Baring all in front of my manager (Part 2 04/09)

[Juncker]

PART 1

“See you next week, Alice! Enjoy your weekend!”

And with that, my manager had dismissed the last of the workers…except for me, that is. It had been a busy day at the leisure centre, but somehow we’d all made it through to the end of the shift. All the changing rooms had been cleaned, the tills cashed up and everything was more or less taken care of. Despite being 19 and attending uni with a part time job at this leisure centre, I still hadn’t gotten around to taking my driving test, and so had to rely on the kindness of my coworkers for lifts home after shifts where the buses had stopped running before I finished work. Being Friday night, everybody else had plans and were eager to get away, so my taxi this time was my manager, Mathilda.

Unlike the rest of us working at the centre, who were either teenagers with not enough experience for better jobs yet, or seniors who had officially retired but found the need to fill their time somehow, Mathilda seemed too good for this place. She was a gorgeous woman, surely somewhere in her mid-thirties, with a face that was defined without being hard - high than average cheekbones, a chin that was only just pointy enough to stick out a bit and a small, sharp nose, framed by wavy golden locks and dark blue eyes. Of course, what was below the neck filled the eyes of a many a man passing through the leisure centre, employees and customers alike.

Mathilda was slim, clearly one for cardio and, while her tits weren’t notably big or small, her pear shaped ass atop shapely thighs and skinny calves frequently caught glances from anyone who thought they could get away with it. One time, I was even lucky enough to steal an eyeful as she was crouched down, trying to find something under a desk, and discovered a tramp stamp (depicting an intricate rose with a throned stem curling out at either side) and a lacy thong (a dark, velvety green) for my troubles.

But the cherry on top was her odd little quirk of speech. For whatever reason, Mathilda was fond of employing the pet name “duck”, most often to those of us at the bottom of the workplace ladder. I’m still not sure exactly why it gave me a warm tightness in my chest whenever she used it on me - maybe it made me feel comforted or like a child again; maybe it exposed a bumpkin-like quality behind her classy outward appearance or an old-fashioned demeanour at odds with her radiant body. Either way, it worked a treat on me every time. That woman had me wrapped around her finger and never had any trouble getting me to do something. Time and again, I had fantasised of scenarios where she threw herself upon me, craving attention from a younger guy. Of course, even I realised she was far too classy and good looking for that to ever happen. She almost certainly already had someone in her life, probably happily married and everything. Still, a guy can dream.

So there we were, having waved off everybody else and making the final checks of the building before leaving ourselves. As we walked, I followed behind Mathilda, hoping to drink in as much of her as I could, watching her rear end jiggle as she paced ahead of me. We talked a bit, too. She asked me how uni was going, if I’d found a nice girl (“or boy!”) - I asked her about her plans for the weekend, what days she’d be working next week, just small talk.

Finally, we came to the pool, always the last thing to be closed up at the end of the night. As I tidied up some stray floats, Mathilda circled the pool, making sure nothing was amiss. All of a sudden, she stopped, eyes fixed on a point on the pool floor. “Could you just pop over here a minute, please, duck?” Music to my ears.

Scurrying over, I followed Mathilda’s gaze and saw the problem. The pool vacuum was still in the water, scrubbing away at the floor tiles. “We’re gonna need to get that out.” She said. “It only takes the one time for it to short circuit while nobody’s here and then the whole pool becomes a health and safety nightmare. I know it’s a pain, but would you mind throwing your swim kit on and getting in for it quickly?”
“Well how could I ever say no to a lady in need?” I replied. Mathilda chuckled and scrunched her nose as she did so. Evidently she thought I was being a bit of an unserious charmer. Oh, if she knew about the thoughts racing through my head…thoughts of a rose tramp stamp and dark green thong.

