Peeping Tom

I stop in front of the house, then double check the address to ensure it’s correct. Trees line the front yard, a cobblestone path leading through it. I can’t see the house number from the street, but the last house was 765, so this must be 769. Taking the net and caddy full of supplies from the van, I slide the door shut before walking up the ornate drive to the front door.

The landscaping is immaculate. They probably have a gardener and I wonder momentarily why he or she doesn’t maintain the pool too. But judging from the opulent look of the house, money is no issue. Which means they probably have someone to do almost everything. Luckily for me, as today’s job will certainly help pay the bills.

I press the bell, holding the button longer than necessary. It chimes inside, a buzz more than a ring. I wait a few minutes, and when no one answers, I try again before checking my clipboard and the three numbers tacked beside the door. Yep, 769. This is the place. I check my watch. Ten minutes to eleven. I’m five minutes late.

My finger is pressing the button for a third time when the door swings open, revealing who I assume to be the lady of the house. Dressed in a turquoise string bikini that highlights deeply tanned flesh, her breasts spill from the top of the too small halter. The straps on either side of her hips are barely holding a tiny piece of fabric in place between her legs, and I fight the urge to pull them and watch it fall away. Long blonde curls sweep over her shoulders and down her back as quizzical green eyes assess me.

Clearing my throat, I say, “hello, ma’am. I’m Tom, from EZ-Clean Pool Systems. I have a scheduled appointment for ten forty-five. For a clean, filter change,” checking the clipboard again, I continue, “and a PH balance.”

“Oh, shit, yes, I forgot. I’m so sorry, I gave the help the day off. Come in, come in. The pool’s out back, but the gate at the side is blocked momentarily. Bricks and other such things. We’ll have to go through.”

She leads the way, narrow hips topped with a heart-shaped ass swaying with every step. The only bits of her that have any jiggle are her luscious tits, and I can’t help but thinking that if she’s going to be lazing by the pool, I may have an issue hiding my erection. I’m already at half mast and that’s just from introducing myself.

The back door opens onto a deck, perfectly centered around the pool with one end deep enough for diving. It must have cost a fortune to have it installed. Trees line the yard, giving ample privacy. A bar sits off to the side, a fireplace, sofa and two chairs sitting welcomingly before it.

“The Pool house is over there,” she directs with a wave of her hand. “I have some work to do inside, but if you need anything else, please just holler. I’ll leave the window open in my studio so I can hear.”

“That sounds great, ma’am. Thank you.”

As I walk towards the pool house, she goes inside, sliding the patio door shut behind her. I sigh, relieved, but somewhat saddened that I won’t have her to distract me today. Oh, well. Better get to it.

There isn’t a lot to clean, the pool cover does a good job of keeping it debris free. Even so, I roll it back and take my time dipping the net into the water, walking around, and checking each jet. The filter is clean too, which makes me wonder why they called for an appointment. It doesn’t seem like anything is out of sorts. The PH is perfect, so I check my watch. Fifteen minutes. I feel bad charging for an hour to only do a few minutes’ work. I walk towards the window she suggested I holler into, deciding to just head on my way and add today’s bill to next months.

Sheer curtains are open slightly, fluttering lazily in the gentle breeze. I’m just about to call out, wondering why I didn’t ask her name, when I see her. Facing away from me, she poses in front of a camera on a tripod. A mirror placed just right sends her reflection back to me, giving me a stunning view from both sides.

After a few adjustments to position and angle, the camera snaps. She takes a few more shots, then her fingers pull the thin string holding her top up and I gasp as her ripe tits tumble out. The two strings on either hip go next, and then she stands there, gloriously naked, as my cock swells once more.

Grabbing a remote, she presses a button and music comes to life, a deep beat that echoes off the walls and into me. Touching the camera once more, she dances sensually, her hands running up her thighs, over a defined belly to an ample bosom. She squeezes, presses them together, then grips each nipple tight, pulling and twisting as she does, her hips swaying to the music all the while.

Turning, she bends and presses her round ass towards the camera, looking into it while biting her lip, before smacking each toned cheek, the sound muted by the techno bass. Placing a hand on either hip, she spreads her cheeks, giving me a perfect view of her tight puckered hole and wet slit glistening in the natural light supplied by the window. I lick my lips, trying to gather some moisture from my mouth, my breath stuck in my throat.

After some dancing, she gets on all fours and crawls towards me, her tits pendulating back and forth, ass matching the motion in the reflection. I think about stepping back, or calling out to let her know I’m here, but reconsider as she stops at a mattress I had not seen laid on the floor. Furry black and white fabrics and lush red pillows cover every inch of the inviting platform.

Laying back before placing two fingers into her mouth, she sucks them until moistened, then using her other hand separates her folds. Dipping her fingers into her core, she moans, her eyes rolling back. Pumping once, then again, they trail back to her clit, where she circles it tightly. Her other hand pinches and rolls her nipples, back and forth.

My pants are suddenly tight and uncomfortable. I adjust myself, but the minuscule touch does nothing but trick my cock into thinking it’s go-time. He jumps towards my hand, begging to be touched, groped, and stroked. I look down, but can’t bring myself to pull him out. My luck, that’s when she’ll notice I’m getting the world’s greatest peep show. The cherry on the icing is that she’s paying me to be here.

From under a pillow, she pulls out a dildo. It’s shaped like a cock, but coloured like something you’d find in a mythical garden, all purples and blues and glitters of gold. Slipping it between her parted lips, she sucks it, like she did her fingers, until she’s satisfied it’s thoroughly dampened, then slides it into her center, one agonizingly slow inch at a time.

Even over the thumpy bass, I can hear her cunt sucking it in after each pull. The sound is mesmerizing, and I lean closer to the window until my head knocks against the pane, bumping against the glass loudly.

She stops then and looks over at me as I step back, attempting to hide from being caught.

“I know you’re there. I already saw you. The view’s better in here, and I could use a cameraman.”

I don’t have to be asked twice. Within minutes I’m standing in her studio, which I discover is just a fancy name for bedroom, although this one is set for movie production, not sleeping. Cameras, mirrors, and lights cover any empty floor space. The closet is stuffed with lingerie and woman’s clothing of various styles, all leaving her scantily clad.

The dildo is still being thrusted deep into her, and she says nothing as I enter, simply crooks her finger at me, silently asking me to come to her. Tripping over my shoes as I attempt to step out of them, I catch myself before falling onto her, my face inches from her lap.

She giggles, a high cheerful laugh, then pulls the dildo out and hands it to me.

“It’s always better when someone else does it, unless you have something else that will scratch the itch.”

My pants are around my ankles in record time, my cock jetting towards the sky. Handing me a condom, she opens her legs wider, smiling at me before she asks, “did you enjoy the peep show?”

My only response is a moan as my cock sinks into her.

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