Becky sat on the couch in her bummin' around the house clothes which consisted of a light tank top and a pair of sweat pants that said "Princess" on the butt. She flipped through the channels trying to find something good on TV, but she knew that on a Saturday morning, that was unlikely.
Becky's parents walked into the room and informed her that they were going out for a round of golf and that if she wanted to have some of her school friends over that they wouldn't mind.
"Oh," her Dad said as he was walking out the door, "I almost forgot. The pool cleaners are coming today to fix the heater. I've written them a check already that's on my desk. Will you be sure to give them the check when they're through, angel?"
"Sure thing daddy," Becky replied. With that her parents were off.
As soon as Becky was sure that her parents were truly gone for the next 5 hours, she went up to her room and grabbed her cell phone and a music box that her parents had given her for her 15th birthday. It had stopped working long ago, but now it served to hide her stash of weed.
She was about to call her best friend Sandy over to smoke a few joints, but after a quick glance at her stash, she realized she only had enough for one. Sighing, she rolled up her joint and went out back to smoke it.
Savoring every drag, she was quickly becoming baked. She wished her parents left her alone like this more often. Her thoughts were interrupted by the back gate opening and a very well built black man coming through. He was wearing a uniform so Becky realized he was the pool cleaner that her dad had menhadtalked about.
"Good morning miss....", he greeted.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Becky."
"Okay, Becky. My name is Dale. I'm here to fix the heater. But before I do, do you mind if I have a hit of that?" he asked, motioning to the joint in her hand.
Becky was mortified. She had completely forgotten to hide her joint when the man showed up. Her look of shock was apparent, prompting Dale to say, "Don't worry, Becky. I won't tell your folks as long as you share."
Becky, feeling quite reassured, handed him the joint. He took a long drag from it, held it in for longer than Becky thought possible, then exhaled.
"Damn, that's some good shit, girl." Dale grinned at Becky. "Maybe I'll share some of my shit I got in my truck with you after the job is done."
Becky smiled back. "Okay," she giddily agreed. She was really letting the weed go to her head.
"Well, time to get to work," Dale stated, before he started to unbutton his shirt.
Becky watched as he started to undress. She was a little uncomfortable with this stranger taking his clothes off in front of her, but that feeling was short lived. As he pulled his undershirt over his head, Becky's eyes were drawn to his muscular torso and well defined arms. She found herself getting turned on by the display.
All the same, she had enough sense to ask, "What are you doing? Why are you taking your clothes off?"
Dale undid his belt. "Well, The first thing I need to do is make sure the pool thermometer is calibrated correctly and that the heater hose isn't blocked up. Both of those things are easier to do from in the pool. I hope you don't mind." With that he dropped his pants, revealing a tiny Speedo that left little to the imagination. There was a very prominent bulge in Dale's pants that caught Becky's attention.
"No, no. I don't mind at all." Becky kept her eyes affixed to him as he turned around. She got a brief glimpse of his chiseled ass before he dove into the pool.
When he surfaced again, she called to him," I'll be right back. I'm going to go get you a towel for when you're done."
"That would be great. Thank you Becky".