Nikki's Pool Service Pt. 01

Author's Foreword: I have a thing for big-titted blonde MILF bimbos, so I just started writing this as a simple stroker story. Then I realized I couldn't get all the fun stuff I had in my head in this one scene, so it's now become my first attempt at an open-ended setup story to allow for unlimited future episodes. The next three parts are already plotted out, but I'd love to hear your ideas or desires on where this should go. Let me know by comment or DM if you have an idea, situation, or fantasy to explore in a future episode.

I realize, too, that this story hasn't allowed for much depth of character, but future stories will show more of who these two are and what motivates them. As much as I try to leave all this emotional shit out, I just can't help it. But I will say right now, that the focus is on fucking and fantasies and all the stuff you're here on Literotica for -- make no mistake about that!

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Jalgis once again gets my thanks for another excellent job of editing -- lots of effort went into shaping, suggesting, and correcting to get this ready for publishing.

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Damn.

After what was probably my thirtieth yank on the pull starter, I finally gave up on the likelihood that my old, worn-out two-stroke lawn mower was going to turn over without additional help. This old junker had been getting harder and harder to start over the last few weeks, but it looked like it was time to pull it back into the garage for some troubleshooting.

With practiced ease, I cleaned the air filter and replaced the spark plug. When this didn't get the mower working, I checked the functions of the carburetor and ignition coil. After an hour and a half, I wasn't any closer to getting it to run and I just lost my shit.Fuck it! I'm not going to do another thing to keep this hunk of shit running. I knew that it might just need a new set of rings but I'd already wasted hundreds of hours to keep this mower working and I resolved then and there that I wasn't going to waste any more time patching this thing up.

I wheeled it to the curb and left it there to rot for the two days until the garbage truck came.

With most of the morning gone, I went inside and grabbed a bottle of water before sitting down at the computer. I pulled up Facebook Marketplace and searched for a nice mower. If I was going to buy something new, I was going to get something that would make my weekly yard work faster and easier.

I searched for "honda self-propelled mower" as a first try because I have always liked their engines. I searched for the lowest price and saw the picture of a brand new mower with a 21" deck for $50. The description said, "Brand New, Never Used" and looked to be close enough that I could get it quickly if it was still available. It certainly seemed too good to be true. I messaged "Nikki Davenport" to see if it was still available.

I went back to the search results to find another option in the likely event that this one wasn't going to work out. I checked a few more of the cheaper options but they looked as ratty as my ex-lawn mowing implement. The rest were all in the $300 range so I was about to pull up the Home Depot page and just go get a new one when I heard the ding of response.

Her: "Yes, it's available."

Her: "I just listed it about 10 minutes ago and already have a dozen responses."

Her: "But you were first so it's yours if you can come in the next 30 minutes."

Me: "I definitely want it. My old mower just died."

Me: "Would love to get it now, so I can still get the yard done this afternoon."

After a long pause, I saw the "..." of her typing. I waited, half-expecting a change of heart.

Her: "9802 Forest Meadow Lane"

Her: "Get here as soon as you can because I have something I want to do this afternoon, too."

Her: "I'm out by the pool. Just park in the driveway and come around the side when you get here."

I responded immediately.

Me: "Ok, I'm on my way now."

Before I got up to leave, I checked her profile so I'd know how to recognize her.DAMN! She was super hot. She was mid-forties or so with straight platinum blonde hair, a broad and inviting smile with perfect teeth, a lean and tanned runner's body, and a huge and gravity-defying rack that a few dozen bikini pics documented extensively. And...divorced. I re-read the message string. For a split second, my mind read this as her on the prowl and then, just as quickly, I dismissed it as wishful thinking on my part.

I grabbed a CLIF bar on the way out as my lunch so I could get this mower before it was gone.

The way over, though, I kept thinking about those photos of her. One image was burned into my memory: her taut body barely covered by tiny triangles of pink fabric. How I wished to see her in that when I arrived. What I realized to be far more likely when I got there was a woman ten years older, eighty pounds heavier, and wearing a muumuu. That helped center my thoughts and allowed me to relax for the remainder of the short drive.

