Sex, lies, and the pool boy
written by:
JL

SEX, LIES, AND THE POOL BOY

"Oh, hello Felix." Patricia Ramsay opened her front door wearing a sheer white robe over a black strapless bikini she was wearing. She seemed surprised to see him on her porch.

Felix tried not to stare. It wasn't the first time this summer a hot older woman had greeted him in a bathing suit. Not that anything had ever happened after that, except for a sweaty afternoon cleaning a swimming pool. But Mrs. Ramsay was nice to look at. In her thirties, she had a figure that was voluptuous. He'd looked the word up online, and it fit her well. A lot of the teenage girls he knew were skinny, almost anorexic. Patricia Ramsay had nice boobs and legs with muscles and curves.

"Hi, Mrs. Ramsay." He smiled. "I'm here for your pool."

"The pool." She seemed confused. And maybe a little drunk. "Oh, right, the pool."

"Should I take my stuff around to the back?"

She blinked. "Right. Yes, in back. I'll meet you there."

Felix carried his gear through the gate into the backyard. The sun was hot, and he could already feel the sweat in his shirt. The Ramsay back yard was big, with a wide green lawn, tall trees, and a patio laid out in a half-circle in front of French doors.

Felix set his bags down and stared. Something was missing.

The French doors opened. Felix turned. "Mrs. Ramsay? There's no swimming pool."

Coming through the house she'd lost her robe, and now wore only her small black bikini. The top strained against her melon-shaped tits, and the bottom was hardly more than a thong, barely hiding the mound of her pussy. Patricia leaned against the door and looked out at her yard. Then she gazed at Felix.

"Well," she said, "why don't you come inside and we'll talk about it."

Nervous, Felix followed her through the doors and into the living room. Patricia picked up a drink from a table near the sofa, sipped it as if she needed courage, then turned and faced him. She looked him over, up and down, and smiled.

"I was thinking of—well, the kind of work you did for Brie Tyler."

Brie Tyler. She had the largest pool in the neighborhood, and two kids who didn't listen to anyone. The job had taken twice as long as it should have, and she didn't offer him an extra dime for making sure her brats didn't drown.

"I—I don't understand," he said.

"Don't be shy." She swallowed more of her drink. Felix could smell the gin from across the room. "You—you had sex. You fucked." She seemed proud of herself for saying it.

"Uh—no, ma'am. I didn't. We didn't. I mean . . . what are you talking about?"

"Brie Tyler. And Stacy Ruiz. And Anna Fabrizio. You've been--" Patricia hesitated. "They said—they told me—all of them . . ."

"Are you kidding?" When he'd started his own business cleaning neighborhood pools in the summer, Felix had fantasized about all the hot sex he was going to have with all the hot, bored, horny MILFs living near his house. But by August the only offer he'd gotten was Daphne Livingstone's attempt to fix him up with her niece when she came home from Bible Camp. Even his girlfriend had broken up with him because he was working so much. At least he was getting a good tan. And making a lot of money.

Felix backed toward the French doors. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ramsay, I think someone's playing a joke on you. I'll just—I'll just leave, okay?"

"Those bitches!" Patricia flushed with anger—and embarrassment. "They lied! They just—those bitches!"

Felix knew the smartest thing to do was leave without saying anything, but Mrs. Ramsay was drunk and upset, and even though it wasn't his fault, he felt somehow responsible, at least partly. "What are you, uh, talking about?"

"Last week—you were doing Anna's pool, and we were watching you." She shook her head. "You had your shirt off, and you were in the water, and I said—something about you. And Anna said, ‘Well, I did.' You know. And Stacy said, ‘Me too.' And then Brie said to me, ‘You mean you haven't?' And I thought . . . oh, hell, they were just making fun of me. Again. Bitches!"

"Well, I'll just get my stuff and get out of--"

"No! Wait! Don't go! You can help me! I'll—I'll pay you!" Patricia turned around unsteadily, looking for something. Finally she spotted her cell phone on a table next to her drink and snatched it up. "Stand over there." She pointed to the couch.

