A Welcome Change

1

Brianna was glad to be home. Her week’s duty roster, which saw her working nights at a local hospital, was finally at end. She wanted to laze in the sun, out in the back yard, cool off with a swim in the pool that her husband, Lucas, had finally agreed they should have installed, at not inconsiderable expense, a couple of years ago.

It had been built to take up much of their garden but was screened by trees and shrubbery along the boundary fence, at the back of the house, and was covered by carefully designed and fully glazed roof and walls, one end sliding open on a curved track to allow in the sea breeze. Lucas, or Luke, sure didn’t want all the work of cleaning the pool, especially if leaves and twigs blew in. The Atlantic winds, here in Sarasota, sure made that a foregone conclusion.

Just the two of them lived here, the four bedroomed single storey house designer built and its dark tiled roofs at different levels, the highest in the middle and creating a feature entrance hall and the illusion of uncluttered space. It was home, not as lavish and large, or sprawling, as some of their neighbours, but Luke made his money and they lived out their lives to the max; they entertained, had friends over for lazy weekends and parties.

She chose to work; didn’t have to. They had no kids and so they had fun. Luke still made a fuss of her. He did his best to please her in many of the ways that mattered to her, a fifty-year-old woman with straw-blonde hair that she checked for the first signs of grey, a body kept reasonably trim by the work she did and swimming. Luke loved her large breasts, asked why she bothered wearing a bikini to cover them, large nipples soon poking through the small triangles of fabric and that the cool water inevitably made hard. A small triangle of cloth covered her furry Pussy and was usually fastened by just a thin lace of cloth. She was proud of her strong thighs and curvy hips, had refused Luke’s offer to pay for some firming up. She thought of herself as voluptuous, and in her younger days caught the eye, often enough, of guys she met on the beach. But, she had only known of two men in her life, Luke and a guy she had first dated, and thought might get married to.

Thinking back, he had brought more to her than the small wand her Luke thrust into her, when he took her, which wasn’t as often as she still wanted and sure needed. Sure, she felt him in her, but she also felt there was some way still to go and she had her toys to bring that feeling on, to stretch her, such moments making her hornier and her toys the only soaring release that she craved.

She unfastened her sky-blue work dress as she padded over the cool floor and went to the bedroom; stripped off and soon found her favourite bikini, little more than triangles of cloth with a leopard print, their outline just to be seen on her lightly tanned freckled skin. There was some catching up to do with Luke, he tanned so darn easy.

The day was exceptionally warm, so she could lie on a sun lounger, in her secluded garden, oil up her fleshy body and laze the rest of the day away. Luke would call when he was heading for home. She had the house and the hours to herself.

 

2

She must have dozed off because she was startled to hear footsteps on the path from the side gate, the scrape of a metal bucket against the house wall for an instant. A daydream had been interrupted, she thought, feeling Horny and her Pussy moist and tingling.

“Sorry to intrude, ma’am, misses Hoffmann,” a young black guy said somewhat nervily, even if his eyes did drift over her. “I’m Ethan…from Clarke’s Pools Services…I’m here to clean the pool…”

“Today’s not your company’ usual day, Ethan” she soon told him, liking his name and loving the sight of him even more. “Are you new to the company?”

Had she been dreaming of a moment like this when she lay in the sun, her body all oiled up, and she all but naked before this undoubtedly good-looking guy? She shifted on the seat, lifted her sunglasses over the tangle of her hair.

“No, I know…and I’ve not been here before, ma’am. I was told we’re short of people so to come over here and do the work. If it’s not right, I’ll go and explain…”

She smiled in reassurance, was thrilled by what had happened. “It’s okay, Ethan…you just carry on. The cabinet over there has the hose and what you need. You don’t mind if I stay out here, only I’ve just got home from work…”

Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she moved to sit on the edge of the sun lounger, leant forward to push away her sandals, needlessly. She wanted to work him, tease some more. She was all but naked, her breasts scarcely held by those triangles of cloth and the halter strap not lifting them. He would be getting a great view of what she had, and he might just see how aroused she had become, her nipples poking at the fabric that covered them. She looked down for a moment.

“I’d…I’d better get on…” he stammered, but Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her body, how she sat with her legs parted, watched as she smoothed the sun oil over her slicked thighs. He didn’t miss how her bikini bottom failed to keep the hair of her bush poking out from under the edges, how the fabric hinted at her cleft.

“Do that Ethan…I’m not in your way now, am I?”

“No, not at all…” he laughed, and she saw the brilliance of his smile, how he failed in not staring at her as she lay back once more and pulled her sunglasses down.

“Go on Ethan…I’ll get us both a drink when you’re through.” She saw him look her way for a last time, touched herself brazenly, brushed finger, slowly, over her mound, the bikini fabric she knew marking out her crack. If she went on like this, just thinking of him and what he might bring, would make her wetter still.

She watched him work, the flexing of his biceps as he pushed and drew back the pole over the tiled bottom of the pool, the ripple of his thigh muscles as he kicked the hose along or bent down to unclip it from a suction point and move to another.

His eyes were on her often enough to let her know what he was thinking, and how he moved showed her the bulge in his crotch, that he fingered it when turning away and hoped she wouldn’t have picked up on that.

