Chapter 1
"How about a nice cold Coke?" Christine said as she walked up to the slender, golden tanned youth working on the swimming pool filter in her back yard.
"Gee, thanks, Mrs. Gorman," the polite young man replied, accepting the frosted bottle she offered. "It's warm today!"
"Sure is," Christine replied with the beginnings of a smile etching itself on her full, sensual lips as she saw the growing bulge in the crotch of the youth's tight swim trunks. This was the first day she had dared wear her new skimpy bikini and she could see that the maximum exposure of her full, voluptuous body was having an effect on young Bobby Wilson. "Call me Christine, Bobby," she added.
"Okay," the boy responded. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off the older woman's full, pointed tits that were hardly covered with the tiny patches of cloth that passed for a swim suit.
A strange warmth spread through Christine's thirty-six-year-old body when she saw Bobby's young cock straining against the fabric of his trunks. Somehow, it made her feel like a young girl again - a very sexy, desired female! It was a feeling Christine had been lacking the past few years - to be a desired sex object.
Deliberately and slowly, Christine turned around and bent down to pull a weed out of the flower bed next to the pool filter. She knew that the small swatch of cloth that barely covered her buttocks would slip inside the crevice between the full cheeks of her ass and give the youth a full view of her tail. She pulled herself erect again and turned, her eyes fastened on his young groin. Christine almost had to laugh when she saw Bobby's eyes popping out of his head! And his young prick looked like a tent pole stretching the crotch of his swim suit!
Stop teasing the boy, she scolded herself! His yearning body will ache and torture him until he can't sleep tonight! "Think you'll have the pool ready for tomorrow?" she asked. It was Bobby Wilson's responsibility to clean the pool and the filter and keep the proper amount of chemicals in the water. His father had volunteered Bobby if Christine agreed to give swimming or life-saving lessons this summer to all the young people in the immediate few blocks of the neighborhood.
"Oh, sure!" Bobby replied, forcing his eyes away from the sexy woman's almost naked body and starting to attach the vacuum hose to the inlet to the filter. "All I have to do is clean it now and it'll be ready. Dad says I'll probably have to clean it every day and back-wash the filter at least three times a week because of all the kids who'll be swimming."
"My husband said that you'll have to test the water for chemicals every night," Christine said.
"Sure," Bobby responded. "That only takes a couple of minutes with the test kit your husband bought. By the way, when will Mr. Gorman be home?"
"Oh, he'll be away all summer, Bobby," Christine commented with a sigh. "He's in a training program in Detroit. It's like going to school, and it won't be through until the Friday before Labor Day."
"Gee," the boy commented as he turned the valves on the filter, "I'll bet you sure get lonely with him away like that."
Christine watched the lean, muscular boy begin cleaning the pool. It amused the thirty-six-year-old woman to see that his penis was still hard and straining against his trunks. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be only eighteen like Bobby again - with all of life's wonderful pleasures waiting to be discovered?
"Well, it does get a little lonely," she replied, walking around the edge of the small pool and lowering herself to a sitting position on the lip directly opposite of where he was working. She dangled her feet in the water, fully aware that her pubic hair was now escaping from beneath the small V-shaped piece of cloth that was supposed to cover her pussy.
"Lonely and damned frustrating" Christine said to herself! Not that Larry was anything special in the sack! For the past five years, in fact, Christine's sex life with her husband had been something lesser than dull. But at least it satisfied, in some degree, the physical urgings in her body.
She saw the youth's eyes fix on her crotch, and Christine deliberately spread her thighs several inches to give him a better view. The movement gave her a delightfully wicked feeling and she felt a familiar itch begin in her groin.
"That area is pretty clean," Christine suggested with a repressed giggle when she noticed that the boy had been cleaning one part of the floor of the pool over and over as he stared at her crotch.
"Oh! Sure," he said as he quickly changed positions.
