Another fictional retelling of a dream...
There's just something about a peach...it's pink in the middle...and shaped like a womans ass...
The cool wind blows through the open french doors of your bedroom, caressing your silky smooth skin. The breeze makes your nipples erect, as you lay on your black satin sheets, naked except for your white satin thong. Maybe you don't realize that it's Wednesday, pool guy comes on Wednesday. Maybe you do realize what day it is, but don't care. It's possible, I suppose, that you don't think the pool guy can see into your room from the pool deck. Whatever the case, I'm happy that your doors are open.
I'm Steve...the pool guy.
As I start to add chemicals, kneeling to pour them into pool water, I see the curtains on your french doors blowing in the breeze. When I stand up, I can't help but notice the silhouette if the bed with a lady shaped 'lump' on top. Obviously, I know that the lady of the house is a wonderfully beautiful lady, so I walk toward the open doors. Call me a pervert, if you'd like. I just know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it.
I'm within a few feet of the doors, my penis starting to make a tent in my loose shorts. I was so occupied with what I was seeing that I didn't see the deck chair sitting directly in my path. I just barely grazed the chairs leg with my foot, making a low scraping noise. Obviously, you heard the noise, as your head lifted from the bed and you looked out the doors.
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