I’m not usually home during the week, so my weekend time is precious.

My home is pretty special to me. I designed it myself. One of my favorite places is the pool and the private deck, which is accessible both from inside and by a spiral stairway outside. Its windows are heavily tinted to help reduce the heat from the scorching Las Vegas sun, making it hard to see in from the outside during the day.

One hot summer day, I came home early. The truck from the pool service was in the driveway. I didn’t think too much about it. When I walked onto the deck, I was greeted with the most delightful view. My pool “boy” turned out to be a long-legged blonde, dressed for work in cutoffs, with picture-perfect ass cheeks peeking out. A sleeveless button-down shirt was tied under her tits, and atop her head was a cap, her blonde ponytail trailing out the back. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, and judging by the firmness of her body, I suspected she might also work as a showgirl. The town is full of them. But to have one here for my private viewing was a treat.

As she worked her way around the pool, brushing and vacuuming, I could see sweat glistening on her tan skin. I don’t think she was aware of me, because she had a boom box playing, to which she danced as she worked. Her movements were fluid and sexy, privacy removing all inhibitions.

She finished her work and, in one motion, untied her shirt, freed her melon-size tits, and dove gracefully into the pool. Her shorts clung even more tightly to her perfect butt as she swam the length of the pool and then backstroked, showing off her wonderful bazooms. I thought the hospitable thing would be to make her a tall drink as thanks for her efforts and the exhibition. First I changed into a swimsuit. Just as I opened the shades, she climbed out of the pool, her nipples pointing to the sky, water cascading off her shoulders. She seemed only a little embarrassed as she gave me a smile and retrieved her shirt.

I offered her a robe, which she declined, but she did accept the drink and the suggestion that we climb to the upstairs deck to enjoy the crystal-clear blue sky. One drink led to two and then to three as she told me of her foray into show business. I listened intently, savoring the view.

Her name was Roxie. She was curious as to why I had such a large house, but didn’t inquire about any girlfriend or spouse. Roxie moved closer to me, saying that she appreciated my hospitality as well as my understanding about her testing out the pool. When she was just inches from me, she kissed me, probing inside my mouth with her tongue. With her other hand, she reached down to explore my cock, which seemed to meet with her approval. I untied her shirt to feel her tits against my chest, and then moved to the zipper of her shorts. Meeting no resistance, I slid my hands down over her ass as her shorts dropped to the floor. I explored her pussy, finding it smooth and clean-shaven, as she continued to dart her tongue in my mouth. I found her clit and teased it. Smooth cunts are a wonderful turn-on for me. I pulled my lips away and lowered them to show her what my tongue could do to please her pussy.

My cock was rigid from her stroking, and she was now making noises of pleasure as she arched her back to force her cunt against my mouth. As soon as she came, once and then again, Roxie announced that it was my turn. Leaning back, she guided my cock into her wet pussy. Even with her wetness, my shaft was thick enough and long enough to stretch her cunt lips and canal, getting her off again and again. Her dance background was more than evident as she rotated her hips to grind my cock deep inside her. Full, deep thrusts just made her move more. But since I had pleasured her with my mouth, I thought it only fitting to see what she could do in turn. I pulled out and pointed my tool toward her lips.

She arched her neck as I guided my penis as deep as I thought she could take it, but she reached to my butt to pull my shaft even deeper. Her fingers dug into my ass, keeping my cock buried to the hilt. I was no longer able to hold back, and jet after jet of steamy semen shot into her throat. Her fingers still gripped until the last spurt was coaxed out of me.

As my erection softened, her tongue worked its way back to the tip of my shaft, cleaning my cock. Most of it she’d eagerly swallowed, but the excess covered her lips. She cleaned this with her fingers and then licked her fingers clean.

We lay there for a while longer, enjoying the afternoon, until she confessed that she really did have other jobs to get to that day. Since then, I have come home early every now and then, but I haven’t seen my pool girl since. I’m sure I’ll catch her onstage. Hope she makes it big.