They'd all finished the mapo tofu curry I made and got to cleaning. I tune out when doing chores, so I only get bits and pieces as I manually handwash the dishes.
"Do you girls wanna take a dip in the pool? Sun's toasty outside." I hear Lorette say.
"You sure?!" Yulia replies, asking for confirmation. Her tone reminded me of a little kid's, making me smile as I scrubbed away at a bowl.
"We're on a staycation, sweetie, of course you can," Lorette replies with a scoff.
"So that's why there's a swimsuit in my bag..." Natasha mutters, with Sky looking at her, finding the answer to the same silent inquiry.
"Mhm. We even got a handsome masseuse right there to make sure we don't get sunburn." Lorette chuckles as redirected gazes prick my back.
"Unless he wants us all tanned and chocolate-y~" Yulia chuckles, with Natasha sighing in response.
"Those types of girls, Jona? Never took you for such a bad boy..." The blonde would add on.
I can't say I disagree. All four of them tanned, with various lines accentuating their curves, making it hard to move around the kitchen all of a sudden. Thankfully, I'm just washing dishes.
"I haven't said anything, but I wouldn't be opposed," I say, turning around as I put dishes in the dryer, "you all would look pretty good tanned..."
And the three smile, while Sky turns away in a blushing silence.
"Sly wolf," Lorette smirks at me, sending tingles down my spine. "Anyway, we'll prep upstairs, then come down after. Could you make sure the pool and the area are clean and safe, darling?" She'd ask me after.
"Do you have the cleaning materials?" I'd naturally ask, taking my eyes away from them to the pool.
Outside the glass door is a large outdoor lounging area fit for at least five to six people, with parasols and curved beach chairs facing the sun. An intermediate-sized pool lies three feet away from the reinforced glass-walled railings. The water is clear, the porcelain lining is a shimmering white, and the flooring, when I tiptoed to catch a glance, is black.
Maybe it's for being able to see your feet on the pool's floor? It looks to be six feet deep.
"Mhm. A small toolshed is outside the glass door for the outdoor cleaning materials." I follow her pointing finger to a small tool shed with tropical decorations beside a small bar on the right-hand side, where you can serve and enjoy drinks.
As far as I remember... Kirie likes mixing drinks. Maybe he can serve us sometime.
"Alright, I'll finish up and head over," I reply with a nod, turning back to the sink.
"See you in a few minutes, pool boy~" Natasha says with a fleeting, teasing tone as they all go up the stairs in quiet excitement.
I swear I could hear the flapping sound of breasts slap against ribs, bouncing and disappearing as they get farther into the second floor. I might be going boob-crazy.
Washing the dishes wouldn't take long, since the dryer does everything else for me. After loading the dryer, I'd take a gander outside. Orange hues pierce the glass door of our well-ventilated and chilly living space.
My phone even says it's 29 degrees Celsius. Despite it being comfortable and warm, I'd still work up a sweat, regardless of whether I had a shirt on. Might as well enjoy the sun's warmth and work around the pool shirtless.
A small shelf for outdoor slippers greets me as I step outside into the swimming area. She even had size 10s for me, how thoughtful.
Breeze and sunlight bathe my skin in a comfortable contrast. Daresay my strongest opponent today is this toasty weather and urging myself to work.
I'm a lazy person at heart, but discipline kicks me in the ass every day, but this... it's an adversary for sure. Every step towards the shed sheds off sloth, and by the time I stand in front of this well-maintained wooden door, the click of the door handle is all it takes to get me in the working mood.
Before taking tools out, I take a preliminary scan across the area. A small layer of dust encompasses the lounge chairs and tables, which is fixable by mild sanitizer and wiping cloth, and the pool looks clean enough, but I'll add a few chlorine tablets just in case to refresh the water.
From the way these slippers interact with the wooden palettes I'm walking on, it doesn't really need a mopping again. After taking a spray bottle of mild cleaner and a cloth, I throw in chlorine tablets in the pool to let it work as I wipe down furniture.
I'd have to kneel and crouch around to wipe the curvatures of where the women will sit. The images in my head can stay at the back for now, so I can look forward to how they'd look in home-flavored bikinis.
All I can really expect is that it'll dig into their assets, which rekindles a throbbing my shorts can barely contain, which reminds me to change it later, considering they will talk me into taking a dip with them.
With four chairs, the work is promptly executed and done without much to note. I went around the bar to check whether the taps are working: whether the bottles and such are cleaned or not neglected, juicing myself a refreshing orange juice from the suspiciously fruit-filled cooler, drowning in many cuts of ice.
"Whew." The ice-charged orange pulps and refreshing juice give me a much-needed energy cleanse r. I helped myself to a clean towel from within a glass-door chiller. Could use them for the ladies after they soak up and need drying.
As I get lost in looking over the sea, the sound of the door opening from the main house takes me out.
"We're here!" Yulia says with a bright voice, sauntering out as if she's walking on the red carpet.
My breath is taken away as the four women come out in a line, then slowly fan out as if to show me all of their swimsuits.
Lorette wore a deep emerald one-piece that held her curves on a pedestal with a not-so-sneaky cutout from under her breasts.
Yulia rocks a sleek white two-piece bikini with lots of knots and snowflake-like designs.
Natasha wore a brownish gold bikini with a pareo tied around her waist, reaching just above her knees, as well as a nice straw hat
Sky wore an open, button-down cropped polo over a black one-piece with matching hot pants.
I'm disrespectfully staring. My instinct to ask for consent got taken away from me, and I feel my tongue salivate enough to push a gulp back down.
"Look, girls, he's awestruck." Lorette giggles, sauntering over to the bar with everyone walking behind her, sitting in a row.
"He's burning a hole into my booooobs~" Natasha playfully covers her deep cleavage as she winks at me with a blush.
"You're gonna melt the snow off of me, Jona!" Yulia giggles with a flirty smile, cradling her chin with her palms. Her arms press on her striking chest, showing me a wonderful sight.
"E-eyes off, bud..." Sky chirps with her brusque voice, adjusting her polo. Seeing her scared, calm, then blushy, all in the span of a few days, is an enlightening sight. Not to mention adorable.
"I..." I gulp down some more orange juice.
"Want some, uh... drinks, I guess?" I look at the nearby cast-iron juicer to stop staring.
They all nod.
I made each girl a glass: an apple, cranberry, orange, and sweet kiwi juice. They'd drink it with glee, jittering and squirming from the natural, citrusy sourness.
"The sun's weakening," I say, directing their attention away from me and onto the pool. The chlorine has long since dissolved into the pool, making it fit for use. "The pool's done, and the chairs are clean."
"Valid," Lorette turns back to me, "but you've yet to do one last thing for us before we go on and enjoy that sun, muscle boy." She'd smirk.
"Oh, yes! I'm gonna need it to prevent melting," Yulia giggles, showing me a special heat-resistant suntanning lotion made specifically for her kind.
"As much as I'd love to give you a slightly tanned Natasha, dear," Natasha presents me with her own branded, scented lotion. SPF50+. "I can't; my students wouldn't quit teasing me, and I prefer my peace of mind continue." She'd smile.
"I-I'll have Lorette do mine, thanks..." Sky subtly voices her own opinion. I can't help but notice the coarseness in her voice still, despite having such a subdued volume; it's charming.
They all look at me expectantly with the lotions presented to me. I cast my gaze onto the curved beach chairs.
I gulp and shudder. Mental imagery and desires rear their ugly heads again.
This time, it's going to come true in a few moments.