Stay in the water.

Soon, you find yourself almost sandwiched between the gentlemen as they scoot closer.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, darling," one of them says. "I hope you don't mind me saying."

"Not at all," you reply.

You can see their hungry eyes on you. There isn't anything wrong with having a little bit of fun in a situation like this. So, you lift up your legs, and rest them over his legs as you lean back against the other behind you. You sigh out loud, relaxing back with your new two-man lounger. They seem surprised, but they don't complain even for a moment.

The man with your legs over his lap slides a hand up and down them. "How do you keep your legs looking so damn good? My wife needs to know."

Meanwhile, the other draws a finger through your hair.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I'll never tell." You wink.

One continues to practically worship your legs while the other enjoys you leaning against him. It's a surreal position, with them holding you up like a queen. It's like you're a deity being carried by your people. They can't look away, and they can't help but touch. Though they do so discreetly and try not to go overboard, as there are others around, both feel up and down your legs and shoulders as you remain sitting back.

Other eyes look in your direction, envious of their position.

"I hope you don't mind us being this close," one says.

"Not at all," you reply.

As fun as it is, you don't plan on going too far with these old folks. It's enough just to tease. Time passes, and eventually you decide you've spent enough time at the pool. Later, you have your appointment at the agency, and if it goes well, you may never have to work a job you hate ever again. And if these gentlemen are worshipping you now, you should have no problem at all landing the gig!

"It's been fun, darlings, but I need to get going now. Don't overheat," you say.

You pull yourself up and out of the tub, dripping wet, and start heading towards the doors.