Pool Boy [M] services more than just my [F] pool

So, the day finally arrived for Diego to come over and make sure my pool was 100% for my totally real and not at all made up get together that I didn’t lie about to get this boy back to my place for some fun. I’ve had a few days to think of how to approach this, and eventually I came up with something other than opening the door naked. Inspired by my being peeped on the last few days, I decided to go that route, only this time I was wearing my little skimpy bikini. I had gotten it as a gag gift a few years ago, and never thought I’d actually wear it, but I figured what the hell, life’s too short.

Eventually Diego got here and comes around back, finding me laying on my back on a lounge chair. I shout out to him to come over for a second and help me with something, the something being rubbing some lotion on my back. I turn over onto my stomach and untie my top, showing him some decent side-boob in the process, and making sure to stick my ass out a bit to grab his attention. It worked, because while he was rubbing it on my back, whenever I told him lower, he went lower, and lower, and lower, until he was at my ass. He was a good boy though, not jumping the gun, and I rewarded him by flipping over and asking him to rub some on my breasts too. I could visibly hear him gulp when he saw my breasts, and he hesitated until I told him it’s OK, just don’t be too rough. It took me grabbing a hand and putting it on my breast for him to realize this was happening, and he went with it.

He had a gentle touch, caressing and playing with my breasts under the guise of rubbing the lotion on, until I again told him to go lower, and this time he didn’t need to be told to gently work his way south until he ran into my bottoms. After a bit I looked over at his shorts and saw a very sizable tent being pitched, and I could feel myself getting wet. I grabbed his hand and pulled it off of me and sat up, telling him “Thanks for your help sweetie, now come inside and let show my appreciation.” I got up and grabbed my top in one hand and his cock through his pants with the other, eliciting him to blurt out something in Spanish that I couldn’t understand, and lead him inside, not wanting Charles to possibly see anything from his window.

I tossed my top aside and lead him into the living room where I immediately got on my knees and pulled his shorts down, finally getting a glimpse of his cock. It was very impressive, decently long and very thick, a slight curve upwards that I could tell would hit the right spots. The only thing against him would be that he needed to shave, but it’s not like he knew he’d be where he was. After I was done admiring his cock I got to work on it, starting with the head and slowly working more in while alternating using my hand to jack off the rest of his shaft (couldn’t get my hand all the way around), and playing with his balls. I wish I could have sucked on it longer (it even tasted good, go figure), but I could sense him getting close, so I stopped blowing him and pushed him back to sit down on the couch. I got up off of my knees and undid my bottoms, letting them fall to the side as I climbed on top of him. I told him I wanted him to last long enough to get me off at least once, and that it shouldn’t be that hard considering how wet I was. What I didn’t suspect was that he’d stop me before I sat down on him, asking about a condom. I told him I started on the pill once I decided to divorce my husband, but since I don’t know him that well yet, until he brings me a clean test (which i’ll reimburse him for), he has to wrap it. Although he seemed a bit disappointed that he had reminded me of this, I was thankful, and said so as I reached for the condoms I bought yesterday and conveniently stashed in the end table

I quickly rolled the condom on and slowly sank down onto him, enjoying how full I was feeling from this young stud underneath me. I stopped when I hit bottom to give myself a chance to get used to it, but I didn’t waste too much time before getting to work riding him. I started off slow (didn’t want him to cum too early), but eventually as I got close myself I sped up. He couldn’t decide where to put his hands, my ass or my tits, so he switched off between the two(I like a bit of boob play myself ;) ). Eventually I got the rhythm just right so his cock was hitting me just right and I had a major orgasm on top of him, squeezing his head into my breasts while doing so. This was apparently too much for him, because I also felt his cock start to throb and shoot rope after rope of cum, filling the condom. Eventually I came down from heaven and rolled off of him, his deflated cock falling out of me and poor Diego looking like I fucked the life out of him. I took a moment and thought back to a month ago, never in a million years thinking i’d be fucking someone my kid’s age in my house, and after knowing him for such a short time, and I started laughing at myself for being such a slut. I did have to reassure Diego that I wasn’t laughing at him, but myself for not doing something like this sooner.

Once Diego got the feeling back in his legs, I took the condom off for him and started to kick him out, as it was getting close to dinner. I did get the point across that we could do this again as long as he did the following: Tell no one, get tested so we don’t have to deal with condoms, and to shave down there. He was more than happy to abide by these rules. Once I heard the door close and his truck pull away, I looked down at the used condom in my hand and had a very slutty idea. I held it up and let it all fall out into my mouth. He tasted sweet, fitting for a sweet young kid, can’t wait to put some work into him to get him to last longer.

Oh, also, most of the stuff arrived for the TV and whatnot, just waiting on one more thing that should get here tomorrow morning.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/im6q17/pool_boy_m_services_more_than_just_my_f_pool