Abigail was pretty annoyed with her father for recommending and arranging a massage for her, which ended her getting quite a lot more than she had bargained for. She resolved not to listen to his suggestions any more, but knew this would now reduce her chances of getting a holiday job.
Her uncle Jeff came to the rescue. He popped in to talk to Abigail's father about something and afterwards over a meal, was raving about the mountain retreat Health Spa his business has recently taken over.
"It's an idyllic spot, in the foothills of the mountains, with pine forests and lakes nearby. It caters generally for corporate and military rehabilitation. So spent executives and injured officers can recoup".
He painted a very positive picture so Abigail was quite softened up when he said "But we are still looking for some more attendants. Would you consider applying Abby? I think you'd like it."
She was taken slightly by surprise, but the thought of working in the countryside at an exclusive health resort had piqued her interest, just so long as her father had nothing to do with it, so she agreed to apply. Jeff e-mailed her the application form the following day, and after a couple more days received a confirmation that her application has been accepted and that she could start the following week.
The following Monday morning, Abigail arrived at the resort and checked into the staff stay-the-week accommodation which was in simple log chalets in the grounds. She was shown around the place by the duty manager, Justine, who explained that all the clients were important and influential, and for her to be excessively careful not to upset any of them. She was eventually directed to the Spa itself for her first assignment and told to change into the spa uniform.
She was to be the attendant for the pool area for the day. This meant ensuring that the clients all had fluffy white towels, robes and slippers they needed, that the pool area was neat and tidy, and tending the small bar they had there. The pool was a little bit apart from the rest of the spa, itself in a secluded corner of the resort overlooking woodland.
Because the pool was kept so warm, her uniform was quite minimal, consisting of a simple white cotton dress with a rope tie around the waist. A pair of flip flops were on her feet, suitable for stepping into the pool if required. Because of the heat, she wore her hair pinned up in a bunch at the back of her neck. The standard under garment was a white one-piece swimsuit. It was high cut, scooped low at the back and was of a thin stretchy material that clung to her body like a second skin.
The Spa was quiet that day. Very quiet. Justine stayed a while to keep her company and to help her learn the ropes for a bit, without any clients to disturb them. There were no groups booked into the resort at the time, just a few individual business men and senior army officers. None of them seemed to want to come up to the spa today, or at least visit the pool.
Justine mentioned a colonel who was convalescing after an injury in Iraq, who usually popped in for a swim. She warned Abigail to be sure she was on the ball for him, since he was a powerful man and expected high standards both from the resort, and its staff.
After a while Justine left her alone to attend to other duties and Abigail pottered around, ensuring everything was in place in case anyone showed up. She was giving up on seeing anyone, when a single client entered the pool area from the long corridor that lead from the spa. She guessed he was in his late forties, cropped slightly greying hair and powerfully built. She presumed this was the colonel by his casual combat fatigues.
He glanced her up and down, obviously not having seen her here before, demanding his items from her and she was slightly scared of his abruptness as she handed them to him. He went to get changed. He shortly emerged wearing Speedos and after placing his towel robe and slippers to the side, entered the pool.
Abigail watched him as he swam a few lengths, then he relaxed and floated on his back. After a while he called her over and she attended him nervously from the side of the pool.
"Can you get me an ice-cold beer?" he asked.
"Of course, Sir" she replied and went to fetch him one from the small bar. When she came back with the beer in a glass, he was floating in the middle of the pool. He reached out one hand and beckoned her down the shallow steps situated along the side of the pool. She wasn't sure if she should enter the pool herself, just to deliver a drink, but he was insistent and kept calling for his drink.
Knowing that she was wearing a swimsuit under the dress, she bit her lip and slowly descended the steps into the water, bearing his glass on a small tray, intending to wade out to him and then return with the tray.
The water was deeper than she thought. The air underneath made the short skirt billow upwards but she was largely unaware and was using her spare hand to steady the glass as she stepped deeper down the steps. He watched with amusement, noticing her skirt lift and swish around her under the water, exposing the white swimsuit.
She approached with his drink, clearly uncomfortable with the operation. As she waded deeper, the dress started to become a little transparent and cling to her generous curves. The water came up to her chest and the whiteness of her swimsuit shone through the dress.
He enjoyed watching her move towards him and decided to lengthen her walk. As she reached the bottom of the steps and tentatively waded towards him, he slyly paddled backwards to the far side of the pool, meaning that she had to cross the width of the pool to get to him. She was a little annoyed with him for doing so because it meant that she could have served him from that side of the pool in the first place. But she didn't show it and continued moving towards him.
Finally, she caught up with him and offered him the beer from the tray. He took the glass and immediately took a long draught from it. She wondered if she should wait to collect the glass on the tray or return to her station, so just stood nearby as her dress settled own again. He solved the dilemma by placing his glass on the side of the pool.
She was just turning to wade back when he stood up and snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. She gasped in surprise as he held her and grabbing the tray from her with his other hand, tossed it onto the side. Then both his arms went around her young body as she tried to hold her arms up in front of her between them, pushing against him. His strong arms encircled her waist and back and he looked down at her as he held her firmly against his front, his naked chest pressing into her full breasts, pushing them up and forming a cleavage with her swimsuit at the neckline of the flimsy dress.
"Sir! I'm not sure you should be doing this!" she scolded him, trying to keep it light, hoping her would let her go.
The colonel held her still as he gazed down into the startled teenager's face. She felt flushed and affronted by him, but couldn't push herself away from him, as she waited to see what he would do. He held the back of her head in one hand, and squeezed her whole wet body against his with his other arm tightly around her waist.
"Sir!" she tried again, louder this time, trying to lever his arm from around her waist with both of her hands.
Then she squealed as he brought his lips onto hers and captured her mouth in his. Abigail mumbled her protest into his mouth and tried to twist her body out of his grasp as he slid one arm lower until it was over her bottom, cupping her cheeks and pressing her firmly into his body.
She squealed and struggled and managed to break her mouth free, gasping for breath. He chuckled and loosened his grip enough to spin her around in the water. She went to wade away from him but shrieked as his hands snaked around her and suddenly closed firmly over her large breasts, squeezing the soft shapes in his large hands, and preventing her escaping.
She tried to prise his paws off her breasts as he pulled her back to him, her bottom firmly making contact with the front of his Speedos. She could feel the shape of him rub into her through the dress. He rubbed his hardening shape against her bottom, circulating it, and this action slowly lifted the back of her short dress up. He held her firmly by her soft breasts as he insinuated his hardness against her round bottom, veiled only by the thin swimsuit.
"Colonel! Sir! Let me go! Please!" she called back at him, getting more annoyed and frightened by him. When he continued to ignore her protests, she told him "I'll scream for help. Stop it. I'll scream!"
"Shh, shh my pretty one" he soothed patronizingly. "There's no-one here but us. So there's no point shouting, just relax with me".
Abigail squirmed in his hold as he started squeezing her breasts through the thin dress and swimsuit. His hands closed firmly over the soft swelling shapes as he moulded them in his hands. She wriggled in his grasp, trying to escape his hold, but only serving to rub her pert bottom firmly against his hardness.
"Help! Help!" she shouted out, towards the entrance. "Anybody? Help!" Abigail thought that even if there wasn't anyone there, her raised voice and shouting would put him off. She was wrong.
His hands snaked into the short sleeves of her dress and now grasped the swelling globes of her breasts through only the thin swimsuit. She squealed as his hands found her nipples and his fingers homed in on them, tweaking and rolling the sensitive nubs, making them swell and throb.
Abigail suppressed a gasp when she felt a twinge deep down inside her pussy as he tweaked her nipples. This had gone far enough.
