Chapter 3: One Week Later
**Note to the reader: This is the third and latest installment of the 'Karen & The Pool Boy,' series (it is strongly suggested that you read the other two stories first). I don't know if the story of these two characters will continue but as always, feedback is craved and truly adored. Lastly, I would like to dedicate this piece of writing to Michael who is my love, my muse, and my own personal version of Jared.**
It was Wednesday and Karen was having a bath. She used her big toe to ease the hot water faucet off, leaning back into the warm water as her eyes slipped shut. Outside, the weather was too hot and too muggy, the air too still - just another lazy afternoon in a seemingly endless summer. But upstairs, in the marbled-floored master bathroom of her spacious home, Karen was oblivious to it all. Her glossy black locks, piled atop her head, were the lone dark spot in a sea of frothy white bubbles, the bronzed flesh of her slender shoulders and her ripe breasts peeking through now and again where the bubbles slid away from her water-slicked skin. She had already put on a CD that fit her mellow mood and she could hear the strains of sexy, African-infused blues music floating towards her from the stereo in the master bedroom. A bottle of her favorite chardonnay sat chilled in an ice bucket beside the antique claw foot porcelain bathtub and a half-empty wineglass dangled lazily one from the fingers of one hand as she hummed to herself. She brought the glass to her lips for a sip, the wine tasting crisp and dry on her tongue, and in that moment Karen felt utterly content. She had always adored bubble baths. They made her feel luxuriant and pampered, like a queen, and she was usually quite adamant about bathing alone. But today just might be an exception.
Karen didn't know the exact time, but she knew Jared would be arriving soon. Just the memory of him, the recollection of his wide expressive blue eyes, his hard sinewy young body... it caused a ripple of arousal to snake its way down her spine right into her loins. Below the surface of the bathwater, she could feel her pussy clench in delicious expectation and she shifted her hips, the hand not holding her wineglass slowly trailing across her lower belly beneath the warm water. Mmm, Jared. She allowed herself to indulge in a slow replay of their last meeting - the way his hips arched up when she eased herself onto his cock, his mouth capturing her nipple to suckle like a baby at that swollen flesh. The memories caused goosebumps to crop up all along her thighs and she wondered idly if he would show up on time.
It was a week since their tryst and though she had seen Jared several times since then, Karen always played it just as cool as she had before anything happened between them. She ran into him and his mother at the grocery store on Friday, when she was out picking up a few things for Phil's dinner party. While making idle chit chat with Mrs. Hall, Karen had caught Jared watching her with an intensity that made her thighs quiver. On Sunday, she had seen him mowing his lawn when she was out on her way to the country club, clad in one of her incredibly short tennis skirts and a cotton polo shirt. Jared had nearly run the mower into his mother's prized gardenias and when she waggled her fingers at him in a friendly wave, she could see him reach down and adjust himself in his shorts. It gave her a delicious thrill, an exhilarating sense of power to tease him in this way and yet, as good as the anticipation was, Karen's own desires were beginning to mount. He had been such a sweet, virginal piece of ass and she was as turned on by his horny, eager innocence as she was by his perfect body. She leaned her head back against the edge of the porcelain tub, letting her hand glide up from her belly over to her left breast, and gave it a gentle squeeze, her thumb grazing across her nipple. That keening sense of desire was growing, like a low hum that was steadily growing louder, and her pussy clenched once more, accompanied by a surge of wetness.
Then, she heard it. It was a sound outside of herself, a sound she detected below the mellow music that drifted from the CD player. It was a repeated thudding noise, the sound of weight on the staircase, and she kept her eyes trained on the entrance to the bathroom until he appeared in the doorway, his face flushed, his eyes looking even more blue than she remembered. She smiled slowly at him in greeting. "Hello, Jared."
For a few long moments, he just stared at her. Karen did not prompt him to speak. She took the time to admire him with her eyes - he wore a white t-shirt, with a pair of shorts very similar to those he had worn the week before, and she could already see his cock straining against the fabric, his broad chest rising and falling with his quickened pulse. "Hi, Mrs. McMillan," He blushed, then added as an afterthought. "Um, how are you?"
"I am just fine. Thank you for asking." Her smile widened and became slightly mischievous. She felt very much like the cat that ate the canary but in this case, the canary was standing right in front of her like a teenage Adonis. He held a piece of paper in one hand. She recognized it as the note she had taped to the sliding glass door, the note that given him instructions to come upstairs to the bathroom and meet her. "I see you found my note."
He glanced down at it, then nodded. "Yeah..." He cleared his throat, the paper clenched in one hand before he release it, letting it drift down to the bathroom floor. His eyes devoured her and yet he seemed too nervous or too uncertain to move. Karen let him squirm a little while longer, the silence stretching on between them before she reached up with her free hand, the one not holding the wine glass, and crooked her finger at him. "Come here."
He seemed eager to obey, just as before. When he was about two steps away from the tub, she held her hand up to stop him and he halted, tongue pressing forward to wet his lips again. Karen kept her voice even and pleasant when she spoke. "I want you to take off your clothes, Jared. Now."
She had emphasized that last word just slightly, but there was no need. Jared's large hands had already moved to the bottom of his cotton tee, pulling it over his head. That made her smile, murmuring her approval to him.
"So obedient, Jared. Very good." She brought the glass of wine to her lips again as she watched him, broad chest bared, belly flat and rippling with muscle beneath the taut, bronzed skin. Next came the shorts, which soon joined the shirt in a heap on the cool marble tile. He hesitated only a moment with the blue boxer briefs, the same color as his eyes, but one wordless look from Karen and he hooked his thumbs into the elastic band and slid them down his strong, slender hips. This was the part she delighted in the most, watching when his thick, swollen cock bobbed free of its cotton confines, the head already deeply flushed with color and drooling precum. The veins pulsed, throbbed in time to the beating of his heart, and his heavy balls hung just beneath the thick root of his member. She remembered exactly how he tasted, the salty tang of his sweet precum, and it was a shuddered sigh from Jared that finally drew Karen's attention away from his magnificent cock. Slowly her eyes traveling up the length of his naked body to meet his, taking in all the scenery along the way. His blue-eyed gaze was riveted to hers, his expression hungry, aroused and apprehensive all at once.
