STOCK POOL
A Foundation Bonus

"My feet are gross," she says, flopping on the floor in the sun room after our run. 

"I know, babe. Mine, too." I pull off my sneakers and put them by the back door to air out, and step over my gorgeous girlfriend on my way to shower. "You coming in with me?"

"Isaac Brady, you're disgusting. I'm disgusting. It's too hot to run." She rolls over onto her stomach, spread like a starfish. We put in five miles this evening, and she's right. It's too hot.

"That's why we shower after," I tell her. "We talked about shower beers, right? This is the perfect day for a shower beer."

I open the fridge and pull out two bottles of light beer. It's barely beer, but it's just right on a day like this. The bottles are sweating in my hand as I make my way back to Nicole, despite her cranking the air conditioning. Pittsburgh summers are humid. Anything above 80 degrees feels like the air has become solid, and we have to wade through it like putty. 

"I want a poooooooooool," Nicole moans. "Tell me we can get a pool?" She props herself up on her elbows, looking at me hopefully. I shake my head. 

"We aren't going to compromise the repairs on the backyard by digging a pool or even setting up an above-ground," I add quickly, seeing that she's about to object. I head off to my shower, leaving one of the beer bottles on the floor in case Nicole ever decides to sit up. 

The next day at work, I startle Orla in the kitchen, where she's bent over Em's phone, talking about something. "What're you two up to," I ask, craning my neck over Orla's shoulder and tugging her braid like we're still kids. 

She swats me away. "We're fantasizing about stock tank pools," she says, shoving the phone at me. They've been scrolling through some sort of trendy blog with pictures of galvanized steel horse troughs converted into fancy hot tubs. People are caulking them and installing pumps and chlorine floats, surrounding the tanks with decking or else setting them on decorative rocks. 

"Is that a floating unicorn," I ask, squnting at the screen, where one of the tank owners has surrounded their pool with tiki torches and penant flags and fruit-shaped pillows. 

Em nods, scrolling through the pictures. "Stock tank pools are the new rustic barn wedding," she says. "I want to build myself one. I think. I'm almost cool enough." As my cousin and Em drool over the fancy photos, I remember Nicole melting in the heat last night. 

I find myself sitting in my office, pulling up the tractor supply store phone number. When I call to ask them my options for stock tank sizes, I find out there's a pretty wide range. I run through the load limit I think we should add to Nicole's yard, and ask them how long the wait would be if I ordered an oblong, 8-foot long tank. 

"We can deliver this afternoon," the guy says, pausing. "You gonna use it for a horse or a cow?"

I don't even hesitate before telling him, "I'm gonna woo my girlfriend in it." He laughs, we work out the delivery information, and I sneak out of work early by way of the hardware store. Before Nicole gets home from work, I've leveled off a patch of black river rocks and built a small staircase leading into our new soaking pool. 

I hooked up the filter and pump so that we can heat it in the winter if we want, but with the shade from her house, it should stay nice and cool for my girl even in weather like this. I'm pretty sweaty and gross from my spur-of-the-moment construction project, so I quickly shower and toss on my trunks to wait for her in the kitchen. 

I hear her stomping up the walkway, kicking off her shoes before she gets to the house. "I think I chaffed my thighs, walking in this heat," she yells, leaning against the wall. I hand her a glass of ice water and she moans in appreciation. Sipping for a while, she finally looks over at me. "Why are you dressed that way?"

"What? This?" I gesture at my body and spin for her. "I was just hoping to show my beloved how good I look." 

She snorts and rolls her eyes. "Don't get any ideas," she says, shirking out of her blouse so she's standing in the hall in a camisole and skirt, barefoot and looking sexy as hell. "It's way too hot to even think about touching another body."

The huffier she gets, the more excited I am to show her the pool. She walks into the laundry room and peels off the cami, muttering that even her bra is sweat soaked just from walking from the office to her car and the car to the house. She pokes her head around the corner of the laundry room, looking for me, where I'm still leaning against the wall in my trunks. 

"Why are you like this? What's going on?"

I tilt my head toward the sun room and press up off the wall. "Come sit with me," I say. "I want to show you something."

"Ugh, Isaac, I'm so gross," she says, but follows me into the room. I wait for her to look around and grin when she sees that something's different out back. "What did you do, you magnificent bastard," she mutters, flinging open the sliding door. Then she screams. "Isaac Brady! Is this a pool? Did you build me a fucking pool? How did you build me a pool this quickly??"

I hear a splash and realize my lady has jumped into the pool topless, wearing just her lacy panties. I waste no time springing in after her, pulling her against my chest in the cool water. The two of us just fit next to each other, but I don't want to be next to her. 

She slides around so she's straddling me in the water. "This is the best fucking thing you have ever done," she whispers, chewing on my ear lobe and reaching between my legs in the water. "I thought you said my yard couldn't handle the load?"

"I'll give you a load," I growl and she throws back her head, laughing. But she nestles herself onto my lap, and my dick pays attention. I lean back against the sides of the tank, admiring the way her breasts bob in the water. Her nipples are taut in the cool liquid, and I reach out to rub my thumb along the puckered skin around those hard knots. 

"Isaac," she whispers. "I love you." She kisses me, pressing against my chest with all that silken, wet skin, and I groan into her mouth. This is exactly the fantasy I had in mind as I was putting all this together for her this afternoon. I have exactly zero concerns about being with her like this in broad daylight, because all that's visible above the edge of the tank is our heads. 

If anyone wants to look at her face while I make her come, so be it. I slither my hands to her hips, easing down her panties while she starts moving against me. "I want it fast," she says, helping me out of my trunks. I nod, fully prepared to give her what she wants, whether that's a backyard pool alternative or a quick, hard fuck inside the tank. 

Nicole grabs my cock by the root and I gasp as she plunges down onto me. "Wow," I breathe. I guess I thought we'd need some finesse in the water or something, but she has her knees braced on the bottom of the tank, her hands pinning my shoulders back against the steel wall.

As Nicole starts to move, I slide my tongue along her nipples as they dance across my chest and up to my chin. She's bouncing up and down like I'm a wave pool, and it doesn't take long before I feel my climax barreling through my balls. "Babe," I pant. "I'm close."

She grabs my chin and turns my face toward hers. "Touch me, Isaac," she demands, and I nod. I reach between us and look down into the water, my dark hair connecting with her pale skin, shimmering in the evening sunlight as she rocks furiously on top of me. I find her clit and press tight, hot circles, just how she likes. 

When she starts to moan, I pull her mouth to mine. "Ssshh," I whisper into her lips. "We don't want the neighbors to hear you screaming my name."

She laughs and bites my lip. When I pick up the pace on her clit, I feel her fluttering around my cock. "Isaac, yes," she whispers. "Oh my god, yes. Just like that." She bucks and grinds, pulsing and jerking in my arms, and I join her, coming so hard my hips lift up in the water. I press into her, emptying, until we are both heaving and panting and the water laps against us in waves. 

Nicole slides off my lap, giggling, leaning back so her beautiful body is spread and exposed for me to enjoy inside the tank pool. "This is my new favorite," she says, closing her eyes and attempting to float in the shallow water. 

"Mine, too," I tell her, slouching down and waiting for my heart rate to slow. 

She cracks open one eye. "Hey, babe," she asks. 

"Yep?"

"You bought chemicals to clean this thing, right?"

I pull her back onto my lap and sink lower into the water, nudging at my trunks with my toe. "I did indeed, my love," I tell her. "Strong, powerful chemicals."