When I arrived at her house, I backed my truck into her driveway and stopped a few feet away from the closed garage door to make loading up the mower easier. I followed a footpath from the driveway along the side of the house to the back. As I approached a black wrought iron fence, I could hear the bubbling of a pool nearby. Lush landscaping was visible on the other side.

"Nikki?" I called as I reached for the fence. "This is Ethan from Facebook." I peeked over the fence and could see enough of the top of her head to know she was back there.

"That was quick. Come on in and let me get a look at you."

She rose from her outdoor chaise lounge as I stepped around the gate and onto the pool deck. My cock stirred immediately, and the first thought that registered as I saw her in the flesh was this was a pure blonde bimbo fucktoy. Once on her feet, she began a slow hip-swaying saunter toward me, sizing me up from face to feet and back to face, pausing briefly at my chest and crotch.

If I knew anything at this moment, it was that I was here to service her. And the way she looked, I was going to be a willing and ready participant.

She was dressed in a skimpy blue two-piece that rode high on her slender but still curvy hips and only barely hid her huge pair of gravity-defying tits. They were clearly man-made because the rest of her body didn't contain enough body fat to explain those enormous globes, but the work looked perfectly sculpted to her otherwise. They jutted both forward from her frame and curved outward to partially obscure her toned arms.

Her skin was taut and tanned. Her belly was flat and her calves, fully defined and shapely. The latter likely being due to the four-inch blue heels she was in that probably brought her to about 5'10". As I stopped a foot away from her, I still towered over her since I stood 6'5" or so in the running shoes I was in. She had a model's face: smooth skin, high cheekbones, and a broad and full-lipped smile. Only the faintest trace of makeup was visible. She was mommy age but had the body and unblemished skin of a thirty-year-old. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of light blue and her hair, platinum blonde, pulled tight behind her head and clipped in a messy bunch. In my head, I couldn't help but hear the man singing that this woman was "trouble with a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'Pool!'"

"My. You're a big one, aren't you?" She said to my crotch as she trailed a well-manicured fingertip over my t-shirt-clad chest muscles. My thin pair of running shorts did little to hide all traces of my stiffening cock.

I have been with a lot of women of all shapes and sizes and all around the world. Because of this, I don't react to women without direct stimulation to my cock, so it's important to understand how insanely hot this woman was and how much sexual energy and desire she was radiating. Here I was, stiffening more by the second, with both of us fully (or almost fully) clothed and her using only a fingernail on my chest.

I knew by this time that we'd end up smashing. What I didn't know was whether I'd be able to cut my grass today. I figured that this was a great time to find out.

I cleared my throat and focused on my words in an effort to will my cock to relax, "Thanks. I try to eat right." She focused back on my face and a ghost of a smile appeared. My cock twitched again at the realization that she took my words as a double entendre though that certainly hadn't been my intent.

I continued, "Can I see the mower?"

Her face darkened immediately. Probably rarely heard "No" from anybody, this one.

"Sure. Come on." She turned and started towards a door into her house. She made no effort to cover up, so I made no effort to avoid staring at her well-toned ass as it swayed tantalizingly with each step she took. It was muscular, firm, and well-rounded with a meaty and especially curvy bottom part. I was looking forward to taking a bite out of it.

We passed through the pool bath and across a hallway to move into the garage. She flipped on the light and her silver Porsche Cayenne drew my eyes immediately. Yeah, that made sense. The other half of the garage made less sense. There was a pile of brand-new lawn equipment, TVs, and other "dude" stuff.

She explained in a disinterested tone, "My ex bought all this crap and I kept it in the divorce to piss him off. Whenever I get horny and need a boytoy, I list something here for cheap and invite a hot guy over." I turned my attention back to her. "Most guys are smart enough to not get this far," she said with pure snark in her voice.

"Stupid and horny, you mean," I countered with more mirth than I intended to show.

She raised an eyebrow. I figured that meant I'd scored an "interesting" point. "Maybe. So. Which are you going to do this afternoon — me or your lawn?"

