I worked as a hot tub repairman for a couple of years between other jobs when I was in my mid forties. This story is about the several times I found Kendal Jensen in her parents hot tub; she was always naked.
In addition to that bonus it was mostly a really good job; I got to drive all over several counties doing jobs when something went wrong, and I got to troubleshoot problems and decide how to fix them. l enjoyed the self direction and challenge.
There were also a few homes where the owner paid us to maintain their tubs every week or two. Kendal's parents were some of those; the Jensen's used their tub a lot so they contracted us to stop by once a week. The maintenance jobs were all super easy. Show up, clean the filters, add the chemicals to balance the pH and chlorine levels. Simple stuff.
The bad part of the job was when the tubs broke down in the winter. One place had a broken plastic pipe inside the equipment compartment and instead of letting the water drain out they just ran a hose into it so that the tub filled as quickly as it leaked out. Letting the water leak out might have lead to the whole thing freezing and breaking more pipes so their answer wasn't horrible, but it did mean that by the time I got there the whole area was covered in super wet slushy snow. Cutting the bad piece of pipe out and replacing it while it was beneath the water level in the tub left me covered in freezing cold water. That was a rough day.
The other bad part of the job was when the tubs were installed in a deck and the only way to access the equipment compartment was to crawl under the deck, or into a hole. Laying on cold wet ground in a confined space was not fun. The worst of those was a tub that was installed in a covered pool room, next to their swimming pool. I had to crawl into the space under the cement pool decking, and then crawl into the space next to the tub. I had to lay on my side the whole time and work above my head replacing the circuit board that had burned out. As I wormed my way in and out I had to move the tools and parts a couple of feet at a time. I felt myself get caught on something on one of the trips out and I almost panicked. The owner had showed me how to get to the tub, but then left the house. I was alone, potentially trapped beneath the floor, and if something had happened an emergency crew couldn't even have gotten to me. That was scary.
It was mostly a good job, though. Driving around, seeing the countryside, fixing problems. That was nice. I rarely saw people since I worked during the day when most people were also working. Occasionally there were people home and we sometimes chatted while I worked.
I found people in their tubs a few times. Once it was the kids in the family and their friends, they went inside as soon as I arrived. One time it was an old guy enjoying his morning nude soak. I dropped off my tools and went back to my truck "for other supplies" to give him time to get inside and covered up. Another time it was a married couple. I'm not certain they were getting it on when I arrived, but I was slow enough getting out of the truck and getting around to the back yard that they had enough time to get inside and dressed. They were politely annoyed that I had arrived when I did.
This story, though, is about the summer I found Kendal Jensen in her hot tub.
The first time it happened I was surprised to hear the tub jets running as I walked around to the back of the house. The Jensen's home is set back in the woods surrounded by trees. Based on nearby driveways there aren't any other houses very close, so the backyard is very private. They have both a sauna and the hot tub on their back patio which overlooks a nice yard.
I slowed down when I heard the jets shut off to give whoever was using it plenty of time to get out of the tub and inside their house. I even started to whistle a little tune to let them know I was coming.
As I rounded the corner I could see that the cover was still off the tub but I assumed that whoever was using it had left it open as they rushed inside. I was wrong. Kendal was still sitting there, submerged to her neck with her blonde hair up in a messy bun.
She turned to face me and smiled, and asked, "Do I need to get out?"
"Oh, yes ma'am, I'm sorry. And you'll have to stay out for about half an hour after I leave."
"OK." She stood up and I stood open mouthed as the water sluiced off her big firm breasts, down her firm stomach, and through her sparse wet pubic hair. She was facing toward me as she swung her leg over the side of the tub and flashed me her hairy vagina. She ran her hands over her body to push the water off.
"Oh, where are my manners, I'm Kendal Jensen. I live here." She reached out her right hand to shake mine and I blushed beat red.
I shook her hand and stammered, "Hello, I'm Rick, I service the tub every Tuesday about this time."
She didn't let go of my hand, "Yeah, I know. Every Tuesday about two in the afternoon. You guys have been taking care of us since we got the tub five years ago."
I let go of her hand and put down my bucket of supplies.
"Ahh, I should get started."
"Oh, of course. You don't mind if I lay out in the sun, do you?" As she sat down in a lounge chair next to the tub she straddled it and flashed that lightly haired mound and pussy at me again. She left her legs spread so that her feet were on the ground on either side of the lounge. This girl was going to kill me.
"It's your yard, I'm just visiting."
"Yeah, when it's just us the family usually comes out naked. The folks do tend to have everyone wear clothes when we have visitors, though."
"So, ahh Kendal, just so I know, how old are you?" I removed the filters and started skimming the top of the tub to remove any floating debris, usually it was only bits of leaves and bugs. I also swirled the skimmer around the bottom of the tub to pick up anything that had sunk to the bottom.
"Are you worried about being caught with a naked minor?" She smirked at me as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and made them even larger than usual, although I tried not to look. I did look though.
"Absolutely."
Kendal laughed, "Don't worry, I'm almost nineteen. I'll be going off to university at the end of the summer. I just want to enjoy the yard as much as I can before I leave. This may be my last summer of freedom before college and jobs and a husband and kids."
"Wow, already thinking about a husband and kids?" I took the filters to the garden hose and cleaned them really well before returning them to the spa. I turned my back to Kendal and tried to force my dick to go soft, but it didn't work. As I turned I saw that Kendal had watched me the whole time.
"Eventually I'll probably get married and have kids. I'll need to have some boyfriends first, though."
I was shocked and really looked at Kendal for the first time. I had been trying not to look at the naked teenager since at nineteen she was younger than my daughter. "What? No boyfriends?"
"I've dated a couple, but nothing very serious. Not many guys want to ask me out, I'm a tall blonde bombshell with big tits and a great ass. The boys all want to fuck me, sure, but they are too afraid to ask me out." She actually did look a little sad as she described herself.
I tested the water with a test strip and added the right amount of balance to fix the pH and started the jets to mix it all together. The jets needed to run for a few minutes before I could check it again.
I walked over and sat on the lounge next to Kendal's. "I'm surprised that you haven't dated more, you are gorgeous."
