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Playing With the Pool Boy

An erotic short story from the male perspective.

By Meaghan WardPublished 3 years ago 12 min read
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Playing With the Pool Boy
Photo by Roopak Ravi on Unsplash

Mr. and Mrs. Smith were the wealthiest couple in the nicest neighborhood around, and Zane smile when he pulled his old, beat up truck up to the gate and hit the button on the buzzer.

“Good afternoon,” came a crackly voice through the speaker.

“Hey, Howie, it’s Zane, I’m here to clean the pool.”

“Very well, sir,” Howard said from whatever security building he sat in, watching the Smith’s house remotely.

Howie was the only one in the world who called Zane “Sir” and it made him feel a little weird.

He was no sir.

He was a young, incredibly built and muscled, lean and tall, with blue eyes and black hair that hung down into his face.

You’d guess that he was a surfer, and you’d be right.

Zane parked and then gathered the few things he needed from the back of the truck — just a remote pool vacuum and a skimmer. It was a salt water pool that didn’t need much more care than the weekly cleaning, but Zane was more than happy to come the two times a week the Smith’s employed him.

But, he knew, it was Mrs. Serena Smith who really kept him around.

Serena was definitely not Zane’s type.

She was short and very curvy, with big, soft looking breasts that always protruded from her bikini tops and mousy brown hair in a bob around her heart shaped face.

Zane liked tall, fit, blonds with perfect beach bodies.

But he also loved the way that Serena watched him while he worked.

She was always watching him with a smile on her face, always asking him about his life, what he was up to, what he’d studied in school, whether he had a girlfriend, which he never did, because that wasn’t his style.

He walked the short path from the driveway around the back of the house to the pool and opened the gate, chuckling to himself when he saw Serena doing laps in her skimpiest black bikini, the one with the G-string, showing off her large round ass.

Zane sauntered down to the pool and reached the patio just as Serena was finishing up her laps, and she swam up to where he stood at the side of the pool.

“Good morning, Zane,” Serena said, her voice bubbly.

“It’s actually around 2:30.”

“Oh,” she laughed, “I had a late night last night. Slept in. Needed a dip to wake me up.”

“How’s the water today, Mrs. Smith?”

“Call me Serena,” she said, and splashed a handful of water at him, which he dodged with a laugh.

“I don’t think your husband would appreciate it,” he said.

“My husband is gone on business. All the fucking time. What he needs to appreciate is me, but he doesn’t.”

Zane didn’t know what to say to that, so he stepped a few feet away and lowered the robot vacuum into the deep end of the pool.

“Not many leaves to skim today,” Zane said, looking at the spotless pool that there was no reason for him to be there cleaning.

“Well, I’m sure I can find something for you to do,” Serena winked at him, and then braced herself against the edge of the pool to lift herself out and her huge breasts squished together, showing Zane her delicious cleavage a moment before her slick, smooth ass slipped out of the water.

She stood facing away from Zane for a moment, wringing out her wet hair, and he stared at her ass in the string bikini, she was practically naked in that thing, and he thought, not for the first time, her ass may be big but my god it’s shaped like a perfect juicy peach.

Serena turned and Zane couldn’t help but stare at her bikini. Just three small triangles of fabric covering her nipples and slit — it was glaringly obvious that she was waxed smooth and bare, and Zane found himself licking his lips, wondering what her lips looked like under that fabric.

Zane shook it off and stepped away as Serena picked up her towel and started drying off. He took the pool skimmer and slowly walked the perimeter of the pool, scooping out a few stray leaves, but not much else.

By the time he got back around to where Serena was laying back on a lounge chair, she was holding out a bottle of sunscreen to him.

“Do you mind, Zane? I can never get my back, obviously, and I don’t want to burn.”

“Uh, sure,” Zane said, not hesitating to drop his skimmer and take the sunscreen from her hands.

“I’m going to lay down and take this off so I don’t get any tan lines, okay?”

