As I cowered there butt naked in the pool hut, I could hear a commotion outside.
"What are these?" A woman's shrill but sexy voice called out to herself.
"Good grief, it looks like a man's clothes." She said to herself.
"Enrique? Are you here? Where are you?"
Strangely, at this risk of ultimate embarassment my body wanted to stand up. I couldn't understand it. What was worse, was that as I got up and stretched my limbs I was getting hard. My rough hand reached down to stroke my manhood to attention, and it seemed even bigger on me than it had when it was in me when I had my stepmom's body. Before I knew what was happening I was walking out of the hut and into the warm midday sun again. As it baked down on my naked skin I got even harder. I felt oddly proud of my size.
There in front of me was a most attractive thirty-five year old woman. I could tell from her stance and bearing, as well as the age hinting at it on her face, that she was fairly old, but she was truly fit for her age. She stood there, one arm on her hips, dangling my white CKs with their black band from her other hand. "Oh dear, Enrique, what have we here?" she drawled at me. She was wearing a tight white skirt which followed her hips perfectly and a small but dangly pink top, which emphasised her bountiful but incredibly pert breasts, her long hair flowing in the slight breeze. This gorgeous sight made me horny beyond measure.
"Sorry, Mrs Coleman. I seem to work better when I feel less...restricted." I replied in my desperately sexy Spanish accent. I couldn't understand how any woman could resist it.
"How interesting," she replied, "I was just discussing you with Simone Clarke, and she was saying you did this kind of thing. She also said what a stud you were. Now...what do you see in her that I couldn't give you? I used to be the senior cheerleader, you know."
I had walked very close to her now. "Nothing. Except, of course, you have my boxers."
I was shocked as Mrs Coleman, who was the mum of Jamie, a boy I'd been to nursery with, brought Enrique's tight boxers up to her remarkably cute face, and with a wry grin inhaled deeply.
"And I'll keep them too," she whispered as she stuffed them slowly down her top. "You'll just have to come get them."
With that I put one hand up to stroke her cheek with the back of it. She let her hand drop from her breast and brush against the head of my now raging erection. That was all I needed. I pulled her hard to me, feeling her breasts, intermingled with Enrique's boxers, press against my firm chest. I pressed my lips against hers in a passionate kiss, our tongues intertwining. My other hand dropped to her backside, clenched a buttock and raised her crotch up towards my own manhood, grinding her into me.
She pulled back briefly, "I know how much you enjoy it naked outside, but I'd rather not let the neighbours see."
"I'm used to the procedure," I replied, taking her hand and leading her inside.
"You know what makes me really horny," she replied following me in, "the thought of you being such a dirty little stud. You must have had so many women round here. I bet you know all the tricks and can really give me the meat I've lacked for so long."
"You bet baby."
By now we were in the kitchen and I pushed her against the kitchen table kissing her firmly. I nibbled her ear lobes and chewed against her beautiful tanned neck. Putting all my weight on her I pressed her back over until it touched the table. Both our bodies were pushing against each other hard. Lifting her back onto the table as she kicked off her shoes, I helped her lower her skirt and almost came when I saw she was wearing no panties and had lovely Brazilian-waxed pubic hair. I bent down on busily licked on her mound. After a while I stopped. That wasn't what I needed.
Winking at her I pushed my hand down her pink top, deliberately brushing against her pert nipples and massaging her beautifully soft breast. Grabbing my boxers I whipped them out and roughly pulled the blouse over her head.
"Ow, don't hurt me" she groaned indignantly.
"No pain, no gain, " I wryly answered as I french kissed her hard once more. I unclipped her bra and let her beautiful breasts spill out. Massaging them, I bent my head and sucked on both her nipples until they were hugely erect too, running rings around them with my tongue until she grabbed my head and moved it or screamed with pleasure. Somehow, deep inside, I knew just what it was that such an experienced and beautiful woman wanted for fulfillment.
Slowly and tantalisingly I hovered over her entrance before slowly beginning to enter her, then pulling back. Then in one hard thrust I entered her fully, right to the hilt and forced her back to the table with a scream of passion. As I arched my back with delight she leant up and nibbled on my nipples, turning me massively on. I slowly started thrusting in and out of her. The delight of having such a large cock which was staying so easily and fervently erect was indescribable as I pounded the mom of my friend. The feelings raging through my body as we shagged so hard on the table I'd so innocently eaten meals on as a boy were electric. Then, as Mrs Coleman hugged me into her tight, massaging my working chest muscles, and as I admired my powerful arms supporting my weight. I felt Mrs Coleman convulse and scream with orgasm, before cascading over the edge myself and pumping her full of my semen over and over again, as I felt it spilling out of her tight sex.
"My God, Enrique, that was the best ever. I have waited so long to be treated like that. Thank you."
As I rolled off her, admiring the gravity-defying nature of her breasts I told it was no problem. I had loved it. And her. I gave her the Spanish charm, and the secret eye contact as I ran my hands and forefinger over her body. Fully relieved we dozed on the table.
As I woke up, I was mildly shocked at where I was and what I had done. I shrugged on Enrique's underwear, still on the table, and marvelled at the effect it had on my powerful dark thighs and how it outlined my proud package. As I did this I couldn't help but begin to become erect again.
Mrs Coleman stirred. "You look like you could do with some help there," she murmured.
"Sorry," I replied, nonchalantly, "I really have to get to my next job."
"I could be your job. I could pay you extra. I would pay you $500 just to let me pleasure you if you let me tie you to this table."