She had to know what she was doing to all the young guys who hung around the municipal pool.

She had a sleek, athletic body. Her simple black swimsuit hugged her gorgeous figure. When she moved, her every step and gesture signaled confidence and poise. In the water, she swam with incredible grace and skill.

Mrs. J was also 45 years old and the mother of Charlie, a high school pal of mine.

She wasn’t the only female at the pool. Plenty of girls and young women went there to show off, same as the males. But they all seemed like clumsy players in a performance dominated by this grande dame of the water.

Oh, did I mention I had the worst crush on her, despite being half her age?

My infatuation went back to my teen years, when Charlie’s mom would host pool parties and dress in even skimpier swimwear. All the boys, and most of the adult men, would furtively drool over her.

Now she was divorced from Charlie’s dad and living in a place without a pool. So she often visited the city’s watering hole where I was working as a lifeguard and in charge of closing up. Every time she came to swim I had to fight down a fierce hard-on so I could concentrate on my job and not look like a total perv.

Sometimes I would distract myself by watching what her presence did to the other guys. As she swam her graceful laps, male heads would turn to follow. Boys would break off conversations with girls to ogle her, which usually earned them an annoyed slap on the arm or at least an affronted harrumph.

I understood her allure. It wasn’t just that Mrs. J was classically beautiful. It was her very maturity that was so beguiling. She exuded this aura that said she knew sensual secrets, things you didn’t learn until you had put some serious years into life. She could give you a casual look that would make your heart pound — or a provocative smile that got your balls humming.

I always suspected she was wholly aware of her effect on the younger males in her vicinity. Perhaps she guessed that I felt privileged to see so much of her or that I had a catalog of images in my head that I would jerk off to shamelessly in my bed at night.

One evening, when closing time was approaching and everyone else had left, she waved me to the edge of the pool. I scampered over, thrilled by the attention.

“Wayne,” she said — she remembered my name! — “can I ask a huge favor? Let me swim alone for half an hour after you close.” She was treading water. She blinked up at me with her smoldering eyes. “Please,” she added, in a huskier voice.

I stammered okay, then went off to shut the doors, trying to hide the hard-on swelling beneath my swim trunks. Everybody else was out. I locked up and shut off the outside lights. When I came back, the lone splashes of her doing laps sounded strange in the cavernous space.

I sat on a bench and watched her. It was so much nicer without the distraction of having to keep watch on the other swimmers. She moved with such an easy gliding motion, never showing any strain. Her leg and arm muscles were slight but solid. I wondered if I would be in half as good physical shape when I was her age.

She came to the end of the long pool and climbed out. The water spilled off her as she pushed back the damp hanks of her hair. I studied the swells of her breasts beneath the black swimsuit, feeling like a drooling teenager all over again.

“Wayne,” she called out. “Would it embarrass you if I got…a little more comfortable?”

Still sitting on the bench, I could only gulp and shrug. Surely she couldn’t mean…

But she did mean it, like something right out of one of my overheated fantasies about her. She peeled off her wet swimwear and dropped it with a plop on the tiles.

I had about three seconds to scrutinize her completely naked and utterly fantastic body before she dove back into the pool. Then I watched, in stunned rapture, as that nude form slipped nimbly through the water.

My cock had tented my trunks, and my damp skin sizzled with desire. I felt my jaw drop open and — damned if I’m lying — a little drool was actually seeping from a corner of my mouth. She was so ravishing and alluring and real.

She swam several laps, then popped up and asked, “Would you like to get comfortable, too, and join me?”

I rose on shivering legs. With trembling hands, I slid off my swim trunks. My cock stood blazingly erect, throbbing with every beat of my heart. As I went to the edge of the pool, she swam over. Her eyes studied me, and I could almost feel the heat of her gaze.

In that husky voice of hers, she told me to sit down on the edge. With my feet in the water, she moved between my legs. Her hands glided over my bare thighs, and the contact nearly made me shoot right then, especially with her face hovering near my straining cock.

“Can I kiss it, Wayne?” she asked.

I nodded jerkily.

She puckered her lips and planted a kiss on my cockhead. Pleasure hit me like a jolt of electricity.

“Can I suck it, Wayne?” Her lovely face was full of mature knowing.