Christine lowered her body until her back was pressed against the cement apron of the pool. She let the warmth of the bright sun seep into her body, and returned to thinking that she still had reservations about teaching the neighborhood children to swim this summer. Not that she couldn't handle the task. She had been a swimming champion in high school and she had taught swimming several years at the YWCA. She just wasn't sure she wanted the responsibility and the involvement, what with Larry out of town.
The Gormans had been the envy of the block since they had the small pool installed in their back yard. They had bought it three years ago with the bonus Larry had received from the automobile dealership where he was Service Manager. It had been both a dreamed-of luxury and a status symbol for the Gormans. Larry had worked long hard hours as a garage mechanic, foreman, assistant service manager, and finally service manager. They were by no means wealthy, but they were comfortable - and that was what the pool seemed to symbolize for them.
Christine often wondered if others realized that she and Larry still had to struggle and practice little economies to meet their monthly bills? Screw the neighbors, she thought! Lately Christine had withdrawn from the friendships she had developed over the years. It was all part of that restless feeling which had been following her every action for the past few months. Christine knew, but refused to fully accept, that her problem was sexual. At thirty-six she was still a very attractive woman. Her five-foot-five-inch figure was relatively free of fat. Oh, she wasn't as thin as she had been in her teens - but who was? Christine was proud of the fact that with diet and exercise she hadn't allowed her body to become flabby. Her breasts, always one of her outstanding assets, were still firm and proud on her chest. And she had been able to avoid the ballooning ass many of her friends seemed to have fallen prey to.
Her husband's increasing lack of interest in her body, and Christine's growing desire to prove herself to still be a sensual, attractive woman, had made her think, over the past few months, about the possibilities of having an affair with someone else. What held her back was the knowledge that she wanted the excitement and satisfaction of an affair without all of the emotional involvement that was almost always present.
Opening her eyes, Christine found Bobby standing close by her side. She saw him staring down at her almost naked body while he busied himself with the ritual of cleaning the pool.
"Do you like to swim?" she asked softly, smiling inwardly at the sight of his rigid, surging prick standing straight out at his crotch.
"I ... I never really learned very good," Bobby replied in a faltering voice. "You were a champion, weren't you?"
"In high school," Christine said as she propped herself up on her elbows. "I thought you took lessons, Bobby."
"I did," he responded with the magic smile of youth lighting up his face. "One or two lessons. I guess I didn't learn much, though."
"Why not?"
"Aw, there were so many in the class," he replied. "And the instructor kept showing us what to do, but he never helped us much."
"Sounds like you didn't like your instructor," Christine said.
"Not much. My Dad said the guy was a fag. He gave certain kids a lot of attention - kids who didn't mind him rubbing up against them a lot - you know what I mean?"
"And you weren't that type of boy?" Christine prompted, a little surprised that the boy was speaking so freely with her.
"Not with a guy," Bobby said firmly. "If it had been a gal - well, that would have been different! But I guess I'm just not that lucky."
"Why, Bobby, you sound like you want to be a regular Don Juan!" Christine chided.
"My Dad says it's normal for a guy to want girls," Bobby replied, defensively.
"Of course it is!" Christine agreed with a laugh. "And I'll bet a boy with your good looks and body really makes out great with the girls."
"Aw, most of them say I'm too square!" Bobby complained.
"I'll bet you're not," Christine said, staring pointedly at his bulging groin.
"Heck, no!" Bobby sighed. "But you know how silly girls can get. Maybe if I learn to swim I can show how good I am physically and then really make out down at the public pool this summer."
"I'm sure you can," Christine replied, choking back a laugh at the equation between sports and sex. "If you'd like, I'll give you a private lesson as soon as you finish the pool."
"That would be great!" he replied enthusiastically. "It won't take me five minutes more. All I have left is that area over there."
"Okay," Christine said, pulling herself to her feet. "I'll get some towels."
When Christine returned from the house with two beach towels, she found Bobby coiling up the hose.
"That was fast!" she said with a smile.
"There wasn't much left to do," he said. "I'm ready now, if you are."