Felix hesitated. Mrs. Ramsay was tall, blonde and tan. She was also kind of drunk—but not so drunk she didn't know what she was doing. A few pictures might not hurt. As long as . . .

"Take your shirt off," Patricia said.

He knew this could be a bad idea. But turning down a hot woman in a tiny bikini? Felix couldn't imagine doing leaving now. "Okay."

He pulled his T-shirt off. Patricia licked her lips at the sight of his tanned, firm chest. "Mmm . . ."

She took a picture. "Now take off your shorts'"

Felix knew she wasn't interested in the color of his boxers. His cock had been squirming, looking at Patricia's hot body, but the thought of a naked picture of him . . . "Um, is that a good idea?"

"I'll keep you out of it," she assured him. "Your face, I mean. They'll know it's you, but you can deny it as long as your face isn't in it, right? Come on, Felix, please?"

This was crazy. But the way she looked at him, eager, hungry, in her tiny black bikini . . . Fuck it. He unzipped his cutoffs.

Patricia gasped when his cock sprang free. "Oh, yes." She took in the sight of his long prick with a long sigh. "Brie was right." Then she glared at him. "Except she was lying."

His cock began to wilt. "I'm sorry . . ."

"No, it's okay, I didn't mean—oh, yessss, let me do a close-up of that." She zoomed in for a picture. "That's going to look so good."

"Is that it?" Felix asked. "I could--"

"Not yet." She slowly walked toward him. "I'm not finished yet, Felix. I spent all morning waiting for this. I got so horny thinking about it."

Now Patricia was standing in front of Felix. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his hard, pulsing cock. "This is what I wanted."

"Oh yeah," Felix breathed.

She pushed her cell phone into his hand. "Take a picture of me sucking your cock. Okay?" She dropped to her knees on the carpet.

"S-sure." He could barely hold the phone as Patricia leaned forward, lips wide, and slid his cock into her mouth. "Oh yeah," he breathed again. His legs shook. And so did his fingers as he held the cell phone.

Patricia swirled her tongue around his shaft and rubbed his balls. "Mmmmmm" she murmured as she took the cock as deep into her mouth as she could. For a moment she forgot about the pictures and her so-called friends and just enjoyed the taste of a young, fresh penis.

Her husband was decent in bed, but he spent so much time at the office that he was usually too tired for anything beyond the missionary position. Felix's taut body and firm cock was just what she needed.

She bobbed her head up and down. Her hands slipped around his waist to grab his ass. Felix groaned, and she glanced up and saw the cell phone shaking in his hands.

He took a picture, then another one, then dropped the phone on the couch behind him. Rocking on his sneaker heels he reached out to hold Patricia's shoulders as she sucked and licked his cock. Her hot tongue and wet mouth almost had him losing his balance. "Oh fuck, Mrs. Ramsay, oh fuck yes . . ."

"Patricia." She pushed him back and stood up. "If we're going to really fuck, we should be on a first name basis. I bet you called all those others—right, right, they were lying. Just call me Pat."

She reached behind her back to unsnap her bikini top. "And we're definitely going to fuck. For real."

Felix swallowed, his throat dry. Patricia's tits seemed bound forward as her top fell away and fluttered to the carpet. Then she yanked her bottoms down, as if she was impatient to get completely naked.

She looked like a goddess. An older, mature goddess maybe, but her body looked better than most of the cheerleaders he knew. No tan lines than he could see. Big boobs and wide nipples, a flat stomach that looked as if she worked out every day, long legs, and a tuft of blonde hair at the entrance to her snatch.

"Wow, Mrs. Ramsay. I mean, Pat." He grinned. "You're gorgeous. A whole lot better than those other women. You know."

Patricia giggled. "You're so sweet." Then she laid down on the couch and spread her legs wide.

"Come on, Felix." She looked at his throbbing cock. "Let's show those bitches how it's done."

Felix gazed at Patricia's naked body, waiting for him. He still couldn't believe his luck after a long, hot summer of cleaning pools for hot MILFs in shorts and bikinis.

"Oh yeah," he said again. He crouched, hands on her thighs, and aimed his cock at her pussy. She grabbed his hips and pulled him forward.

