Hank carried the table and chairs out onto the deck as Denise had asked. He saw the kids coming out of the shed with Sarah. Tyshawn and Jesse had on black swim trunks that looked pretty good on them. They both had removed their shirts and Hank saw the glistening black skin accentuated by the youthful look of defined muscle. The contrast was incredible as they followed the blonde cheerleader across the yard. They all walked over to the pool and sat down. Hank saw them talking and then saw Karen pull her sundress up and off. She had on a white striped bikini that was absolutely smoking. Her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders and her top looked to be barely able to hold her young tits. The bikini bottom was tight and hugged her perfect ass nicely. Hank saw her throw the dress and hit Tyshawn in the face and then turn and jump into the pool.
Hank turned back and headed into the house. Denise was now tossing a large salad in a bowl. He watched as she handled herself perfectly in the kitchen. It was obvious that she spent a lot of time in here. She looked happy but he wondered. He plopped back onto his stool and took a swig of his beer.
"Thank you Mr. Jackson, that was a big help. I am almost done here. All we really have left to do is grill the meat. I could use your help with that if you don't mind. I really don't use the grill too often and I'm not very good at it." Mrs. Smith said.
Hank listened to her and noticed she said the last part in sort of a little girl voice. If he didn't know better he would guess she was flirting with him. She put her lips into a little pout as she said it. She looked incredibly cute when she did that and he immediately knew where Karen got her talents from.
"No problem Denise. I would be glad to help you with that." Hank said and smiled.
"You are such a nice man. I never thanked you enough for what you did for Karen yesterday. It's hard to find school people that care so much anymore." Mrs. Smith said.
"Believe me, it is a pleasure to work with kids like Karen. She is a sweetheart and I was happy to help." Hank said and chuckled inside as he realized how different his statement would be if she had known exactly how he had "worked " with her daughter.
Mrs. Smith finished the salad and picked up the bowl.
"Mr. Jackson, can you open the refrigerator for me?" Mrs. Smith said.
"On one condition." He said.
She froze and looked at him, uncertainly in her eyes.
"If you drop the Mr. Jackson stuff and call me Hank." He said.
"Oh, ok, if you insist...Hank." She said and smiled in relief.
Hank opened the door of the refrigerator and she bent over to put the bowl in. He looked down and saw her soft, round ass bent over in front of him. He smiled; he loved it when white women were bent over. That was his favorite position and he wondered if he was going to be able to get this fine lady in that position again before the day was done.
Denise stood up and turned to face Hank. He was still holding the door open and she was trapped between his arms. She paused a second and looked at him. She saw something different in his eyes, it was kindness but it was also something else, sort of a fire or electricity.
She felt herself shudder as a spark ran through her. He stepped back and let her out. She shook her head as she thought she had certainly misread that look. He was a professional and she was a boring housewife. He would never have an interest in someone like her.
Hank saw her shudder as she looked at him and he smiled. Yes, this would end up exactly as he had hoped when he first laid eyes on the gorgeous white mother. This woman would be tasting his cock before the day was through. If he played his cards right he could be plugging that pussy before dinner. He followed her back to the island. He picked up his beer and finished it.
She was at the sink running water with her back to him. He stared at her long legs as they disappeared under her denim skirt. His eyes followed up her legs, over her ass and then to the small piece of skin peeping out between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her skirt.
He thought that was incredibly sexy. He saw she had on a bra as he could make out the straps through the back of her shirt. He could also tell that it was a front clasp as the strap in the back was smooth. He filed that little piece of info away for later.
"Hank, it looks like the kids have suits and they are taking advantage of the pool." She said as she peered out of the kitchen window.
Hank got up and walked over to her. He stood behind her and looked over her shoulder through the window. He saw Karen and Jesse splashing around in the pool. Sarah was lying on a lounge. He noticed she had removed her shirt and skirt and was in a white bikini. He would have to check that one out closer later.
Tyshawn was lying on a lounge next to her. He saw Jesse swim up next to Karen and she squealed. He swam away quickly and she tried to follow him, splashing lots of water. Hank could only imagine what Jesse was doing under the water.
Hank continued to lean over her to see out the window. He felt his crotch touch her ass as he leaned forward. He wondered how she would react. He held himself still and she leaned forward to put the plug in the sink. As she did so she bent over slightly, pushing her ass into him. He pushed forward slightly. She held the pressure and Hank knew it was now only a matter of time.
"They look like they are having a lot of fun." Hank said.
"Yes, they are. It's nice you could bring the boys over. Karen never really has anyone her own age to hang with around here." Denise said.
Hank pushed into her more as he leaned closer to the window to look at the kids. He felt her body trapped between him and the counter. She did not react and reached for a dish in the water.
"The boys are enjoying it also. They don't have this sort of stuff where they live." Hank said.
"That's too bad, you bring them here any time you like." Denise said.
"I just might do that, but only if I can come too." Hank said.
"That's fine, Hank, you can come anytime you like." Denise said.
Hank heard her pause on the word "come" and he knew exactly what she meant. He could read women very well but it would take an idiot to not realize that this one was screaming at him to take her. He reached around and touched her stomach with his left hand. He heard her draw in a breath.
"But wouldn't your husband mind if I was to be dragging a bunch of kids over here all the time?" Hank asked.
"No, not at all, he loves kids, he loves to just sit and watch them." She replied.
"Does he like to sit and watch you?" Hank said and slid his hand up under her shirt over her tight stomach.
"Yes, as a matter of fact he does." She replied.