“I sure want to know I have that effect on a guy…still,” she murmured, shifting on the seat as the ache of longing gripped her. An impetuous fuck would put her right, settle how she’d been feeling for some time and that Luke did not satisfy.

She felt guilty at lusting after a guy who must be twenty-five or thirty years younger than she was. It was too much, and she got up from the lounger, soon pulled on a thin chemise and closed the space between them.

“I’ll get us both a drink…you’re almost through, I guess?”

His eyes drifted over her, shamelessly, and she noticed the bulge in his shorts once more; it was impossible to keep that from her and he seemed to know it. She sure had his attention on her, but she wondered just how far to go in teasing him, or to satisfy a craving for his attention upon her in any way she could seduce from him.

“No alcohol, ma’am…”

“No, and I wasn’t going to offer that….”

“No, I guess not,” he smiled. “It’s way too early…”

“I’ll get us both a lemonade…and it’s way too Hot for anything else.”

“Least you can go for a swim…” He spoke in sudden confidence and knelt down to scoop water up with his large hands and bathed his face in it. She suppressed a shudder on seeing his chest soaked and his muscled body shaped by the wet cloth of his company T-shirt.

“Go in…cool off, if you want?” She soon waved the suggestion away and left him. Ethan was no longer nervous and the more they talked the longer he had to look at her, to remain turned on by the sight of her in a bikini, the wrap just a veil that kept nothing from his sight.

She heard a whoop of delight, then a splash, almost spilled the drinks that she held in her hands, the glasses cool to her touch, but her mind and body possessed by the image of them together as she walked back from the kitchen. He was seen standing by her sun-lounger, his wet briefs straining to hold all that he would bring to her, to any woman. His ebony skin glistened, and she felt lost in the rush of longing for him, clenched her tummy muscles to suppress what possessed her, the raging hunger to know of him. Young and old, why not get together, seize the moment…every crazy second of it while they could?

“I did what you suggested…” he grinned, shamelessly taking in her appearance before him. “I don’t get invited to do that…swim in a client’s pool…usually.”

There was nothing ‘usual’ about how she now felt.

 

3

Ethan simply stared at her heavy sagging breasts, her fleshy tummy and strong thighs. Her scarcely supported breasts swayed as she stepped lightly towards him and he wondered how he would keep from her the state he was in, the press of his raging erection against his briefs. She seemed on the make, or wouldn’t refuse a pass being made, but he had to be sure. The woman was s0o very different from those he pegged.

“You sure surprise me, ma’am…”

“Brianna…call me that, will you?” she answered nervily, putting down her glass on the small table beside the sun lounger. Brianna met his look upon her. “You shouldn’t be doin’ that, look at me the way that you do…but I’m goin’ to forgive you, this one time, Ethan.”

“Forgive me, then for doin’ this too…will you?” One hand reached out and Ethan’s fingers clamped on her nipples. They were so hard and strained through her bikini top. “I saw how they were from the moment I got here…Brianna.”

“You’re right…now make a fantasy become real…for both of us!”

She felt like a slut, like a bitch in heat and that dream had set her off. Delirious with lust she had lost any control that remained, gripped the hard swell in his briefs and felt the strength of his hands on her as she worked him, looked down for an instant and heard his soft gasps.

“You…you do that so well”

“And you’ll bring to me what I need…won’t you Ethan…no questions asked…one favour in return for another…yes?”

“Yes…oh, Jeez, yes!” His thick, long, erect phallus had sprung Free, the skin so much darker than his body and Brianna worked it, felt the gush of longing soak her bikini briefs.

“Let me…won’t you?” she asked huskily, gripping him and leaning in for an unlikely kiss. His reaction let her know such intimacy was not necessary.

She got down on her knees and smoothed her hands over Ethan’s belly, then his rigid throbbing manhood, Ethan standing still and offering no resistance. His long cock was hard and arced out from the hair at his belly, the smooth purple glans glistening. She slicked her tongue over its length, flickered her tongue to the tip, felt the veins under his skin as she licked down, took his sac in her mouth, rolled his testicles and stopped as his hands tugged on her hair.

“I got no time for it all…just want to fuck…want to fuck you!” Ethan said crudely, unashamed by his use of language as he reached out and grabbed her tits, played her erect nipples expertly with one hand as he tugged loose the fastening of her bikini top and buried his face between her breasts, tugged with his lips on her nipples as his fingers worked to loosen the triangle of cloth that covered her Pussy, tugged at the lace fastening. “I know you’ve wanted me…someone different…I guess…Brianna.”

“Go on…just go on!” Her wet aching Pussy hungered to be filled by his bloated manhood, who he was of no concern.

Ethan pulled the long cushion off the sun lounger and kicked it flat, soon pushed her down onto it, met again her hungering lips on his cock as he knelt between her legs, towered over her as she bent to take him.

“You got it all…so much,” she gasped, her mouth working him. A quick glance up revealed that he again had his eyes closed; that he was enjoying the moment with an older, white, woman.

