Seducing the Pool Man - Sex Stories

Seducing the Pool Man

It’s only been three months since Anna and Ken Adams moved in the neighborhood, and already, Ken is getting frustrated. Coming from a poor family, he started working at the age of 15 as a pool boy which lasted until he was 22. After finding a better paying and a more stable job after college, he thought that his days of cleaning pools are behind him. But, leave it to his wife of three years to start telling everyone about his past occupation, and soon, everyone wanted their pools cleaned. For about a month now, he has been regularly cleaning the pool of his next door neighbor, Jane and Keith Madden. Thankfully, they were very nice and very wealthy, which is why he’s continuously helping them with the maintenance of their pool. Today, however, is the first time that Ken will be coming in without the supervision of the two. Mrs. Madden explained that both she and her husband would be at work during this time of day, but Elise, their 19-year-old daughter, should be around to make sure he received his payment. As 11 am in the morning, he decided to head over to the Madden’s house to get started. Grabbing his skimmer and bucket of other supplies, he made his way around the house, surprised to find the gate already open. Not questioning it too much, he walked into the back yard and froze at what he saw. Elise was in the backyard laying on a chaise lounge. Her iPod must have been on because her earbuds were in her ears and her right toe was tapping to a beat Ken himself couldn't ...

... hear. She was oiled or lotioned up, Ken wasn't quite sure, but her tan skin was glistening. She had on mirrored aviator sunglasses that looked sexy as hell and her hair was pulled up into a bun on the very top of her head. But all of those things were after thoughts to one very important fact – Elise Madden was laid out topless in front of him. She had very small black bikini bottoms on that tied on each side, but her top was draped over the side of the chair. In front of him were her tits, in all of their free of tan lines glory. They weren't huge like watermelons, and they weren't pink. They were ample, definitely more than a handful, but perfectly round even when she lay almost completely flat on her back. Ken stood there for a minute or two, just staring and letting his cargo shorts grow tighter. Finally, he realized that he couldn't just go in there because she might freak out and tell everyone that he was a pervert. He backtracked and closed the gate quietly. After adjusting his shorts and taking a deep breath, he made a big production of banging his bucket and the skimmer against the fence a few times as he opened the gate. He called out as he entered the yard, "Hey, anyone in here? It’s me, Ken!" When he rounded the corner, Elise had flipped over so that she was lying on her stomach and her chest was pressed down into her towel. Pulling a bud from her ear, she looked over her shoulder and waved at him, "Hey Mr. Adams! Let me know if you need anything. There's some ...