Dirty Desires

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Adam opened the door up to the large house in the suburbs. He was shocked by how extremely massive it was. His boss was going to be gone a few weeks and hoped that Adam wouldn't mind house sitting for a while.

22 years old and freshly out of college, Adam wanted to make every good impression he could on his boss, Mr. Sampson.

Smart, handsome, and popular, Adam was every woman's dream. That was perhaps why he had such an alpha male personality. He realized that he was good looking and he also realized that he had a large piece of meat in his pants that put other men to shame.

He quickly made himself comfortable in the large house, stripping into a pair of swim trunks and going into the oversized pool into the backyard.

He was doing some backstrokes in the pool when he heard the gate open. He wasn't told that anyone was coming to clean the pool so he didn't know who it could be.

He swam to the side of the pool and wiped his eyes, he found himself staring at a large round rack, and then looked up to a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Ummm can I help you?"
 
Desiree stared down at the young man, tossing her ash blonde hair over her left shoulder. Folding her arms under her breasts, she pushed them up further. The powder blue sundress she wore did little to hide the hourglass figure. She certainly didn't look like the wife of a Minister. She looked more like she belong in the centerfold of Playboy. Her large green eyes held his for a moment as a smile curved her full lips. "I heard the splashing around. Mr. Sampson is supposed to be out of town, you must be the young man he was telling me about."

The sight of him made me mouth water. She felt a tingling in her nipples, a like between her shaply thighs. "I'm Desiree Hale, my husband and I are Mr. Sampson's neighbors." She hiked a thumb to the house adjacent to the one where they now were. She bent slightly, offering not only a hand but an ample view of her clevage.
 
He took her soft hand, while also getting an eyeful of the ample amount of tits in his face, he shook it and got up out of the pool. The water was running down his muscular body as he grabbed a towel and started rubbing it across his hair and over his chest.

"I'm Adam, nice to meet you. I'm just going to be looking over this place for a couple of weeks while he's gone, I'm sure he told you."

Her body reminded him of something like Pamela Anderson, except more natural. Mr. Sampson had told him that if Adam had to leave, just to let the neighbors know.

He had also said that it was a minister, but surely this couldn't be his wife. Wives of preachers didn't look like that did they?

"I was just getting a swim, it's pretty hot out here for October don't you agree?"
 
"Yes." she said sweetly. Her voice a low southern drawl slid from her plump red lips and into the air between them. "He did inform my husband that he would be out of town." She smiled at him, watching as he dried off, enjoying the sight of his bronzed body.

"Indian summer." she mused, turning her own face toward the sun, soaking in the rays. "I just love days like this." Her eyes met his, holding them for a moment. Then, moved down, taking in the chisled muscles of his chest and stomach. "Have you worked for Mr. Sampson long?"
 
"No not too long Mrs. Hale, I mean a few months. He hired me right after I got out of college. I do enjoy working for him."

Adam grabbed his pair of sunglasses that were lying on one of the stands by one of the poolside recliners. He slipped them on over his eyes. It helped for two things, the sun and he could take in as much of Mrs. Hale's body as possible.

"I just hopped in the pool a while ago, if you want, you can take a dip with me. I could always use some conversation."
 
"Please," she said, with a voice that could melt butter, "Call me Desiree, everyone else does." She smiled at him, admiring the view of his body. He made her mouth water, so much better looking than her husband. He was 25 years her senior, close to three hundred pound and had a shock of thinning gray hair. But, she had been attracted to the most important thing, his money. He was a minster of a MegaChurch in the area. His services were broadcast on national TV. She was the eye candy.

"And I've forgotten my suit." she said. "I wouldn't mind keeping you company though." She said, pulling up a patio chair, sitting in it, crossing her long legs.
 
"All right Desiree, well I appreciate the company, I do have a pair of shorts and a t-shirt if you want to dip in though."

He smiled at her as he jumped in the pool, his head peaking out and looking up at her. His eyes were actually clear, but he used the opportunity to take a long look at her busty body. Jesus her husband was lucky.
 
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