Poolside Pleasures - a summer of lust.
Patricia smiled privately to herself as she dropped the rustling pile of groceries down on the kitchen bench, delighting at the thought of the many little treats she had bought for herself within them.
A selection of fine cheeses, some crackers, Chilean grapes, a water melon, and Turkish delight in dark chocolate, as decadently expensive as it was gorgeously sweet and sticky.
The trip to town had reminded her about the upside to having a wealthy, albeit insanely remote and busy husband. This was one who missed any event of significance in the family, was never home, and appeared ghost like on the fringes of her life, and that of her kids.
Just to treat herself she had also splashed out on a new bikini, its price tag inversely related to its surface area. It was the latest design she had seen whilst looking through the Victoria's Secret website. It was her last ditch attempt to seek an outfit that might elicit some response from a husband who seemed intent on doing nothing coming home, grabbing a beer then dropping into a deep, comatose sleep after the dinner she had inevitably cooked.
She had mixed things up a bit when she spied something similar in town. It consisted of a cheeky Hipkini bottom, one ruched up the rear with the fabric nicely framing her peach smooth butt cheeks. She knew even at 37 it continued to draw admiring glances from plenty of younger men over summer.
In a simple black, with jewelled hoops on each hip, she revelled in the slightly dirty look they would give her curvy flanks. For up top she had invested in a palm patterned push up halter top that was supposed to add one size to her bust. Not that she needed it, really - she was more than happy with her 36C cups, still holding up well despite a couple of kids.
It was a stinking hot summer morning, humidity was just beginning to thread its way into the air, and the pool beckoned.
She quickly slipped out of her sunfrock, unclipped her bra and peeled off her sweaty G string. Without even grabbing for a towel she snuck through the door between the bedroom and the deck, feeling deliciously naughty and leaping into the cool depths of the pool.
The clammy heat was immediately banished - replaced by the water's cool clasp all over her skin. She relished the water's cool passage between her legs, her newly clipped pubes, (another treat in town) swayed gently as she tread water, her pink pussy lips an alluring soft mound beneath them.
Slipping out of the water's cool clasp she padded into the bedroom and grabbed a towel, dried off and rustled her new bikini out of its bag. Deliberately she avoided looking in the mirror until she had it on and positioned.
Once she'd snuck inside its skimpy frame she did not have to pose too long front of her full length dressing mirror to know that the figure looking back was hot - damn hot.
Regardless of her age she stacked up pretty well in the looks department. She had a personal trainer to thank for that, Rochelle easily her equal in both the looks department, and Patricia was pushing
her
hard in the four sessions they had together each week.
She spied a movement from the corner of her eye near the pool. A young muscular man stood at the end facing the bedroom, pushing the skimmer along its surface. The intruder was Jason from "Too Pool for You", the pool company her husband had insisted on employing to keep his investment (as he called it) landscape magazine perfect.
She quickly wondered just how much Jason had seen. Surely not her naked run back to the bedroom? She had not even heard him turn up - maybe he had spied her pose in the new bikini before the mirror.
But thinking about that she did not mind if he had, the thought gave her a delicious tingle even as she cheerily waved "hi" to him. If he had been glancing through the window she would never have known, his sunglasses shaded his eyes - he returned her greeting and returned to grooming the pool.
Sneakily Patricia stole a look at him. At 21 he thankfully showed no sign of a university student beer pot most 20 somethings seemed to sport as standard these days. His stomach was a hard rippling plain of muscle, honed from the time he spent surfing, and the hard physical labour he had chosen for holiday work before returning back to uni'.
Days spent in hay gangs tossing heavy bales around, fencing boundaries on his uncle's farm and digging foundations for a new dairy shed had honed him down, making him definitely more man than boy, while the sun had turned him a deep shade of brown.
Jason was now facing away from her, down the pool's length. She took the opportunity to fully appraise his form, and quietly sighed at the strong legs firmly planted on the side of the pool. She longingly eyed the clear definition of muscles through his shoulders rippling as he eased the skimmer rhythmically across the pool's surface.
Thoughts began flicking through her mind, and not the sort that supposedly wealthy, content mothers in their late 30s should be having about their hired help.
She absently fanned her hands out in front of her, imagining they contained his tight butt, gently running over its furred surface, massaging the taut muscles within as she let her fingers slip down and around, lightly teasing the soft skin of his balls and rubbing the skin of his hardening cock between thumb and forefinger...
The splash of the pool skimmer knocked her out of her day dream, but she noticed the warm stickiness her thoughts had created below, and lightly ran her finger down her pussy lips, savouring her own scent of desire.
Pool cleaning was just another part time addition to the holiday routine, one Jason quietly enjoyed for the change from the physical grind of his other jobs. The water's presence was cooling in the hot afternoons, and in the case of Patricia Ryan, the scenery was not too bad either. More than a couple of times this summer he had happened upon her warming herself in the sun in a bikini, her generous curves greeting him as he came around the corner of the house. He laughed to himself once, recalling a fraught pick up line a guy he knew had used about "dangerous curves ahead", so true, so true...
They had enjoyed cordial contact, shared a couple of anecdotes about the things they had got up to at university, places they had holidayed. It was the usual kick around conversation that Jason was more than happy to extend, particularly if it meant keeping Patricia's fine body well in sight.
She had this marvellous fine neck, a and a warm, open face that betrayed only a little of her years, but in a way he found strangely exciting - there was a depth to it that reflected more than age, it was someone who was at ease with their appearance, confident they looked good. It was far more alluring than the unblemished, almost bland appearance of the girls at varsity, so often sporting looks of disdain or boredom at their situation, and the blokes leering in their wake.
Patrica's face seemed to constantly be illuminated by a smile that flashed beautiful white teeth against her lightly tanned skin. Her dark hair that she always seemed to wear in a practical bun whilst sunbathing was thick, and more than a few times he had repressed the urge to brush stray wisps of it away from her sun warmed face as they chatted.
Her breasts were heavy and full, as far as he could tell, entirely her own. Her stomach was a taut flat plain honed from gym work, above hips that flared out around a fantastic bottom and strong tapering legs.
