Donna's tits were mesmerizing, at least to me. Big and soft, I imagined they had to be perfect. I thought I would never know, but all that changed with a simple favor.
I was in my mid twenties when I had started working at a local machine shop. There were about twenty of us in the shop and around six people in the office.
Donna was at least twenty years my senior and worked in the office. She was the one person in the office who I saw regularly, as she used to come to the picnic table outside where people smoked during break time. I didn't smoke, but I generally stepped outside to get some fresh air and feel the sun when it was out. At least that's how it started, but after a while I mostly went out to watch Donna.
I had been working there for a couple of years and had shared only a few words with her. As she would walk back into the building she would say hi, and sometimes ask me how I was doing or how my weekend had been. I made as much small talk as I could muster, but I was never very smooth. I wanted to say more and to find a way to get to know her better, but I never managed more than a few words in response to whatever had been asked of me.
I hadn't necessarily been attracted to mature women, but she had a striking beauty that was only matched by her sexy body. Besides her gorgeous tits she had a nice round ass, curvy in all the right places. Her soft brown hair framed her beautiful face and dark eyes perfectly. And she had a smile that made me happy every time I saw it.
She seemed friendly towards me, but she seemed friendly to everyone. I had no reason to believe her greetings to me were anything other than that; a nice person being friendly.
One day she stopped next to me while she was walking inside. She looked straight ahead past me and seemed to be gathering her thoughts. Finally she looked down at me and asked me a question.
"Do you know anything about swimming pools?"
"Not especially, but what's up?" I replied.
She explained to me that she needed some work done on her pool and that her pool man had quoted a large price to get it fixed. She had heard that I had helped someone at work with a plumbing problem they were having, and wondered if I could help her. She told me she loved swimming and that not having use of her pool was making her more than a little sad.
I said I could try, and asked her when she wanted me to stop by. She said I couldn't get there soon enough, and practically begged me to come over after work.
I agreed, and the rest of the day I let my imagination run wild. I fantasized that she would throw herself at me and that she would ravish me like I had never felt before.
When it was time to leave I followed her home. Her house was in a nice neighborhood and was nicely decorated. She lead me through the house and to the back yard and explained to me the problems.
It seemed the filter was not working properly and was leaking. The pump seemed to be making some noise and that had her worried. I checked the filter and found some cracks in the housing, and decided that that was a good place to start.
She drove me to the local pool supply house and we bought some parts we needed. The manager there also told me some things to check on the pump and gave me advice on how to quiet it down.
When we returned I went out back by myself and went to work. Donna stayed inside, and I worked through the problems fairly easily. I had gotten everything back together in just about an hour. About the time I was gathering my tools up Donna appeared and asked my how it was going. I told her to turn everything on and we would see.
When she had everything going she listened for a few seconds, then started to smile. She looked at me and said "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She was thrilled and it was obvious.
I didn't think it was that big of a deal, but I smiled at having made her so happy. She told me she had been making supper and demanded that I eat with her. I told her I was too sweaty and dirty to eat with her but she said she didn't care. She told me if it really bothered me to jump in the pool to cool off and clean up. She offered some trunks that were around and told me to jump in.
I changed in the pool house and got in the cool, clear water. It felt good and I started to think about what I was doing there and what I wanted to do.
Donna started bringing out some glasses and set them on the table on the patio. She said supper was ready and told me to dry off. When she had everything on the table I was sitting there anxious to see what would become of this evening.
While we were eating we a had light, friendly chat about things at work and people there. We talked about the great summer we were having and how much she used her pool. When we finished we carried the dishes inside, and she looked me and asked me if I wanted to stay a little longer. She said she was going to change and be right out to go swimming.
I said, "Sure" and went outside. Soon she came out in a black one piece suit that separated and lifted her big jugs, making them stand out and grabbing my attention. She had two plastic tumblers with lids and straws. She sat one at the edge of the pool for me and sat down with the other on a lounge chair and smoked a cigarette. I took a drink and found a frozen pina colada that tasted perfect.
As I moved across the pool slowly I kept my eyes fixed on her. I couldn't pull them away from her sexy figure.
After she finished her cigarette she entered the water and had a look of satisfaction on her face as she walked in, feeling the cool water on her skin. She started what seemed like a routine, swimming up and down the length of the pool and then doing what looked like specific exercises. She gave me no attention while I mostly stood to one side and watched her.
After about thirty minutes she walked out of the pool, grabbed her drink, and sat at the edge of the pool, her feet and lower legs in the water. She put her palms down on the concrete behind her and leaned back with her head looking up towards the sky, her eyes closed.
