This summer I got my first job. However, it doesn’t mean that I finished successfully my school degree and that a company required my services as a young talent. Instead of that, I had to find a job as my family is suffering money troubles because of Covid-19. They have a restaurant and as many others had to do, they closed their business. Thus, the amount of money they were earning was shortened.

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I have a great relationship with my family, maybe because I’m a single son. When all of this started, we discussed about our situation and the future, and we decided to cut the amount of money they used to give me. So, I started to look for a job which allowed me in some way, to keep my life style with less support from my parents.

 

Thanks to some of their contacts I could find one, and thus, I started to work for “Spotless pools Mr.Öscar”. I’m sure this is not the work for all my life, but it is not too much hard and it allows me to be in contact with a lot of nice people; although one thing for sure, the salary is really small; if I would have to buy a house with it, probably to pay the mortgage takes me around 150 years. But I just need a bit of extra-money, and for that this is enough.

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My day-life of summer is very simple. From Monday to Friday, early in the morning, I receive a schedule for the day. This is a perfect route designed by Mr.Öscar himself in order to I lose the lesser time driving from one pool to another, so I can clean the most during the day.

 

When I saw my schedule this morning, I was given a happiness, because today I have to clean Ms.Quarterfinals’ pool. 

Ms.Quarterfinals (complete name: Cherry Quarterfinals) is a very nice woman who lives alone. Her ex-husband decided to scape with his secretary and send her, monthly, a big payment in return for the damages. Besides, she has two children, few older than me, who are living out of the city.

 

In spite of living alone, she likes that house; as she told to me once, she loves having a swimming pool and now that she is in the habit of having one, and also a place where do sunbathing, she can’t imagine living without it. 

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I like her. She is always worried about me meanwhile I’m working at her pool; she talks to me and she brings me iced tea or lemonade that she herself makes. Besides, I think she is a hot woman. She must be around her mid 40s, although by her charm and her figure is easy to believe she is younger. She is really pretty.

 

I remember the first time I worked at her pool. I became out of breath when she opened the door and all her stunning beauty buried me in the darkness, like snow from an avalanche buries everything on its way. She noticed my reaction, but surely, she being used to be in situations like that, she knew what to do and what to say to make me recover the breath and the rest of senses I had lost, in order to I could behave as a human being instead of like a monkey, and so, we could have a smart conversation. Furthermore, she always gives me a 20 bucks tip, and that it's unfortunately very uncommon.

 

At midday the sun is at its highest point and the heat is going up pitiless. She, as beautiful as always, opens the door and makes me come in. I can’t avoid stammering and feel nervous. My movements become clumsy and I´m about to break some things which are on a table with my cleaning pool tools in the way across the house to the pool. 

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She calms me at the time she replaces the things in its place without giving importance to what happened. She leaves me at the garden door and with a beautiful smile on her beautiful face she advertises me that she is making iced tea and that she will bring me a glass soon. 

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I start my task as the true professional and hard-worker that I struggle to be. Although inside my head, I'm longing to see Ms.Quarterfinals again and make a break into my day to drink iced tea, and to be with her too. 

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When she finally appears, she does it as the most beautiful flower of the garden, she wears a vivid colors bikini and a sarong and she brings two glasses of iced tea. Then, the garden where we are, that would have been away of my memory as one more between many others, turns to the garden where I born and where I want to live forever. 

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I had never seen before Ms.Quarterfinals that way; she showing off so naked flesh, with all her perfect body-shape to where leaves and bushes run their admiration as if she were their source of light; and she bearing that bust, so finely rounded by the bikini cups, it from where I could find exactly its great volume using π, if I were able to remember the right formula; but, there is nothing else than she in my head right now.

 

I blush because my dick, right now, is really hard and she’s noticing it. The fact seems to amuse her and she shows her satisfaction up through a kind of teasing too much certain so as to make me feel more confident.

 

 And she:

 

 - Take this sweetheart, you look like stressed. Take it easy! Forget the swimming pool. I’m not going to present a complain to your boss. Let’s sit and talk for a while. I’ve been bored all the morning. -

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I cannot do another thing than accept her invitation. Thus, I sit down in a sun bed and conceal the lump of my pants, I covering it as I can with my glass. I like her and I don’t want to be rude, so I try to relax myself and start a conversation. However, at the moment I sit in the sun bed, I discover she’s a wild cat, because she jumps eagerly over me.

