Good lord he was hung if the size of the bulge pressing against the material was anything to go by.

I took another gulp of lemonade when he turned back to his task, leaving me all hot and bothered without even saying a word.

All too soon, he began packing up to leave. I shook myself from my daydream of being spread out on a pool lounger with him between my legs, licking my pussy with a strong and highly skilled tongue.

I wanted his attention. For him to say something to me. Make contact of some kind. I was practically begging for it, and that wasn’t how I usually rolled. Apparently his playing hard to get was a bigger turn on for me than I had counted on.

Before I knew it, he was exiting the backyard through the side gate, leaving me squirming in my seat. My imagination had always been a vivid one, and it being in overdrive, thanks to the pool boy, had me aroused beyond belief.

Knowing I was alone, I lifted my foot and set it on the edge of lounger next to mine, opening myself up to slip my hand under my bikini bottom. Finding my clit swollen and achy, I rubbed circles around it, only stopping long enough to dip my finger inside my pussy, then spread my wetness up around my clit. Within minutes, visions of my hot, sexy pool cleaner had me coming in a blinding rush.

*****

Later that evening, I was cleaning the kitchen when I felt a strange vibe. Almost like I was being watched. It made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and a chill crawl up my spine.

Folding the towel I’d been holding, I set it on the sink and looked out the window. Night had fallen making it harder to see outside, so I reached over and shut off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Leaning forward, I peered out into the backyard but didn’t see anything unusual.

Shrugging the sensation off, I padded on bare feet into the living room and sat down in front of the television. When none of the local stations had anything substantial on, I turned it to one of the premium adult channels. No one knew I subscribed to them, and I liked it that way. They were a dirty little secret of mine and gave me great visualizations for my nightly masturbation.

On the screen right then were two girls—one blonde, one brunette—wearing nothing but their underwear. They were up on their knees touching when one leaned forward and kissed the other. The blonde ran her hands up the brunette’s body until she was cupping her breasts, her thumbs rubbing against the brunette’s hard nipples.

The girls on the screen were naked in no time, kissing and rubbing against each other. Their moans filtered through the speakers, making me press my thighs together in anticipation. My lips parted and my breathing became shallow while watching the erotica they were performing.

When the brunette began sucking the blonde’s fat pink nipples and fucking her with her hand, I slid my own hand down and pulled my skirt up to my waist, so I could cup my mound and ease some of the ache that had built there.

“God that’s hot.” I thrummed my nipples through my bra as the blonde moved down between the other girl’s legs and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers.

The hand cupping my mound moved further south, and I felt my pussy through the damp material. Just the slightest graze of my fingertips against my clit had it pulsing. The wet sounds and moaning from the screen compelled me to pull my panties down to my ankles and spread my legs as wide as they would go on the coffee table.

With one hand on my nipple, I ran a finger from my other hand through my slick, swollen lips. I was so wet and my clit was throbbing so hard with the need to be touched.

“Don’t stop… faster,” was being chanted on the screen as I pumped a finger in and out of my pussy in hard, swift movements. What I wouldn’t have given at that moment to have a nice, hard cock to give me a good pounding, and a stiff, wet tongue flicking against my nipples instead of just my own fingers.

My knees fell open wider as my hips raised, allowing my fingers to slide in even deeper.

The brunette on the screen was coming now. Her belly was undulating and her thighs trembling. When she finally recovered, she reached into a side drawer and pulled out a large, black dildo. She turned to the blonde, who was now on her back, legs spread and her finger rubbing her clit, and shoved it into the her mouth,

With the dildo now lubed, the brunette climbed between the blonde’s legs, teasing her with the tip of the cock against her opening.

“Do it. Fuck me,” the blonde whimpered. The brunette obliged, working that thick, fucking cock between the blonde’s pink, swollen lips. The camera zoomed in as the blonde cried out at the invasion. You could see just how stretched to the max she was.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned.

Watching her writhe on the bed and take each hard thrust from the dildo, I felt empty. Too empty.

I stood and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I kicked it along with my panties off to the side, removed my shirt and bra, and ran up the stairs to my bedroom where I found my own giant dildo.

Back in the living room, I licked the suction cup on the dildo and stuck it to the floor in front of the television. I copied the girls in the movie and sucked it into my mouth, spreading my spit over the thick, hard rubber.

I straddled the dildo and eased myself down until it was buried deep inside my pussy. Lifting up and slamming down again, I fucked myself in time to the blonde getting screwed on the screen.

“Come for me,” the brunette encouraged.

“Harder,” the blonde whimpered.

I slipped my finger between my parted lips and sucked, swirling my tongue around it before using it to flick my pebbled nipple. My other hand went between my legs to circle my clit.

“Oh now! I’m coming now!” The blonde shouted as her pussy sucked at the dildo, convulsing as the camera moved in for a close up. You could see her wet cream coating the black rubber.

It was enough to set me off. The ball of tension that had been building in my core snapped violently. I fell forward on my hands, my hips still pumping up and down as I prolonged my orgasm as long as my body could take.

When I was down to just fine tremors, I sank down on the cock again and rotated my hips, wringing one last mini-orgasm from my body.

I reached out and flicked off the television, so thoroughly worked over that all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and crash. The cock slid from my pussy, and I sighed as it rubbed against my still sensitive tissues.

I was bending over to release the suction, when I felt it again. That strange sensation that someone was watching me. I pulled the chain on the lamp to turn off the light and crept over to the window.

Yet again, nothing appeared out of the ordinary in the backyard. I turned to grab my clothes off the floor when I saw it, a bush rustling and then a strange shadow passing by the gate.

My heart rate kicked up at the sight, and a scream stuck in my throat. It happened so fast, I wasn’t sure if it was a person or an animal I had just seen. Knowing I was out in the country had me hoping that it was just a bear or a deer.

All the doors were locked and whatever it was had disappeared, so I shook my head and willed myself to calm down. I had to have been imagining things, and if I wasn’t then someone had sure just gotten one hell of a show.

TWO

Saturday, July 15th

“Your pool boy is downright delicious,” my friend Becky whispered from her perch on the lounger next to mine.

Sitting in our spots by the pool, we watched the same hot man from the week before as he skimmed the leaves. Just as last time, the view was stellar—all tanned skin and rippling muscles.