Hey Pool Boy

There seemed to be, on the breeze, the scent of lavender, like the Pacific was exhaling a breath of warm wind that cascaded past the flowering cactus and past the blooming vines...it was what you might call Summer if it could be described.  It was clean.  Pristine.

He extended the full length of the pool net, a full 12-feet and calmly swept the pool to collect the leaves.  There were few.  He withdrew the net and let it drip as he flipped it over the fence to the steep drop-off next to the pool.  His back was turned when she emerged.

She stole in like a cat.

Legged, brunette and casual.  She didn't glance his way, rather focusing on the lounge chair of choice.  A quick glance at the sun to draw an angle that was best for sunning.  She had a broad hat on and a robe that was as white as the cement of the pool.

He turned and regarded her with a bit of a nod.  She didn't return it.

She peeled off the robe and flung it upon the chair next to hers.  She placed the hat there as well.

She sat on the lounge and pulled something from the robe.  A bottle of sunscreen.  She shook it slightly and then turned towards him.  He pretended to be skimming the clear blue water of the pool despite nothing was floating on it.  He went back and forth like a metronome.

She squeezed out some of the white liquid as it pooled in her hand, a small glob in her perfect grip.

She briskly rubbed her hands together, and starting at her perfectly painted coral toes she smeared the liquid upon her.

He pulled the net up and placed the long aluminum pole in its place on the fence.  He was controlling his breathing like somebody caught in a fire.

He walked over to the towel barn and found two heavy-cotton towels.  Her initials were upon them in a slight blue against the white.  They looked like a tattoo that he might get.  He wasn't sure.

They were already upon him though.  Those initials.  Perfectly etched.  Well maybe not perfect but definitely hers.

He slowly walked towards her, she was placing more lotion on her shoulders.

Could you please put some of this on my back?  It really wasn't a question but rather permission.

He took the bottle from her hand, a faint glance against her and spilled some into his hands.  He rubbed it til it was warm and then started on the high of her back.  Her skin was just coming from a winter and he made sure he covered her smoothly.  He made sure no residue or lines existed.

He moved lower, towards the small of her back...the slight blondish hairs just above her bathing suit bottoms.  He stayed well above that.

Please make sure you get the lower back.  

Again the bottle, again warming it with his hands.  He nestled just above the hem of her suit, feeling her skin give way beneath his touch.  He used his hands versus his fingers, wanting to just form her like a clay.  He stood up when he was done.

You have very good hands.  

He regarded her, reached down and tilted her chin in his hands, upturning her face to his.  Behind him the Pacific burned in a effigy of dimes, sparkles that lit up the sea and reflected into the blue sky, a lighter color than the ocean but almost the color of the pool.  Her eyes were brown, the color of the earth and the color of rivers that ran in sweet streams in his mind.  She was the land, behind him was the sea.  He connected the both of them.

He kissed her.  In a way that revealed.  The way you knew it wasn't the first and not the last, and that there had been some before...in quiet dark rooms and places far from outside by the pool.

He tasted her and it reminded him of the jasmine and the breeze coming off the Pacific. It was hers and hers alone.

He parted from her, and went back to pick up the brush to begin scrubbing the tile of the pool.  She settled onto a towel behind him, burning into his back with a stare that felt like wildfires.