Liz didn't know there was a bonus that came with watching her friends house. She was in the pool-naked, when she saw him.
He came in the gate at the other end of the pool. Damm! He's hot, short brown hair, dark blue eyes, tall and built. No shirt, muscles in his chest and arms flex as he pulls on the cord of his gas hedge trimmer.
Each pull, every flex of muscles she wants to feel makes her body spasm under the water. Her pussy twitches, wanting.
He bends down, making some adjustment, she stops breathing-checking out his ass through his grey shorts.
The trimmer roars to life with his next pull. She stares, his back muscles moving, intoxicating, sweat running down, making the band of his shorts darker.
If she saw her eyes, a tan of wonder as she watches him work. His body-moving in such wonder-filling her as her finger tips feel every muscle in his body tighten-filling her again-she suddenly realized her hands were rubbing her pussy.
She climbed the ladder, being as quiet as possible. Her eyes fastened on him as he raked the trimmer across the hedge. Such force, back and forth, up and down. She was drunk with him, she reached for her towel. Her nipples were stiff and tight, aching to be touched. She pinched them as she dried, feeling her pussy actually contract.
Breathing heavy, not from the quick run into the house. Goosebumps on her body, she tosses the towel, slips into a silk robe.
A sudden streak of light, a loud rumble of thunder, rain comes down in buckets. She ties her robe, peers out the door, sees him put the trimmer into a small shed. He races to the gate, its locked, he scrambles along the side of the pool, towards her. He slips, goes right into the pool, lighting flashes madly as he swims to the ladder. She yells "in here." He climbs the ladder, layers of muscle down his stomach. He races in, dripping wet. She grabs the towel, before she knows it, she's wiping him down.