This time I managed to speak, “Yes, Mrs. J!”

“Oh, call me Cassie,” she purred seductively. Then her mouth was closing around my crown, and I felt her tongue working its magic on me. I’d had blowjobs before, but as the tight ring of her lips descended on my shaft, I realized those hummers had been nothing more than amateur attempts, provided by well-meaning but inexperienced mouths.

Mrs. J — Cassie! — sucked my cock right down to my balls in a single, steady swallow, without a hitch of gag reflex or an uncomfortable graze of teeth. Her tongue danced on my staff, stroking every glorious inch. I felt her throat close fearlessly around my cockhead.

She was an incredible sight. I watched her cheeks flatten, felt the luscious suction and trembled as she purred again, sending erotic vibrations all through my body.

She cradled my balls in one hand as she lifted and dropped her mouth. The seal of her lips never broke, and her tongue didn’t tire. She kept up an even rhythm, gently squeezing my nutsac as she sucked.

Suddenly, I realized she was pushing me past my limits. I attempted to cry out a warning, but my words turned into a howl of orgasmic bliss. Every muscle in me went taut, and I started jetting. I made as if to pull away, but Cassie kept her mouth on me. I could see her throat working as she swallowed my relentless jets of cream. The pleasure made my brain spin.

“My cock was so hard I could barely stand it. I ached to empty into her.”

Afterward, she drew me down into the water with her. When she resumed swimming laps, I followed along. The water felt good on my naked body, and being alongside her beautiful bare shape was a special joy.

As we swam, I realized she was giving me a chance to recover. I felt a little bad about shooting off in her mouth before she’d had any kind of chance to get off. But my cock started to swell again in anticipation.

She was aware of my state. When we reached the end of the pool, she led me up onto the tiles. I followed her to one of the padded lounge chairs, my newly hard cock waggling before me. She sat back, spreading her shapely legs. I stared at her pussy like it was the gateway to paradise.

With the pool water still streaming off me, I knelt at the foot of the lounge and put my face between her thighs, looking up to make sure it was okay. She grinned, eyes bright with desire. I’d eaten pussy before, but now I was determined to give her as good an oral sex experience as she’d provided me. I marshaled everything I’d learned about the act and set off to eat her out.

I licked her folds, and she sighed with pleasure. I slipped my tongue inside her cleft, tasting her. The flavor was nectar-like. I delved her deeper, and her strong legs closed around my shoulders. As I wriggled my tongue, she growled with animalistic delight.

When I went after her clitoris, caressing the swelling bud with my tongue, she grabbed hold of my hair and humped her pussy forcefully against my mouth. I figured I was doing something right. I tongued her deeper and harder. She let out a yowl that echoed off the ceiling. Her pussy juice flowed over my tongue, and I swallowed it as eagerly as she had drunk my cream.

When I lifted my head, she pulled me up on top of her and licked my face clean. No woman had ever done that to me before. My being shuddered with lust. I was lying atop her amazing body, and I put my hands on her tits, squeezing. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds.

“Put your cock in me, Wayne!” she cried.

Again, the moment was right out of a fantasy as I slotted my aching cock into her streaming pussy. The clasp of her interior heat was like some crazy erotic miracle.

I slammed myself all the way in. Her arms went around my shoulders, her legs cinching my waist. I plumbed her depths as her eyes sprang wide. Up close now, I saw that hers wasn’t the face of a girl. Her features had character. Her eyes had seen and appreciated so much.

I was pleased to add myself to whatever roll call of lovers she’d had before. I began to stroke into her, this time determined to keep control of my climax. I’d made her come with my mouth, now I wanted to do the same with my cock.

She was fabulously responsive. She showed no inhibitions about the pleasure she was receiving. She moved in perfect time to my thrusts, almost like she had them timed to the microsecond.

I’d been doing a good job of holding my orgasm in check, even though the pleasure was insanely intense. But when she growled in my ear, “I want your hot cream in my cunt!” it was too much. My balls tightened and I was spewing, ecstasy taking me. She was right there with me, crying out as she writhed.
Afterward, we swam together some more. Likewise, it wasn’t the last closing-time visit to the pool for Mrs. J — I mean, Cassie.

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