Over the summer before I graduated from college, I had a few different casual gigs that allowed me to coordinate work with my demanding schedule of classes. I delivered pizza, did landscaping and worked off the books for a local pool company that served residential and commercial customers. Given that our area had relatively nice weather year-round, most of the affluent residents had outdoor pools and jacuzzis, so the demand for service was constant.

One Saturday morning, I went on a house call in a beautiful gated community. It was a neighborhood that was new to me. As I turned off the main road, I approached a palatial mid-century home at the end of a cul-de-sac. It was the kind of house worthy of a movie set. I parked my truck near the driveway and unloaded my cleaning equipment. A stone path lined with lush landscaping curved around the side of the house, leading to a patio and pool area. On cleaning day, gates are generally left unlocked in anticipation of our arrival, so I easily opened theirs, propped it open and brought in the equipment. I didn’t expect to find anyone home — in my experience, the people who lived in these sorts of houses often remained pointedly invisible. Many were also vacant vacation spots with their owners staying elsewhere.

To my astonishment, this home was occupied — by an attractive older woman who was sunbathing topless in a tiny black string bikini. This brunette goddess had full breasts with beautiful dark pink nipples. She lowered her sunglasses and looked right at me, her striking eyes sizing me up.

I was so startled that I almost tripped on the pool skimmer. I stammered, “H-hello, I’m so sorry… they told me to come this morning.”

Without missing a beat, she smiled at my flustered state. She gestured to the pool and said, “Don’t mind me. You go ahead and do your thing.”

“OK. Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

I did my best not to stare at her as I walked past. Still, I felt her eyes roving over my body. In that moment, I was grateful for my baggy cargo shorts, which concealed the erection which had formed at the sight of her middle-aged but still gorgeous body.

“Ma’am! I sound so old when you call me that.”

“I-I didn’t mean to imply,” I stuttered. “I mean, you don’t look — ”

“I’m just playing with you,” she said, laughing heartily. “Relax.”

I nodded and walked closer to the pool. My cheeks felt hot. I must’ve been blushing fiercely. I felt a little mortified and really wished I could hide in the bushes.

“What’s your name?” she called out.

I cleared my throat and looked back at her as I said, “Steven.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a smirk. “You can call me Myra, Steven.” And then, the goddess known as Myra reached for a bottle of sunscreen and decorated her rack with white streams of SPF, which she sensually massaged into her breasts.

My poor dick felt like it was ready to bore a hole through my shorts. Unable to tear my gaze away, I just stood there and yammered, “Oh — OK, will do, Myra.”

She leaned back against her chaise, adjusted her sunglasses and instructed, “Don’t forget to scoop up the leaves. The last guy left a mess.”

“Y-yes, of course.” I turned around to tend to the pool, and once again, I narrowly avoided tripping over my equipment. I struggled to focus on non-sexual things — like chlorine tablets and making sure I put enough of them in the tiny floating dispenser.

I started with the brush, working my way around the walls of the pool. I took small steps as I made progress on my task, and when I was facing Myra once more, I thought as long as I didn’t look up, I’d be fine. But, of course, I couldn’t not look up.

From the far end of the pool, her lounge chair was a reasonable distance away. But it was obvious that Myra was still topless — and that one of her hands was inside her suit bottom! I looked back down and kept working on autopilot.

Given that she was wearing sunglasses, there was no way for me to tell if she caught me staring. It hadn’t occurred to me that maybe she wanted me to watch because none of the girls I knew were even remotely that direct.

My heart raced as I stepped closer and closer to her. When I looked over again, I saw her hand was still beneath the black mesh triangle of her suit, moving faster and faster as her hips rocked. That was when I accidentally dropped the brush’s handle, causing it to clatter against the concrete.

She stopped and looked dead at me. Yep, this time she definitely knew I’d been watching her.

Myra pulled her hand out of her suit and slipped her wet fingers between her lips, tasting herself.

I couldn’t believe this was really happening to me. However, I screwed up enough courage to say to her, “Hey, would you like some help?”

