacuum hose and had begun cleaning the pool floor while making my way closer to her position on the deck. "How's your summer going?"

Stephanie said it was going well, and explained that she was on summer break from Duke University where she was going into her junior year. I figured that made her about twenty-years old. She was visiting her parents for a couple weeks before she headed off to the training camp in Princeton, NJ, for the U.S. National Rowing Team. Turns out she'd been rowing crew since her freshman year in high school and had worked her way to being one of the top women in the nation. Smart and athletic. I was duly impressed. It also gave us a common interest to talk about it.

"I know you wouldn't believe it to look at me today," I joked, "but I actually rowed crew my first two years of high school," She gave a cute little giggle. I added that I rowed stroke seat, which she knew meant that I helped set the pace that the coxswain called for.

"Why'd ya stop after your sophomore year?" Stephanie asked.

"The reasons were work and beer!" I admitted. "And not necessarily in that order." Stephanie convulsed in laughter for several seconds.

By now I was standing within five-feet of Stephanie's shaking body and was able to really get a good look at her lithe but muscular frame which had been sculpted by years of rigorous exercise. Her nipples poked through the swaths of white fabric that covered her tits. The bikini bottoms were cut high on her hips and scooped down to just above her pubic mound. The rower's washboard mid section was tight and toned. I could tell she was tall, but her feet were nearly to the end of the day bed, indicating she had to be nearly six-feet. The entire picture was causing my cock to stiffen in my board shorts and I hoped it wasn't obvious.

As I put away the pool vacuum and finished adding some chemicals to the water, she continued to explain that her position on the boat was sixth seat, which I knew was the engine room of a crew boat. This made sense taking into consideration her size and strength. She hoped to make the national team and participate in the Olympics that would be held in two years. Then she planned to go to law school and follow in Daddy's footsteps. I remarked that she had quite the ambitious plan and that I wished her the best of luck. Then I stood, inadvertently causing my dick to shift in my shorts, which I think she noticed. I pulled out my cell phone and prepared to take a picture of the pool.

"You take pictures of the pools when your finished cleaning?" she asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I've gotten into the habit of doing it with all of my accounts," I began. "Every now and again a customer will accuse me of not showing up, even though most of them have cameras in their yards. So, I take a picture to have my own proof. Ya know, C.Y.A."

"So you don't trust that I'll tell Daddy you were here and did a thorough job?" she asked with a mischievous grin while staring at me through her white framed sun glasses.

"Uh, well, uh no...I mean yes I trust you...I just wasn't thinking..." I was totally mortified.

"Relax Paul," Stephanie said as she jumped up from her laying position and skipped across the pool deck, boobs bouncing slightly. Before I knew it she was right next to me. "Here, let me help you 'Cover Your Ass'," she teased. She removed her sun glasses and hung them between the cups of her top, revealing a pair of beautiful hazel eyes, and a little more untanned tit. Then she grabbed my phone from my hand and checked to make sure it was in camera mode. Next she put her left arm around my waist, pressed her hip against my body, and extended her right arm out. Between the proximity of our bodies and the scent of her sun tan oil, I felt my cock throb.

"Say cheese!" And with that, she gave a seductive smile like she was posing for an Instagram photo and snapped a picture. I figured that was it but the next thing I knew, she stuck out her long pink tongue and snapped another selfie. I was dumbfounded.

"Here ya go," Stephanie said, as she handed me back my phone, grazing her fingers across the palm of my hand. I nearly came on contact.

"Uh thanks," was all I could manage to respond.

"So, do ya need help with that big pole of yours?" she said, surprising the hell out of me as she glanced down at my crotch then back at my face.

"Uh, excuse me?" I asked, hardly believing my ears.

"Your pool pole," Stephanie grinned wickedly while looking directly into my eyes. She pointed to my equipment laying on the ground. "Do ya need any help carrying it? Ya know I don't want you to drop it again and hurt yourself."