"There's enough time to do both well," I countered dryly.

"Really?" Her voice conveyed an indicator that she didn't buy what I was selling, but her eyes couldn't hide the amusement.

I nodded. She walked out of the garage toward the backyard and motioned with a finger for me to follow her. I turned out the light and closed the door behind me as I made my way to join her by the pool.

She poured a second glass of something I assumed was alcoholic for me. I placed it back on the table as soon as she handed it to me and immediately pulled her into me for a deep kiss. She devoured me as if she hadn't eaten in weeks. I pressed my hardening member into her belly and she dug her nails into my back under my shirt.

I have always liked confident women, so one that's forward enough to make her desires plain have never intimidated me in the least. The issue here I was concerned about was that the more turned on I get, the more dominant I tend to become and I could see her being the same way. We were about to see who was going to come out on top. Only thirty seconds in and I was already very turned on and ready to have my way with her.

I broke our kiss and pushed her down onto the wooden chase with enough force that her tits bounced free of her top. Her dark brown areolae were each the size of a half dollar with thick stubby nipples.

She was breathing hard. She looked at me expectantly and licked her lips quickly.

"Pull my cock out," I growled.

"And then what?" she said defiantly.

"And then you get to do what that mouth was designed to do, you dirty little slut."

She gasped. I love that first moment when a woman demonstrates acceptance of the submissive role. That sudden little intake of air sealed it. She might have come across like the dominant type when I arrived, but the dynamic had just clearly been established otherwise. She was now my little toy to have as I pleased.

I've found that a lot of the twenty- and thirty-somethings still fight this submissive urge, so I prefer the forty- and fifty-something moms for this reason. They've been around the block enough to know themselves. The ones that are smart, capable, and confident can hold their own with anyone, male or female, but so many of them are tired of being the ones to make decisions or fix problems that when it comes to the bedroom, they just want to be fucked hard and fucked well.

Her fingers moved deftly, quickly pulling down both my shorts and boxers to my thighs. My engorged cock immediately sprang up hitting her in the chin. I tensed my ass to flex my cock upward and then relaxed to let it fall flat onto her face.

She laughed and cooed, "I do love a big, fat, uncut cock!" She put the tip in her mouth and swirled her tongue in a circle. She hollowed her cheeks and then pulled off with a loud "POP!"

"Mmm. Tasty" She grabbed the middle of my cock, squeezed gently, and started to jerk me slowly and firmly. She stared at my cock transfixed as she worked. As more precum leaked out, she licked it off but that only frustrated me. Done with all this teasing, I grabbed the back of her head and fed my cock into her warm mouth.

I pushed methodically until she gagged, and pulled out to allow her some air.

"More. I want more!" I pushed again. This time, about half of my thick eight inches made it into her mouth. She just didn't have enough saliva on me yet to make it easy. We tried another five times before she managed to throat my entire length. I held her nose into my pubes for an eternity of pleasure before I felt her tapping on my leg for air.

Once done with her initial choking and gasping fit, she barked out, "I LOVE that fucking monster dick of yours!"

"I'm going to ruin you for all other dicks, blondie."

She gobbled my cock completely and I just let her go at it while I reveled in the sensations. I looked around and noticed that the house to the right had a side window that overlooked the backyard completely. There was a large tree in the back left portion of Nikki's yard that blocked off the back neighbors and the wooden fence that cordoned off her yard kept prying eyes out. Probably. Hard to imagine that there weren't a few knotholes in there for neighbors to enjoy this smoking hot piece of ass and her numerous escapades. A small wood-siding building sat in the back left corner -- maybe a guest bungalow? The house to the left didn't have any windows that could observe her backyard easily.

I just enjoyed looking around while Nikki, the human vacuum cleaner, deep-throated my cock.

And I wouldn't have minded if there was an audience. It had happened before and I didn't stop then either. One time, in Berkeley, I coerced two shocked girls passing by to join in, and ended up with three girls fighting over my cock for a few minutes. I pushed the trio of cum-frosted angelic coed faces out of my head to bring myself back to the present.

