"G'day Rob," Mrs Alison offered the ubiquitous Aussie greeting as I entered her high walled yard, closing the poolside gate behind me.
"G'day Mrs. Alison." I replied, organizing my chemicals prior to testing her swimming pool water. Gina Alison was reclining on a lounger, wearing a scanty white bikini and caressing sun tan lotion onto her long shapely legs. Legs that were already bronzed and sexy enough; coating them with glistening oil only made them harder to ignore, although ignoring Gina Alison was impossible and she knew it.
"Are we keeping you busy?" she asked
"Flat out like a lizard drinking this time of year Mrs. Alison." I replied "But Rob's Poolside Engineers will never be too busy to look after his favourite customer."
Gina Alison began applying the oily lotion to her washboard-flat abdomen. Long fingers rippling across her six pack.
"How long have you been looking after our pool now Rob?"
"Since I was seventeen; this is my third year Mrs. Alison."
"Then don't you think that it's about time you started calling me Gina?"
"I'd like that," I paused then added, "Gina." with my Sunday best smile.
"Yes I'd like it too."
For the next few minutes I concentrated on the ph balance of the water which was slightly acidic. I had not been flattering her when I'd said that she was my favourite customer. In her mid thirties, Gina was probably 15 years older than I, but whatever it was that women are supposed to lose as they age had not happened to her; in my opinion the tall leggy blonde had probably improved with maturity. Unlike her accountant husband, Brian, who had deteriorated, by growing fat.
When I looked up again she was smoothing lotion onto her firm breasts; the film of oil causing her cleavage to gleam in the sunlight. I could feel my cock growing in my shorts and decided that I had best look away; but before I could do so she looked up quickly and caught me staring at her. She gave a secret little smile then husked.
"Rob, would you mind rubbing some of this lotion on my back?"
Now I was sure that she was teasing me
Having been caught out staring at her breasts I felt embarrassed; before I could reply she continued.
"After all you did say that you'd never be too busy to look after your favourite customer." She smiled again. "Hoist by your own petard Rob."
She rolled over onto her tummy as I walked over to her and poured the lotion into the palm of my hand. Her back was a smooth golden sweep that terminated in the delightful rise of the twin globes of her rump. I began by rubbing the oil across her shoulders, my hands slip-sliding across her back.
"Doesn't "Hoist by your own petard" mean to be caught in your own trap?"
"Hmm something like that." She wiggled her bottom seductively. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Gina was deliberately tantalizing me.
I continued applying the lotion working down her back and along her sides; the tiny wisps of cloth that formed her bra allowed my fingers to caress along the side of her breasts which were very firm. They scarcely even dimpled under the pressure of my hands
"Hmm that feels nice." She murmured.
"I agree." I replied while thinking. Two can play at this game.
She gave a throaty laugh as I switched my attention to the back of her legs by squirting lotion up each limb from her feet to her bikini line. Starting at her feet I began massaging, gently but strongly working the oil into her firm flesh. Her calf muscles were smooth tapering down to sculpted ankles and up to join the strong silky length of her thighs. As I made my way slowly toward her bikini she parted her legs to allow me access to the inside of her thighs. The cleft of her sex formed a perfect camel toe in the gusset of her white bikini. With each sweep of my hands I came further up the inside of her thigh till my fingers were brushing lightly against her panties, a few stray hairs glistened from the oil on my fingers. Once again she wiggled this time languorously; causing my fingers to press firmly against her sex which felt hot; a damp spot was appearing.