Bobby didn't have school because of the teacher's convention and was on his way to a small local motel that had recently been purchased by a couple new to Jamestown.
The woman who'd purchased the motel called Bobby and told him she heard he might be interested in mowing their lawn and cleaning their pool. She asked if he might want to work for them. She explained that because her husband had a full-time job and had to work a lot of overtime to supplement their income until the motel started showing a profit, so she needed to find someone to do some of the work that needed to be done.
Bobby said he'd come over and talk with her to see what kind of deal they could work out.
The woman, who told Bobby her name was Debbie Danton, told him she'd either be in the office, or out by the pool. He said he'd see her in about a half an hour. He wasn't sure what to expect, but figured if she was old enough to buy the motel, Mrs. Danton was probably middle-aged.
When Bobby pulled up in front of the motel went to the office, and saw a sign in the window stating that the manager was out at the pool. He headed in that direction and got a huge surprise. The woman sitting next to the pool, wearing one of the scantiest swimsuits he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing, was anything but middle aged. She probably wasn't even thirty yet. He couldn't help staring at her, and at what there was of the swimsuit.
The suit, made of metallic fabric with a blue and green print, covered - just barely - an exceedingly prime body. The suit was. The bra held a pair of small, but firm-looking breasts, and the bottom was, essentially, two tiny Vees of cloth connected by very thin straps. Those straps encircled slim, finely-formed hips. Bobby couldn't take his eyes off her. Her tan skin - and a lot of it was exposed - gleamed with a slight film of perspiration.
The woman sat up when she saw him approaching. "You Bobby Draper?" she asked softly.
"Um, yeah, I...I am," he replied. "You...you must be Mrs. Dalton." His voice sounded funny and he wondered if she noticed.
"Have a seat, Bobby," she said, "let's see if I can convince you to come to work for Biff and me."
Bobby sat down in a chair next to her, and continued to stare at her. He tried not to, but he couldn't help himself.
"So, you have experience mowing grass and cleaning pools?" Mrs. Dalton asked. Her voice was soft, husky, and very sexy.
"Yeah, I do..." Bobby replied. He took a deep breath. "I've been doing it for some of our neighbors for three or four summers, now."
They talked for a while. Mrs. Dalton told him what she expected him to do, and Bobby asked questions about what equipment they had. He also explained that he would only be able to work for them until the end of summer because he was going away to college in the fall. All the time he and the pretty motel owner were talking, he kept looking her over, and getting hotter and hotter. He wondered if she had any idea of the effect she was having on him.
After a while Mrs. Dalton stretched languidly, then she stood up. "Would you like a cold drink, Bobby?" she asked. "I could use one."
"Ah...I...I guess I could, too," Bobby croaked.
The attractive woman smiled. "Come on," she said, "Let's go in the office, I have sodas in the fridge, there." She started for the motel office which was in front of the owner's living quarters.
Bobby got to his feet, tried to get his rigid shaft arranged comfortably enough to allow him to walk, and followed Mrs. Dalton. As she walked ahead of him, he had the pleasure of watching her well-shaped buttocks move as she walked. The bikini bottom was so tiny he could see all of her luscious ass!
In the motel office, Mrs. Dalton got a can of diet soda out of the refrigerator and handed it to him. She got a can of beer out for herself, opened it, and took a long swig. "Do you like doing odd jobs, Bobby?" she asked.
"It's OK," Bobby replied. "I've been doing it to raise money for college. One of the nice things is that I get to meet a lot of interesting people."
The pretty motel owner grinned. "Do you consider me interesting, Bobby?" Debbie purred.
"Ah...I...I guess I do, Mrs. Dalton," he replied.
"I'd like it if you called me Debbie, if you're going to be working for me," the woman said. "I think it's better if friends are on a first name basis, don't you?"
"Ah...sure, ah...Debbie," Bobby said. With his heart pounding, he took a step toward his new employer. He'd noticed a look in her eyes that he'd seen before, and, unless he was totally wrong, she was making him an offer, one he was dying to accept.
As the young man moved closer to her, Debbie set her beer on the counter and looked him straight in the eye. Her eyes, Bobby noticed, were filled with expectation. No question about it. She did want him to do what he was about to do! He opened his arms and reached for her.
Then she was in his arms, her body was pressed against his and her body heat was radiating through his clothing. Their lips joined and passion raced through him. His arms slid around her, his hands fell onto her trim bottom, and he pulled her against him. Her tongue shot into his mouth, lashing his, and fire exploded inside him.
He felt her soft hand at the waist of his slacks, then it was inside them, searching for, and finding, his cock. "Come on, Bobby!" she murmured. She put an arm around him and, holding his cock, led him through the doorway that led into her residence.
Bobby went with her and, as they moved through the apartment, Debbie kept feeling his cock, as if she couldn't believe how big it was. Her fingers moved from the tip to the base and back. Bobby went where she led him, sure that, when they reached their destination, a lot of exciting things would follow.
They arrived at a bedroom and, before Bobby knew what was happening, he was lying on the bed and Debbie was stripping his clothes from him. When she had him naked, she gazed longingly at the swollen fleshy rod pointing toward the ceiling. Licking her lips, she knelt on the bed and kissed the young man's shaft.
Bobby responded with a loud cry of delight. Then Debbie proceeded to go after his erection wildly, clearly wanting to experience the veined shaft sliding between her lips, to swallow his juices, to make him come!
Bobby was speechless, quivering. Thrills coursed through his over-heated body! All he could do was moan! "Arrrrggghhhh!!!!! Arrrrggghhhh!!!!! Arrrrggghhhh!!!!!" he grunted. The feral sounds came from deep inside him. Overwhelmed by the sudden build-up of passion, he had no choice but to explode a geyser of hot, sticky fluids into Debbie's mouth. "Ohhhhh!!!! Godddd!!!!" he groaned as he came.
Bobby's cock started to soften, but that didn't deter Debbie from sucking and licking it as avidly as ever. Only when he was, at last, completely limp and clean, did she let the flaccid shaft slide from her mouth. Then she sat back on her heels and grinned at him. "Did you like that, Bobby?" she whispered. Her voice had a breathless, urgent quality.
"It was fantastic!" he replied. "Unbelievable!"
"I'm glad you liked it," Debbie said as she moved to the center of the bed and stretched out next to him. "I hope you'll be nice to me now," she murmured, her eyes hot.
Bobby slid over next to her, touched her shoulder and she molded her lean body against him. His hands began exploring her and she murmured with delight.
"Yes, Bobby!!! Oh, yesss!!!" Debbie purred. "You have such an incredibly soft touch! God, that feels fabulous!" She rained wet, impassioned kisses on him. "Make love to me, Bobby! Make love to me!"
