The Pool Sitter – Part 1The Pool Sitter – Part 1

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It had been a long trip. I came home in the early afternoon, exhausted from book signings and readings, and thinking only of a nap, and then some sun by my pool. The house looked empty when I came in, but neat. I checked the food bowl for my cats Brutus and Bruiser and smiled. Alyssa had kept them well fed.Alyssa was the daughter of my neighbors, now twenty-one and headed for her last year of college. After my divorce, I needed someone to care for the house when I took my trips, and Alyssa was a perfect choice. She was quiet, demure, and responsible.She was also incredibly cute. Standing no more than five foot two, she was a pert blonde with shoulder-length hair, 32B breasts, and a shy smile that she seemed to have no idea melted men everywhere. She was studious but also loved to tease me about the wild parties she would throw when I was gone.“Just invite me to one,” I would say, “and bring one of your friends, too.” The idea always made me smile, the pipe dream of a man twice her age.I almost thought dreams were coming true, though, when I looked out my kitchen window and saw her sunning herself by my pool. I grasped the sink as I watched her shift her legs idly as she read. She was no more than ten feet away, on her back and facing away from me in an orange bikini that framed her soft breasts in small triangular cups. I looked down the length beylikdüzü escort of her firm, slender body, imagining my fingertips brushing her bare skin as I kissed her neck. Finally, I pushed myself back from the sink and walked to the sliding glass door, all the while feeling a quivering in my legs.“I hope that is something of mine you are reading,” I said as I shut the door behind me.“Well, hey there,” said Alyssa, standing up as she set her magazine on a table. Her bikini sculpted her petite and pert body, with ties on her hips I could only imagine gently pulling loose. “I hope you don’t mind me using your pool. It’s just that it’s so peaceful here.”“Usually it is too peaceful, I’m glad someone else gets to use it,” I said feeling my smile was pasted on.“Do you want me to leave?”“God no. I mean, please stay. Can I offer you something to drink?”“Sure. But if you want me to stay, then you have to join me out here.” Alyssa sat down in the lounge chair. She leaned over to close her magazine and I caught a glimpse of bare breast, enough to see she must have been sunbathing in a smaller bikini while I was gone.“As the lady wishes,” I said. “Just give me a few minutes to change.”“I’ll be right here, Warren,” she said, looking at me with a smile that spread from one side of her mouth to the other.I exhaled bahcesehir escort bayan as I turned away from her and walked slowly to the sliding door. Inside, I practically ran to my bedroom. My hands fumbled with the drawer where I kept my bathing suit. It was no Speedo, but I thought about jerking off as I put it on; there was no hiding the bulge in front.I can claim no more than an average build, but I keep in shape for a forty-four-year-old man, and I don’t think I had felt seven inches this hard since I was nineteen. I put on a loose polo shirt and headed to the kitchen, thinking about royalties and agent contracts, anything but the lovely young lady waiting for me outside. I even thought about dropping an ice cube into my swimsuit to cool off.I came outside carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher of lemonade. Mixing the lemonade might have calmed me momentarily, but seeing Alyssa sitting at the table made my cock swell again. She was slender, but her bikini bottoms held in a pert round ass and her bare skin was so lickable I thought of accidentally dropping an ice cube on her.“Your drink, my lady,” I said as I poured.“What, no booze?” she asked.“Oh hell, you are legal. I should have asked,” I said. “I’m sure I have some wine.”Alyssa reached out and caressed my wrist. “I’m teasing, Warren,” she said. escort bayan beylikdüzü “All the boys my age want to get me drunk. You’re a gentleman.”I could feel myself flushing; her fingers barely left a trace on my skin but thrilled me right to my cock. I sat quickly and poured for myself.“Here’s to being a gentleman,” I said, raising a glass as she sat in the chair. She brushed her hand over my wrist and smiled at me. “Although I do get better looking if you’ve had a drink.”“You are a gentleman, and I don’t need to be drunk to find you good looking.”“Oh my, you’ll get me flushed,” I said. “But why do the boys all want to get you drunk? I like looking at you sober so I can remember it. You went to Cancun for spring break, right? You must have looked awesome.”“Well, thank you, Warren,” said Alyssa. “But to tell you the truth, most of the guys were so loaded and silly there they probably don’t remember it. I’ll bet you were very handsome signing books, too.”“I was a sharp dressed man,” I said laughing, “but I don’t get lucky enough for groupies.”Alyssa reached over and stroked my hand. “Maybe you do get that lucky. Do you think I came over just to read a magazine?”She stood up from the table, never letting go of my hand. With a gentle tug, she urged me from my chair. Now there was no hiding the bulge, and Alyssa looked down at it as she pulled my shirt up and off. As she reached back down for my hand, her palm caressed the length of my cock.“I think we need some tub time,” Alyssa said as she led me to the Jacuzzi. She stepped in as I turned on the jets. The water was still a bit chilled, and her nipples poked at the cloth material of her bra.

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