The sun coming up in the cloudless sky warmed her as she lounged by the pool with her coffee. She closed her eyes behind her dark glasses, enjoying the gentle breeze caressing her skin... a perfectly beautiful spring morning. She felt refreshed, rejuvenated. It had been a long lonely winter.
She was expecting a young man, her best friend's son, home from college for the summer. He had accepted her offered to pay him to clean the debris in the pool, left as a result of a recent thunderstorm.
She heard footsteps on the concrete behind her and reached for the short robe she used to cover her bathing suit. Bobby looked very handsome in his tank top and shorts. More grown up than she remembered, tall and lean, with an air of confidence, no longer the lanky adolescent teen. He stopped when he saw her and watched her shrug on the robe. How many years had he been completely infatuated with this woman? She smiled at him, knowing how sexy she looked in the very revealing black bikini, which barely covered her. She still had a great body for a woman her age, full breasts, and hips accentuated her tiny waist. Men had always found her desirable, even much younger men. She preferred younger men but Bobby was more than twenty years younger than her.
She greeted him warmly, and they chatted briefly about college before she excused herself. He knew where she kept the pool equipment and was busy working when she came back with a fresh cup of coffee, hung her robe behind her on the lounge chair and stretched out to catch some rays.
Bobby worked slowly, trying to watch her while he worked. The longer he worked the more impossible it became to push thoughts of wanting her from his mind. He daydreamed of ways to approach her to let her know how much he wanted to fuck her. He knew she would be flattered, but would turn him down.
She watched him work, knowing he couldn't tell she was watching behind the dark glasses. His strong young body bulged with sinewy muscles. God, it had been such a long time since she had been fucked! She could easily seduce him, but her strict religious upbringing forced her to close her eyes and push such ridiculous thoughts aside.
Bobby's work completed, she invited him in for a cold drink. "Help yourself to whatever you like," she said. "I'm going to change."
With her back to the door she unfastened her top, and pulled it off in front of her dresser mirror. She pushed her tits up with her hands. Closing her eyes she fantasized about Bobby and found her nipples with her fingertips. Pretending they were his hands on her, his body pressed against her back, fondling her. Opening her eyes slowly, she noticed she was being watched.
Quickly covering herself with her hands, she turned to face Bobby. "What are you doing there?," she quizzed. He said nothing, just started walking toward her. She could see his cock bulging in is pants. She back away slowly, "get out of here Bobby!" She fought her desire to feel his hands on her. He grabbed her arms exposing her lovely soft breasts and her tiny pink nipples. She struggled with him, but he was too strong. Twisting her arms, he forced her to turn her back to him and reaching around, grabbed her tits hard. "Bobby Don't!," she yelped, continuing to struggle. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her. She smelled of soap and sun. Her hair smelled clean with a delicate aroma of some blossoms he could not recall.
