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Mister Pool Man She watched him, knowing that he couldn't see her eyes through her mirrored sunglasses. She was free to stare at him and measure him up. She loved to tease the pool men. It was fun. Ever since she first developed she found it amusing to "accidentally" prance around in a bikini while they were there. This one was different, though. Well, actually they both were. Tanya was now well of legal age. She turned nineteen next week, and he. . . well, he never watched her. She had never had this happen before. He never watched her at all, and he never went out of his way to try and get a peek at her. This annoyed and intrigued her. He was a good-looking man, maybe in his mid-thirties. His body was muscular and lithe, not the work out kind of muscles, but rather the kind of muscles that come from hard manual labor. He was so blue collar it was amazing. Tanya dipped her hands into the water so she would stop spinning, and she was directly facing him. She was a knockout. Her C-cup breasts were perfect and firm. Her long legs and short blonde hair was the envy of many girls. Her face was pretty in a cute way, sorta cuddly and a little chipmunk-cheeked. She knew she was attractive, and she could get most any boy at college. That was the operative word of course, "boy". She didn't want a boy. She wanted a man. After she sat there staring at him for a good four or five minutes, he looked up. She nearly tipped over in the raft. His eyes were like blue crystal, so light and pale they almost seemed to shine with a metallic sheen. His face was rugged and tough looking, his beard the standard five o'clock shadow. His eyes, however, were really something else. They were sad and yet sexy, innocent and yet they had seen sin, of that she was sure. He smiled and went back to his work. Tanya felt her pussy getting wetter by the second. This was a man. This is what she wanted... |
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