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.