As Christina lay in her recliner chair in the warm midafternoon sunshine, she thought about her phone call to the pool cleaning company. A man had answered, and at the first sound of his words, her pussy moistened, her clit twitched and became slightly engorged. She was horny before she made the call - now her pussy was positively screaming for some attention.
Her pool was overdue for some attention, as was her neglected pussy.It had been some time since she had had a decent fuck with her husband. He was always working and claimed to be too tired.
"Yes of course, darling, I'm sure you're not too tired to fool around with your damn secretary. I've seen those legs and tits of hers", she thought.
So while she had listened to the man's voice purring in her ear, she slipped her hand down to graze her pussy lips and brushed her tingling clit.
Indeed, she could see the possibilities for some relief, because the man told her that he "personally would come DO your...pool."
She almost came at that point, at the thought of a man saying he would come and "do her"..."personally."
But did he really pause in that sentence? Or did she just imagine that he said he'd "come and 'do her' "? Maybe she wasn't imagining. After all, the conversation was a business one, but it had been a flirtatious one too. She loved to flirt, and it sounded like he enjoyed it too.
She wondered what he looked like. If he looked as good as he sounded, then she was in for a treat that afternoon.
She even wondered if he was getting hard as they talked. Maybe he was even stroking his cock while they chatted. "That would be nice to know", she thought.
She continued to ponder all that, as she lay on the chair, the sun beating down on her, making her feel so warm, and even more horny, as she waited for the guy to show up. He was due any minute. He promised he'd be there at 2.30 and it was almost that time now. "Where was he?" she thought, and "Oh God, I am so fucking horny I might jump him as soon as he comes in. Fuck the pool, fuck me instead!"...and she giggled.
She wondered what he'd wearing. Shorts of course, and tight, so his bulge would be very visible. A Tshirt - no - a muscle shirt? Oh I do hope so! And her clit twitched at the thought of his biceps and how she would love to stroke his arm muscles with her elegantly manicured, freshly crimson painted nails.
She wondered, then, how she might greet him.
Naked? No, she might have gotten him all wrong. And that would make her look foolish and embarrassed.
Bikini? Her tiny teal bikini. That was more like it.She knew it looked sexy on her. The way the tiny scraps of material barely covered her big tits and pussy. If it was wet, as if she had just gotten out of the water, it'd be see through as well. Mmmmmmmmmm I think he would enjoy THAT sight! Her hard nipples showing through and her sexy camel toe lips, outlined so clearly for his eyes to devour. She looked down, pleased to see her pair of pencil eraser tipped nipples, nicely visible.
And she could pretend she was sunbathing when she answered the door to him.
How about a compromise? Naked under a robe? Hmmmmm that sounds good. Then if it turned out in the way she wanted it to turn out, then she could tease him a little. Bend over and let him see down her cleavage. Let a breast become uncovered, or she could let it fall completely open accidentally and let him have a good long hard look at her body.
I am sure he'd enjoy that. She knew she would.
Looking him directly, defiantly, into his eyes, daring him to do something, anything, begging him to take her, push that robe off her shoulders, hungrily attack her neck with his mouth, planting kisses over her as she submitted to him.
She could feel his hot tongue licking her, slithering up and down her throat, down between her cleavage, licking under her breast, along the side, then the other, the same thing, then starting on her nipples, now hardened and erect, big and tasty looking for his mouth, waiting for him to bite, suck, kiss, lick, engulf entirely with his mouth and suck in. Feeling his teeth grazing over them, and licking, oh my god, I love that...
Christina's hand by now had crept between her parted thighs and was happily absorbed in fingering her pussy and clit; her other hand roaming over her breasts and nipples, when she heard the doorbell. Oh. How long had it been ringing, she wondered. She had been totally lost in the intensity of her daydream.
She got up and slipped on her robe, immediately realizing that her plan - of being naked under that robe to greet him - was falling into place.
She was ready, if a little nervous, for she still had to see what he looked like, and whether he was going to be willing, at least, to flirt with her, if not be offered and take up, the chance to fuck with her.
"Coming!" she called. "I'm coming", laughing to herself at what she had just said. Oh yes, she thought, she certainly hoped to be calling out "I'm cumming" later, with him.
She could see white shorts through the frosted glass fronted door and she could see he was tall. "Mmmmmm so far so good", she thought, and her pussy clenched and unclenched.
After a brief check of her look in the hall mirror, and a quick lick of her lips to moisten them appealingly, she opened the door to a handsome smiling man. He was slim, a little older than she expected, about 50, but had nice suntanned muscles poking out of his Tshirt sleeves. He worked out obviously. He had no hair on top, but had shaved his grey hair on each side. Baldness suited him really well. It made him look sexy, and, like the actor Ben Kingsley, a bit 'dangerous' looking as well. Which really made her excited!
And she couldn't help but let her eyes wander over his body, down his flat stomach, to his tanned legs, to the brown leather sandals on his bare feet.
And she couldn't help stare at his crotch! His 'package' looked pretty damn fine. She wondered what it would be like, to unfurl his cock, to free him from his underwear, feel him, caress him,get down on her knees and take him into her mouth, looking up at him to see the look of pleasure on his face as she sucked him expertly, running her tongue round the head, flicking into his pee hole, then running up and down that long hard shaft from his balls to his knob, then engulfing him once again, sliding her mouth up and down fucking his cock with her wet warm mouth, feeling his wonderful manhood sliding down her throat, feeling it push against her tonsils, almost gagging, but taking it all so effortlessly.
Hearing him moan, groan as she continued to orally fuck his cock. She knew she gave great blowjobs! And this was no exception.
She thought of this as she welcomed him in. Her pussy becoming wetter, her nipples becoming as hard as her doorbell button, and just as long.
She longed for him to be pressing HER button!
"Afternoon ma'am, sorry I am running late", he apologised.
"No problem", she answered, "I am happy to see you, I'm glad you found the time to come at such short notice."
"Well, I don't want any unsatisfied customers ma'am", he said.
"I am so glad to hear that!" she said, hoping he would pick up on what she had meant about not having any 'unsatisfied' customers.
She smiled. He smiled back.
"Oh God", she thought, "If he smiles at me like that again I'm going to melt!"
"So, where is your pool ma'am? Through here?"
"Yes,and please call me Christina. Ma'am makes me feel so old."
"Ok, ma'a...Christina. Thank you."
"Please, follow me..what did you say your name was?"
"I didn't, but it's Mark."
"Ok, Mark, it's through these doors."
"You have a beautiful house, Christina."
"Thank you Mark"..but what she wanted to say was "and you have a beautiful body honey", as she again glanced at his bulge.
