He Looks To Solve the Problem

Jamie cursed to himself under his breath, “Fucking integrity.” Gathering his things together he stood up, how many of his co-workers would just cut out at this point, or worse plot to take pics of the pale skinned golden haired client basking topless in the sun.

Looking skyward for a moment Jamie wiped his brow and exhaled heavily wishing he didn't have to intrude on the client. There had been instances in the past where nude sunbathing clients weren't hospitable to being approached.

“Excuse me, Mrs….” Jamie began trying to keep eye contact with his clients gaze while trying not to come off as staring.

“Please, just call me Cheryl.” Cheryl flirted in return, casually removing her shades and cupping her breasts she wondered about her volume before turning to the pool cleaner as he scrambled to pretend he wasn't watching as Cheryl fondled herself. “You were saying?” Cheryl then added sensing the mild permeation of her pool's essence into him.

“Sorry, Cheryl.” Jamie stammered getting his thoughts back on track with his job and trying to get off thinking about the half naked woman and not looking at her fantastic breasts. “Everything looks fine, but my PH test strips seem to be not working, and the water is unusually warm. Can I see your pool heater and equipment. I just want to be thorough.”

“Of course. No need to apologize.” Cheryl stood up, her gravity compressed breasts sagging forward to present their true volume and size. Smiling at the pool cleaner Cheryl wondered if it was too premature and aggressive to ask if he liked her breasts, licking her lips as she thought about feeling his hands grope them. “Right this way.”

Jamie's eyes drifted down her body as Cheryl stepped past him taking in all the curves of her body clad barely in a thong. He suppressed thoughts of smacking her ass, fought the growing urge to press against her, and shifted his hard on so as to feel less pressure from it in his pants.

Following Cheryl's ass as it moved smoothly with each alluring step Jamie fought to get his mind off of it. Fought the urge to press against her and reach around to grope her breasts and feel their firmness in his hands. Feel his cock press between her perfectly rounded butt cheeks.

Cheryl smiled knowingly as she lead Jamie towards the room behind the garage with the pool equipment. Despite not facing him she could see him gazing at her ass, and watch as his face contorted with the debate of morality versus temptation.

He needed more exposure, Cheryl thought. With the simple thought there was a sudden and loud noise behind them. “What was that?” Cheryl asked, feigning lack of knowledge of the sudden loud noises source.

Turning around Jamie gazed at the pool, “Fuck!” Running to the pool edge he gazed at the skimmer drone, some how now on the bottom of the pool. “That's not right. These things float.” Jamie muttered hustling around the pool puzzling himself about what could have happened. Grabbing the vacuum tube he started to tug looking to pull it to the surface.

As Jamie heaved on it he wondered how it was being held down so forcefully, as he pulled again Cheryl sauntered up beside him. And pushed.

Jamie hardly conceived a thought as he toppled forward over his head into the water.

It wasn't the first time Jamie had been thrown into a pool, but this client didn't seem the type. And how did the get the skimmer stuck to the bottom?