"Okay. The first thing, Bobby, is to let me see just how much you have learned about swimming. I have to know that before I can start teaching you. So why don't you get in the shallow end of the pool and show me what you've learned."
"Sure."
Christine had to smile when she saw his prick sticking straight out from his groin as the boy jumped in the shallow end of the pool.
"What do you want me to do first?" he asked as he stood in the water half way up to his chest.
"Show me what you learned," Christine responded. "Did you learn how to breathe in the water?"
Christine's professional eye watched the boy demonstrate the things he had learned at the swimming classes. She recognized the problems immediately. The instructor had started the class all wrong! The very first thing was to overcome a human's natural fear of water by teaching how to float. Bob had not been taught correctly how to float, and once he learned he would no longer be afraid of sinking. Then he could learn how to stroke his arms and kick his legs.
Christine walked to the diving board and executed a graceful swan dive into the refreshing water. She swam quickly to the shallow end of the pool.
"Now watch me," she said as she stood next to the young boy. "I'm going to float. That's the first thing you have to learn, and it's the easiest thing in the world. Watch my body."
Christine spread her arms wide and slowly raised her legs from the bottom of the pool, executing the classic back floating position. She floated for several minutes while the boy watched, then brought her feet to the floor of the pool again.
"Did you see what I did?"
"Yes," the boy replied.
"Now you try it."
He hesitated. "I'll sink to the bottom," he said seriously.
"No you won't," Christine assured him. "I'm going to be right beside you and I won't let you sink - I promise. Spread your arms."
She watched the willing boy follow her instructions, but she knew his body was much too tense. Speaking softly and reassuringly to him, she had him bring his legs up. Reaching down, beneath the water, Christine placed her hand at the small of his muscular back and supported him as he came up. She knew she was holding him up when he finally managed to get in the floating position, but all she wanted was for him to achieve a degree of confidence so that his young body would relax. "Hey! I'm floating!"
"That's right," Christine said softly, noting that in his newfound excitement he had lost his gorgeous hard-on.
It's just as well, she told herself. "Now just relax, Bobby."
"Don't let me sink!"
"I won't," she replied quickly. "Just relax your body. You won't sink, I promise." Gradually, she felt his tension leave.
"That's it," she encouraged, "relax! See how easy it is?"
Slowly and carefully, Christine gradually slackened the support of her hand against his back. She kept up a constant stream of chatter to divert his attention while she removed her supporting hand completely from his back, until she knew he was floating entirely by himself.
"Why, I'll certainly say you learned how to float much faster than most students!" she exclaimed.
When he saw that she was standing several feet from him with both of her hands out of the water, he immediately began to sink.
Laughing, Christine stepped forward and grabbed his twisting, thrashing body.
Christine felt the boy's hand come up between her thighs. When he touched her pubic mound, the older woman wondered if it was an accident - or was he simply copping a feel? It didn't matter. What mattered was that the touch of his hand on her pussy had sent a series of sparks raging through her system!
Moving naturally, she brushed her hand against his crotch. Fair's fair, she smiled to herself as she felt his penis shoot erect. Christine knew that it had been limp before she touched it, and yet it became rigidly hard like it was spring loaded. All in one little touch!
Clinging to her, rubbing his body against hers as he pulled her down into the water, Christine knew it was no accident when his grasping hand held her breast for a long, long moment, squeezing before it let go.
And it was certainly no accident the way her body was responding! She felt her nipples pop erect and press against the patches of material covering her breasts! And the way he was brazenly rubbing his hard-on against her thigh! Christine knew that it was deliberate, especially when his hard prick pushed in a fucking movement against her crotch!
The thirty-six-year-old woman could have stopped their playful wrestling in the water, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was so exciting, so physically stimulating!
When Christine felt the young boy's excited hand crawling up her thighs, she wickedly parted her legs. Then she felt his fingers slip beneath the tight fabric of her string swim suit, and her heart seemed to skip a beat!
"Oh, Bobby! We shouldn't!" she moaned.