I made a quick trip downstairs and brought up my luggage that was by the garage door. As I dig for the bathing suit I wonder what it was like for Saint to watch my attack and babysit my regression response. I'll ask him about it later since he did help me out at such a scary time. That train of thought crashes into an absolute shocking revelation.
I hold up one of the pieces that fit a little too well. I've even used this at work but the floor manager felt the bottoms were too decent. It's blue top sewn into the inside of a white mesh long sleeve cropped turtleneck. The blue top holds my girls flush together for an excessive amount of cleavage while the white mesh sticks to me like glue only going as far down as my waist. The white bottoms are really short mini shorts constructed of the same blue material and white mesh as the top. It digs in so intimately into my ass crack that I can taste the blue fabric.
Thankfully, the mesh covers for the most part of my titty situation, but my cheeks refuse to fit into the shorts. It is either flash my cheeks or my punani fat. I literally did not expect for my random grab to have been this. Am I okay with it? Yes. But after waking up from our naps the way we did, this feels oddly enough, too, perfect, too soon. I slip on my sandals and grab my towel because there is no turning back now. This was all I brought, and by God I am swimming in that pool!
It was now or never. I walk out into the hall and down the stairs. Saint is waiting patiently in a pair of, what do you know, dark blue shorts and a white compression shirt. His random grab and mine happened to be the same colors. Might I add that he is looking extremely delectable right now.
"Where exactly is the pool?"
I make my presence known to Saint as he had been typing away at his phone. He stands slowly, still typing away before leaving it on the side table. As he comes up from bending over slightly to set his phone down, he rises slowly. He swallows audibly, giving me a thorough check out. I'm not complaining because, frankly, I did the same for longer. Compression shirts look so good on him as I have seen him in two. It confuses me as to why he chose white since white goes translucent in the water; he'd really be giving my eyes somewhere to look then.
"You...No. Yeah. It's back here."
He clears his throat and averts his eyes by walking in the direction of the back he had mentioned. His blush surfaces through his neck and ears and likely onto his face as I can not see it. He's too cute. In my few years of working where I work, I have never seen a man react this way. He keeps his back to me for a good 99% of the way.
We walk a few steps to open a door into a hallway with two doors on either side. I can already smell the pool cleaner. Like any other time, he holds the door open for me so that I walk through first. I'm met with a gigantic swimming pool. It goes from a shallow 4ft to 8 ft on the deep end. There was also a jacuzzi the size of my apartments amenity pool that I am used to. I hardly go since it is outside and typically closes at 10 pm. This magnificence is indoors free of harsh sunlight and natural debris. It was calling my name from the second I walked in.
"I would live in here forever if I could."
I slide my sandles off as quickly as I can and speed walk to the edge of the water on the shallow side of the pool. I'm about to wave Saint over, but he had already turned towards the jacuzzi. It's understandable seeing that he could use as much relaxation as possible. Having to work at a desk without sleep takes its toll. He messes with a dial on the wall, and the jets start to jet. He turns back around a good 90 or 95 degrees to hop in, and I swear it looked at me first. It did. I didn't try to find it. It found me and STARED. I, of course, look away seeing that that was probably the reason Saint had gone to the Jacuzzi instead of in the pool with me and not that he wanted some relaxing time. Could be both, right? The imprint of it on his shorts did not want to leave my brain. I had felt it earlier, but gauging it from here, it's a lot bigger than I previously thought. He's a tall man, so it makes sense. What am I even thinking? Stella! Chill! Plunge. Right now, sinner.
