Meanwhile Back At The Coppolas

About a week after the earring incident, I was back at the Coppola's for their regular pool service. It was a brutally hot and humid sunny day. Mrs. Coppola was floating on a lounger in the pool reading a book and seeking refuge from the heat. She was wearing her white one-piece bathing suit. The way the white lycra came to a point and disappeared between her thighs was hot. The pressure on her tits made them look so full and squeeze-able. She greeted me as I closed the gate behind me.

"Oh--hi Peter. How are you?" She asked.

"I'm good. I bet you're glad to have a pool on days like today, huh?"

"Oh yeah! You must be dying." She could see the sweat rolling down the sides of my face.

"Eh. It's better than being trapped inside all summer. It'll be hot when I get home but I have A/C in my bedroom."

"Why don't you come in and cool off?"

Jumping into the cool water sounded fantastic. She must think I keep a suit in the truck now.

"I still don't have a suit."

"That's OK. You don't need one." She shrugged with a grin. "It's an emergency." She added facetiously. "A heat emergency."

Was she saying what I thought she was saying? She definitely was. I mean, what else could she mean?

"OK. That sounds amazing, actually." I said before I started to kick off my shoes. I didn't want to appear too eager so I casually slipped my pool company t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the lounge chair behind me. I untied my surfer shorts and slid them off without hesitation, along with my underwear, and tossed them on the chair. The sight of my cock slightly startled Mrs. Coppola. She wasn't expecting my shorts and underwear to come off together. The sunlight felt warm and soothing on my swollen cock.

I didn't want to splash Mrs. Coppola or rock her lounger with waves, so I walked over to the steps. She had a full frontal view of my young, muscular, naked body as I casually stepped into the pool. I paused at the second step in knee deep water to acclimate to the water as she continued to watch. I made no effort to obscure her view of my cock or hasten my entry into the water.

"You aren't shy at all--are you?" She asked rhetorically with a laugh.

"Haha. I guess not. The main reason I work out is to look good naked." I replied. The fact that I wasn't timid or shy made her relaxed and a little gleeful. "It doesn't bother me if you see everything." I said in a reassuring but almost challenging tone. "I'm happy with what I got. I'm not embarrassed for girls to see it." I said glancing down, then looking back at Mrs. Coppola. Her eyes widened and she nodded her head before raising her gaze back to my face. She was taken aback by my candor and comfort being on display. All this talk about showing my cock was getting me hard. I was fully erect as I stepped down onto the third step and into water up to my mid thigh.

"Looks like you need to get in the water and cool off!" Mrs. Coppola said humorously.

"Are you uncomfortable?" I asked devilishly while standing there with my thick, rock hard cock pointing up displaying my large tight balls.

She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. It took her a moment to say "Not at all," as if she didn't quite know what to say. She said it in a drawn out way with almost an exaggerated nonchalance--as if she were trying to convince herself.

I lowered my body and glided along the surface of the water. Jumping in a cool pool on a hot day always feels amazing, but feeling the drag of the water against my hard cock was incredible. I went under the water and swam to the far end of the pool. I swam back to the shallow end and crouched to the side of Mrs. Coppola's floating lounge chair as I spoke to her, keeping my torso in the cool water.

After a few minutes of banter about school and hot weather, Mrs. Coppola surprised me with a question: "Hey--do you have any weed?"

"What??" I asked incredulously.

"Come on. I know you smoke. Do you have any? It's been so long since I've smoked!!"

"Seriously??"

"Yes! I haven't smoked in forever. I finally have a little free time during the day."

After a moment of fake pondering I said, "I might have something." I got out of the pool, dried my hands with my shirt, and retrieved a partially smoked joint and a lighter from the pocket of my shorts. I lit the joint and took a hit. I tossed my lighter on my clothes and brought the joint to Mrs. Coppola in the pool.

"My hands are wet. You hold it." She said. I came around the back of her lounger and put my right arm around her to keep her steady as I brought the joint in my left hand to her lips. My right hip was pressed against her left side and my stiff cock occasionally brushed against her through the chair as she took a hit like a champ.

"Oh my God! It's been so long. I don't think I'm getting much done this afternoon!" She announced. She took one more hit before I extinguished the joint with my wet hand and got out of the pool to put it back in my shorts pocket.

"What service! I have a naked, handsome young man coming by to clean my pool and bring me weed!" She said as I turned to return to the pool. I was slightly shocked by her comment. She must have been feeling really good. Her inhibitions were drastically lowered. "You do have a lovely penis, Pete." she said as she burst into laughter from a combination of the weed and the absurdity of the situation.

"Thank you." I laughed with surprised. "I'm glad you aren't embarrassed."

"Why would I be embarrassed? You're the one who is naked!" She paused. Then, in a softer tone she said, "I'm still a woman, after all. I'm not just a mom. I can still admire the sight of a naked man."

"Yes, I know.. and a beautiful woman at that."

"Stop." She said incredulously. "I'm much older than you."

"You are older than me, but you aren't old. You have a nice body"

"Aww. You're sweet." She said bashfully. "It must feel nice swimming in the buff." She mused suggestively.

"It feels great! It's almost like being weightless. You should try it."

"Yeah, right!" She exclaimed as she burst into more laughter at the idea.

"Why not? It feels great. You don't have anything I haven't seen before." She rolled her eyes at that tired line.

"It's different. A man sees a nude woman and immediately wants to have sex."

"A woman doesn't?"

"No. It might turn her on a little but it takes more than that to get a woman into bed. Hey--before I forget... we are going away for a long weekend. Would you be able to stop by and take care of the dog? We'll pay you, of course." I love dogs! The Coppola's had a small fluffy white mixed breed dog. She was very sweet and loved me. Extra money would be nice.

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"Great! I'll give you the code to the garage. Feel free to use the pool. But just bring your girlfriend though. No parties."

"Of course. Sounds good. I better get going. I have a few other stops to make. I just came by to test the chemicals."

"I'm gonna get out too. I've been in here a while."

I swam to the deep end of the pool and back to the steps. Mrs. Coppola was just ahead of me getting out. Her wet bathing suit clung to her body from the vacuum created when she got out of the water. It was now just slightly translucent, just barely revealing the darkness of her bush and the outline of her nipples that were poking through the fabric. Her ample breasts looked like they were covered by opaque shrink wrap. I was enjoying the view when she grabbed the straps of her suit and pulled them up and out just enough to let in some air and break the vacuum.

When I got out, Mrs. Coppola said, "You should be wearing sunscreen. Turn around." I turned with my back facing her as she sprayed the entire back of my body. She then rubbed it into my skin. Her hands grazed my balls as she worked the sunscreen into my upper thighs.

"Ok. Turn around," she instructed. She was still crouched down, so my hard cock was at her eye level. She got up, told me to look up, and proceeded to spray my body. My cock twitched as the cold spray hit it. She worked her way down my body rubbing in the sunscreen. After finishing my legs, she started to rub sunscreen on my cock without even thinking. She pushed it to the side and rubbed sunscreen on my balls--holding them in her hand in the process. Very quickly, I felt a tightening building up until several streams of cum exploded onto her chest. I stood momentarily with my cock still at Mrs. Coppola's eye line.

"I better go clean up." She said softly as warm cum started to run down into her cleavage. She used her towel to wipe any remaining cum off my cock. "I'll talk to you on Thursday about taking care of the dog."

"Ok, sounds good." I said breathily. Mrs. Coppola disappeared into the house. I tested the chemicals and then got dressed. The levels were perfect.