B. Dickens - When she was bad

"Hi!" she said as she reached the gate, holding the small blue towel up to her chest, but letting it ride low enough over her wide bosom to show the young man plenty of well-tanned tit flesh, still gleaming with a light sheen of sex sweat. Carol knew he had gotten quite a show, but decided to match his coolness-or attempts at it-with her own nonchalance.

"Morning, Ma'am," he said. "I… uh, I knocked at the front door a couple of times and didn't get any answer, so that's why I came around up your driveway here…," Mike swallowed nervously, not sure what to say next. It was that old joke, "what do you say to a naked lady?", although in this case he found it even more difficult than that. Looking over Carol's shoulder at the pool he saw the other woman now paddling lazily about on her back, her pert breasts thrusting up from the water. His cock lurched again in his pants.

"I should apologize," Carol said in her friendliest voice, noting again his nervous action and playfully deciding to let him wonder just what the score was a bit longer. "I'd forgotten you had us scheduled for spraying our house and yard this morning." With a carefully calculated move she raised one hand from the towel to brush back a loose strand of hair from her forehead, letting one side of the towel droop and giving the now sweating man a quick flash of one erect pink nipple.

"I'm a bit… busy, here in the backyard just now," she said, then grinned when the exterminator blushed and hurriedly looked back down at his clipboard. It struck Carol as being sweetly innocent, and, for that very reason, erotically arousing.

"Would you mind starting in the front yard? After that you can do back here, and the vents to beneath the house are back here by the patio."

"That sounds fine, Mrs. Bristol." Mike said, turning away to stride quickly back up the driveway. With every step he was mentally kicking himself for not having said something, anything, but the action he'd witnessed. He knew the longer he waited to say anything the more awkward it would get to mention it at all, and he felt sure he would have to make the first move. Unlike the hot-blooded nymphos of his partner's adventures, Mrs. Bristol didn't seem to be in any hurry to drag him into her clutches and ravage his body.

Of course, maybe that's because she really wasn't interested? Maybe he shouldn't put any moves on her. He wasn't a pushy guy, and certainly didn't plan to force himself on her. Who knows, maybe she really did prefer women? Just because she was married didn't really mean all that much one way or the other-she could be a lesbian who had married some gay guy so that both had "normal" covers in the community! Shit! he thought, this is getting ridiculous!

Carol watched the man head back up the driveway in the slightly awkward step of a man with a thick pole stuck down one pants leg. Running back to the giggling Eileen who was just climbing out of the pool, they fell back into each other's arms in a laughing, snorting embrace.

"Oh, my God!" Eileen gasped out between whoops of laughter. "That was hilarious! How long do you think he had been watching us?"

"Long enough!" Carol giggled back. "Look, I think we've got a real live one here, Eileen! He was acting just like a little boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar! Let's get back inside-I want to take a shower to clean up from Chester, and we've got to get ready for this guy-we'll give him a morning's work he'll never forget!"

It didn't take Mike long to get his job done, pumping chemicals out of a hand-held tank and spraying around the yard and house foundations. He crawled under the house, thankful there didn't seem to be any pets kept at this home that might have left any small, smelly presents for him in the darkness and dank.

With the morning sun now well risen, Carol knew that he was probably getting the full sauna treatment down there, working up a good sweat in the tight, virtually airless space under the house.

She was standing on the patio when he crawled back out, his uniform showing huge dark spots of sweat, the shirt almost completely unbuttoned now. Carol drew in an excited breath as Mike stood up and she got a good look at his muscular chest, matted with dark hair. But what set her pussy to really juicing was the sight of his crotch for the first time. It looked like he'd not only shoved a couple of tennis balls down his pants, but the can they came in as well!

"Come on inside, you need a cool drink after all that work," she said.

"Thanks, Ma'am," Mike replied, dusting off his pants and setting beside the door, all the time trying to keep from being too obvious as he ogled the gorgeous woman.

Carol had put on a very short terry-cloth robe that ended just barely below her hips, and was tied loosely around her slim waist to open and reveal as much of her mouthwatering cleavage as possible, just short of showing the fat nipples. She had brushed her hair out so that it fell in soft billowing waves around her face and across her shoulders. Mike gulped hard and felt his long-suffering cock jerk once again, begging him for release from its tight confinement, and wanting to hurry into even tighter confinement in the juncture of Carol's long, shapely legs.

Once in the house Carol opened a couple of beers and guided the hot workman into the den and a large couch, from which a full-wall window gave them a view of the backyard. Carol wanted him to be able to see the pool, just to remind him of what had been going on when he had first arrived.

"By the way, what's your name, honey?" she smiled, sitting down so close to him on the couch that any closer and she would have been in his lap-which was exactly where she was planning on ending up.

"Mike, Mike Ryan, Mrs. Bristol," he replied, his whole leg tingling as she pressed her naked thigh up to his.

"Oh, please, none of that 'Mrs.' stuff! You must call me Carol! All of my really close friends do," at the word "close," Carol laid one hand lightly on Mike's thigh. "And I do hope that we'll become close friends as well."

Mike knocked back half of his can of beer in one sudden swallow, hardly even tasting it, staring straight ahead out the window as his mind whirled in confusion. Christ, but this beautiful woman was going to drive him right up the wall! While working he bad pretty much convinced himself that she was a lesbian, but now here she seemed to be almost throwing herself at him. He'd never been good at sexual games, preferring the straight-forward "Let's do it" approach. But he was terrified of making a wrong move now and ending up losing his job.

Mike turned back to face her and his eyes widened as Carol leaned in a bit closer, offering him a full view of her incredible breasts, the full swelling globes swinging forward slightly to press against the fabric as if straining to escape from the robe that barely held them back.

"You… uh, you've got a really nice tan," he sputtered, then regretted it immediately, thinking how he sounded like a stupid, fumbling kid on his first date. But, hell, he felt like a teenager who'd just lucked into a date with the sexiest girl in school and was now scared shitless of making an ass of himself.

"Why thank you, Mike. It's sweet of you to notice," Carol said in a throaty whisper that just dripped honey, her "seduction" mode on full throttle. "Since we've got such a lovely private backyard, I can do just about anything I like, from sunbathing in the nude to… well, I think you might imagine some of the other things I enjoy doing…"

"Oh shit! Mike thought. He wanted to grab this sultry woman and fuck the living hell out of her. His cock was so hard now he felt like he was gonna blow his wad right in his pants any second.

But what if she was just teasing him? He thought he remembered reading somewhere that real lesbians hated men-what if she was just trying to egg him into making a move on her, and then she'd complain to his boss? Damn, if only he hadn't seen her making it with that other chick, but now he just couldn't be sure. The fight between the doubts in his mind and the single-minded fuck lust in his pants was driving him crazy.