Every day was the same.
Wake. Run on treadmill for forty-five minutes. Take shower. Get dressed. Wake and take care of baby. Go to bed.
She dreamed of being a mother and it was rewarding and fulfilling. But her husband worked long hours nearly two hours away from home, which made him gone more than not. When he finally came home, he wanted to drink a glass of red wine while eating his re-heated dinner and then retreat to his study for a couple of hours before falling asleep.
They loved each other. But sometimes love isn’t enough.
She didn’t know how he felt but she felt lonely. They didn’t have a sex life since the baby was born and she longed, even yearned, for physical touch. If the cute bag boy grazed her hand at the market when he handed her groceries she tingled.
It was Thursday afternoon. The baby was napping. She sat alone in her bedroom, on the edge of her neatly made bed, gazing out the window, watching the blue pool water ripple gently in the breeze.
She was always with her baby, but she had never felt more alone.
Just as she was about to get up from the bed and splash her face with cool water, a trick that sometimes snapped her out of her funk, the pool boy showed up. He was new. Today was his first day to service her pool, to be exact. He was wearing blue cut offs and an untucked baby blue polo shirt. He had blonde curly hair and was slim. She guessed he was about six foot tall but from her elevated angle it was hard to know for sure.
Her white linen curtains blew around and tangled in the doorway of her bedroom patio doors and the movement caught his attention.
He smiled, put a hand up and nodded, as to acknowledge that she was there.
She glanced at the clock. 3:04 pm. The baby would be asleep for another thirty minutes at least. She took in one more look at the young pool boy and laid back on her bed. She closed her eyes and slid her hands down her pants and into her panties.
She felt herself grow wet with each soft flick of her clit. It had been ages since she had touched herself. Every once in a while she’d wake up to a dream that sent her to orgasm, but once she came to, she felt embarrassed and lonely once again.
She rubbed herself harder and harder, spreading her legs far apart and curling her toes. She pretending the blonde pool boy had his face buried between her thighs and was licking her madly. The thought of him sucking her juices and teasing her clit made her hornier than she’d ever been.
She let out a gentle moan as she slipped three fingers into her soaking hole and began to fuck herself. She writhed in her bed, eyes still closed tightly, at the image of the young pool boy growing hard in his pants while he ate her. Before she knew it, she was cumming into her panties, rolling from shoulder to shoulder, trying not to scream with ecstasy.
She sat up, warm and flush, her cheeks red and her hair messy. She felt lonely again and almost dirty for masturbating to the idea of an eighteen year old giving her oral sex. She slipped downstairs quietly and poured herself a glass of iced tea. There was a gentle tap at the back door.
She opened the door and there was the pool boy. Sweat dripped down his brow and he wiped it away quickly before smiling at her, exposing a mouth full of beautiful white teeth. “All done,” he said, handing her the invoice.
“Thank you,” she said shyly, taking the invoice.
“New treatment today. I’ll be back tomorrow to finish. Same time. Have a good one,” he said, turning and walking off the porch and getting into his truck.
*Tomorrow*, she thought, feeling her panties dampen.
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