Myra looked pleased and said, “You catch on pretty quick, Steven.” She motioned for me to come closer, so I dropped everything and rushed to her side. “Tell me, do you like watching?” she asked.

I nodded and said, “Yeah. But I’ve never seen a woman masturbating in the flesh.”

“No?” Myra tilted her head. “I guess girls your age are shy about showing you what they like.” She untied the strings on her bikini bottom and peeled it away, revealing a neatly groomed landing strip and beautiful, bare labia, which were visibly wet.

“Wow,” I said, “you have a beautiful pussy.”

“Thank you. But there’s so much more to see.”

“Oh yeah,” I murmured as I stepped closer.

Myra reached down and parted her lips, giving me a graphic lesson in all the mysteries of female pleasure that had eluded me back then. She drew lazy, wide circles around her clit that got smaller and faster as she honed in on her tender nub. She released deep, throaty moans, which were just as arousing as her peep show.

Myra teased her entrance with her fingers and looked me in the eye as she said, “Get out your dick, and show me how you jerk off.”

Abandoning all inhibitions, I unzipped and hauled out my cock. Desperate for release, I manhandled my meat.

“I love it,” Myra crooned. “That’s a nice college boy cock. Come closer, and let me get a good look.” I obeyed, trying hard not to shoot too soon. “Very nice, Steven. Let me see you work it.”

I used slow, steady strokes to help me last as long as possible. Meanwhile, Myra looked on encouragingly, diddling her clit with one hand and fingering her hole with the other.

“Look at you go,” she said in a low, breathy voice.

“Fuck yeah, I’m so hard.”

“You want to put that cock in my pretty pink fuck hole, Steven?”

“Yes,” I pleaded. My breathing was ragged. “I’d do anything to fuck you,” I confessed.

That must’ve been the mental encouragement Myra needed to make herself come. She fingered herself faster until she cried out and her beautiful, mature body quaked with the power of her climax.

Tension was building for me, too. The pleasure of watching her had nearly pushed me over the edge.

Myra took her fingers out of her pussy, showed me her glossy digits and asked, “Want a taste?”

I groaned and gently took her fingers between my lips. As I sucked off her sweetness, I felt her hand land on my dick.

“I think you’re ready for me now,” she purred.

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening!

“You wanna fuck?” I asked.

“You bet I do.”

With that, she turned over, so she was straddling the chaise and demanded, “I want it doggy-style.”

“Yes, ma’am — Myra. Whatever you want.”

Her gorgeous ass took my breath away — as did the sight of her beautiful pink pussy peeking out from between her thighs. If that wasn’t enough, she reached around and spread her lips for me.

Praying I would last long enough, I got behind her. I took a moment to tease her by sliding the head of my cock up and down her slick vulva. She wiggled her hips impatiently.

A nuclear bomb could have gone off, and it wouldn’t have stopped our lusty coupling.

I pressed the head of my dick to her warm, wet entrance and gradually inserted my rod. I felt her muscles clench down on me and realized it was going to take plenty of stamina to satisfy her.

“That’s good, Steven,” she gasped. “Nice and slow… and then raw and wild.”

I squeezed her ass. I pulled out and then re-entered her, hard and fast. With Myra moaning and encouraging me, I pounded her harder and faster.

She reached down and rubbed her clit as she demanded, “Give me all that cock. Can’t you see how fucking horny I am?”

I focused on getting into a rhythm that was hard and fast but sensual. I made sure I reached around and plucked at her nipples.

At her insistence, we changed positions. She lay down on the chaise and put her legs over my shoulders.

“Keep rubbing that clit for me,” I hissed, slamming into her to the hilt. I felt her muscles clench down on me again.

“Oh fuck! Oh yeah!” Myra cried out. She inhaled sharply, and I felt her orgasm hit. Her body quivered, and her pussy contracted. There was no turning back for me either. I gave in and exploded deep inside her.

When I pulled out, thoroughly drained and milked dry, Myra had a coy smile on her face.

“All good?” I asked.

“You were great, baby.” She gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Same time next week?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good. But do make sure you get the leaves. I don’t want my husband to switch pool companies now.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll do it right,” I promised.

And I did — all summer long.