Chapter 1

This whole story started the year between my sophmore and junior year in High School. We had gotten a pool at home several years before and I learned how to take care of it. I learned to keep it running because I loved to swim, and my dad was a lazy piece of shit. Having him move out that March made my life a lot easier. He left me and mom, accusing us of always putting him down, never supporting him... blah blah blah. Sorry you have a wife and son who are smarter and have more common sense than you, you fuckwit.

Anyway, Dad was gone, so I was the man of the house. I was 15 at the time, and interested in going out for football in the fall. Several things happened that summer to help me along. I grew several inches by June, I was working out with weights and drinking protein shakes a lot, and I got my first pool job for Mrs. Johnson, my mom's best friend. Mom had been going on to her friends about how much better life was, and how I had been such a huge help around the house, especially with the pool.

Mrs. Johnson, or Patty, was one of the women she had been talking to and had mentioned that she couldn't figure things out and with her husband gone so much, she was looking for a pool boy. Was I interested?

"Mrs. Johnson? Are you serious? Of COURSE I am interested!!!" I yelled to my mother.

We were in the kitchen and she had been talking about her day with the girls and how when she brought up the great job I was doing, her friend Patty had been interested. I didn't tell her that I always refered to her friend as "Patty who gives me a Fatty". Patty Johnson was about 5'10" had long muscled legs from playing tennis, a nice round ass, and tits made for sucking. How she ended up with her husband was beyond me.

Mom, of course thought I was just interested in the money. Me? I was interested in the minute possibility of seeing Patty in a bathing suit. It was tuesday, school had ended the friday before, and she wanted me to come over as soon as humanly possible. I wolfed down dinner, tore into the garage to put everything together for the next day, and was up in my room trying to figure out what to wear, all in about 2 minutes. Got some clothes that were fairly nice, showed off my chest and biceps, but were still easy to work in. Then I spent the next three hours taking turns beating off, cleaning myself up, trying to sleep, beating off some more until I finally crashed.

I woke up early the next morning, put all the stuff in a cart, attached it to my bike, and rode the mile and a half to Patty Johnson's house. We lived in an okay neighborhood, my dad had gotten the pool thru one scam or another. The Johnson's however lived on the 'good' side of town. Manicured lawns, full-time nanny's, a mercedes or bmw in every driveway.

I got to their street and turned down their driveway, pumping the pedals up the steep incline. Their house overlooked the canyon and had a fantastic view, well, once the fog burned off. It was around 8:30 when I finally parked my bike and my stuff by the back gate. Thier pool was about three times the size of ours, kidney shaped and had a cool diving board at one end. A hot tub was raised up three steps on one side, and it overflowed into the pool. All in all a really nice setup. I was eyeing where things were when I heard the door open.

"My you're up early!" a voice declared behind me.

I turned around to see Patty in a skintight workout uniform, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. Her red hair was back in a pony tail, with some of the hair escaping and lightly covering her forehead. The black and pink jog bra and bike shorts left nothing at all to the imagination from the 2 second glance I threw her way, before looking at her face.

Patty was beautiful in a Marilyn Monroe, breathy kind of way. Heavy lidded eyes conveyed sexuality even when she wasn't trying. I hadn't seen her in a while, so she kind of left me speechless.

"Hello? Anyone alive in there?" she said, smiling brightly. "Jesus Duncan, when did you get all huge and gorgeous?" She came and gave me a hug, squeezing her firm breasts against my ribs. I hugged her back awkwardly as she pulled back and gripped my bicep.

"Been working out eh? Me too!" she said, spinning around in a circle. I admired the way her ass tightened as she spun to show off.

"You sure have Mrs. Johnson. You look fantastic!"

"Why thank you Duncan. Oh, but you don't want to sit around talking to an old fart! Let me show you the pool so you can get finished and go have fun with your girlfriend."

She put her hand on the gate, waiting for me to respond. My gaze dropped to her amazing tits as I murmured, "Don't have a girlfriend, Mrs. Johnson."

"REALLY!" she twittered. "Well, then I have you all to myself then, don't I?" She opened the gate and stood in front of it to hold it open. I grabbed some of the stuff out of the cart and walked inside.

It was laid out like a japanese rock garden, plain, but appealing. We walked up the path, her in front, me following the rippling muscles in her ass and thighs. Her waist made my mouth water for want of grabbing it and sticking my dick in her. At this point, the bike shorts rode up a little, exposing part of her curved ass cheek.

Blood rushed into my groin as she moved down to a cabin behind a large rock facade. There were two doors leading to changing rooms, and a third that housed the mechanics of the pool. I took a quick look and saw that the levels were all off, that there was too much water flowing too quickly and the filter needed a desparate cleaning.

"Ooooh, I think I see whats up Mrs. Johnson."

"Dearest, if you are going to work for me, call me Patty. Mrs. Johnson makes me feel old. Hot young men are supposed to make me feel young!" She had moved close to see inside the small room, brushing her breasts against my right arm. I could feel her nipples through the fabric, practically scratching my skin. I turned quickly, hoping to distract her from the tip of my cock threatening to poke out, but all I accomplished was to bring her closer to me.

She had beautiful blue eyes, dark red hair, and pale freckled skin. Her ears were upswept almost like an elf's and her smile made her button nose rise a little. I wanted more than anything to reach out and kiss her, but I didn't want to lose the job, and I especially didn't want to get slapped. She stared into my eyes for almost a full minute, neither of us saying anything before she leaned forward and kissed my cheek softly.

"Let me know when you're done." she said in a deep sexy voice. I was not sure what had just happened, but it sure seemed significant. She walked away slowly, turning to look back at me staring at her. As she slipped into the house, she grinned at me, waving.

The first thing I wanted to do was to drop my shorts, beat off, and then beat off some more. The object of my fantasies was THIS close to me. Jesus!! Hmmm, if I can get the pool fixed, maybe she'll swim!

I changed the flow to regulate it better and began cleaning and adjusting the things that needed changing. Gradually the ph changed to what I needed it to be after adding chemicals to the water. The pool itself looked pretty good, no huge acumulation of algae or chlorine burn, so I thought it would be good to swim in the next day.

As if reading my mind, a voice floated out from the upstairs window. "You all done? Can I swim?"

"Nope, sorry Patty, not today" I yelled back up to her.

I waited for her to respond, but heard nothing. I began packing up my stuff when I heard the sliding glass door open behind me. Patty was obviously showered from her wet hair. Her black bikini was small enough to show almost every part of her, yet strong enough to support her ample breasts admirably. My jaw dropped as she walked slowly towards me, our gazes locked on one another. She dropped her gaze to my shorts, mine went right to her chest. It was good that I had pulled my shirt out of my pants because the head of my cock was pushing it's way above my waistband.