Zane didn’t get to answer before Serena turned on her stomach and untied the bow that was keeping her bikini top on. Then, she reached down and undid the ties on the sides of her g-string, pulling the scant bit of fabric out of her ass and almost, almost giving Zane a view of her pussy, but not quite.

He knelt on the patio beside her and squirted some sunscreen into his hands, rubbing it through his fingers before he laid them on the skin of her shoulders.

“Mmmm,” she sighed as soon as he touched her. “Make sure you rub it in really good so I don’t burn, please.”

Zane took his work seriously, whatever he was doing, so he massaged her shoulders and back deeply, stopping every once in a while to get more sunscreen, and when he reached her lower back, he hesitated.

Serena sat up on her elbows, and Zane could see the curve of her breast falling onto the lounge chair and could feel a stirring in his pants.

“You know you want to do it,” Serena purred, lifting her sunglasses and winking at him. “My ass needs some protection and TLC, too, you know.”

At that Zane felt his cock begin to harden in his board shorts, and there was no way he could hide it from her, it was too big.

He didn’t go right for her ass, that wasn’t Zane’s style.

Instead, he started at her ankles and massaged up the back of her legs, finally coming to the crease where her thigh met her perfectly round butt cheek, and he let his fingers graze over her there and watched as she shivered.

He put a little bit more sunscreen on his hands and then gently started massaging her ass, and he realized that after a few moments of doing so, Serena had started grinding her hips against the lounge chair and spreading her legs ever so slightly.

Serena’s eyes were closed behind her dark lenses, so Zane leaned over to take a peek at her goods.

Oh, yes, he thought to himself.

Serena’s pussy looked a tulip, her skin bare and smooth, already dripping with a sweet nectar that Zane had the irresistible urge to taste.

He had no idea whether it would be okay, but she was grinding against the lounge chair and opening her legs to him, so he did what felt instinctive:

Zane gave Serena’s ass one last rub and then slipped one hand between her parted legs and reached for her with his fingers.

She jumped when he touched her, a surprised “Oh!” escaping from her lips, and Zane’s gaze darted toward her face, and saw that her lips were spread in a smile, her eyebrows raised.

She opened her legs wider.

That was the only invitation Zane needed.

He moved into a position where he could both see and touch her smooth, glistening pussy and slowly slipped a finger into her wet slit, pumping it in and out slowly before adding another, feeling Serena get wetter and wetter around his fingers.

“Oh, Zane,” she moaned, and he pulled his hand away as Serena turned over on the lounge chair.

Her bikini top fell away, revealing pert, berry red nipples on her full tanned breasts, and as she settled back into the lounge chair, she spread one leg in front of her and lifted her other knee before letting her leg fall open.

Zane watched as Serena pulled her bikini bottom away and tossed it on the patio, then she hooked a finger making a come hither motion at Zane, directly before she pointed down to her pussy.

‘Come to me, lick my pussy,’ she was saying with her actions if not words, and Zane didn’t care if she was his type anymore, he just wanted to explore her body, a kind of body he’d never had before.

Serena had one of those pussies that is teasing and secretive, her outer lips puffy and hiding everything beneath, so all he saw was a moist, closed slit between her legs.

He brought his hand back to her and parted her outer lips with two fingers, finally getting a look at her hidden little clit and the dark red labia that he wanted to put between his lips and suck.

Zane pushed two fingers insider her again and used his thumb to rub Serena’s clit, and she threw back her head and sighed.

“Is that all you’re going to do?” she asked after a few moments, and Zane laughed out loud.

“I just don’t want to overstep my boundaries as an employee,” Zane said.

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want that,” Serena laughed.

She spread her legs even wider and reached down to pull him toward her.

Zane laid himself down on the lounge chair and brought his face close to her pussy, trying to take in her scent, but he smelled nothing at all, she was totally clean, and he wanted to make her dirty.

He parted her outer lips with two fingers and dived in, his tongue heading right for her clit, lapping at it slowly with a flat tongue, making it hard and more prominent as she ground herself against his face and moaned.