They both grunted as he slid inside her pussy. Felix felt her muscles clench around his cock, and he bit his lip to keep from spurting right away. Patricia smiled up at him, her eyes dazed. She stroked his chest. "That's good," she murmured. "Good and hard. Oh!"

Felix began pumping his prick in and out of her pussy. Patricia pushed her head back, enjoying the feeling of a firm cock inside her. Felix gazed down at her tits as they began to bounce back and forth with each thrust. He felt her thighs tight around his hips. He reached down to cup one of her boobs, and Patricia sighed in response, her pussy squirming as he picked up his pace.

Suddenly she opened her eyes. "Yes, yes," she muttered. "Wait—no, don't stop, just—let me . . ." She searched the couch with one hand as Felix slowed, then nodded as she found her phone. "Okay. Okay. I want . . ."

Patricia was obsessed with her pictures. That was fine with Felix as long as he got to keep fucking her. She lifted the phone, trying to keep her hand steady. She needed all her concentration to get a shot of her face—and tits--behind Felix's bare, muscular shoulder as he rammed into her. One shot, two—then she dropped the phone again and moaned loudly.

Felix leaned down to kiss and lick her nipples. Then he reared back, grunting, plunging his cock as deep as he could. He saw Patricia looking up at him with raw lust in her eyes, nodding with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes," she urged him. "Good boy. Good boy. Oh, oh, oh—wait. Wait!"

Not again. He was almost ready to cum. But Patricia wasn't finished. "I want to be on top," she said. "And take a picture of me on top of your cock. All right?"

"You're crazy," he told her. But he wasn't going to turn her down now. Felix pulled his cock out of her slowly and looked around. Finally he just laid down on the carpet, his dick jutting up at the ceiling.

Patricia tossed him her cell phone, along with a pillow from the couch for his head. Then, without any ceremony, she crouched over him, her legs bent, and lowered her body down onto his cock. It slid inside her smoothly, and she gasped with pleasure. "That's it," she said. "Oh, that's so good."

"It sure is," Felix agreed, lifting his hips. "Oh yeah."

"Picture," she ordered. "Take a picture. Then--"

He lifted the phone and got a good view of Patricia's face and her flushed tits. He snapped a photo, then lowered the phone to close up on his cock inside her moist slit. "Is that okay?"

"It's great. Now fuck me." She knocked the phone from her hand and began pushing herself up and down on his cock as if desperate to cum soon. "Fuck me now!"

Felix ran his hands up and down her legs and thighs, mesmerized by the sight of her boobs as she bounced on his rigid prick. She didn't seem drunk now—just filled with a desire to cum and make him cum too.

Patricia peered down at her young lover's body. Part of her was stunned that she was actually doing this, like a cougar in a bad porn story. Most of her didn't care, as long as his cock stayed inside her until she came. She'd forgotten about her friends, and couldn't even quite remember why the pictures were so important. All that mattered was the ball of pleasure growing inside her like a bright star about the erupt, and Felix's magnificent cock on the verge of giving her . . .

"Yes!" she shrieked as an orgasm exploded between her legs. "Yes Felix, yes! That's right! Yes! Fuckkkk . . ."

At last. Felix pulled Patricia's body down so that her pussy envelope his cock and let loose, spewing load after load of cum up inside her, gasping with each spurt. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, Mrs. Ramsay—Pat, I mean, oh yeah, ohhh . . ."

Eventually Patricia leaned down to kiss him on the lips. "Your girlfriend is lucky if she gets that all the time."

Felix sighed. "No girlfriend right now. This is the first time in months."

She giggled. "That explains a lot."

Patricia rolled off of him and picked up the cell phone to start flipping through the pictures. "These are good," she said. "Very good."

He tensed. "Are you really going to send them to your friends?"

"Is that a problem?"

For a moment the thought filled him with fear. Then he looked at Patricia's nude, sweating body and shrugged. "I guess not."

"Oh shit," she said suddenly.

"What?"

"I wanted to get a picture of your cock squirting." She smiled and began rubbing his stomach. "Do you think you can do it again?"

Felix took a deep breath and grinned. "Right away, Mrs. Ramsay. Pat, I mean."