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I’m young but I have experience and although I’m surprised, I’m happy she did it and we enroll in a battle of passionate kisses.

 

My hands run in haste to her big tits. I had craved for doing that since the first moment I saw her, and now I can’t believe it's happening, but it's happening, and just like I had imagined her breast is hard and soft; the perfect shelter for my lust. I uncover it and watch the beautiful shape it’s formed with, as I listening her groaning once I untie the bikini’s knot to strip it out.

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I grab her tits from its base with both hands and I squeeze and bring them to my mouth. This working like the volume control of a loudspeaker; it getting her moans sound higher and hotter. I feel her hands in the base of my head pushing me against her chest. I like it, and I’m striving to squeeze and suck it stronger to satisfy her. 

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Her flesh is sweet, especially on her nipples, which are pointing straightly to me, it demanding my attention. I gnaw on them and don’t let they lose its firmness, it without I forget Ms.Quarterfinals’ warm mouth; where I go like the child that goes to the candy shop to get his sweet relief.

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We groan and we found ourselves in a burning blaze. The sun is falling over our bodies and makes us sweat, it fueling the ardor by which the fire seizes our skin at each contact and lubricates the wheel of our lust, so as to keep going ahead more easily.

 

My t-shirt is an obstacle for Ms.Quarterfinals and she strips me out pressing immediately my chest against her, she hurling herself again to the abyss of our lips with a heap of wild kisses in a complete sex-impulse-mad-driving, it leaving me against the ropes, under her rule. 

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I like she devouring me, I do nothing in opposition. I’m a greedy of her kisses and much more of her passion. I enjoy liking her and I do what she likes in order to more wood be put inside the fire.

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She’s amazing. Her moves and moans are wildly sexy and full of erotism, but even so, I find in her eyes a great tenderness endorsing me.

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She steals my breath again when she brings her hands to my pants and releases my cock, which is in a state astonishingly hard. She starts sucking it and all I know about Ms.Quarterfinals start to mix with gags, spit and my cock inside her throat, it bounding me to forget everything what not be, keep hard.

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My radius of action is not going farthermost than the sun bed where Ms.Quarterfinals and I are. Although, I can hear the pool’s water jets, which are constantly working, by luck, helping me to focus myself on what I’m doing. 

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Ms.Quarterfinals’ mouth is like a beast’s mouth eating up its prey without even chew it. She engulfs my whole cock leaving outside only my balls, which she reaches to touch with her tongue. She stares tenderly at me while she is choking and despite the mess made around the blowjob’s area with all the spit, her beauty not loses even a point; I just can close my eyes, take her hair in a horse-tail at the back of her head and do enjoy how she comes my roll of flesh until the truly deep of her throat, how she sucks it and how she licks it.

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Sometimes she flaps it against her tongue for regaining the breath and then she keeps doing it harder. She has none inhibition at all already; and a yearning for eat her pussy lands softly on my head like a parachutist lands on the ground after a silent fall.

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I get up and strip her out completely. I make her lay down, facing up and opened legs to sink my mouth in her shaved pussy, I’m starving of her raw pink flesh. She’s wet and starts groaning sweetly when I insert my tongue in her pussy and I lick it all from down to up.

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I like her taste and its shape, it made of two curtains of pink flesh which acting as a crown for her crotch with an exquisite gem in form of clit shining at the peak. The outer lips are juicy and quite soft and I take care of keeping them aglow by sucking hard all the area at the same time.

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Ms.Quarterfinals is enjoying my feast and with her spine curved and touching herself her tits, a battery of spams make shake all her body while she moans.

 

I like her sounds of pleasure. I intensify the pace of licking and sucking with a special attention to her clit, through which I get her warmest and loudest moans.

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She leans to me helping herself with the elbow resting on the sun bed for pulling my head, with the other hand, stronger to her pussy. I enjoy driving her completely mad by pleasure. Now, I’m her baby and she spurs me to keep doing as I’m doing it.

 

I slide two fingers straightly into the depths of her pussy, it making emerge the hottest welcome from her body, which receives them gladly with pleading groans in order to they stay coming in and going out, they escorting my mouth and tongue, which are wandering around her sweet and flooded beautiful pink cave. Her sage is so sweet and her flesh so juicy that a rainbow from the sky of the place where my senses dwells, brights more intensely than ever; and on the ground, a white horse, the most beautiful one, gallops free and wild across the vivid green grass. I’m that horse and Ms.Quarterfinals’ pussy is the ground where I gallop on free and wild, no doubt.

