The pool boy!

Cyndi remained frozen in fear as she watched the young blonde pool boy cross the patio, making his way to the pool. He was there to clean the pool and do the regular maintenance. He carried an armful of supplies with him, never noticing Cyndi standing naked in the patio door window.

Jonathan was earning spare money for college, cleaning pools for a local company that serviced the upper-scale community. He was a well-built athlete, with a well-tanned physique. He had been on the high school swim and diving team, and had been accepted to UCLA for the following year. Cyndi had seen him on numerous other occasions, and while she found him attractive, had never imagined anything sexual with him.

Cyndi now stood naked, watching this fine specimen of virility make his way toward her swimming pool. Despite the predicament she was in, she felt a tingle of excitement pound in her chest and settle between her legs. Cyndi was mesmerized, unable to fathom what was happening to her. It wasn’t until she heard Mike’s voice on the phone she was holding, that she snapped out of her trance. “Turn around,” he ordered. Cyndi did as told, and then placed the phone on the floor as instructed.

Now with her back to the window, Cyndi was unable to see if Jonathan was watching. Cyndi could hear Mike’s voice booming through the telephone, despite the fact it was sitting at her feet. Cyndi pressed back against the window pane of the sliding glass door as commanded, mashing her back and derriere against the cold glass. The initial contact sent shivers throughout her body, but the heat emanating from within, quickly warmed the glass.

Mike, meanwhile, decided to torment his play toy. He instructed Cyndi to remain silent so as to not draw attention to her; otherwise, the pool boy may spot her. She was in quite a predicament and Mike intended to take full advantage of it, even though Jonathan still had not spotted Cyndi.

Cyndi listened intently to the voice on the phone; “If you can hear me clearly, stretch your arms up above your head.” Thinking nothing of it, Cyndi clasped her hands together and stretched, arching her back as she did so. “Keep them up.” Mike continued, “If you’ve seen this lad before, place your hands behind your head, otherwise leave them up.” Cyndi lowered her hands ever so slowly, resting them behind her neck, pinning her elbows against the glass. The sun’s rays were now transferring heat through the glass to her skin. Cyndi could only imagine what Jonathan was seeing.

Cyndi’s skin crawled with bumps as she heard Mike. “Uh, oh! Seems our pool boy’s been distracted from his work.” Cyndi remained motionless, yet she desperately wanted to run for cover. “He seems to be staring towards the back porch. What do you think he sees?” Cyndi’s breathing quickened as she envisioned the shock on Jonathan’s face. “If you’re scared, cover your tits with your hands.” Instinctively Cyndi did as instructed, partially because she was scared, and because she wanted to cover up. “He’s still staring. Can you feel your heart beating a mile a minute?” Mike paused long enough for Cyndi to feel her heart throbbing, expanding her chest as she fought to settle her nerves. “Kind of exciting isn’t it? It looks as if he’s getting excited. Wow! He’s pretty big down there. You should see it; he’s rubbing himself through his shorts. You must be turning him on!” An image of Jonathan stroking his cock through his shorts instantly popped into Cyndi’s mind in vivid detail. She could see him running his big hands along the front of his khaki shorts, trying to ease the tension in the growing tent. The effect of that image started her juices flowing, and sent a warm tingling throughout her body. Her heart was pounding as her mind was spinning.

Mike meanwhile continued tormenting Cyndi. “Cyndi, I know you’re scared, but I also know you are completely turned on. If I am right, put your left hand behind your head again, and pinch your nipples with your other hand until they are as hard as the pool boy’s cock.” Mike watched intently as Cyndi struck the desired pose and obviously began pinching and twisting her nipples. “Oh my. You must be turning him on. His shorts are down around his ankles, and he’s stroking his snake while he’s watching you.”

Cyndi swore she could see Jonathan as if she had eyes in the back of her head. She could see his fist wrapped around his thick pole, pumping it slowly as the purple head bulged with each stroke. She brought her hand up and cupped the back of her neck. Her other hand pinched, pulled and twisted each nipple as she arched her back, thrusting her tits out to her imaginary lover. For several agonizing minutes Mike detailed Jonathan’s well-endowed attributes, painting Cyndi’s mental picture in vibrant colors. Her pussy was flooded with wetness, seeping at the folds, wanting and needing attention desperately.

It was if Mike could read her mind, telling her that if her pussy was wet, to go ahead and finger-fuck herself. Cyndi wasted no time in relieving the pressure building up at the dam. Her middle finger slid easily into the slippery sheath, swallowed and surrounded by the moist interior walls. It was quickly joined by her ring finger, as she began matching Jonathan stroke for stroke. Mike provided plenty of detail to fuel Cyndi’s fiery imagination, telling her he was holding his cock with both hands, and there was almost room for another hand. Before she knew it, Cyndi had her index finger squeezing inside her snatch, alongside the other two, stretching her as wide as Jonathan’s cock would be stretching her.

“He’s moaning,” Mike warned. “He’s about ready to explode!”

Fireworks went off inside Cyndi’s body as Mike announced that the pool boy was spraying his spunk all over the pool deck. Cyndi’s body jerked, banging against the window pane as her climax crested.

“Hurry up; turn around now,” Mike ordered. Cyndi quickly obliged, her fingers were still buried in her twitching twat.