This story depicts initial reluctance of mature anal sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy.
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Phillipa had no idea that she was being observed, her focus was on her son splashing around in the shallow end of the municipal pool. His inflatable arm bands were helping him float even if they seemed to be hindering his ability to learn to swim -- 'one step at a time' she thought.
As they had entered the pool area, the thirtyish year old Mum had spotted and been consoled by the presence of two lifeguards on the opposite side of the pool. The older of the two was sat up on a highchair overlooking the pool while the younger of the two was leant down at the pool edge explaining something to two young swimmers mid-way down the pool.
Lucy was sat up on the highchair giving a full panoramic view of the pool area to help ward off potential problems. However, the vantage point also allowed her to spot potential conquests of the various MILFS that were usually in residence with their kids. Lucy had a strong maternal instinct to look out for the young in her care but she was also a predator where adults were involved -- female adults that is. She had realised in her mid-teen years where her sexual orientation lay and she had perfected her approach over the intervening years, so much so that her prey had no idea they were in her crosshairs until it was too late. Lucy was 27, slim with long lithe legs, toned arms and legs and luscious shiny chestnut hair that she wore up during working hours but down when she was reeling in her prey.
Her chest was barely registering a B cup which probably answered her fascination for a well-filled bra -- very much like Phillipa was demonstrating right now. The Mother had worn a full-bodice bathing suit that made her feel comfortable about her less-than-flat stomach but it did nothing to reduce the sheer dimensions of her 42DD tits and Lucy was finding it difficult to tare her gaze away from those magnificent tits. While her colleague Sam was continuing to chat with the two teenagers Lucy stepped down from her chair and tried to nonchalantly wander around the pool edge when in reality, she was purposefully heading towards the redhead's mum.
The boy was doing his best doggy paddle to make his way over to his mother and she was doing what she could from the poolside to encourage him, "Oh you're doing so well."
Lucy had made her way over to the pair and smiled warmly at the young boy as he grabbed hold of poolside and so she said "I can see we have our very own Aquaman soon. You're doing very well."
On hearing the praise from over her shoulder his mother half turned to Lucy and smiled before saying "It's his first time at the pool."
Lucy replied "In that case, I think he is indeed doing very well. I hope he enjoys it very much." It was at this point that she spotted the reason Mum wasn't in the pool with him, her ankle was bound in a tight bandage. Commenting on it to start a conversation she said "Oh that looks nasty" nodding at the ankle.
Phillipa waved her hand dismissively "It probably looks worse than it is. I twisted it slightly this morning just before coming out."
Lucy still winced and offered "I'm trained in both first aid and sports massage therapy. Come with me to the office and I'll get that looked at. The wrong strapping can do more long-term damage than good." Turning to her assistant she said, "Sam. Would you mind coming and keeping an eye on our next Aquaman while I take a look at a twisted ankle?" Phillipa just sat open-mouthed while all this was arranged, she would have turned down the help if she had been given a choice but it seemed like she wasn't going to be given a choice.
The other member of staff came over and crouched down at the pool saying to Phillipa's son "Well don't you look good at swimming" distracting him enough while Lucy helped Mum to her feet and then held her arm while they limped over to the nearby office.
"I can't thank you enough, you really didn't have to go to so much fuss," said Phillipa as she finally took a seat in the office with an accompanying heavy sigh.
"Nonsense" Lucy waved her hand nonchalantly "We can't have you hobbling around all day; besides I don't get to lay my hands on as much as I used to like doing while I was studying." Lucy knelt at the redhead's feet and took a gentle hold of her ankle saying, "You have beautiful feet."
Judging by the colour her face flushed, the young mum wasn't used to receiving compliments which would play beautifully into Lucy's hands. At least Mum replied, "Why, thank you."