I’d been at my mom’s house for a week already, helping her out after her back surgery. My only relief from being her 24/7 nurse was swimming in her backyard pool while she napped during the day. I’ve always loved being in the water, and spent most of my time when I was younger pretending to be a mermaid. I still do sometimes! The other thing I really loved when I got older was when a pool had a nice, strong water jet that could make me orgasm in just a few minutes.
I’d discovered this by accident one day, swimming up to the side of the pool at just the right height for the water jet to hit that magic spot. I was home from college, and taking a swim in my parents’ new pool. I lingered that first time, letting that feeling build up until my body convulsed. I figured I could really use that kind of tension release right about now, so as soon as my mom drifted off to sleep, I quickly put on my suit and hopped into the pool.
I knew there was a great, reliable jet in the shallow end that came out fast and was just the right height. I didn’t waste any time and waded right over to it, leaning my body against the side of the pool. I started spinning a hot, sexy story in my head involving an imaginary pool guy.
It didn’t take long before I felt the first wave of my climax about to hit. My upper body started shuddering, creating ripples in the calm water around me, but before I could ride that orgasmic wave, I heard a surprised voice behind me.
“Oh! There’s usually nobody in this pool. Sorry if I disturbed you!” said a deep, manly voice.
I quickly turned around, wondering why my imaginary pool guy was standing there in real life and just how much he might have seen.
A tall, dark-haired man stood at the edge of the pool, holding pool-cleaning equipment. He looked about my age (50s) and vaguely familiar, but I wasn’t sure where I knew him from. He also looked pretty hot, with a great tan, slightly shaggy dark hair, and bright green eyes.
I realized I hadn’t said anything yet and had just been drinking in his appearance while my head tried to process why my orgasm had been cut off so abruptly. My pussy felt like it was throbbing underwater, and I had to stop myself from pushing back against the jet to finish the job while staring at this sexy stranger.
I saw his eyes travel down to my tits, bobbing in the water in the tiny bikini I was wearing, so I could get a good tan all over. This wasn’t a suit made for swimming.
I finally remembered to speak and tried to sound casual. “Hi! I’m Raven, Michelle’s daughter. She had back surgery this week, and I’m here helping her out. She’s just napping right now, so I took the opportunity for a quick swim.”
“Raven?” he asked. “Did you go to Mackenzie High? Class of ‘92?”
“Yeah, I did. Wait. Holy crap! Shane? You’re my mom’s pool guy?” I said in shock, realizing exactly who he was. We were in the same graduating class, and we had a bit of history involving a drunken hook-up attempt.
“Yeah, this is my pool business,” he said. “Usually there’s a regular pool guy, but your mom wanted to talk to me about a new pool heater, so I came today instead.”
“She’s resting right now, and she really needs it, so there’s no way I’m waking her up. If you have time, you’re welcome to wait,” I said, gesturing to the chairs on the porch. “She usually only naps for about an hour.” I was really hoping he would take me up on the offer so I could keep staring at him.
“Thanks, I think I’d love to sit here and enjoy the view,” he said, looking down at me and smiling in a way that made the throbbing feeling in my pussy intensify.
Instead of sitting in the deck chairs, he slipped off his flip-flops and sat down at the end of the pool, where a little seat ledge was built into the wall. He sat on the edge of the pool, with his legs in the water, and rested his feet on the seat.
I slowly swam back and forth while we chatted and caught up on the last 30 or so years. We were sharing school stories, remembering what it was like when we were seventeen. He looked thoughtful for a moment and then asked, “Didn’t we hook up one time?”
I was wondering if he would bring that up.
“Yeah, senior year. That party where we all got pretty drunk and played Seven Minutes in Heaven,” I admitted.
“Now I remember!” he said, laughing. “You only lasted about five minutes and yelped before bolting out of the closet. I recall it was pretty heavenly up until that, though.”
“It was,” I said, “Until you stuck your finger up my butt! I wasn’t expecting that!” I turned away, trying to hide my cheeks getting red at the memory.
We’d all drunk way too much, and there were about ten of us still hanging on as the party wrapped up. One of my friends suggested a drinking game, and then Shane shouted, “No, let’s play Seven Minutes in Heaven!”
I was standing next to him, and before I knew what was happening, our friends were giggling and shoving us into a dark closet.
