By the Pool

The sun was relentless that afternoon, the kind of heat that seeped into your skin and made you want to do nothing but lounge in the shade with an ice-cold drink. I had settled on a lounger by the pool, a glass of lemonade sweating on the side table beside me. The house was quiet— my husband was at work, and the kids were away at camp. For the first time in what felt like forever, I had the house, the pool, and the day entirely to myself.

Or so I thought.

I heard the creak of the gate before I saw him. Logan, the pool boy, strode in with his usual confidence, his lithe, tan frame catching the sunlight as he carried his tools. He had that boyish charm about him— messy blond hair, a slightly crooked grin, and eyes that sparkled like he was in on a secret no one else knew.

“Morning, Mrs. Carter,” he called, setting his gear down near the pool.

I sat up, lowering my sunglasses. “Morning, Logan. You’re here early.”

He shrugged, flashing that crooked smile. “Figured I’d get a head start before the heat gets unbearable.”

As he started skimming the surface of the pool, I couldn’t help but watch him. The way his muscles flexed with every movement, the sheen of sweat on his arms, the easy grace with which he moved— it was impossible not to notice. He was hot.

“Hot day, huh?” I said, my voice casual.

He glanced up, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. “Sure is. You’re lucky to have this pool to cool off in.”

“You’re welcome to jump in when you’re done,” I offered, half-joking.

Logan’s grin widened. “Careful, Mrs. Carter. I might take you up on that.”

There was something in his tone, something that made my pulse quicken. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that— he was younger, probably no older than twenty-two, and he worked for me. But the way he looked at me, like he saw more than just a bored housewife lounging by the pool, was intoxicating.

I leaned back, letting the straps of my sundress slip off my shoulders, exposing the bikini I wore underneath. “It’s too hot for this,” I said, more to myself than to him, but I noticed the way his eyes flickered toward me before quickly darting away.

“I’ll just, uh, finish up here,” he said, his voice a little strained.

I smiled, feeling a spark of confidence I hadn’t felt in years. “Take your time.”

Logan finished his work quickly, but instead of leaving, he hesitated by the edge of the pool. “Are you serious about that offer, Mrs. Carter?”

I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “What offer?”

“To jump in,” he said, tugging his shirt over his head and revealing a lean, toned chest.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Go ahead,” I said, my voice softer now.

He dove in, the splash cooling the air around us. When he surfaced, his hair slicked back and water dripping down his face, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“You’re not coming in?” he asked, swimming to the edge and resting his arms on the side, his gaze fixed on me.

“I might,” I said, standing and letting my dress fall to the ground. His eyes widened just slightly as he took in my bikini-clad figure, and I felt a thrill run through me.

I slid into the water, the coolness a welcome contrast to the heat building between us. “Better?” I asked, floating closer to him.

“Much,” he said, his voice low.

We were only a foot apart now, the tension between us crackling like electricity. “You’ve been working hard, Logan,” I said, my fingers trailing through the water. “You deserve a break.”

He laughed softly, his gaze dropping to my lips. “You’re making it very hard to stay professional, Mrs. Carter.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whispered, closing the distance between us.

The moment our lips met, the world seemed to tilt. His kiss was eager, almost hesitant at first, but when I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, he responded with an intensity that made my knees weak.

His hands slid to my waist, holding me firmly as he deepened the kiss. The water lapped around us, but all I could feel was the heat of his body against mine.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, pulling back just enough to search my face.

“Yes,” I said, my voice breathless. “I’ve never been more sure.”

That was all he needed. He lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the edge of the pool as his lips moved to my neck, my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder. Every touch ignited a fire within me, one I hadn’t felt in years.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, gasping as his hands explored the curves of my body. “Logan,” I murmured, my voice heavy with need.

I gasped as I felt his finger slip into the waistband of my panty and pull them down just enough for himself.

As he moved back a little, lips not leaving my neck, I quickly shimmered off the panty.

Logan took his position between my legs and in the next second, drove his cock into me so fucking easily.

“Fuck! You're so fucking big!” I moaned, throwing my head back.

He didn't respond. He picked up a pace as he began fucking into me while his lips and tongue traced the skin of my neck.

“S… so good. Faster… fuck… faster, please. Harder,” I begged shamelessly.

Logan was a kind man. He heeded my plea and immediately began pounding into me, my back hitting the tiled wall of the pool with each thrust. I could barely feel the pain.

All I could feel was pleasure as Logan fucked me until I could barely form any words.

“I’m close… fuck… I'm sorry. I'm so close,” he whispered, hips bucking faster.

I hugged him tighter. I was close too, anyway.

It didn't take long before both our moans combined as our orgasms hit us at the same time. 

I hooked my legs around Logan's waist when he tried to pull out and let him cum deep inside of me.

I couldn't get pregnant anymore so there was no point in letting the opportunity to get filled up waste.

We held each other tightly through our orgasms until we could breathe properly again.

“That was...” Logan began, but he trailed off, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

“Unexpected?” I offered, laughing softly.

He nodded, his smile turning more serious. “But amazing.”

I reached out, brushing a strand of wet hair from his forehead. “You don’t regret it, do you?”

“Not for a second,” he said, his voice steady.

And that was all that mattered.

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