Casting out Shame & Self Loathing.

By Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I

was standing over the pool at 9:00 am on the dot. I'd gone to bed so

early, I'd woken up at 7:00 and couldn't get back to sleep. A McDonald's

Egg McMuffin was percolating in my belly, and I felt refreshed and

renewed.

The

pool was full, and the hoses were still going. I quickly turned them

off, and rolled the hoses back up. Then I started the filter running.

The sun was warm already. It was going to be a hot one. I peeled my

shirt off and tossed it to the side, helping myself to some of Amy's

sun-tan lotion, covering my shoulders and face.

I

went out to my car and got the chemicals out. Time for the magic. I

walked the perimeter of the pool, adding stabilizer, algaecide,

clarifier, and finally shock. I hauled out four 50 pound bags of salt,

and started pouring the fine salt into the water, one bag at a time. I

was working on the last bag when I happened to glance over at the porch

and saw Amy there, leaning against the door watching me. She had on a

robe, and an odd little smile.

I finished emptying the bag, and headed her way. "Good morning, beautiful."

Her smile looked forced. "Morning pool boy."

"What's wrong?" I asked, moving closer to her.

"Nothing. Everything. I don't know."

"You're breaking my heart, morning Goddess," I teased.

"Please. Enough of the Goddess. I'm nobody's Goddess. Slut is more like it."

"Don't," I said firmly.

"It's true!"

"Don't."

She covered her face with her hands. "How can you even look at me after the way I behaved yesterday?"

I

pulled her close and held her. She was stiff at first, then slowly

melted into my arms, crying, tears running down my bare chest.

"Have you seen your pool yet?" I asked when the sobs had almost disappeared.

She shook her head.

"C'mon then. It's time to see the fruits of your labor." I took her hand in mine and walked over to the pool.

"What do you think?"

She smiled. "A miracle. You saved my ass, Alex."

"Quite a nice ass to save, if you don't mind my saying."

She snorted, quite unladylike. "You should know. You've seen more of it than anybody else has outside of my doctor."

"Are you mad at me, Amy?" I asked.

"Mad at you? Hardly."

"Then what is it?"

She

leaned her head back with a sigh. "I...I'm not who I thought I was. Amy

Dixon would never have behaved like she did yesterday. I never thought I

could be such a tramp." She crossed her arms over her chest, turning to

face the pool. "How desperate am I, that I would drag you into my

backyard and blow you, with my husband sitting watching TV fifty feet

away? That I'd let you finger me while laying out next to my friend, and

almost beg for more when you left me hanging."

She

turned to face me. "I'm such a whore. I'm letting you do whatever you

want to me, just so I can get my pool cleaned on the cheap. Hell, I

practically begged you to spank me and came as hard as I'd ever come in

my life, with your finger buried in my ass, God help me. Is this anyway

for a married woman to behave? My mother would be so proud."

I was lost for words. What could I say to her?

I took her hand in mine, and walked her over to the covered porch. "Sit," I told her, at the end of our favorite lounge chair.

She

sat down stiffly, and I moved behind her, sitting with her between my

legs. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. "I don't have any

answers Amy. I don't know your situation. I barely know you. You've been

a mysterious fantasy for me ever since I was old enough to appreciate a

woman. And in the last few days, you seemed like a happy girl, looking

for a little excitement in her life, and willing to work for it. There's

a wild, playful and extremely sexy woman inside you, looking to get

out. I saw her. And I adore her."

Amy sniffed loudly. "She's a filthy little slut."