Mrs. Peters: Suntan Fun
Once I had graduated university, I started working on oilrigs almost immediately. The job was really well paid for the time, I was earning four to five times as much as my friends, but it did have its drawbacks. The biggest of these was I was usually away for six to eight weeks at a time while we drilled a well, then home for three to four weeks while the rig was moved. I liked this sort of mix, but sometimes my time at home didn't fit in with when my friends were around, so it could be a bit of a drag. I was sort of seeing a girl, Melanie, but we weren't exclusive as it was asking a bit much for her to stay single when I was away!
As a result, I sometimes indulged my addiction for older women when I came home, since I would be free during the times these women's husbands would be at work! I know, I sound like a right sod of a boy, but these women always seemed to love the attention I'd give them, plus they knew I would want nothing more from them than they wanted to give me.
One late summer, I was home for a longer time than usual, nearly 6 weeks. Initially it was a great break as my friends were back from university or were taking days off work to enjoy the end of summer. We were lucky in that one of my friends, Colin Peters, had a swimming pool in their back garden and we would spend almost all day hanging around enjoying the sun, pool and music from Colin's bedroom stereo!
Around the end of August things became a bit boring again as they all drifted back to work or prepared to go back to university. I did spend a few days away with Melanie; she loved me treating her to holidays and expensive gifts so that I usually had plenty of sex out of the deal! Once we'd come home she was off to university again and I was left to my own devices for two weeks before going back to the rigs.
One afternoon I was walking through the village, on my way to the local hotel to see if anyone was around and maybe have a pint and a game of pool. As I walked past the small café in the centre of the main street, I heard a voice call out from one of the tables outside.
"Hi John! I thought you'd gone back to France!"
I turned around and saw Jill Peters, Colin's mother, and one of her friends sitting having coffee in the sun. She smiled at me and waved so I strolled back and said hello.
"No, another two weeks at least, maybe three." I said, "Can't wait now, everyone's gone back or is in work so there's not much to do during the week."
"Yes, it's very quiet around the pool without the herd of you there!" she laughed, "You're always welcome to use the pool if you get really bored."
"I may take you up on that! I may pop up tomorrow, if that's OK with you." I asked.
"Any time you want. I'll be going home shortly so if you are at a loose end today, pop up later. It will be nice to have company and you can stay for dinner, I am sure Tom will appreciate it." She went on. Tom was Mrs. Peters' husband and a bit of a rugby and golf fanatic so liked having someone to talk sport with.
"OK, I'll see you about 4pm, I'll just go home and pick up my trunks and towel!" I responded and then turned around to go back home. Using the pool again would break up the monotony if nothing else, plus I could do some lengths and catch some sun before going back to work.
I strolled up to Mrs. Peters' house at 4pm and walked through to the pool like we normally did. I did call out and sure enough, Mrs. Peters' replied from in the house. I went to the back door and walked in to see Mrs. Peters stood in the kitchen, wearing a bikini and an almost see-through wrap. She had her back to me so I just said I'd go and change in the bathroom, again as we always did, and she just nodded and carried on doing whatever it was she was doing.
I honestly didn't think anything of it at that point, Jill often joined us by the pool to sunbathe so it was normal to see her in a swimming costume. I went upstairs and changed into my trunks, leaving my clothes on the clothes basket, then went back downstairs. I walked back through the kitchen and was about to go outside when Mrs. Peters piped up.
"Do you want a drink to take out? It's quite hot out there now." she said.
I turned around to answer and then, for the first time really, I noticed how attractive Mrs. Peters was and that she had a great body, especially given she'd had three children and was the other side of 55. I felt my cock begin to stir and was glad that I had my towel in my hand to keep the disturbance hidden from Jill, who stood there smiling holding out a glass of orange squash.
"Thank you, Mrs. P, that's really nice of you." I stammered, feeling a blush start as for once I was embarrassed about having sexual thoughts about this woman. I grabbed the glass and walked quickly out to the pool, by now hiding a full-blown erection behind my towel. As soon as I had put the glass down, I threw the towel over one of the loungers and dove into the pool. The cool water had the expected impact and my erection died down pretty quickly!
I decided to do some laps in the pool, just to keep my mind occupied. I didn't want to be sporting erections around the place once Mr. Peters came home, that could cause some awkward moments to be sure. I spent the next 20mins swimming and tuned my mind out so well, I didn't notice Mrs. Peters come up to the poolside. I stopped for a breather with my back to the patio and was a little startled when I heard Jill's voice.
"You've done a lot of lengths there, John, you must be exhausted!"
I turned around and immediately lost all the benefit of the swimming as there was Mrs. Peters, led on a sun lounger, topless and slowly rubbing suntan oil into her legs. My cock hardened almost immediately and I just stood there, completely at a loss as to what to do. Mrs. Peters had never sunbathed topless so I didn't know what to say or do, so I just swam over towards her, almost in a trance looking at her large breasts.
"Come on now, John, I am sure you have seen women topless before!" she chuckled, obviously noticing my nervousness.
"Sure I have Mrs. P, just not you!" I replied.
"Don't worry, they won't bite you! Are you getting out?" she asked, "I brought you some cold squash, just in case you wanted some."
I didn't know what to do as if I got out, my erection would be obvious since my trunks were so tight anyway, and if I stayed in the water, Mrs. Peters would suspect something! Looking back, I am certain she'd planned everything because she kept me off-guard and led everything we did.
"Come on, get out, I need you to put oil on my back." she stated, and turned away from me a little.