The sounds she was making on me — the slurping and squelching and moaning — were as erotic as the feeling of her warm and wet throat around my complete and prodigious length. It had been a while since I had such a competent cock sucker on me and it was heaven to feel, hear, and see her pleasuring me with her amazing mouth and throat.

But when she shifted into twisting and stroking me as she sucked, I felt close enough to pop. Reacting quickly, I pulled my hips back to reclaim my cock from her mouth and hands.

I bent down to hook my fingers under the sides of her bottoms and started to work them down her hips. She lifted to assist in getting them off her. Our faces were a few inches from each other, so I took the opportunity to whisper while staring her in the eyes, "My turn, doll."

She leaned back to rest against the chaise and spread her legs wide and straight until she was doing the splits with her open pussy pointed directly at me. This gave me a better look at her massive fake boobs, full and perched high on her chest on top of her inadequate swim top, the blue fabric now all but completely obscured by her firm globes of tit flesh. In this position, she just turned herself into a set of three warm holes and a pair of tits for me to use, and I was going to have my use of her before we finished.

She ran her red polished fingernails along the tops of her inner thighs in a gesture from pussy to knees, purring, "All yours, stud."

I took a purposeful bite out of the inner part of her right thigh about halfway between her knee and vagina. I intended it to hurt a little but she didn't jerk — she only sighed contentedly. I planted alternating nibbles and sucks as I worked my way up to her pussy. I didn't dally as neither of us needed much of a tease.

When I got to her clit, I paused and surveyed my little bimbo. She eyed me silently with an intensity I interpreted as a statement:Well, what are you waiting for??? Her pussy was completely bald with slender dark brown lips that parted open and glistened with obvious wetness. She smelled sweet with the slightest hint of musk. Her clit was a tiny taut little bud that called out to be assaulted with the purpose of pleasure and with not a small amount of sexual skill — both of which I had at the ready.

She cupped each of her massive tits with each hand and teased each nipple with a forefinger slowly...almost absent-mindedly. I attacked her clit with my tongue and lips.

At first, I used only my tongue to flitter up and down and side to side. I used intermittent sucks of the entire organ to keep her guessing. When these maneuvers were both well established, I slowly and firmly dragged my flattened tongue across her nub so she could feel every bump of my taste buds. Then I brought my fingernails to the party, running them in random patterns over her inner thighs.

By then, her breathing had become more ragged and a sheen of sweat had formed on her forehead and chest. She had closed her eyes tightly and was tugging violently at her distended nipples. I spit on her clit. Her eyes opened immediately. I winked at her and dove in again with a new pattern.

This time, I placed my mouth over her clit and started flicking random patterns over her little bud, using firm pressure for ten seconds or so and then light pressure for around the same amount of time. The intent was to provide wonderfully stimulating and pleasurable acts but include enough variety to prevent the sensations from becoming stale. The feedback she was providing — from her intermittent moans to her expanding sheen of sweat to her fidgeting and squirming — made it easy to tell if she was in danger of plateauing.

When I got a sign that her pleasure wasn't increasing at the same pace, I placed a finger inside her.

"Fuck, yesssssssss!" she hissed through clenched teeth.

I kept licking and sucking, of course, but then I started to make a "Come here" motion repeatedly inside of her, knowing that I was working her g-spot. Her hands clamped over my ears and she forced my head into her crotch. I worked her clit faster and with more pressure. She moaned louder and tried to push her pussy into my face. I was lucky that we were positioned in a way that my nose was free and I could continue to breathe as she fucked my face.

"Don't fucking stop, you bastard!" she wailed.

I worked three fingers into her sopping wet snatch and then used the muscles of my entire arm to fuck her pussy hard and push her over the edge.

It worked and she exhaled a long, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" as she started to crest, pushing my face away from her and then holding me in place less than a foot away to blast me square in the eyes with a gigantic wave of cum. It was such a prodigious squirt that there wasn't a square millimeter of my face that wasn't soaked from her cum. I think I moaned instinctively, too as I'd never been soaked so monumentally before. I felt pretty damned good about myself for making that happen.