A Troubled Project Worker Falls for a Bulgarian Beauty at the Local Lido

Project Worker Part 2

Shirley asked me to sit down, as she had some important news. She was older than me, and had an eventful life which meant that she was well experienced to handle the supported housing project and all the people in it.
“David in Room 3 has a younger sister, and I have heard from the Police this morning that they are looking for her. Did you see any females in his flat this morning?”
“No”, I lied. “Is she a criminal?”
“Oh no nothing like that,” said Shirley, “It’s just she didn’t show up at her Foster Carers last night, and as she is only 15 she is obviously at risk, let alone in breach of her care agreement.”
“So how many sisters has Dave got then?
Just the one, called Elizabeth, apparently.
So now I am glad I lied, because I don’t fancy having any association with what is tantamount to a Rape charge, if it ever gets out I and Lizzie hit it off so well on our first meeting. The other consideration that was dawning on me was whether Dave would use what he knew about our threesome to get some leverage over me regarding his tenancy obligations, or lack of them in his case.
“I’ll keep a lookout” I said, “I am off this afternoon, but back in tomorrow.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow Johnny – oh by the way, nice legs!” She winked, and smiling, got back to her paper work.

I needed air, and exercise, to calm me down. I was looking at a potentially tricky situation developing as a result of my weakness for nubile teenagers.
The Lido was my sort of place for recreation; swimming, beautiful bodies to look at and of course on a fine day such as today, plenty of sunshine and fresh air.
Picking some shorts and a towel from my flat nearby I cycled to the Lido and was soon lengthening up and down the pool. Front crawl, breast stroke then backstroke. It wasn’t busy yet, and I got some serious distance built up in the 50m pool.
Coming to a stop at the shallow end for a breather I couldn’t help noticing the long, slim brown legs that appeared beside me at the pools edge. Before I could raise my eyes to take in the rest of the stunning body the girl dived in (almost over me) and set off at a rapid crawl up the swim lane I had been using moments before. Encouraged by the thought of getting a proper eyeful, I cleared my goggles and set off up the same lane, knowing that on her return I would be passing close enough to touch her, let alone see the booty.
I was not disappointed, she stroked past me on a down breath and her slim torso cut through the water like a torpedo. I had to pass by several times in the ensuing lengths to get her in perspective, and to let her know that I was there too.

What I liked about her body was the tapered thighs, taut calf muscles, defined arms and an aquiline grace to her head.
When she stopped, I did. I had been gaining on her slowly, but it would have taken quite a few more lengths, and I wasn’t exactly fresh as a daisy when she had first arrived half an hour ago.
“That’s a great stroke you have there” I said to her, smiling. She looked at me without answering straight off, then smiled and said “Sorry”. Her accent was East European, I guessed, “Rumania?”
She laughed,”Bulgaria!”
“Oops Sorry! Are you on holiday?”
“No I look for work, one manth, did you say you wan’ to stroke me?”
“Well….”, I waved my arms as in stroking through the water.
“Oh!”, she giggled, looking rather impish, and cute. She had stunning skin, her face was flawless with a beautiful bone structure, her body mahogany brown. Talking of work, she could have been a model.
Crikey, I could get her work, and well paid too, but she probably wasn’t that kind of girl!
I asked her what she was looking for, then in broken English she said anything pretty much, housework or shop work being mentioned most. Turns out she is also looking for accommodation, and I can help her with that. She looks at me with emphatic interest, and starts excitedly smiling at me in the kind of way a girl might on meeting a favourite Rock Star.
I am in here, I know that, but how quickly it was going to be I would never have guessed.
“I’m getting out now, but can you give me a mobile number so we can meet up?”
“I come too – with you. No?”. And with that she was following me into the changing rooms when I had to point out it was Male only.
The changing cubicles were pretty old, antique even. Wooden, swing doors like on the old western saloon bars, and enough space inside for two, cosy. There was a seat/shelf effort against the back wall, and anyone with a tiny bum could sit on it, just. As it happened the main open changing area was empty, and she dived into one of the cubicles whilst I got my dry clothes and towel from the lockers.
When I joined her in the cubicle she had taken off her cossie and was squeezing it dry. The water ran out under the swing door and we could follow its progress to the shallow gulley that ran along outside the line of cubicles. Moments later the tinkling of a drain doing the business at

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