I'll never forget the most thrilling sexual experience of my life. I was eighteen, just out of high school and had gotten a job as a pool cleaner. Each day, I'd drive down to the ritzy neighborhood on the other side of town, and make the rounds to four or five of the most ostentatious houses I'd ever seen. I got paid pretty well, fifty bucks a house if you can believe it.
Each day I'd go out dressed in a red swimsuit and tank top, armed with a net and fish out bugs all day long. It was a good gig. My body was still taught and lithe from my career on the high school swim team. When it got hot I'd take off my tank top, revealing my tanned and rippling muscles. All the while, I'd soak in the looks the neighborhood girls would give me. This was the life.
There was one house in particular I loved working at though. The Sullivan House. Leonard Sullivan was some high priced salesman or something, I never quite caught what he did. He apparently did it so well that his wife, Heather Sullivan, never needed to work a day in her life. Whenever I'd come over, Heather would always be lounging out by the pool or on the deck enjoying something in a fancy glass.
When I tell you that Heather was gorgeous I mean that she was an absolute knockout. She was in her mid thirties but easily could have passed for a twenty year old. A voluptuous hourglass figure, rich full breasts, stunning brown eyes, rich brunette curls that always framed her face so beautifully. But what always did it for me was her ass. The way her ass would just bounce up and down in her skimpy little black bikini was just mesmerizing. When she would strut around the pool, her perfect body covered by nothing more than just a scrap of fabric I couldn't help but stare.
In fact, it was staring that got me in trouble. I'll never forget. It must've been mid June and it was the hottest day of the year. I had already discarded my tank top, it laying in a heap somewhere off on the concrete patio. Even without my tank top I was still sweating, the sweat glistening and rolling off of my rock hard abs. That's when I heard a voice call out to me.
"Pool boy!"
I snapped my head up quickly, looking around.
"Oh pool boy!" Turning my head toward the noise, I saw Heather reclining on a patio chair. She wore her trademark black bikini, the bottoms riding up to frame her perfect ass, a pair of large sunglasses, and a giant white sunhat.
Tentatively I approached her. "Yes Mrs. Sullivan?"
Without skipping a beat she flipped over onto her stomach and undid her top. "Get my back won't you pool boy?"
"U-uh um, sure yeah."
I reached down for the lotion, slathering my hand with the stuff before applying it to her shoulder blades.
"Yes, that's right. However, where I really find that I burn is my lower back."
"What?"
"Are you deaf? I said lower!" She barked.
Shaking, my hand crept lower down her back now caressing just below her waist.
"No, no! Lower!"
