The Pool Guy

The heat is oppressive today. I can’t remember the last time it was this hot. Lucky for you, you’re the proud owner of a luxurious saltwater pool. Overlooking the valley of trees and greenery below your home. It is truly a remarkable sight, and a remarkable pool. As a pool cleaner, I can appreciate its premium quality.

You are one of my favourite clients, in fact. Every Saturday I make my way up the hill, on my bike, to clean your pool. And every time the scene is exactly the same: you float around on an inflatable mattress, with a cool cocktail or a glass of crisp white wine in your hand. You are extremely well-off. Filthy, filthy rich, but quite friendly for a person of wealth. And much older than me. But that doesn't keep me from being attracted to you. I watch you float aimlessly in the water as I set about my care for your pool. You are lazily satisfied. Content just being…you. I hear your lap dog come yapping up to the pool.

“Popcorn.”

....you call out. But the dog was just passing through. Your eyes are concealed behind dark sunglasses. Droplets of water stick to the soft curves of your body. Your bikini is just barely concealing the swell of your flawless hips, and your round, sumptuous breasts. Your long fingers frame your cold beverage with immense class. You are absolutely smoking hot. I’m completely dazed with lust.

“Am I distracting you from work?”

You suddenly break my haze, and I drop the pool net in surprise. I didn’t realize my limbs had stopped moving. I can only say…nothing, but my back clamps up straight. I had no idea you were watching me…watch you. You beckon me over to you with your well-dressed finger. I shyly obey your command. Then you lift your sunglasses up to talk to me with your bare eyes. I stand a foot away from the edge of the pool. I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I place them behind my back.

“I asked you a question,”

You remind me.

“Oh...right. What was the question? Ah, yes. I'm...afraid you were distracting me.”

I confess.

“Be more specific.”

You insist.

“What exactly about me is so distracting?”

My mouth is not moving terribly well, it’s incredibly dry. Are you challenging me? Flirting with me? I say nothing…but my cock is growing thicker and harder with every second that you look at me. My response is obvious.

“Are your other clients not usually present while you clean their pool?”

You push.

I shake my head 'no.'

“So…am I getting in your way? Am I impeding your work? What is it?”

I sputter for words, but I can’t make myself speak.

“Is it this new bikini? A bit too bold, perhaps? The color...it’s very…decadent, I’d say.”

“What?”

“But it does really accentuate my curves quite well. Don’t you agree? ”

“It’s very…”

“Go on, you can tell me what you think. ”

Your floating mattress is just a couple of inches away from the edge of the pool, and I stare down at your magnificent body, unable to hide my desire. You’re definitely the hottest woman I’ve ever worked for. I’m not very good at concealing the evidence that I find you attractive. And you are well aware of how I’m feeling right now. You’re challenging me to admit it out loud. It’s time to take your bait and see what you are playing at here…I suck in a shaky breath. And I feel my cock inflate.

“It was…your…breasts that were distracting me.”

I finally admit, in a splutter.

“It’s difficult to work when such attractive…sights are around. Hard to… ”

“Hard...?”

Oh no. What am I saying?

“Hard to…what?”

You laugh quietly beneath your breath. Oh god, the outline of my cock is completely visible beneath my shorts now.

“Are you always this unprofessional with all of your clients?”

You ask me.

“You know, I have a good mind to…”

Oh no. You are going to fire me now. My heart sinks and my erection deflates. I’m not sure what the game is now. I can’t tell if you’re joking or not. Your face is completely blank. You sit up in your floatie and look at me intensely. Okay, here it comes. I’m fired. I hold my breath. Your eyes trail up and down me a few times before you speak again...

“I’ll tolerate it just this once,”

You tell me. You lay back in your float and slide your sunglasses back on.

“But you’ll need to do something for me.”

You half-smile. A favour? My mind whirs with possibilities.

“Anything!”

I hurriedly agree. You look completely uninterested in me as you take a sip from your drink.

“Go and get me some ice cream from the freezer,”

You instruct me.

I don’t think twice before making my way inside the house to get the ice cream. It’s a strange request but I guess it’s a good sign that you’re not actually upset with me for mentioning your breasts. My hands are trembling as I open up the freezer in your magnificent kitchen. I grab the box of ice cream sitting on the shelf and take a spoon from the drawer. I make my way back to the pool and kneel down near the edge to hand you the carton and spoon.

“What are you doing? What am I supposed to do with this? ”

What? Did I somehow mess up this simple task?

“You should have served it to me in a bowl!”

“S...sorry. I...I'll fix it,”

I attempt to say.

As I'm about to leave to retrieve a bowl from the kitchen, you take the spoon from my hands, and ease it into the creamy treat. Your other hand steadies the tub while I'm still supporting it from the bottom.

“I shall have to serve myself, shall I?”

