This story is a continuation of my various and sundry experiences during summers while I was in college. If anyone thinks that all of the education one gets comes in the classroom, they are grossly mistaken. During the two previous summers I had worked for the Department of Public Works in the town where I lived. The work was largely physical in nature and mundane enough that it encouraged me to do well in school. Moreover, these times were interesting in that they expanded my sexual education as well as furnishing me with enough money to pay most of one year's tuition and room and board. Also, please note that nobody portrayed in this story is under the age of 18.
It was May, I just finished my junior year in college, and once more reported to the Public Works garage where after changing into my uniform I entered one of the truck bays where the superintendent was to greet everyone, make introductions, and briefly talk about what was happening in town. I was one of the first to arrive and watched as the old hands as well as the college student summer employees slowly filed in. A couple of my friends from past years, such as Kenny, had graduated and moved on.
A couple of new guys showed up plus one female. I looked at her and then thought, "I know her from somewhere" ran through my mind. The superintendent went down the list of things that needed to be done over the summer. Much of it was not new because I had heard it before: repaint the crosswalks, read the water meters, help replace some fire hydrants, and trim any trees that might come down in a sudden summer thunderstorm.
The last part of the meeting was when the college students were welcomed. Being a returning worker, I was one of the first to be introduced, but when my name was called the attractive female looked in my direction and gave a smile. Still, I was thinking, "I know her," but her look suggested that she might just be flirting with me.
I listened intently and when he got to the name Rebecca Cummings all sorts of alarms went off. "Rebecca Cummings! That's Becca! The Becca with water in the basement last summer. Holy cow!"
After the meeting Becca came over to me and said, "Surprised?"
"Yeah, you could say that. What made you want to work here?" I asked looking her over and deciding that this woman looked good even in the DPU uniform. She filled the shirt out nicely, too, I might add.
"When you two guys came by to help Amanda and me last year, I got thinking that there might be more guys like you somewhere or at least I hoped so. When I saw the help wanted ad in the paper last March, I said to myself, "Sure, why not?"
This conversation was interrupted by the foreman calling Becca's name and telling her to pick up her rain jacket, bib pants, and yellow rubber boots. Minutes later she returned with her arms full.
"As I recall yellow is your favorite color," I joked.
"It is. Wait! Let me try it all on for you!" she exclaimed dropping the rubber boots on the floor and handing me the jacket to hold. Becca stepped into the bib pants and pulled the suspenders over her shoulders and then fastened the clasps. They came at just the right place—directly over each of her boobs.
"I like what I see," I teased.
Becca just gave me the look that said, "And you're a perv, too," Then she put on the jacket with "Public Works" emblazoned on the back.
"You're really looking official. Now what about trying on those boots?" I asked knowing that I was again teasing her.
"That's my favorite part," she said standing on her left foot and bracing against me as she slipped the yellow over-the-shoe boot onto her right. Moments later she did the same to the left foot. When done she proudly stood in front of me putting on the sexiest pose possible under the conditions.
"Cute. It looks like you might be able to venture into a flooded basement. Those have to be better than wearing your father's hipwaders," I again teased remembering quite well the events from the previous summer.
During the remainder of the week, Becca was off with several different crews to see what the job would entail. It wasn't until the following Monday that we met up again. "So how did your week go?" I asked.
"Not very exciting, I'm afraid because I just rode around in the foreman's pickup truck as he pointed stuff out. I'm the only female college student here and he thinks that I don't know anything. The good news, however, is that he wants me to buddy up with you this week. So, what are we going to do?"
"Monday and Tuesday we have to drive around and flush out the fire hydrants. The town does this each summer to make certain that there is no sediment in the line. It's not a difficult job plus we get to be outside without anyone bugging us about anything. Besides the weather is supposed to be decent.
"I think that I can figure out how we do that. Have you ever done that before? And do I get to wear my boots?"
"I have, and 'yes' you do. You'll get to slosh around to your heart's content."
"So, what happens on Wednesday and Thursday?"
