You shower up and leave Karen's place

You lie on the athletic mat, cuddling Karen Yoshida, your nose in her silky black hair. Your chest throbs from the impact of Karen's kick, and your head hurts a little from falling to the pavement of her pool deck. But your cock is giving you a glow of accomplishment after plundering Karen's pussy and ass at her invitation. A sticky thread of your cum seeps from her butthole.

You shift your arm, brushing over her soft breasts, and she flinches.

"Hey! I told you they were sensitive," she says.

"Sorry," you say, carefully avoiding her nipples. You don't need to pick up any more bruises today.

"You better get a shower unless you want to give your girlfriend a taste of my stinky butt," Karen says.

"I kind of wish I could," you say. "But she broke up with me at the beginning of summer."

Karen shifts her hips uneasily. "Um. Could you help me up?"

You roll to your knees. Karen turns to face you and reaches out her hands. You straighten, lifting her up.

"Thanks," Karen says. "You can use the shower over there." She points. "Excuse me."

Karen walks down the hall the other direction.

You take Karen's advice and use the bathroom closest to the back door to take a shower and wash up thoroughly, going very lightly over your chest. You can see the bruise developing.

After toweling off, you get dressed and check your phone. You already have Karen's number, as a client of the pool company you work for. Her pool is the last stop of the day, so other than dropping off the pickup with the pool company, you're free for the rest of the day. There might be someone in the office to chat with.

Cindy's remarks about why Sharon left you are still preying on your mind. Thinking of this afternoon's adventure with Karen, you're not sure you're pointed a different direction yet. You take a deep breath. Summer. You can get serious any time. But maybe Cindy has some actual advice for you.

You tidy up the pool cleaning equipment.

Karen gives you a bottle of cold water to take with you. "Nobody would believe this afternoon," she says.

"No ma'am," you say, falling back on your politeness to a pool cleaning client. Even one who probably still has a literal buttload of your cum. Especially one with a deadly front kick.

"If you're back over here again when I'm working out, don't ever surprise me like that," she says.

"Never again," you say.