62831 Turner Lane

There is no time to waste, this job is just a way to get to Rachel. You scan the addresses.

Please be in there.

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Rachel Givens - 62831 Turner Lane

You heart leaps! Yes there it is! Joy is replaced with embarrassment.. guess they do have the same last name.. you could of avoided the trashing the principal gave you.

You catch a taxi over to their address. It's a warm sunny day you pray this whole thing pays off. The taxi drops you off in front of the big blue house with the tall gray fence. The fence so tall you can't see into the back. Your heart starts beating hard in your chest as you approach the house. Right at the door you look up, a video camera records you. This is the place, you ring the doorbell.

Ding dong

You hear the pitter patter of feet running to the door. It swings open to reveal.

Samantha.

"Oh it's you.. what are you doing here?" She stares at your pool equipment.

"I'm here to clean your pool." You answer.

Samantha stares, "no seriously, did you follow me home?!"

You take out some of the cleaning service paperwork, "no right here. This is 62831 Turner Lane?" Not entirely a lie it should get you in.

"I don't understand what's with boys! She's old enough to be your mother! What is the attraction!" With a deep breath she calms down and rolls her eyes, "fine god, pathetic. Head back."

"I do need a signature approving work," you manage a fake smile, "from the owner of the house."

"Then you'll have to wait," she says sharply. She hesitates, unsure if she should elaborate. "Hmm.. my mom.. she'll be home later." She sighs and looks defeated.

You beam, the goal line is within view. "Thanks, I'll get to work." You head to the back yard. The tall fence requires a strong push and it reveals a large sprawling backyard. The grass green but a bit overgrown, the pool takes up a solid chunk of space next to the house with elegant concrete connecting the home. You look around and decide to try and look your best for when Rachel gets home. You take off your shirt and apply a little oil. Then slowly you start to clean the pool, sure to not go too fast. After 30 minutes you hear a car pull in, show time. Another few minutes as you scoop the same leaf several times.

The back door opens. A large mature woman in a tight cougar print suit walks out. Straight, long black hair with a gray steak falls to her shoulders, straight bangs come down to her eyes. Her eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses must be looking right at you because her face breaks into a wide smile.

This is Rachel.

As she walks her features are far more pronounced. Her large breasts jiggle in her bikini each step in danger of one of them falling free. A transparent sash around her waist doesn't hide a tiny bikini bottom overflowing. It covers 50 percent of what is unmistakably her cock and balls. Flaccid even pulled back is sways from side to side with each step. You are shocked it doesn't spring free.

"Hello!" She calls out with enthusiasm. "You must be the new pool boy. I'm going to sun bath a bit let me know if anything pops up!"

You smile weakly at her, the sight of her cock bulging out of her bikinis gives you butterflies. She is incredibly curvy for her age, her face shows signs of wrinkles but without the knowledge from her website you'd never have guessed she was that old. You panic and start cleaning the pool again.

You look up, she's staring your way and applying lotion. Back to work.

Up again, she's licking her lips, eyes locked.

Another glance, she slowly traces her finger over the outline of her cock. You start to sweat.

Look up again, her hand drops her bikini top the ground. Your heart flutters at the site of massive exposed breasts.

A finally glance, she curls a welcoming finger to you beckoning you over.

You gulp.