But no sooner than I had turned to leave did I stop and turn back, forgetting one vital detail. “Sorry, Mathilda, I just remembered - I wasn’t on the rota for lifeguarding today so I didn’t bring any pool kit in with me.”
“Ah…”
The silence hung for a few seconds, seemingly as a kind of formality. Mathilda appeared to be thinking. I supposed I’d better do some thinking too, try and come up with a solution. “Don’t suppose you brought any kit with you?” I asked a bit sheepishly.
Mathilda gave more of a sarcastic chuckle this time “Nice try, duck - I’ve not done pool duties in years. We do really need to get this thing out though…”
“Then what about if I borrow some shorts off the shop rack?”
“Sorry, sweetheart, but you know I can’t let you do that. We can’t exactly sell them to anyone once they’ve been worn, and the shop racks are all locked up now anyway.”
More silence. More awkward this time.
“Tell you what: I’ll go and see if there’s anything that needs doing on the office, and you can do what you need to in order to get that vacuum out of the pool.”
Hardly a suggestion that needed clarification, but I had to express my disbelief at the request, if nothing else. “Sorry, what?” I stared blankly at Mathilda, as if she’d just been beamed down from another planet.
“I know, and I’m sorry, but we can’t take any risks with this. I’ll nip out now and you can get it over with.”

I didn’t have the stones to ask Mathilda why it had to be me. That she pitched me doing this in the first place was as good an indicator as any that she had absolutely no intentions of getting her own kit off to do the job herself, especially not in front of a boy and subordinate. Surely if our genders were reversed, this’d be a juicy HR complaint right? Still, I didn’t want to disappoint, so I darted into the poolside accessible changing room and stripped off before quickly shuffling out and jumping into the pool (not too quickly though - always remember that running on poolside is a big no-no).

A moment later, I hauled the vacuum out of the water and onto the raised pool side, before lugging my own naked body out (only after a surreptitious check to make sure Mathilda hadn’t returned to catch this event). As I made my way back over to the changing room, I froze in horror. The door had shut! You’d think this wouldn’t be a problem, but the leisure centre I worked at was actually pretty modern. A lot of the doors could only be unlock with staff or member keycards, and this was one of them. I was locked out on poolside, naked as the day I was born, and Mathilda would be coming back any minute to lock up!

The next few moments were a frantic blur. First, I scurried down to the other end of the pool (still no running) to check the staff entrance - a bit, glass fire door. If I’d seen Mathilda coming, perhaps I would’ve been able to explain the situation to her and she’d have been able to let me into the changing room from the other side. Alas, she hadn’t returned yet, so I shuffled back up to the changing room door (hands cupped over my crown jewels the whole time) to see if I could just…force the door open, I guess. And I did give it an honest effort, even uncovering the unmentionables in order to devote my full strength to this task. Unfortunately, I’m a pretty skinny guy and my full strength was entirely unremarkable. Even if I’d managed it, I’d probably have set off an alarm or caused some property damage, but at least I’d have been clothed while getting told off.

With this plan failed, I darted back down the other end of the pool to check the staff door again, but just as I was getting to it, who else should enter but a certain blonde, MILFy manager? She didn’t really see me at first, given she walked through the door in a direction perpendicular to the one at which I was approaching it, but it wasn’t like this was remotely enough time to hide anywhere, or warn her not to look. And so the inevitable happened. As she noticed my presence, Mathilda jumped in surprise, her eyes meeting mine first but, all too quickly, she did an instinctive glance over my body, her eyes widening and her hand clapping over her jaw as she realised that in front of her, I stood terrified, like a rabbit in headlights, my last shred of dignity maintained only by my two shaky hands clapped over my crotch.

[TeenFan]

So far this one reads like it could be a For Real story.
Nice first chapter.

[Juncker]

PART 2

As soon as she registered what she was seeing, Mathilda turned away, practically staggering in what almost seemed to be an effort to convey how flustered she was at seeing me stood naked and dripping on the poolside. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I thought you’d have changed again by now. Oh my god. Oh my god!”

She all but had her back turn to me at this point, clearly trying to spare me of further embarrassment. Of course, my next words were no less mortifying. “Uh, actually, Mathilda, I accidentally… locked myself out of the changing room.”
“Oh, you poor thing…” she replied, raising her head skyward as she placed a hand across her brow. “Alright, I’ll go and get a keycard so you can get back in.” And then she turned to go but, just like I had earlier, stopped in her tracks. “Shhhit!” That was actually the first time I’d ever heard her swear, and it wasn’t difficult to figure out the problem. In her shock at seeing me naked, Mathilda had let the staff entrance close, and evidently she didn’t have her own keycard on hand to get back out - she must’ve expected me to have mine on me in case the door closed. Unfortunately, I was so concerned with getting in and out before she came back that I’d neglected to bring my keycard with me out of the changing room. So there we were, both locked on poolside, me without a stitch on my body.

