The pool guy

Tags:

Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast)

“Hi Bev” called a voice over my backyard fence. “Do you need your pool chemicals checked?” I recognized the voice as Paul - the local 24 year old pool cleaner. “I will do it for free in exchange for a couple of sodas” he added. “Two?” I replied, “Are you that thirsty?” “One for me and one for my girl friend Sara.” “Deal. Give me a minute.” I had been making the most of the morning sun and was catching some rays on the patio. I don’t like tan lines on my breasts, so I was lying with just my favorite black bikini bottom on, having left the halter top up in my bedroom. I love this bikini with its two tie fasterners at the hip. Before I had chance to make it off the sun bed, Paul and Sara came over. “Hi Bev, meet Sara, Sara meet Bev” said Paul, apparently un-phased by my partial nudity. I started to figure that he may have seen me earlier and planned this scenario, so I decided to play along. “Pleasure” I said, shaking Sara’s hand. I noticed her gaze drop from my eyes down to my breasts. A bit about myself, I am 38 years old, 5’ 8”, slim and have a nice pair of firm 36Cs. I have just started to explore my sexuality having been married for 20 years, and this is my second story. Sara was a fair skinned red head, looked about 22 years old and didn’t appear to have much in the way of a shapely figure; her bust may just have been a B cup. She was wearing a thin cotton button blouse top and wrap around skirt. I moved into the kitchen and swung open the refrigerator door, “help yourself, I’m having a bottle of water”. The cold air blew over my chest and my nipples hardened into dark points. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sara was staring and that her nipples were making little tents on her shirt. She was evidently not wearing a bra. Sodas in hand Paul and Sara leaned against the countertop while I sat on one of our barstools. We made small talk, before Sara mentioned my tan. “I cannot really go out into the sun, I burn too easily” she said. “I would love to be able to get that lovely shade of brown.” She took this opportunity to give my figure a good look over and I could feel the sexual tension rising. Paul was also getting aroused and I could see him hardening through his shorts. “I wish I had more in the way of boobs, I was thinking about getting breast enhancements when I complete college. There again I want a natural look like yours.” “I have to admit” I said, “I do like my figure.” I cupped my right breast and lifted it slightly. “May I touch them?” Sara asked. “Sure.” Not needing any further encouragement, she reached over and put a hand on each one, slipping a thumb over my nipples, pinching them slightly. “Oh they feel so warm and soft, I just have little bumps in comparison.” As she stroked and gently squeezed I could feel tingles running down my chest and could feel my pussy getting wet. I moved off the bar stool, closer to Sara and unbuttoned her shirt. I put my hands either side of her neck and let them slide them down exposing her chest. “Yours are nice though, they have a lovely perkiness to them.” Sara leaned towards me and gently kissed my lips. “Thank you, normally I am so shy about undressing in front of someone.” With that she slid one leg between my thighs and kissed me deeper. I had never had sex with a woman before and I was getting more turned on by the minute. Sara’s thigh was now rubbing up and down against my pubic mons, her hands pressing harder on my tits. I let out a little gasp and I could feel my legs tremble. Paul came up behind Sara, slid off her shirt and unclipped her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor. As Paul lifted her onto the countertop I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties and that indeed red was her natural hair color. Her pussy hair was trimmed into a thin strip. I couldn’t resist and moved between her opened thighs, kissing and licking from her knees upwards. As she leaned backwards, she spread her legs as wide as she could and I could see the moisture already forming on her pussy lips. Paul circled behind me and I felt him untie the bows either side of my bikini bottom and pull it off. He had already removed his shorts and I could feel his hard cock slide back and forwards across the entrance to my vagina. Oh it felt so good and my moisture coated his thick shaft. I started to run my tongue up one side of Sara’s clit and down the other, occasionally gently sucking on her now erect clit. She responded by pulling my head closer, grinding my mouth over the entrance to her pussy. As Sara started to shout in her first climax, Paul wasted no time and started to penetrate me from behind, making short thrusts to fully wet his cock before going deeper. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them together and was rewarded by more heavy breathing. Paul finally got his cock completely buried and lifted me off the ground. Every thrust made me grind my face harder into Sara’s pussy. I could feel Paul’s balls swinging against me which started my orgasm, a growing, strong, deep wave of pleasure. I inserted my tongue deep into Sara’s pussy and pushed my bottom lip in as well allowing me to encompass her clit and the front of her pussy entrance at the same time. I could feel her juices running down my chin. As I sucked and swallowed she started a second orgasm, shouting out uncontrollably “Yes, harder, oh God, oh, oh, ahhhhhhh.” My response was to climax, and I could feel the shuddering of my body and clenching of my vagina had put Paul over the edge. I pulled away from Sara’s pussy and inserted two fingers in her soaking entrance making sure the palm of my hand slammed against her clit. My mouth now free I started to scream as wave after wave of climax hit me. Paul could stand it no longer and making short, hard thrusts he groaned deeply. I could feel spurt after spurt of hot sperm shoot deep up towards my womb. By now Paul’s legs were weakening and he eased out. His cum started to trickle down my thigh and I scooped some up and let Sara lick it from my fingers. She sat up, kissed me full on the mouth so I could taste the saltiness of Paul’s cum. “That was incredible” I said breathlessly. “I need Paul’s hard cock in me to finish me off,” said Sara. “How about we grab a shower and go to the bedroom, I want to repay the favor and taste your pussy Bev.” She slipped her hand in mine and I guided her towards the bedroom. As we left the kitchen I noticed from the clock that my husband Peter would be home in around 15 minutes.I will let you know how that turns out later… Write me at clintonbeverly@yahoo.com