He’d grabbed my head and kissed me as soon as the door shut. He was a really great kisser, and it took about a minute before his hands were up my shirt and then another minute before they were down my pants. I’d expected the finger in my pussy, but when he suddenly pulled it out and stuck it up my virgin asshole, I squealed in shock.
I remembered him saying, “Sorry, some girls like that,” before I bolted out of the closet, a confused mix of lust and anger at having such a private part suddenly penetrated.
We never got together again after that. I’d been embarrassed about what he did and how I reacted. I still thought he was hot, but I was too nervous about the things I imagined he might want to try if we hooked up again.
Over the years, I sometimes masturbated to a fantasy where I let him continue that night in the closet. One where I let him put all his fingers in me and then bend over so he can fuck me in the ass. He’s still fucking me after our seven minutes are up, and when the door opens, he keeps going until he comes in my ass in front of everyone.
Shane’s voice suddenly jolted me out of my memory and my dirty little ass-fucking fantasy. “Yeah, I remember you didn’t like it very much. So, do you like it now?” he asked, giving me a flirty smirk.
“Wouldn’t you like to know!” I laughed and swam away, splashing him with my feet as if they were a mermaid tail.
“So, are you just going to sit there and watch me play mermaid until my mom wakes up?” I asked.
“A mermaid, huh? If you were a real mermaid, you wouldn’t be wearing that bikini top,” he said, eyeing my chest with a look of appreciation.
He looked so delicious sitting there on the edge of the pool, and remembering how adventurous he’d been back then made me wonder how he was now. Before I lost my nerve, I undid the strings on my top and let it float away.
“I’d hate to disappoint you with not being a real mermaid then,” I said as I floated on my back, letting him get a good look at my large, naked breasts protruding from the water like my own personal flotation devices.
I heard him cough and saw him adjust himself a little. Good, I was making him react. I liked that.
He made a whistling noise and said, “Wow, you’ve really filled out since high school.”
“Yes, a bit more than you had in your hands back in that closet,” I said with a teasing look as I floated by him, making sure he got a good view of my tits.
“To be honest, I’d love to get both my hands back where they were in that closet, and show you how good it would have felt if you let me keep going,” he said in a way that made me want to find out just how good he could make me feel.
I swam over to him and raised myself up on the ledge, between his legs, where he was resting his feet. I was propped up, half out of the water, just like a mermaid might do. The water beaded on my skin, running down and around my breasts. My nipples hardened as they were exposed to the cool air and stood at attention, begging to be touched.
I leaned over between his legs and put my mouth on his shorts, over one very hard cock. I opened my eyes and looked up at him as I stuck my tongue out a little, teasing his cock as it strained against the flap of his board shorts. I then took the tied strings of his shorts in my teeth and pulled, tugging them loose.
“Am I a real mermaid now?” I asked, as the pink tip of his cock started to peek out of his shorts. I moved my tongue to the exposed skin and licked.
“The hottest, most real mermaid I’ve ever seen,” he said as he shifted his shorts so his cock could spring free.
I lifted myself up higher from the water and sank my mouth down around him. He was a decent size, but not so big that I couldn’t put all of him in my mouth. As I slowly sucked all the way down and all the way back up again, he reached his hand out and lightly pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between his fingers, making me want to rip his shorts off and fuck him right there by the pool.
I finally remembered where I was and that my mom could wake up at any minute. I realized we were going to have to move this forward pretty fast, so I pulled back and looked up. “Do you want to put that finger back in for a second try?” I asked innocently.
“Fuck yeah, I do. I want to put more in more than that.”
“Then you better get in here with me,” I said as I pushed away from the wall and swam to the shallow end.
He stood up and took off his shirt. It looked like he’d started working out after high school. I didn’t remember all those muscles before. I couldn’t wait to feel them up against me.
I swam over to the sun shelf, where there’s just about a foot of water. I leaned over the edge, resting my upper body on the shelf, ass pointed back at Shane as he swam over to me.
“These are going to be in the way of what I want to do to you,” he said as he pulled my pink bikini bottoms down.
For a brief moment, I remembered the high-rise apartment buildings next to my mom’s house and wondered if anyone was watching. I considered stopping to move to a more private area when I felt Shane grab an ass cheek in each hand and spread me wide before plunging his tongue right into my asshole.