“So what do we do now? Do you have your phone on you? Can you call for help?”
“Sorry, duck, it’s in my bag in the office.” Mathilda began gnawing on the middle knuckle of her index finger, wracking her brain to figure something out. Finally, she turned her head to look at me for the first time since she realised I was naked. “Well I know how we’re going to get out, but I’m afraid you’re not going to like it.” I creased my brow. God, I must’ve looked pathetic - a skinny white boy, long, brown hair wet and matted against my face, butt-naked and beginning to shiver as the water droplets rolled down my body. “Thanks to this building being so new, there are a few security features it has to make sure things keep ticking over smoothly while nobody’s here. One of these is a kind of circuitry check - every night at 01:00 A.M., all the internal locks disengage for thirty seconds before reactivating. It’ll be plenty of time for you to open the changing room door and get in there, but it means we’ll be stuck here waiting…” Mathilda raised her wrist with a shake to check her watch - a dinky timepiece with a strap made of metallic links. “Three hours and fifteen minutes.” My jaw dropped. It was bad enough that I’d gotten into this mess and had been caught like this, but now I had to spend another three hours naked and alone with an older woman who I’d had so many fantasies about!

Obviously, Mathilda picked up on my shock. “Sorry, duck, but there’s nothing else we can do about it but wait.” Easy for her to say, given she’s got all her clothes on. “Still, we might as well make ourselves useful. We haven’t put the pool cover on yet, after all.” With that, she over to the pool cover controls. For those who don’t know, putting a cover on a pool is basically like unrolling a massive toilet roll. On the free end, there’s a rope that you need to use to pull the cover out and over the pool as a motor unrolls the cover. Wait, was Mathilda really making *me* do that bit?! “Sorry but…wouldn’t it be better if *I* took the controls, considering…y’know…at least one of my hands already has an important job.” Mathilda gave a little tut. Not the kind you give when you’re disappointed with or condescending to someone, but the one when you’ve just realised you’ve forgot something, like you’re tutting at yourself or just life in general. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m still recovering from my tendinitis - I really shouldn’t be doing any pulling if I don’t want to make it worse.” Great, now I felt overexposed and like I was being an asshole. “Don’t worry, see, I’ll turn away so I don’t see anything. You just holler when you need me to stop the motor.”

Sighing, I grabbed the rope and started walking up the pool, calling back to Mathilda when it was time to start unrolling the cover. Despite the fact we had our backs to each other, I still couldn’t bring myself to completely uncover my crotch, but I was keenly aware that this couldn’t last - once at the far end of the pool, pulling out the cover would become a two-handed job. Still, I trusted Mathilda - she’d done her best to minimise my suffering so far and she was clearly trying to be professional about this whole ordeal. I’d just need to be quick in get my hands back to where they needed to be once I’d finished the job.

Soon, I was at the deep end of the pool and putting my back into dragging out the cover, which was giving a surprising amount of resistance. No matter how often I did this job, it never got any easier, and tonight was no exception. After a bit of pulling, the cover got stuck - nothing I wasn’t used to, just need a good… tug-! And that’s when it happened. As I yanked on the cover, I shifted my weight a bit too far back, and my feet slipped against the tiles. I yelped as I fell on my ass. Honestly, it’s a small miracle I didn’t seriously injure myself, but I wasn’t thinking about that at the time. All the noise had gotten Mathilda to turn around, and I could hear her worriedly pacing up the poolside towards me, meanwhile I had nothing covering my dick and balls! If she came much closer, she’d be able to see everything, and there I was, flat on my back!

[TeenFan]

I worked in the pool business for five years.
One pool was an Olympic size that was without a roof for much of the year. For the month of October the covers were put on. In the morning,
while it was still dark, I had unroll the covers out of a giant spool and I had to do it by myself. There was no machine. It was series of covers
that were basically the width of the pool, connected together and rolled up. A real pain to work with. The 6 am to 8 am lap swim time
only had one staff person on duty.

Only one time did I get into the pool naked. It was a night I closed up and I was taking out some lane lines in the deep end. I decided to
strip down and swim naked as I completed some of that task. This was around 1995, before the days of security cameras being everywhere.

[Qwerto1232]

Good story so far. Exceptionally well written. Keep it going