She woke that day feeling much like an excited school girl with a new outfit to wear. The morning crept by as she anxiously awaited her pool cleaning appointment.
She put the baby down for a nap, freshened up her perfume and makeup, and sat on the edge of her bed, waiting quietly in her cool, dark bedroom.
A few minutes after his scheduled time, she heard the gate to the side yard swing open. Her heart raced. She felt dirty and pathetic for being excited to see an 18 year old pool boy.
But she was excited nonetheless.
Moments drug by and then he emerged from the wisteria covered gate, a test kit in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. He immediately glanced up at her bedroom doors.
He’s looking for you, she told herself, her thighs tingling with horny anticipation.
She glanced at herself in her vanity mirror and again felt sheepish and silly. What does a young, sexy man want with a thirty something mom with no life?
She saw her life passing her by. Her sexless, empty life drifted away in front of her, year by year. She had to feel alive. She needed to feel sweat on the small of her back from passionate fucking. She needed to be sore from so much sex. She needed it or she feared she would disappear.
Standing up, she unbuttoned her blouse and laid it gently on the bed before slipping out of her jeans. She walked to the patio doors in her white cotton bra and underwear, swung the doors open and stood motionless in the afternoon sunlight.
The sun danced across her C cup breast and illuminated her blue eyes. Her long blonde hair whipped around her face as a gentle breeze blew around her.
Though she didn’t feel it, she looked like a Greek Goddess from a painting.
He looked up. Their eyes met. A chill like she’d never before felt ran through her spine. Goosebumps covered his arms. His heart too began to beat quickly.
She motioned him up to the balcony in her room. He disappeared into the house below her and moment later stood behind her in the bedroom she shared with her husband.
She turned and faced him. She could see he was shifting to cover his bulging erection. She took a few steps towards him, got down on her knees, unzipped his pants and slid his long, thin cock out. It was harder than her husband had ever gotten. The skin was soft and light, inexperienced and young.
She put him in her mouth and he squirmed on his feet a bit. He didn’t make a noise, she presumed out of nervousness or inexperience. She rolled his dick around on her tongue for a few moments before opening her mouth wider and letting it slip down her throat.
She felt his knees buckle slightly as she see throated his throbbing cock.
She murmured “mmm” and the vibration of her voice on his dick in her throat sent him racing.
After less than a minute he was unloading a massive load of cum into her mouth, grabbing her head and pulling it into his body, which was covered in light blonde curly hair.
She stood up, wiped her mouth, and said simply, “I hope to have my pool treated again very soon.”
“I’ll be back next week,” he said, tucking his still hard dick back into his pants and zipping up. “Definitely.”
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