The Pool Man - Sex Stories

The Pool Man

... imagined pooch in her stomach. She had her plastic surgeon on speed-dial! Between the beauty salons, shopping for clothes, and the various treatments and spas, it was no wonder she had to marry into money! And she did - hubby was a member of one of the "First Families" in town. During lunch one day, she mentioned to Tamara how difficult it was to find a reliable pool cleaner. As she took Mrs. Franklin's order, Tamara mentioned her brother had a pool cleaning business. She expressed her belief he did a good job and might be available. Mrs. Franklin readily accepted Tamara's offer to check. While Mrs. Franklin ate her lunch, Tamara called me. She explained Mrs. Franklin's problem, as well as the way Mrs. Franklin had treated her. Even though Mrs. Franklin always treated her like shit, Tamara still was willing to help the snobbish high brow battle-axe get her pool cleaned. When Mrs. Franklin was finished with her meal, Tamara brought the check and confirmed the pool man would be by that very afternoon at 2:00 PM. Mrs. Franklin was delighted and gave Tamara a tip - and Mrs. Franklin was not one to tip a service person even when they deserved it! At 2:00 that afternoon, I arrived at the Franklin residence. It was a huge imposing Mediterranean-style mansion with a large front driveway that curved around a large water fountain in the front of the house. I pulled the van up in front of the large front overhang. After ringing the doorbell, an attractive Hispanic woman answered the ...

... door. "Hello, I'm Thomas the pool cleaner, here to clean the pool. Are you Mrs. Franklin?" I asked. "No Senor, My name is Rosa. I am the maid. Senora Franklin is out by the pool. I show you," she said in her broken, but understandable English. She led me around the side of the house and through the side gate to the patio and pool area. I was pleased to see there was a six foot concrete block wall surrounding the patio and pool - giving me the privacy I would need for what I had planned. Rosa showed me the utility closet where the cleaning supplies, the chemicals, the filter and pump were located. Then she left me to my task and went back inside to continue her work. Because it was such a warm afternoon, I stripped off my shirt and then got to work. I was just getting started when Mrs. Franklin stepped out of one of the French doors leading to the pool area from the main house. I looked up for a moment as she walked across the concrete patio and took up a position on one of the lounge chairs. She was about thirty eight or thirty nine years old, about five foot six inches tall with platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She evidently worked out; her legs were firm and her body trim. Her body... 34-26-36 with a pair of amazing, but definitely aftermarket G-cup tits that were screaming to be let out of the tiny neon pink and yellow bikini she was wearing. She was stretched out on the lounge, and I could see her eyes were on me. "Hello, Mrs. Franklin, my name is Thomas," I said, ...