I still can’t believe my recent encounter with an older woman, whom I first laid eyes on while working as a lifeguard outside Denver. Accepting the job to watch a lot of spoiled brats and overweight parents in bathing suits, I was pleasantly surprised to see Ruth literally come sliding into my life. My first glimpse told me she was special. Even before she was halfway through the gate, the fathers sunbathing around the pool began to turn their heads for a closer look. Walking past me, Ruth flashed a sultry smile, growling an introduction I will never forget. This tipped me off to the possibility of an extra job benefit.

As she set her bag next to a lawnchair, I blew the whistle, chasing all the kids out of the water so the adults could swim. As I watched Ruth pull the mumu over her head, my cock lurched toward the sight at hand. First I saw her creamy smooth legs and thighs without an ounce of cellulite on them, then a thong-type bikini covering her perfectly curved buttocks. Next her rock-hard stomach was revealed and, best of all, her high-riding breasts. Her large nipples pressed through the thin covering of her bikini top, beckoning me to float over to her and taste the honey. My only problem was I couldn’t enter the water, so I had to cover my exploding erection with my towel. Every day from then on I would wait expectantly for Ruth to drop by at the pool.

Living in Colorado, you get used to it raining every day at three, like clockwork. When it rains I generally retire to the small pump room and sleep by the warmth of the pool heater. This time, something startled me awake and to my pleasant surprise it was Ruth standing in the doorway, completely wet from head to toe. Her umbrella did little to keep the rain from soaking her incredible body and pulling her plaid summer dress tight over her thighs and taught-nippled breasts. I knew right away that this was not a social call, as I watched her shaking her umbrella off — or maybe it was her breasts — I’m not exactly sure!

She stepped into the pump room and began to talk to me about signing up for swimming lessons, yet all I heard — or should I say saw! — was the gentle rise and fall of her perfectly rounded breasts as she breathed between words. I was sporting a throbbing hard-on that threatened to explode through my swimming trunks. In mid-sentence Ruth stopped talking and glanced down to my crotch, allowing a wicked smile to creep across her face. “Well,” she said, “I see I’ve put you in a compromising position, getting you all excited when there is no one else around.”

I was speechless and rather embarrassed. Ruth looked down at her rain-soaked dress, sort of shrugged and casually walking up to me, offered me one of her rain-soaked breasts, almost as if that was her intention all along. As I gently pressed my hands against her upturned nipples, a wave of heat rushed through my body that almost made me shoot in my shorts as she pressed her firm body against me. I moved her against the heater so I was standing behind her, letting my hands roam over the slick material of her dress over her hips, exposing the peaches-and-cream skin of her ass.

As she turned her head, I thrust my tongue between her parted lips, practically receiving a blowjob on the tip of my tongue from her plush mouth. Pressing the head of my penis up into the crack of her buttocks, I began slowly grinding in a slow, circular motion that drove her wild, making her feet prance in anticipation. Ruth’s hands roved the outline of my cock. Gradually I slid my swim trunks down around my ankles, unleashing the full glory of my purple-helmeted warrior. I placed my hands ever so lightly on her beautiful ass, kneading it like dough, and Ruth arched her back, spreading her legs, allowing me an unobstructed view of her pussy.

Tracing the inside of her thigh with my fingers, I gently slid one finger into her tight pussy while probing her asshole with another. The shrill squeal of intense pleasure that escaped her rouged lips once again stirred my erection as I inched my finger up her ass crack. Her cries brought my cock to full glory within a matter of seconds, leaving me no choice but to put it to good use. Grabbing my lifeguard bag, I fished around for suntan lotion, then smoothed it liberally up and down my throbbing shaft.

I bent Ruth into a more suitable position for the adventure I was about to pursue. I slid my straining cock up and down her writhing asscheeks, asking her if she was sure she was ready for this.

Ruth looked over her shoulder and meowed, “I want you to make me squeal for dessert.”

I aligned my lubed cock with her rosy anus and slowly pressed forward, applying more and more pressure until the muscle gave way with a shudder and her voice gave way with a scream. I began to ease into her incredibly tight asshole, inching farther and farther in with each thrust. It blew my mind the way she grunted and groaned each time I drove deeper into her forbidden area, gyrating her hips in rhythm to my driving cock. Her rear passage swallowed my cock all the way to the hilt with each powerful thrust. My senses reveled in this incredible pleasure. For some reason Ravel’s “Bolero” was blazing through my head, not only giving me an excellent fuck-rhythm, but keeping me from shooting my load too quickly, which was extremely difficult considering the intense sensations my body was experiencing while listening to Ruth as she shrieked from one orgasm to another. Driving into her ass with one final mind-blowing thrust, I ejected my come into her rear channel, enjoying the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced.

Gradually my cock became flaccid and slid out of Ruth’s gooey sphincter with a reluctant pop. Slowly we began to get our bearings and noticed that the rain had stopped. We both smiled as we realized the rain came like clockwork every day around three.