The afternoon heat was brutal, yet the water in the pool appeared invitingly cool. I lay back on the lounge chair and let the sun warm my skin. However, my attention was drawn to the pool guy. He was a college junior from next door, employed to skim the leaves and maintain the proper chemical balance. Today, he was working very slowly. As he reached the skimmer pole across the deep end, he was wearing worn swim trunks and a little sheen of sweat on his tanned back. He was trying not to stare at me, but I noticed his eyes darting my way every time I moved. I decided to make it tougher for him to concentrate. I’ve spoken to him a few times before, and this led me to find out that he loves taboo phone sex.
I’m no stranger to taboo phone sex; I mean, look at me! Older men and even younger men find me attractive enough to say their deepest and darkest desires to me. I’m an anything-goes kind of girl! Standing up briskly, I strolled to the pool’s edge, just where he was working. I let my sunglasses drop down the bridge of my nose, drawing his attention. “It’s scorching today,” I stated, lowering my voice an octave. “You look like you’re melting out here.”
He hesitated, grasping the metal pole even tighter, his knuckles becoming white. “Just… Standard summer maintenance,” he mumbled, a flush crawling up his neck. I knew exactly what he wanted to do with me; he wanted to tell me all of his taboo fantasies. I reached out and grabbed his hand. “Why don’t you come cool off with me?” I offered. “The water is perfect, and I could use some company.” His eyes looked down at my tits, and he dropped the petal poll. His job was forgotten, and he grabbed my hips. He agreed to take a break with me. Over the course of 10 minutes, I got him to tell me every little detail of his taboo phone sex fantasies, how he wanted to explore his darkest desires with my tight pussy. I agreed. Why don’t we explore your desires together, baby? Call 1-888-662-6482 and ask for Claire!