Brianna pulled his penis down so that she could take him deeper into her mouth as she griped the base of his shaft, rubbed his sac that was so much heavier and bigger than Luke’s. His soft gasps of pleasure let her know that frenzied claims on him would get him ready. She slipped the fingers of one hand between his butt cheeks, felt Ethan clench them as her fingers teased his anus.

“Not there…there’s no time for that too!” He bent to kiss her, stared into her eyes and met Brianna’s hungering stare. “There’s no way back from this…none at all!”

“I don’t want that….”

“Good…”

Ethan pushed her back on the mat and buried his face to her slit, sucked on her Pussy lips in a frenzy, darted his long tongue deep into her, Brianna’s bucking hips no brake on what he sought of her. He moved, dipped two fingers inside her slicked heat and worked in slow circular movements an going ever deeper.

“I want you ready for me,” she heard him say, as he probed her Pussy, tugged on her lips, then darted his tongue into her; combined every move to pleasure her.

“Just bring it to me!” she groaned, her breaths becoming quicker and sharper as he found her, dragged his fingers down to bring different sensations to her Pussy walls. She kept on bucking her hips, squirmed and squeezed his head with her thighs but that just made him want her more. “Oh my god…Ethan! Go on…oh go on!”

Her calls made him lift her hips off the mat and he slicked her crack, fingered her Ass before his tongue flickered over it, probed urgently but did not enter. She was on fire, writhed in her passion and lost it, his ways pushing her over the edge.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” she saw him grin, his devilish look impossible to ignore. She had been made his slave.

“Promise me…promise me that you’ll fuck me!” she gasped. “Go on…fuck me…do it now…please!”

Ethan tormented her with his mouth and fingers, felt Brianna shiver as he succumbed to waves of her orgasmic pleasure as they crashed over her. She felt so wet, could feel her Love juices on her thighs, tasted them on her lover’s lips, Luke’s, when she was fully aroused and after long moments of foreplay. Ethan had found her in no time at all. Now, she felt that she would soak her young, gifted and erotic tormentor; Ethan the young stud soon to be tamping his client, claim her fleshy body and then leave her.

“I’m goin’ to be with you now….”

Ethan felt her Pussy pulsate against his tongue and lips, heard her moan as his licks turned to kisses that progressed up her body, stopped at her hard, long, nipples that were feverishly sucked upon. He kissed her face, placed quick kisses over it before he lingered on her mouth; had her taste herself on his lips before his tongue flitted into her.

“Yes…go there…go there…at last!” she cried out on feeling Ethan settle between her thighs, knelt as he tapped the tip of his penis at her Pussy‘s lips. She parted them with fingers of one hand, slid the other over his chest and gripped his arm as he pushed his way in and kept on going. “You…you beast…you well hung beast of a man!”

She was in another place, felt him plumb her body and tap against the end of her womb, squirmed in demented pleasure as she grew accustomed to his size, his frenzied movements deep inside her, and she squeezing on that hard pole of flesh as fiercely as was possible and her energy allowed.

His breaths were felt on her face; she tore her mouth away from his wild kisses as he fucked her, Brianna now able to take all that he brought into her. He would ease away then bury it again in her slicked heat, the rhythm unrelenting and Ethan’s movements unpredictable.

“You feel so good Brianna…you’re gonna be mine this one time…please me like no one else has done…for some time.”

She knew that she was being used, just as she used him. “Just go on…finish it! Yeah…oh yeah…go on…oh yeah.”

He felt her get wetter and wetter, her Pussy‘s juices leaking out of her and onto his prick; her grip on him lessening but he was in a rhythm now and would please them both. Brianna screamed, suddenly. Her body convulsed and she bucked her hips in a demented and uncontrolled way as she was overwhelmed by her Orgasm. She arched her back than wrapped his body with her legs and tugged, kept on doing that as he shot his load and she spasmed around him, milked his cock and did not push him off her.

“You…you feel so darned good in what you’re doing for me…with me!” he gasped, leaning over her and feeling Brianna’s Hot breaths on his chest as he plumbed her, kept on grinding his meat into her until they knew there was nothing else to give back or to share.

Finally, he drew slowly out of her and knelt on the mats, looked down on her body, slid his hands over her thighs, belly and then her breasts, flattened and splayed out across her chest. He gave her a wondering, knowing smile.

“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I sure needed that…and you met my needs….it’s not a secret.”

“I came to clean your pool…got so much more. What else is in it for me?”

She moved lithely away from him and stumbled to her feet.

“Meet me in the pool…show me what else you can do. I’ll make it all worth your while…” She saw him look at a chunky watch that slid over his broad wrist. “You’ve only been here half an hour or so…who’s to know the pol took longer to clean?”

“It will need it…after I’m through!” They fell into the cool waters, swam only a few strokes before they pursued other moves. “If I’m going to be in trouble for being late at my next job, then it had better be worth it…misses Hoffmann!”

She laughed as he lifted her up against him and she felt him enter her body in a slow plumbing stroke. “I’ll put in a word for you…but thank you for calling by. You’ve made my day!”

Working the night shift at the hospital had its compensations, after all. She had met a Pussy bandit and had allowed him to have his way. Her toys could keep after what he had brought to her in no time at all.

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