Karen was lying out about ten feet from me, at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed.Karen was lying out about ten feet from me, at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed. I felt stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, and the cloud of long, blond hair around her face. Rather than have her catch me staring, I called out "Looking good," also unusually bold of me, given how she and my mom talk together. Karen's eyes popped open and quickly found mine. She looked a little startled, but also a little pleased. She got up and came over to the fence, giving me a _great_ view of her breasts, which were pressing together due to their confinement. I felt my dick harden in response. Then, she mentioned that their pool filter was acting up and that she didn't know how to fix it. "Would you be willing to take a look at it?" was said with a perfectly innocent look. I readily agreed, hard-on or no hard-on. After I hopped the fence, I followed her over to the filter, adjusting my bathing suit in a completely futile attempt at hiding my interest. As she bent over, it became difficult for me to focus on the filter; the blue bikini bottom slipped a little further into the crack of her cheeks. Gallantly, however, I peered over her shoulder (ok, ok, occasionally I snuck a glance at her impressive cleavage) and paid attention. After moving around her, I looked at the pressure gauge, which was way too high, and cleaned out the trap, which was clogged with bits of leaves and grass. As I kneeled to screw the top back on the trap, my dick, which had wilted enough to move around, slipped down along my leg. |