A New Home and a New Job; pt. 2

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My shorts were in the laundry so I would have to sweet a little this day. With a plain white T-shirt going over my head and I was on my way. In the summer heat shoes would be too much. I got in my Capri and was off to work.

The first place I passed was the Jacksons'. I almost got by but Mr. Jackson waved me down from his car as he backed into the street and blocked my forward progress. I got real worried. We were window to window when Mr. Jackson said he had a little something for me. I was just a little apprehensive because I didn't know if he found out what his wife and had done yesterday. Then he reached into his pocket and I thought he was reaching for a gun. I ducked down in my seat and he said, Here's some gas money for the job you did for us yesterday. Mrs. Jackson was very pleased with your work and would like for you to come back tomorrow if you can. Hearing that, I sat up immediately and took the cash. Thank you Mr. Jackson but I think you gave me more than we agreed upon. I said as I counted my money, fifty bucks! That was a tip for making Mrs. Jackson so happy. Keep up the good work. I've got to get to work now. Goodbye and have a nice day. He said as he waved and motored away in his nice new Jaguar V12.

I quickly folded the new bills and stuffed them into my pocket. I drove on down the block and stopped in front of the Smitts' home. Mrs. Smitts answered the door and welcomed me inside. I just had to take extra notice of her. She was a young twenty something with her girlish figure in full swing like her full round butt cheeks. Her long blond hair cascaded down her back and when she turned and spoke to me I was almost hypnotized by her deep blue eyes. The way her eyes moved from side to side was exaggerated by her incredible eye make-up. Then my eyes drifted to her dark tanned and oversized boobs peeking out over the top of her sun dress. The green floral print set off her skin tone as well as her eyes.

She led me to the backyard and I checked out the pool. There were some leaves and debris in the bottom of the deep end. I'll have to get that stuff out of there before I can sweep and vacuum the pool. I said. I pulled my shirt over my head and put it on the picnic table. Back at the side of the pool I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans as Mrs. Smitts covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her gasp. I dropped my jeans and stepped out of them. Standing in my Speedo suit I looked back and she was almost in a panic. I explained, I will dive in and collect all the big stuff down there. Leaves will stain the white surface if left over time so give me a call any time, if you get too many and don't want to get them out yourself. Mrs. Smitts put her hand down and exhaled. She smiled a sexy smile that had me wondering as I dove in. When I had all the leaves in my hands, I went up to the surface. I deposited the leaves on the side of the pool and pulled myself out. Wet and dripping I carried the leaves to the trash.

I didn't really notice but my suit had slid down a few inches in back as I got out of the water. When I passed Mrs. Smitts she drew a quiet gasp. I still didn't know what was going on. So I got out the cleaning equipment and prepared to go to work. That's when she asked in a partially broken voice, Jerry