Chapter 5
The seven days of waiting he had dreaded suddenly became only two as Akins announced to him the next morning, somewhat grudgingly, that Crosby had switched to a twice-weekly schedule and that he was to call on the Crosbys again Thursday afternoon.
The appointed time came and Bill was straining at the bit, parked a couple of blocks from the Crosby estate, his motor running, as he waited until the right time to announce himself at the gates.
He was there on the money, not a second late or early, much to the astonishment of Higgins, who was clearly surprised to see him there at all.
"I'm expected, Mr. Higgins... to service the pool."
He sputtered. "I'm aware of that, Sir... I suppose you can find it on your own this time?"
Bill grinned. "Yeah... I know the way."
He opened the gate exuberantly, ready for the warm greeting he expected. Had he guessed right about Caroline Crosby? But the pool was empty. His heart sank when he realized the anticipation had been for nothing.
He went listlessly about the task of servicing the pool and the pump mechanism, silently cursing that rich broad and all her kind. He felt foolish for expecting anything else -after all, she was loaded and beautiful and guys were probably falling all over her day in and day out. Why should she go out of her way to get laid by a guy like him? He was just a pool serviceman, a nobody... well, crap on her! Who needs her!
He was about to leave when the gate opened suddenly; he turned in surprise and saw her standing there, her bikini on and obviously out of breath.
"Hi... I almost missed you," she purred, hiking up her bikini top. It was about as little as the law would allow, hardly enough to contain her full, swaying breasts. In fact, her dark tempting nipples peeked over the top like a pair of brown eyes winking at him. The bottom half wasn't much larger, and the soft sparse fleece of her pubic hair could be seen in relief against the wet-look vinyl as it pressed tightly against her pelvis.
"Yeah, I was just leaving. I'm all finished," he muttered, trying to hide the feeling in his voice.
She cocked her head and let her eyes run up and down his lean, clothed torso. "Completely finished? Are you sure?"
He grinned broadly and she closed the door behind her and eagerly reached for the single hook that held her bikini top up. She freed it and the tiny halter sprung from her breasts like it was spring-mounted. She lifted her full, heavy tits and offered them to him, one in each cupped palm.
Bill put his gear down and moved toward her, already unzipping his trousers and fumbling with the buttons on his uniform work-shirt.
"Oh, hurry, darling... get your clothes off before I scream!"