To put it simply, Karen McMillan was bored. She was bored of the endless rounds of drab social engagements with her corporate big-shot of a husband, bored of the obligatory ski trips to overpriced resorts, bored of the late afternoon lunches at the country club with all the other equally bored, equally rich wives. Karen had even become bored of running up her husband's credit cards and driving around in the brand new Italian sports car he had purchased her for her thirty-eighth birthday. She was bored with all of it.
Lying poolside one hazy summer afternoon, with a sullen expression on her lovely face, Karen wondered again why she felt such apathy toward the life she led. After all, she hadn't always felt this way. In fact eighteen years ago, when she first married Phil, Karen had been in heaven. Well-bred and destined to become president of his father's multi-million dollar company, Phil was a real catch and Karen knew it. He, in turn, had been enchanted with her. And why not? Karen was neither dumb nor falsely modest and she knew that her assets were more than enough to attract a man like Phillip McMillan.
Physically she was stunning, blessed with features that any woman would envy: perfect porcelain skin that tanned easily in the summer sun, luxuriant locks of thick black hair that cascaded down her shoulders almost to her waist, wide almond-shaped hazel eyes framed with sooty black lashes, and a lush mouth that most often curved into a welcoming smile. As lovely as her face was, Karen also had a body that was beyond compare: petite and curvy, her breasts were generous and her waist was narrow yet her hips flared out to provide her with the always-coveted hourglass shape. She looked sensational in just a pair of jeans and she looked even better in nothing at all. To top it all off, her intelligence and charm drew people to her like bees to honey.
Karen knew what she had going for her and when she met Phil, she used every single bit of it to land him. After only a three-week courtship, they wed over the objections of almost everyone in his entire family but Phil didn't care. He adored Karen and Karen adored the attention, not to mention the money. After all it wasn't every day that a girl from a trailer park in Hodunk, Indiana married into pure blue blood. But as the years wore on, her infatuation with the houses, the jewels, the clothes and the extravagant trips began to wane. Phil had been so exciting when they first met because she had only been twenty years old at the time and she had known virtually nothing of men. He had seemed worldly and debonair and the fact that he was eleven years her senior had made him seem utterly fascinating.
Now with marital bliss far behind them, Karen could see him for what he was - a stuffy uptight workaholic who, at forty-nine, was starting to lose his mojo just when she was reaching her sexual peak. The other bone of contention between them was children. Karen had no interest in ruining her figure and popping out a rug rat just to provide Phil with an heir to his fortune. They fought about it many times, especially in the past few years, and Karen staunchly refused to be swayed. She toyed with the idea of leaving him but the pre-nup they had signed was airtight and though she was unhappy, she wasn't stupid; there was no way she was going to give up life in the lap of luxury and go back to nothing, not even if she died of boredom. But how could she go on like this?
Karen pouted and trailed her big toe in the crystal clear turquoise water of the swimming pool, her leg dangling off the edge of the chaiselounge. She was clad in a white string bikini that showcased off her lush figure and her dark, glossy locks were left loose around her shoulders. She still had her knockout looks thanks to good genes, careful dieting, and her gym membership. Not a day went by that appreciative stares weren't sent her way and she knew that could easily have had an affair. But the men she saw on a regular basis were either married to her so-called friends or even worse, they were just as boring and stuffy as Phil. As for strangers on the street who liked to leer at her, that didn't appeal to her either. Strange as it might have sounded, Karen was picky in her own way. She was looking for something special, her very own brand of excitement. And as usual, she wasn't willing to settle for just anything.
Just then, the back gate swung open and interrupted her reverie. Caught off guard, Karen sat up, pulling her sheer silk chemise on over the bikini. A moment later the familiar form of Jared the pool boy could be seen loping into the back yard, toting his pool cleaning equipment from his pickup truck. Karen relaxed slightly and reclined again. She'd been so caught up in her pouting and daydreaming that she'd forgotten it was three o'clock and that was Wednesday, which meant that it was time for Jared to show up and perform his regular duties. She smiled at him and waved as he approached. "Hello there, Jared. I'll be out of your way in just a moment."
He seemed to have trouble finding his tongue and in that moment, Karen had a chance to look at him - really look at him - for the first time in what was probably years. Jared Hall lived two doors down and been the McMillan's pool boy since he was fourteen years old. The industrious boy had come over looking for a way to earn money and Phil, impressed with his work ethic at such a young age, had promptly offered him a job. Karen always considered Jared a cute kid, especially since he was so well mannered and did such a nice job on the pool. But he'd been hired over four years ago and now, Karen could see, he was no longer a "kid" by anyone's standards.
On this particular afternoon, he wore only a pair of board shorts, the low-slung swim trunks popular with all high school boys, which made it that much easier for her to assess him with her eyes. He stood at least six feet tall in his flip-flop sandals, his body lanky yet lean with muscle after participating in after-school sports for the last few years. His chest was broad with well-defined pectoral muscles and each of them was capped with a flat, brown nipple. His skin was tanned a golden bronze, no doubt from spending the summer cleaning other pools in the neighborhood. He had short blond hair the color of corn silk and a boyish yet handsome face, complete with a strong nose and a sensual mouth. In fact it was his mouth Karen was watching when he finally formed the words to greet her.
"Um, hel-hello Mrs. McMillan," he sounded like he had suddenly developed a speech impediment and Karen couldn't help smiling. She could deduce exactly what had distracted him - his big blue eyes were drawn like magnets to the cleavage spilling out of her bikini top. Karen's smile widened and became almost coy but her mind was working at a million miles a minute. Could it be that the solution to her little problem was standing right in front of her? She leaned her arm on chaise lounge and let the chemise slide carelessly off of one shoulder, exposing more of her creamy skin to his view. Jared shifted his weight and swallowed visibly.
"It's so lovely to see you, Jared. You're looking well these days," Her voice was friendly, but with a soft, inviting undertone. Jared swallowed again and flashed her a sheepish smile. "Um, thanks Mrs. McMillan," His voice didn't exactly break but it still had that quality of being not quite fully developed.
"You're welcome, hon. You know, I've never had the opportunity to compliment you on what a lovely job you do out here on the pool," She stretched one shapely leg forward, knees parting ever so slightly to allow him a fleeting glance of smooth, taut inner thigh. He was holding a long net in one hand, used for fishing leaves and other debris from the pool, and with her movement he dropped it abruptly, almost jumping out of his skin when it made a loud clattering sound against the cement deck.
"Oops! Uh, sorry..." He went bright pink under his tan and when he bent to retrieve the net, Karen let her gaze travel over his body again. To her delight, she found that she could detect his level of arousal by the definite lump she glimpsed in the front of his board shorts. An unexpected tingle of warmth trickled its way down her spine and centered directly between her thighs. In that moment, she made a decision.
"Don't worry about it, Jared." Karen's voice was airy as she slowly rose from the lounge chair, stretching her arms overhead and feigning a yawn. It simply gave her the opportunity to let him gaze unhindered at the soft feminine curves of her body: lush breasts, slender waist, full womanly hips and shapely legs all wrapped up into one very alluring package. Naturally he took the bait; out of the corner of her eye she could see him watching her with rapt intensity and she felt another ripple of delight - one that bordered on arousal - when his hand came forward to adjust the crotch of his shorts. She waltzed towards the sliding glass door with a deliberately sensual sway of her hips, turning just as she reached it to cast a warm smile back at him where he stood at the side of the pool.
