Fred got up late the next morning. He justified this to himself by reminding himself that he, and his cock, had had to work very hard yesterday!
He even had to consult his calendar to remind himself of the day of the week and the date in the month. It turned out that today was Thursday and it was the end of the second week of October. Of course, next week was half term in England and that was why Jessica was coming. Fleetingly thinking of Mary's daughter made his cock twitch.
Having finally risen at about nine o'clock and had breakfast he decided to do a few chores. First job on the list was to clean the pool. The dusty conditions in this part of Spain meant that the pool needed cleaning at least once a week, more if there was a strong breeze in the wrong direction, causing leaves and small garden debris to get blown into the pool.
Fred got out the pool vacuum and started the most tedious part of the job. After finishing that he tested the ph level and cleaned out the filters. He was still wearing his shorts during all this but as soon as he had finished the job he realised the sun was hot so he dropped his shorts, enjoying the heat of the sun playing across his arse cheeks and over his cock and balls. He began to think of Mary and his penis thickened and lengthened without stiffening up.
Fred then threw some clothes into the washing machine and switched it on. After that he started the dishwasher and boiled the kettle again, ready for his mid morning coffee. While all that was going on he went into his garden to see if any maintenance jobs needed doing. Although he had a pretty private garden there were some places where he could be overlooked but he didn't bother to put his shorts on again.
Twenty minutes later he was lounging on the naya sipping his coffee and brandy and beginning the enjoyable task of day dreaming about his lovely Mary and her female family and friends. As he daydreamed his favourite toy, his cock, lengthened and hardened. He took himself in hand.
Thinking about Mary, his immediate vision was of a beautiful tanned woman, mature but tender as if still a girl. He could see in his minds eye a gorgeous pair of brown full breasts; an equally tanned arse and a tantalising shaved pussy, glistening and wide open. As he visualised Mary's cunt he could see, in the background, her winking arsehole set in her deep bum crack. Heaven! Pure heaven! His cock stiffened some more.
Fred was dozing, his fingers still around his shaft. Mary was dancing around the pool, tanned and naked. She stopped and faced him and called out, "Watch me Fred darling." Her pussy lips trembled and opened, a strong stream of her yellow pee arcing across the space between them. Fred groaned, waking himself up in his chair, squeezing his erection in his ecstasy.
Fred pulled himself together, loosing his grip on his tool and reaching for his coffee. It was still warm so he had not been asleep for very long. He finished it off and quickly swallowed the remains of his brandy. He headed for the pool.
He stood on the edge of the water, looking down into his newly vacuumed pool and admiring the reflected clear blue water. He thought of Mary's tanned naked body and dived in.
He swam several lengths up and down the clean water, thinking that he would soon be giving up the pool for the winter. The water was distinctly cooler this week. Mary had been quite brave yesterday and hadn't complained. Fred wondered if Jessica would be as brave. His thoughts drifted off to think of Jessica. He couldn't really picture her; he hadn't seen much of her over the last eighteen months.
"Hello there Mr. Armstrong. Can you hear me?"
Fred stopped dreaming. A female voice was calling his name. Was it Mary? No, she called him 'Fred darling'. It was someone else.
"Who's that?" he shouted, raising himself as far as he could out of the water. "I can't see you."
A figure appeared at the gate, definitely a female figure.
"Hello Mr Armstrong, I'm sorry to intrude on you. My name's Hilary van Nieldenstrom. Can I speak to you for a moment?"
"OK", shouted Fred, thinking that this sort of distraction should be encouraged. "I'm in the pool and I'm naked so turn your back until I've let you in and got some shorts on."
As Fred climbed the steps out of his pool a mischievous idea entered his mind. With Prince at his side he walked directly from the poolside to the gate, his tool bouncing up and down, although the cool water spoiled the effect somewhat.
His joke backfired too. Instead of turning her back, Ms van Nieldenstrom watched him calmly as he approached her.
"I see you don't have a heated pool, Mr Anderson," she smiled.
Fred liked that and reacted positively. "Yeah," he replied, "I'm going to have to give up swimming for the winter soon. Want a coffee? I'm going to have one with another brandy to warm me up."
Hilary van Nieldenstrom lifted her gazed from Fred's genitals and smiled. "That's the best offer I've had this morning," she answered.
"All the others too downright rude to repeat, I suppose, " said Fred as he opened the gate. He noticed immediately that Prince let himself down by pushing his nose into the lady's aromatic area. "I'm Fred," he said, extending his hand. "I'm sorry about Prince, he's usually much better behaved than that. Do come in."
She returned his handshake with a firm grip. "That's OK, I'm used to dogs. I can only assume that your dishabille has made me a give off a slight aroma. I'm Hilary van Nieldenstrom from Costa Blanca Properties, Real Estate Agents."
Fred kept hold of Hilary's hand and looked her up and down. She was about thirty years old, approximately five feet eight with short blonde hair. She was lightly tanned all over, with blue eyes, a straight nose and full lips with just a hint of lipstick. Her body was her best feature, firm thrusting breasts held in check by a tight lemon cotton top, a narrow waist and strong hips with gorgeous tanned thighs protruding from her short white shorts.
Fred collected his thoughts, as he suddenly felt underdressed.
"Yes, well, come in," he said as he released her hand. "I'd better go and put something on."
"Oh please don't," said the lady. "If this is how you usually dress at home then far be it from me to instigate a change. Please call me Hilary, or even 'Hils' and just relax."
"OK", answered Fred. "As long as you can stand the sight of an old man's cock." Actually, now that the sun was beginning to warm his cock and balls again his tool began to extend itself. Hilary began to watch, fascinated.
She accepted Fred's offer of coffee and brandy. He went inside and soon returned with the drinks, replenishing his at the same time. He had resisted the chance to slip on a pair of shorts. Having handed her the drinks he sat down in his armchair and indicated that she should sit opposite.
"Now, to what do I owe the honour of this visit?" he asked.
