[Written By Barbi Sinclair]

I know I am naughty in nature and sometimes the most innocent encounters end up with me behaving naughty. There are circumstances from which I don't flaunt my slutty self when the male slut approaches me. The problem is, two sluts paired up results in extreme erotic pleasure. Well, this is exactly what happened when I decided to meet up with one of my good friends at her house to relax by the poolside and enjoy some catching up on the latest gossip. Unfortunately, when I was close to arriving to her house, she called me to let me know she was running behind and that I should help myself to a dip in the clean pool, which had been serviced earlier in the day. No big deal, right?

All right, when I arrived at my friend Christine's house, I went to the back of her house and noticed that the gate was opened because a guy was cleaning the pool. In my mind, I thought she said that it had already been serviced earlier, but I guess not. Christine must have been out and about and the pool boy must have been running behind schedule. I then proceeded to go inside the pool area and said, "Hi," to him. He replied back with a smile. I told him my name and said that I was one of Christine's friends and that she told me to wait comfortably for her as she headed back. He acknowledged what I had said and told me that his name was "Dean" and that he was pleased to meet me. I told him that I was going to hang out on the lounge chair sunbathing as I waited for Christine to get back from running errands. As I walked away, all I could think about was how sexy he was without his shirt, working in just his jeans and sneakers and what a muscular upper body he had. In addition, Dean's tan covered upper body glistened with sweat in the sun, giving him more muscular definition. I sure didn't mind being left alone with him in the backyard.

So I then walked over to the lounge chair, undressed out of my clothes, except for the bikini I had on underneath, took out a magazine from my tote, and positioned myself comfortably on the lounge chair to read my magazine as I caught some rays. As I flipped through the pages of my magazine, I couldn't help but to glance over at Dean while he worked. I was getting so turned on by his body and cute face. He must have been in his early to mid 20's. All these naughty thoughts came to my head as I continued to glance over at him. I thought about all the things I could do to him and vice versa. I knew I had to focus on my magazine because I knew as well I was daydreaming and Christine would be home any minute. At that moment I placed my magazine down and thought that laying down to sunbathe with my eyes closed would prevent me from staring at Dean and my mind would stay clear of impure thoughts. I then stood up and adjusted the lounge chair to realize it had been stuck and the backing would not unfold completely. It looked like the small bolt in the metal frame was too tight and had to be loosened. I knew Christine had tools among other things in her pool shed, so I headed for the shed. Dean had been preoccupied with cleaning the pool so I did my thing as he did his. I was tempted to smile and ask him for help, but I just didn't want that to lead anywhere knowing that Christine would be back any minute.

When I got inside the pool shed, I looked around for a wrench that would fix the lounge chair. As I was bent down in search for the appropriate size, I got up and turned around, there was Dean behind me! How long was he standing there as I was bent over with my ass in the air? I was only in a bikini! I asked him, "What are you doing here? How long were you standing there?" He responded back, "I came here only to see if you needed anything. It looked like you might have needed a hand. I stood here for a few minutes really enjoying the view, and that is why I didn't say anything." I said, "Well, you startled me and it's kind of hot that you stood there to check out my goods." Dean smiled and said, "You have a really nice ass and with those tits popping out of your bikini�Bottom line is, I couldn't focus on my work with you like that." I finally told him that I had a tough time reading my magazine because of his hot ass body in action cleaning the pool. So then I admitted to wanting to lay down with my eyes closed while I got some sun so that at least I wouldn't have to look at him. Before I could say anything more, Dean pushed me against the shelf, and started to kiss me. All I thought was that Christine was going to walk in on us, but at the same time my pussy was very wet. I couldn't think any more and just enjoyed the moment. However, the passionate kiss led to Dean undoing my bikini top and then playing around with my tits, kissing and sucking on my nipples. Again, I just stood there motionless, enjoying each kiss and lick. Then things began to really heat up when he pulled my bikini bottom off. He placed his fingers on and in my pussy and felt how extremely wet I was. This time I couldn't stand motionless but instead I had to squirm. I felt weak in my knees at the same time. Dean said, "I want you to turn around and bend over for me. I have been so hard ever since you took your clothes off to be in your bikini. I have got to fuck you. There's something very naughty about you and I just have to relieve myself." I couldn't believe what he was saying. I hadn't set my mind to be naughty that day, but under this circumstance and with me being horny myself, I had to take him up on the offer. I then gladly turned around as he unzipped his jeans and all I could feel was his hard cock slip into my wet pussy. I moaned and told him that I really like to be naughty, and I couldn't believe how he just took charge and made me be his slut for the moment. And that's not even mentioning the risk that Christine could walk in on us at any moment! I stopped worrying and got myself off using my finger on my clit as he fucked me with his big hard cock. Dean was quite a vocal guy and all I could do was listen. I like to dirty talk as well but it seemed that in this situation, I was quite the submissive one. Before I knew it, Dean said, "I'm cumming!!! You like being my slut!!!" As soon as I felt his warm cum inject into my pussy, I sped up stimulating my clit and before I knew it, I came with a loud moan. Dean quickly withdrew his hard cock from my pussy and put it back in his pants. I didn't know why he responded like that. Little did I know that he heard Christine's voice and he immediately stepped out of the pool shed and approached her. I heard him tell her that as he finished up with the pool, he went to the shed to help me find a wrench to fix the lounge chair so that I could lie down on it. In the meantime, I quickly fixed myself and adjusted my bikini as I quickly slipped it on. Christine's voice sounded closer and closer until her head popped in. She said, "Hi Barbi. I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting here. I ran errands and got stuck in traffic. I didn't realize I'd be an hour late! I hope you met Dean. He's great!" Yeah, I knew he was great as he fucked me nice and hard. If she only knew how great he really was! Christine asked what the problem was and I told her about the lounge chair. The other problem I had was all the cum dripping out of my pussy. I didn't want her to see. I told her, "You know what, I've sweated so much in here looking for your wrench that I'm going to go for a dip in your pool. Get your bikini on and join me!" She agreed. I couldn't move quick enough to jump in the pool. My bikini was soaked with cum and I already had a few drips of cum making its way down my leg. So I jumped in the pool and luckily I had all the water flush off all the cum that Dean left in me and what had leaked out. In the meantime, I saw Dean pack up his stuff and he dropped a note, which I later saw was his phone number, in my tote. He smiled and waved goodbye as he left.

Well the next two hours I spent talking to my friend Christine while we were in and out of the pool. It was great catching up on stuff, but all I could do was think about my sexual encounter with Dean and how I was totally seduced by my friend's pool boy. The funny part, not seeing Christine for a while, was that she had to comment on how happy I looked because I had a 'glow' on my face. I thought to myself, yeah, I have that glow because I just got fucked!

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