The Importance Of Swimming Pool Resurfacing
All this started when I was swimming pool resurfacing just last week. I normally see her only in her bikini, which is quite an eyeful all right, but this time she wasn’t wearing one.
No, despite the hot summer sun she was all dressed up in a business suit. But her buxom bosom couldn’t hide itself, all the same, and her generous shapely hips filled up every centimeter of her mini-skirt.
I looked up from swimming pool resurfacing, of course, and greeted her the way I usually do, politely, professionally.
“I like that pink skirt you are wearing.”
I answered that they were shorts, fashionably baggy and made out purposely to appear like skirts.
“They look great on you, honey.”
Now normally I’d imagine she was being polite, but for some reason I suspected – hoped – that this being my last day on the job before school starts, which meant that there was a subtext to our conversation now.
“I’ve never ever seen you like this, Mrs. Fugon. You look wonderful!”
“I’m glad you think so. I sort of wore it just for you.”
And there I was, in the middle of swimming pool resurfacing when she and I somehow found ourselves kissing and fondling one another. I told her how lovely she was and she said the same of me. We spoke of our mutual secret yearning all the days of this long summer now so suddenly short seeing how I was heading back to college across the country and we finally decided to confess to one another.
“There’s always the weekends, Amy. Not to mention the holidays.”
I began to protest that there would never be enough time for me to spend time with her – all the usual sentimentality that comes with being so young, I now understand scarcely a week later, but she hushed me with a kiss and told me never to say never.
“And do not call me Mrs. Fugon; you know it’s Claudia.”
Regrettably, it didn’t quite come to pass that way. I blame youthful exuberance for embarassing her, though she was very gracious in demurring.
Well a girl can still dream!