Adventure Home

I didn't hear from Mr. Clemons for the rest of the shift. Besides having to whistle-blow a few degenerates getting rough, the rest of my shift went smooth as silk. When my watch ticked over to the end of my shift, I blew my whistle. "Pool closes in 5, good night guys," I hollered. I climbed down the stand, walked across the deck, into the employee area, and finally into the locker room. It didn't lake long for me to thumb my straps, and peel the suit from my body. I stepped into the shower, revisiting the scene of the crime. The butterflies restarted. I couldn't help imagine David standing there and watching me soap up. Watching the water cascade down my body, channeling around my curves, and splashing at my feet. I would have loved to spend a long time in the shower, but I knew I needed sleep. With a sigh, I cut the shower and headed back to my locker. I pulled a fresh pair of bike shorts up my thighs, and onto my body. I finished the outfit off with a black sports bra, and a light blue zippered hoody that ended at my hips. My phone showed a new message as I rummaged through my back pack, and packed it for the trip home. "I need you to write a negative counselling for David's actions tonight, due by the end of next shift." Damn, I hate being the supervisor. After putting on a white pair of sketchers, I insured all the patrons had abdicated from the premises and locked the gate behind me.

The light on the front of my bike highlighted the lanes on the way home well enough. It was always a pleasant ride. A series of nice neighborhoods lined the way. My absolute favorite part of the trip was about 2 blocks of tree covered sidewalk. Houses only lines the far side of the road, and just on the other side of a thin row of hardwoods was a pleasantly babbling creek that ran the entire length. I loved to walk here. I dismounted my bike and walked it beside me as I popped in and out of the shadows between the street lamps. The moon was full, it was beautiful. As I walked through the shadows, I relived what it had felt like to flash my coworker. Heck, an old friend had seen all I have, and it left me tingle. As I progressed I wished I were reliving it.

I paused. The neighborhood was empty. it was a beautiful evening. I giggled when I had my second stupid idea of the evening. Would anyone see, or even notice If I was wearing shorts? I bit my lip and looked around. All clear. My thumbs were in the waistband of my shorts and then my shorts were at my ankles. "Fuck, have I lost my mind?" I thought as I stepped out of them. I left them draped over the bike seat and started moving forward. I was suddenly aware of the touching of my thighs, and every bouncing step. I wondered if anyone would even notice I was bottomless in the dark. The insane bottomless biker, just bouncing down the road. What would they think of it? The thoughts ran through my mind at a hundred miles an hour.