I gasped and decided they could watch the show for all I cared. They didn’t know who we were down here.
His tongue was everywhere, my clit, my ass, working me into a frenzy, giving my ass the best tongue fucking of my life.
I could see into my mom’s room from the pool, and my heart nearly stopped when I saw her legs move. I forgot about Shane’s tongue in my ass for a moment as I waited to see if she was going to sit up. When she settled down, I pushed back, fucking Shane’s tongue with renewed urgency. “If you’re going to fuck me, you better do it now because she’s waking up soon.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he said with his face still in my ass, as he took one last big lick.
I pushed up onto my tiptoes, so my bottom half was completely out of the water. My pussy was as dripping wet as the pool around us, and Shane wasted no time lining himself up and pushing into me.
“We probably don’t even have seven minutes this time,” I said as he started pumping himself in and out slowly, like we had all the time in the world.
He leaned over my back and bit my earlobe before whispering in my ear, “I guess I’d better give you what you’ve been waiting for all these years, then,” and he plunged his middle finger deep into my ass as he picked up his pace, fucking me faster.
I squealed again, the same way I’d done in the closet, but this time he reached around and covered my mouth with his hand and kept fucking me.
“We don’t want to wake your mom, now do we?” he asked.
I couldn’t help the squeal. He’d surprised me the same way he’d done back then, by pushing his whole finger in at once. At least this time, his tongue had warmed me up. He’d obviously learned some things since back then.
I heard him spit, and felt the warmth of his saliva hit my ass crack right before he slipped his ring finger in with the middle one, fucking me even harder and faster, hooking his two fingers in and using them to pull me back to slam against him.
Our frantic fucking was creating waves all around us, with water splashing up each time he slammed into me. I was enjoying it so much, I hated that it had to be finished so fast. He pushed himself in deep, burying both his fingers and his cock, and I felt him pulse inside me, cumming at last. I pushed back into him, letting him fill me up until his cum was running out of me, into the pool.
He knew I hadn’t cum yet, so as he pulled out, he said, “I think we’ve still got a couple of those heavenly minutes left to make you happy if you’d like that.”
My mom hadn’t moved again, so I said, “Yes, but make it fast,” and stuck my ass back up for him to finish what he’d started earlier.
I felt him splash the water up onto me, cleaning me off before he dove in. I had a moment to wonder if his cum would be floating around the pool, right before he started eating me out from behind. Then all I could think of was how fast I needed to get that orgasm.
I was on my tiptoes, standing in the pool and leaning on my arms on the sun shelf. I found that every time I dipped my head lower, he was able to access my clit better. I kept lowering my arms and head toward the small bit of water beneath me until I found the absolute best spot was only accessible with my head submerged.
So, I took a deep breath, stuck my ass up in the air, and plunged my head under for as long as I could. If anyone saw us, it might have looked like he was drowning me, but the only thing we were drowning in was lust.
I popped my head up to take a breath, and said, “Don’t stop no matter what,” and stuck my head back down. Each time, I held my breath for as long as I could.
I finally took one big breath and knew I needed to cum fast. I was so close and was just about to run out of air when he reached out and started playing with both my nipples. That was all I needed to push me over the edge, and I came hard, screaming underwater as loud as I wanted, where nobody could hear.
As my screams bubbled up around me, I felt his hand grab my hair and pull my head out of the water. I saw concern on his face as he asked, “Are you OK?”
“OK? This is the best I’ve been since I got here.” I said, as I saw movement in the bedroom and knew we needed to act fast.
“We need to get dressed! My mom is waking up!” I said, swimming off to retrieve my floating swimsuit.
“How long are you going to be here?” Shane asked as I tried to get my boobs back into the tiny bikini top.
“A couple of weeks, probably. Why?”
“Because with some more time and some good lube, I can show you what else I can put in that hot ass of yours,” he said, grabbing me by the butt for one last deep kiss, stroking his fingers between my legs.
Electricity shot through me, and I knew I’d be using that fantasy for a hot date with the pool jet later.
I laughed and threw a towel at him. “We can talk about that later. Dry off while I go help my mom get up.”
I walked into the house, a little more excited about my visit now. I knew my mom would be happy when I told her I was definitely staying for another week. At least until pool cleaning day…