 

Moans, quivers and spams stop. A requirement came overcoming all the other things which could be done. She wants I fuck her and I’m not in the labor of deny such a thing or whatever other thing demanded by her. I’m burning, my cock is amazingly hard and her well-shaped glazed body by all the fluids, is a marvelous invitation to satisfy her desires, any of them.

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I approach my hard cock to her wet slot of pink flesh; I feel her breath greatly shaken as she wailing before the imminent join of our bodies. I’m anxious as well to come inside her, and after a small backward movement of my hips, I push my sturdy cock down against her pussy, I inserting it until the very end of her crotch and I feeling her inside as warm and wet as a hairless armpit within a sauna.

 

We fuck as wild animals with an unruly symphony of synchronized movements which our bodies are going playing out without need of being thought previously. We improvise letting ourselves to be driven by our passion, which is lubed by the attraction we feel each other, to our naked form and to all what we are doing.

 

I come a couple of fingers into Ms.Quarterfinals’ mouth and she sucks it. She spurs me and I increase the pace and the power. We speak a language that needs no words, which brings us to another level of our senses, and it makes us enjoy freely through our sexes.

 

My cock is hard and sometimes seems even to keep growing, it fed by her soaked and soft pussy, from where it comes in and comes out unstoppable. Our synchronization is perfect. Face to face we go more into the depths of our desires marking each step forward with torrid moans. We never recede. She gives herself to me with a great bounty which prettifies her body, and I lunge it emboldened with all the muscles of my body tight.

 

We forsake nothing. We move nimbly to change our position and she starts to ride my cock. I face up and she bestrides me; I got an amazing view of her wonderful breast and her pleasant face delivered to the ecstasy of the flesh. I love watching her rejoicing in it, multiplying by ten all her beauty. I grab her hips and I try to come deeper at each one of her beats.

 

Every inch of her body is pure untied sensuality. She knows perfectly well how to ride and the way to achieve her orgasm. She brings one hand to her clit and starts rubbing it without losing the pace, she boosting her moans to the highest point and bursting in pleasure.

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My pleasure is intense and sweet as I looking at her how she affirms and demands more log within her fire, so as to she let herself to be invaded gladly by the hectic final storm of passion.

 

Her pussy starts beating stronger and becomes tighter at the moment she starts announcing she is going to cum.

 

Her moans are intense and deep as she orgasms, and it joined to her electric movements, the activity which will trigger the eruption of my dick, turns itself on. I don’t want to spoil her orgasm so I slow the pace, although not the power, watching at her so that I synchronize my beats to what her body looks like need each second; until my mind becomes blind of boiling pleasure, it making useless every kind of attempt to delay even for a little more my orgasm.

 

I announce her my cum. She gets on her knees between my spread legs and she brings her mouth to my foreskin to sucking it and stroking it, it making me cum all around her face and on her tongue.

 

I give her a big load with a deep moan that she really enjoys. She licks my cock covered with my hot cream, she plays with it inside her mouth and spits it as she was squeezing until the last drop sucking and stroking my sex.

 

Our engines low its revolutions slowly as she gives me the last soft strokes. Her muttering words point me that she is clearly sated, and she says good-bye my cock, like the lady who kisses her beloved knight fearing to not see him again, because he has to depart to the battle.

 

Finally, she gets up and gives me a towel. I can see perfectly well her beautiful body in all its grace and I feel tickles inside my belly. I realize one more time she is a really hot woman. I’ve never been with a woman like her.

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And she:

 

 - Dear, I’m sure you have work to do. What about if you come back tonight? I would like it. Now, I go to the shower. Please, close the door when you go out and don’t forget take your tip on the small table at the hall. Bye, honey! -

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I look at her ass when she goes. It’s amazingly beautiful; perfect on its shape and firmness at least for my preference.

 

I set my clothes up and pick my tools. I must go to continue my day. 

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Inside of the house I hear the shower in some place from the first floor and an image of the water flowing on Ms.Quarterfinals’ body makes beat my cock as saying “we have to come back tonight, buddy” and I agree.

 

A 20 dollars-bill is right in the place she said. I take it, leaving in its place a piece of paper where I write “See you tonight”. Then, I leave the house as happy and satisfied, as a child eating a lollipop, and having the feeling that this summer is going to come very hot.