Last summer, I worked a part-time job involving pool and yard maintenance. Living in California had a high cost of living and I needed something extra to pay for college tuition. A friend of mine referred me to a very nice young couple in their late 20's who owned a mansion on the rich side of town. The area was very remote, so I had to drive there every Saturday and Sunday to fulfill my duties.
I remember one Wednesday I arrived and Nancy, the proud wife, gave me an earful of shouting because there was a build-up of algae in the shallow end of the pool. "Why the hell are we paying you if our pool gets dirty? You need to shape up and start doing your job. If the pool and the yard continues to look like garbage, I'm installing cameras to monitor you."
"I'm sorry, Nancy," I said, "but I can't help what builds up over the week while I am gone. All that I can do is clean it up when I get here."
Nancy looked at her Cartier watch over her exposed, perfectly aligned cleavage and then back up at me. "I'm late for lunch with Stacy. You'd better clean that up and make sure that it never comes back." She fished through her Louis Vuitton purse and shoved a $100 bill into my chest. "On your way home, go find an algae killer."
I nodded and slipped the cash in my pocket. On that note, she stormed off towards her Lexus, her black high heels clicking and her nice, round butt swinging from side to side. She was a very attractive woman. I sensed that a lot of the anger she directed towards me was a result of a very poor marriage. I also knew that rich people associated negative stereotypes with Asian American males. If I didn't speak perfect English, I wouldn't have this job. Mind you, I never associated myself with Asians very much.
I picked up my bucket and walked towards the shallow end where the algae formation was heavy. The sun burned down on me and I had a hard time breathing the humid air. Knowing that Dan was at work, I had the backyard and the poolhouse to myself. No one else could see me because Dan and Nancy's mansion occupied four acres of land, complete with a tennis court and this pool that I got stuck cleaning.
Whenever I knew I'd be alone, I'd use the time to work on a full body tan. I took off my tank top and dropped it onto a lawn chair. I then slid my shorts down and threw them into the heap. I wore a red thong that day that perfectly shaped the contours of my round bubble butt. I looked at the reflection of me in the window for a moment to see my naked physique in the sun. I wasn't very big or tall, only 5'8" with a muscular and cut athletic build. I gave myself a full body shave every morning - under my armpits, around my crotch, around my asshole, and all over my legs. With my long hair, average sized build, and well developed pectoral muscles, I've been able to pass as a girl sometimes.
I grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from my bucket and applied it all over my body. My skin now glistened under the sun. It felt so nice being in nothing but a thong. Over the week I had been doing this and the result was a very sexy thong tanline. It drove my sexual partners crazy in bed whenever they would take me from behind.
I tied my hair back into a ponytail, leaving a couple of loose strands in front. I felt very sexy doing this job. I enjoyed the privacy. I picked up a sponge from my bucket and leaned over into the pool with my stomach on the ground. With my right arm, I scrubbed the algae away. I moved all the way around the shallow end and then hopped into the pool to clean the hard to reach areas. Once I was done, I got out of the pool and sat on the edge. I grabbed a nearby towel and dried myself off for about a minute. When I turned around, my eyes popped open in shock.
It was Dan.
My mouth was wide open. "Mr. Hale!"
Dan sat on the lawn chair that I had set my clothes upon, with my clothes now at his feet. "How's it going, Tony?"
I felt the redness flush through my face to match the colour of my thong. Utter embarrassment filled my whole body as I covered my waist with the towel. "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean--aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I never go to work on Fridays," he said. "I tell Nancy I'm going to work. But I really just leave the house, work out at the gym for a couple of hours, and then hit the country club to play a few rounds of golf. Oh, and then I come back here to watch you clean my pool in nothing but a thong."
I looked to the ground, still absolutely embarrassed. But I sensed a shiver of attraction from him, as he smiled throughout our entire exchange. I walked towards him, reaching for my clothes. "I'll get back to work immediately," I said.
As I reached for my clothes, he blocked my hand with his foot, and then ripped the towel from around my waist.
"I think that you've worked enough today," said Dan. "Your sexy little ass gets a bonus today."
I smiled, the embarrassment now beginning to fade. "I never knew that you were--"
"Well, not until I hired you. I've been watching you every week."
Dan reached under the fabric of my thong, feeling my smooth balls, pelvis, and then pulled me forward so that I straddled his lap. His hands ran over my small, squishy, round butt and then worked their way up to my smooth armpits while I unfastened my ponytail and let my hair drop. Dan wore a pair of gray cargo shorts and a lime green buttoned short-sleeve shirt, which I began to unbutton.