You lift the spoon to your lips, and give the ice cream a little flick of your tongue.

“Mmmm...”

...you moan, tilting your head back against the inflatable pillow.

“That’s perfect on a day like this.”

I stand at the edge of the pool, a little awkwardly, still holding the tub, unsure what you want me to do next. You lick the spoon with a long sensual stroke of your tongue. Desire shoots up inside of me with a warm rush. I watch you slowly devour the cool dessert. As you lean forward and reach in to get another scoop, a splash of ice cream lands on your bare thigh.

“Oops...”

...you say, looking straight up into my eyes from behind the glasses.

“Get that for me. Won’t you?”

Your request has my whole body seizing with anticipation. I stare down at the sticky white stain dripping down your upper thigh. I know now that you are indeed playing with me. You weren’t ever going to fire me. You just like to see me squirm.

“Don’t be shy.”

You encourage me forward with a small wave. I slowly lower myself into the pool. I swim towards you and rest my hands on the edge of the floatie.

“I want you to clean up this mess for me.”

...you demand. I stand awkwardly in the water, unsure of how exactly you want me to do that.

“With your mouth,”

You say casually.

I stare deep into your eyes for a few long moments. And then I slowly lower my head towards your thigh. My cock is about to burst. I keep my eyes on yours as I drag my tongue across your warm, sticky skin. God, the cold chill of the ice cream combined with your soft thigh is heavenly. I search your eyes for approval.

“Very good,”

...you moan softly.

“And now…I want you to untie my bikini top. ”

Your words linger in my head for a second. Is this really happening? I slowly swim around to the back of the floatie. I can’t believe you just asked me to remove your top. My hands tremble as I untie the knot keeping your bikini from falling away. Your breasts tumble out and sit comfortably in the golden sunlight. I stare in wonder at your nipples, at the mounds of sensitive flesh.

“Lick them,”

...you command me.

I swim back around to the side of the floatie. I slowly lower my mouth down and suck gently on your nipple.

I can tell your nipples are sensitive because your toes are curling upwards and your body stiffens slightly. You place your hands around my neck and moan softly into my ear.

“Good boy,”

...you praise me.

I haven’t been called that before, but it turns me on so much! I love how confident you are. I love how you command me. I will happily do your bidding. There’s a sharp bolt of desire running through me every few moments. Begging for more.

“Use your hands,”

...you groan into my ear.

I use my free hand to rub your other breast with gentle dexterity. And drag the pad of my thumb across your sensitive nipples.

My cock is huge and throbbing now beneath the surface of the water.

“Mhhh…so good,”

...you murmur.

“Now, place your tongue between my legs. And don’t you dare stop until I’ve cum into your mouth ”

Yes, this is really happening. I’m about to suck the pussy of the wealthy older woman whose pool I clean. I fight off the urge to cum right here and now, and I gain some composure. Carefully, I arrange myself at the end of the floatie, drag your bathing suit bottoms over your ankles, toss them into the water...and push your legs apart. Wow. You’re completely bare now.

I lower my head and slowly part the lips to your warm, juicy pussy with my tongue. Mmm, you taste so good…rich. Like a bitter dessert. I drag my tongue up and down across your clit with slow little strokes. A shudder travels through your body. From your head to your toes.

You whimper needily and I push my tongue further inside of you. Your hands grip tightly around my shoulders. Squeezing me and drawing me impossibly close to you.

“More...”

You command me.

“Give me more...”

I tease your clit which is swollen with desire. I pet it softly with my tongue, drawing small circles around it. You suck in a shuddering breath, and your hips buck up against my mouth. I shift my tongue downward until I find that tight little hole that I’ve longed to penetrate. Your inner walls clench tightly around my tongue.

“Fuck, that's good,”

...you complement me.

I pump my neck forward and back. Fucking you with long sensual pulses of my mouth and tongue. You sit up in the floatie and your lips hover somewhere above my ear. You mumble out a few words I can hardly understand.

“Oh god. Yes! Yes, baby. Right there... ”

I want you just as badly as you want me.

Your clitoris suddenly shudders against my tongue. You nearly go limp in the water. You’re holding onto me for dear life as your knees buckle. I keep my attention on your clit. Watching you melt into a moaning, writhing mess of limbs.

“Oh god, baby, I’m going to cum,”

...you warn me.

I lick you even faster now. My tongue is cramping, but I have to see your face when you completely succumb to pleasure.

“Please, baby, I’m going to cum, I’m..I’m cumming! I’m cumming! ”

Tremors suddenly wrack your entire body and you lean into me. Your hands tangled in my hair. Your thighs tight against my shoulders...I feel a warm spurt of liquid leak out of your pussy and into my mouth.

Slowly, you lift your head and glance up at me.

“Good boy. Now,”

You sigh...

“...get back to work.”