"Oh...uhh...na...I got it." I stuttered, then, with some difficulty, bent over to pick up my stuff. "Well, Nice meeting ya and sorry again for scaring ya."

"Oh no problem Paul, it was nice meeting you too. Maybe I'll see ya next week?" Then she suddenly turned on her heels and strutted off across the pool deck. I was fixated on her jiggling ass the whole time. Just as she reached the sliding glass doors that lead into her house, she glanced quickly over her shoulder and flashed me a knowing smile. I was so busted.

Needless to say, when I got home that evening I busted a large nut while gazing at the pictures of Stephanie and me. I particularly focused on the frame in which she stuck out her tongue and imagined it licking my stiff cock. I had more time to study every contour of her cute face. I fondly recalled her touch and scent as well. All the stimuli helped me to produce quite a load.

While Stephanie was incredibly hot, what made her even more attractive was the fact that she was down to earth and friendly. Unfortunately in my experience that was rare with many of these Gen-Z kids who were raised with a silver spoon in their mouth as it appeared she had been. However, she seemed like a grounded, respectful, and hardworking young lady in addition to being drop dead gorgeous.

I knew she was having fun teasing me and that I would never have a chance in the world of being with her. But, for a guy my age who looked like me, it was fun to fantasize. As you can imagine, I couldn't wait for the following Friday afternoon to arrive.

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Unfortunately, Stephanie was not at the pool when I showed up at the Lombrdi residence the next Friday afternoon. I resigned myself to the fact I'd be cleaning the pool without the presence of the beautiful woman to help pass the time.

I spent the better part of the next half-hour cleaning the pool hoping that at any minute Stephanie would appear. Sadly, she didn't. So, I took my picture of the clean pool, packed up my stuff and headed for the gate. It was at that point I realized I should take the opportunity to use the bathroom in the Lombardi's cabana since I could feel the call of nature coming on. Convenient bathroom stops were few and far between during my work day. I left my pool supplies on the outside of the fence and headed back into the pool area.

The Lombardi's had a cabana that housed the pool's pump and filter unit along with a bathroom and shower. The hut was situated on the opposite side of the pool, about twenty-feet or so from where the day bed and lounge chairs were laid out. The entrance was on the left side of the structure and constructed such that when you entered the narrow hallway their was the bathroom door on the left, the pool equipment room door directly ahead a few feet further down the hall, and a window on the hallway wall that looked out to the pool area.

I entered the restroom and proceeded to do my business. It was a couple minutes later when I exited the lavatory and immediately heard some giggling and laughing. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared out the window. To my disbelief, there was Stephanie, standing in front of the day bed kissing a young, blonde man, a couple inches taller than her, while sticking her hand down his shorts. I ducked quietly hoping they hadn't detected me. Then I slowly peaked over the windowsill.

As I looked at the hot scene playing out before me, I couldn't help but think that the lucky bastard having his dick played with by this gorgeous girl, looked familiar. However, I couldn't place my finger on it.

Luckily the window was open halfway, allowing me to hear them.

"Steph, what the fuck ya doin'?" the good looking boy blurted as their mouths separated. "We could get caught!"

"Na, my parents won't be home till after 6-o'clock, and our neighbors can't see anything," Stephanie responded.

"What about Mr. Porter the pool guy?" I heard the boy ask. "Do ya think he'll be back?"

I held my breath at the mention of my name. I wondered how the kid knew me.

"Don't worry Franky," Stephanie began. "I saw him take a picture of the pool and grab his stuff so I'm sure he's gone."

FRANKY?? Holy Shit!. I knew the kid looked familiar. It was Franklin Battinger Jr., the son of my client who had referred me to the Lombardi's. I'd known him since he was five years old, but hadn't seen him since he was in high school. He'd grown into one good looking man. I figure he had to be about Stephanie's age, maybe a year older.

