When I was in college, I had a variety of jobs to pay for school. I was around twenty when I had a part-time job one summer cleaning/maintaining swimming pools. I had a van of supplies and a list of homes I had to service every day. My section was a rich community of big fancy houses with beautiful pools in landscaped back yards. Almost all of them were private and secluded from neighbors. The nice thing too, rarely was anybody ever home. You're probably thinking, "with nobody home, go ahead and be naked". As much as I would have liked too, I never knew for sure if anybody was or not.

One nice warm and humid morning, my first pool of the day was the home of a professional baseball player. Yes. He played for a major team. I only knew this because my boss told me who he was. He was unmarried and on this particular day, I was told he was out of town. Knowing nobody was home, I was wearing a skimpy little thong under my shorts. In the backyard, all my supplies out of the truck, I took my tee shirt off, shoes and the shorts. I started working on the pool... but with nobody around, what the hell... I slipped out of the thong and continued working in the nude. I'd been cleaning the bottom of the pool for about a half hour when I turn around... and there was the baseball player at the patio doors, watching me. He was smiling. And he was as naked as I was. He came outside, came up to me and introduced himself and asked me if I'd like to swim with him for awhile? I certainly did!

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