He slipped those two fingers into her as his tongue kept exploring her clit, running circles around it, and he smiled into her pussy as he felt Serena grab a handful of his hair and shove his face even deeper into her slit.

He stiffened and elongated his tongue, beginning to probe her juicy opening, finally tasting her.

She was sweet like sugar, in all his 28 years, Serena’s 40 something pussy was surprisingly the most delicious he’d ever tasted.

“You taste so good,” he groaned into her pussy, and she giggled and writhed beneath him.

Zane continued fingering and licking her, occasionally looking up only to see that Serena was playing with her own breasts now, rubbing them and pinching her nipples, biting her lip and arching her back as she was getting closer to cumming.

He pumped his fingers and licked her even faster and a high pitched noise started emanating from somewhere deep inside Serena and she bucked her hips as he actually felt her pussy pulsing around his lips and tongue while he finished her off.

But Zane wasn’t finished with her, yet.

He stripped off his clothes and then crawled up her body, kissing as he went: her bare mound, the crease of her legs and torso, which made her moan again, up over her soft stomach and hips, and finally to her breasts.

He sat up and took them in his hands, massaging them gently as he looked down at Serena’s face.

She really was beautiful, Zane thought, even for her age and size, and Zane’s hard cock ached as he bent to lift one of Serena’s breasts and take her nipple into his mouth.

He swirled his tongue around and sucked it, then gave it a little nibble which made Serena wince before he sat up again and pulled her sunglasses from her face so he could stare at her.

Serena stared back with a coy smile on her face, and Zane knew that smile was an invitation.

She wasn’t small, but he was strong, and he easily maneuvered her back onto her stomach and then pulled at her hips until her ass was in the air before him, her breasts dangling down.

“Oh, that kind of guy,” Serena giggled, and then wiggled her ass in Zane’s face.

He dipped his fingers back into Serena’s dripping pussy and then rubbed her juices onto the tip of his cock before he pressed it against her, gently at first, feeling a bit of resistance, and then he slipped inside of her pussy.

Serena groaned, and Zane felt her tight pussy stretching around his cock, pulling at him as he moved back and forth within her.

Zane had seen Mr. Smith, and he imagined that his cock was much, much bigger than Serena’s husband’s based on her gasps with each pump inside of her, and he smiled with satisfaction, pounding her harder from behind.

Feeling bold, he reached forward and grabbed one of her breasts with one hand and a fistful of her hair with the other, pulling her up and closer to him, making her groan.

“Oh, yes, fuck me, Zane,” she cried out, and for a moment Zane got scared — they sure as hell better not get caught by a stray gardener or butler lurking about.

Zane pinched her nipple and thrusted faster and harder, and she leaned back into his thrusts, taking a real pounding now, and Zane gasped and held his breath, trying not to cum yet, but he couldn’t hold back.

Zane pulled out of Serena and flipped her over onto her back again, her face a mask of surprise when he straddled her hips and kneeled above her, jerking his slick cock in his hand.

He stared down onto her huge, perfect breasts and grunted as he exploded and came all over her, ropes of cum shooting out of his cock and landing between her breasts, on her nipple, on her neck.

“Oh my God,” she laughed, and Zane laughed back, taking his hands and rubbing his cum into her breasts, massaging it in as she stared up at him in wonder and satisfaction.

“You’re very dirty, Mrs. Smith,” Zane said.

“I told you to call me Serena.”

“I think it’s time for you to take a dip in the pool again.”

“Want to join me?”

“I might as well,” Zane said.

They were both already naked, and Serena held out her hand for Zane to take as she stood up and they walked together to the edge of the pool.

“Ready to jump in?” Serena giggled, her breasts bouncing as she did.

“I think I already have,” Zane said.

Hand in hand, they jumped into the water, and Zane wondered now when his work there would ever be done.

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Meaghan Ward

I've come to make it steamy here.

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