I had been working at the shore club for six months when I first spotted Miss Marilyn.

The tips from our wealthy clientele were funding my “escape Mom’s house” plan; my own place was the goal.

She was older — pushing fifty, maybe? — but her arms and tits didn’t show her age. Her tennis lessons, along with countless afternoons poolside sipping peach mimosas, contributed to a banging body that resembled a woman at least ten years younger. I always knew when she was there because of her toes. They were always painted a tangerine color.

Her long legs were usually situated in an inviting way, crossed and shimmery, like some high — fashion magazine cover. Those stems led up to a sweet spot that I desperately wanted to get lost in.

I had always liked older women; snippets of silver — streaked maidens lay tucked away under my bed next to a tub of lube. On an otherwise ordinary day with ordinary sunshine and ordinary sunbathers, she, in all her dangerous glory, caught my eye.

Steadying my tray, I approached her and asked if she needed a refill. Her mouth was moving but I didn’t hear anything. My eyes were fixated on her bounty that shone in the sun — baby oil perhaps? Her lips were painted pale coral, her eyes hidden behind giant Versace frames and a white floppy hat. Damn, she was sexy.

“Did you get that?” she asked. “I want a glass of cucumber water, too. Never mind. Tell me where it is and I’ll grab it. I need to get out of the sun for a minute. It’s hot today.”

“Sure thing, ma’am, right this way.” Leading her through the manicured landscaping, I took her to the refill station, beside the pool utility closet. Next thing I know, Miss Marilyn was pressing herself against me and it wasn’t by accident. In fact, she didn’t even try to hide it.

“You know, Derek, it’s been a long time since I’ve had some stamina in my life.”

I looked at her, confused but curious.

“Stamina?”

Running one lonely index finger down my chest, she said, “I’m sure twenty two year old boys are full of energy. Sometimes these long summer days leave a girl feeling, well, a bit bothered.”

My tray fell as she crashed into my mouth, kissing me hungrily as we stumbled into the utility closet.

This was it! Steadying me against the closet wall, Miss Marilyn trailed her tongue down my abs, stopping to wrap her arms around my waist. “You’re in the gym a lot, I see.”

Smiling with trepidation and excitement, I sputtered, “Yeah, a little bit.”

I began grabbing at her tits and they popped right out of her bathing suit.

Grabbing my shirt, she lifted it over my head. I nervously knocked over some pool equipment, but my dick was ready to go. Unbuttoning my pants, she swirled her tongue around my swollen head. She licked her way up and down both sides, all the while keeping her eyes locked on mine. A devious grin flashed across her face as she took my entire cock into her mouth. 

I stood there covered in spilled cucumber water and strewn pool equipment, feeling like I was going to make an even bigger mess if she kept deep — throating me.

Miss Marilyn took a second to catch her breath and looked up at me.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Uh, yeah.”

I wondered if all older women were this aggressive. I began grabbing at her tits and they popped right out of her bathing suit. I pulled her up and drew circles on them with my tongue, sucking those brown, hard nipples.

I threw her down onto a forgotten foam floating something or other — my cock was so hard I felt like I was going to blow. I entered her missionary and started drilling her, holding those long legs in the air in a V.

I spun her around and she pleaded for more.

“Put it in my ass,” she commanded as she got on all fours.

I had never done anal before, but today was the day. Using my finger, I took some of her juice and rubbed it around her asshole, and then, with her gentle guidance, slid my dick into her ass.

Oh. This was a different — warm, but so much tighter. I started hitting her as hard as I could, her bare breasts hanging low. And that sound — a clapping — began to fill the utility closet.

She wailed loudly. I didn’t want my supervisor busting me, so I muffled her moans with my hand. And then a rush. I came so hard, I filled her ass up with my load and then some. Wow.

Later, I served my guests like nothing happened. A glowing Miss Marilyn trotted off to her tennis lesson, but before she left, she just had one last request. Extending her hand, she handed me an empty glass.

“Derek, do me a favor. Just call me Marilyn. And doll, can you bring me another one of those mimosas? It’s terribly hot outside today.”

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