Cleaning her Pool

Cleaning her Pool by Crow I have had a facination with older, mature women as long as I can remember,but I think that the first specific manifestation had to do with a woman that liveddown my street. Her name was Mrs. Rider, and she was about 38 or 40 and was a proffessor at one of the local universities or JC's (btw I love "Hot for Teacher" by Van Halen, as some of you know) and I absolutely was in love with her. She was a very nice sized woman, about 5'8" and had beautiful brown hair that came down almost toher ass, her tits were perfectly size, about 36d or so and sagged very little and her bodywas just beautiful too, a little soft and round, but without sags or wrinkles. Anyways, when I was 16, I worked by cleaning pools in the neighborhood, and as fate wouldhave it, Mrs. Rider had a pool and hired me to clean it. I would go over to her houseevery week and clean her pool, I really don't know if she was aware of how much I lustedfor her, but I think she must have had some idea, because every once and a while she wouldcome out and tan in a bikini while I was cleaning, and there is no way that she could havemissed the bulge in my pants if she had looked over at me while I was working the pool vacuumor brush. Well, this was all well and good, but then one day I got a big surprise. I wentover to her house about 2 hours ealier than usual because I had something to do later thatafternoon--a birthday party or something. I let myself into her yard through the gate and walked around the side of her house to the pool, I passed out from the corner of her houseand into the backyard area, and did i get a sight that will stay with me until the end ofmy days. Mrs. Rider was laying on a lawn chair soaking up some sun as usual, with a pair ofdark sunglasses on and a skimpy bikini, but to my astonishment and delight, she was topless!I froze in my track and just stared, my mouth gaping open and my jaw about level with my knees. I think that I stood there for about 5 minutes, just staring, with my hard young cockstraining at the fabric of the soccer shorts I was wearing. Then i kind of shook myself outof the trance that I was in and went back out to her gate and opened it and then slammed it shut. I walked slowly back around to the yard and she was sitting up in a chair with a towelcovering her chest, she said "Hi" to me, waving and smiling. I returned the wave, walking alittle stiffly, trying to conceal my erection, and made a bee-line towards the shed that shekept the pool equipment in. I opened it and went inside, shutting the door behind me, thenpulled down my soccer shorts a little and let my cock pop out of my underwear and shorts.I was so hard, it looked like I was about to shoot right at my face. I started masturbatingfuriously, with the vison of Mrs. Rider in my head, seeing her delicious looking nipples infront of my face. Both perfectly form, sun browned and slightly upturned and erect. Inabout 30 seconds flat, i felt my balls starts to squeeze up and my cock spasming, and I shota big hot load against the side of the equipment shed (and for any of you that have seen one,a big load of mine, is a sight to behold). I just stared at it for a few seconds, not knowingwhat to do, then i began scooping it off with one hand into my other one. When I had most ofit in my hand, I used the grass right outside the shed to clean my hand and then grabbed someChlorine tablets from the shed and brought them out to the skimmer and put them inside it, surreptitiously washing my hands at the same time. Well, needless to say, I never thoughtabout Mrs. Rider in the same light, whenever I saw her, all I could think of were her beautiful breasts and delicious looking nipples. Unfortunetly, the summer came to an endall too quickely, and I never got a chance to see them again, because the next summer I hadto get a real job rather than just cleaning pools, but I still remember Mrs. Rider and adoreher and all older women to this day!