I would find out later that summer during a casual conversation with Frank Sr. that Franky and Stephanie had met while rowing for the same crew club in their early teens. They'd dated from time to time and even attended each others proms.

"Nothing to serious?" Sr. said with a grin. "But I think they were 'friends with benefits' if ya know what I mean? The lucky son of a bitch!" he added with a wink.

I chuckled uncomfortably but thought to myself, "Yeah, I know exactly what ya mean!"

Stephanie returned to kissing Franky while beginning to move her hand up and down inside his swim trunks. I looked on in awe from my vantage point.

Boyfriend wasn't stupid. He quickly dropped his protest and started groping Stephanie's tits through her flimsy black bikini top. As they continued to make out and fondle each other, I was able to hear the slurping sounds and moans of pleasure over the hum of the pump motor emanating from the nearby equipment room.

A moment later Stephanie broke the clinch, grabbed a pillow off the day bed, dropped it on the ground between the two of them and kneeled on it. Then, to Franky's surprise, she grabbed his trunks by the waist and pulled them to his ankles.

Stephanie grabbed the guy's already stiff prick by the base and began teasing the head while gazing up at his face. That's what I imagined she would do to me every time I looked at the selfie where she stuck out her tongue. Man how I wished that was me she was giving head to, but unfortunately I was going to have to live vicariously through the lucky stud she was with.

The beautiful brunette took about half of Franky's dick into her mouth then began to bob slowly while continuing to hold the bottom of his shaft. After less than a minute she lifted her mouth from his cock and allowed her saliva to drool down his cock. She then began stroking his spit slickened dick several times before taking the phallus back into her mouth.

As you can imagine my cock proceeded to grow uncomfortably in my shorts. I moved from a crouch to kneeling, then without hesitation unzipped my cargo shorts and pulled my stiffening dick clumsily through the fly of my boxers and pants. While the kneeling wasn't the most comfortable position, it allowed me to stroke my cock while I continued to look on lustfully. The pleasure in my cock outweighed the pain in my knees.

On each down stroke my fist kept hitting something hard in my pocket. Then it dawned on me. "I have a video camera on my fuckin' phone.!"

Without even a second thought about the moral or legal consequences of my actions, I reached into my left shorts pocket and pulled out my phone. I set it to video and pressed play. Then I placed it surreptitiously on the windowsill and hoped they wouldn't notice and that it would record clearly enough that I could enjoy it later. Finally, I repositioned myself to look over the window ledge in real time, while still jerking my cock.

When I was finally able to refocus my attention on the horny couple, I saw Stephanie was continuing her tease...bob...drool...stroke blow job on a very appreciative Franky.

He especially liked when she would randomly stick out that sexy, pink tongue that I had jerked off to several times during the past week, and slapped his stiff dick on it.

A minute or so later Stephanie lowered her face slowly, deep throating as much of her stud's cock as possible. That's when Franky decided to take control. He grabbed her hair, which she was wearing in a ponytail, and used it like a handle to force her mouth up and down his dick rapidly. After several strokes he forced her nose into his pubes and held her against his crotch tightly.

"That's it filthy slut, take my cock," the young brute said menacingly.

"Ararg Ugh-uh" Stephanie spluttered as I could see her face turn red and more saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. She placed the palms of her hands against Jr.'s muscular thighs and tried to push, to no avail.

Just as I contemplated intervening, Franky released his grip, allowing Stephanie to free her mouth. She coughed and spit as she violently gasped for air. But, within seconds she regained her composure and leapt to her feet.

"Oh, so ya want to play like that huh?" Stephanie hissed wickedly. Quick as a cat she grabbed Franky by the elbows and spun him so his back was to the day bed. Because his feet were still tangled in the legs of his swim trunks, he lost his balance which allowed Steph to push Franky onto the day bed on his back, his knees bent and feet flat on the pavers. She then swiftly removed her bikini bottoms and pounced on the bed like a feline. She straddled his torso, pinning his arms to the bed with her knees and sat her