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Achieving New GoalsBy Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.   She sat up, raising her hips up high, and bent over, watching as she slid my cock inside of her slowly. She lowered herself, sliding down my shaft, watching the whole thing disappear inside of her.She sat down, resting her full weight on my cock and sighed. "Damn," she moaned. "I knew it."I reached for her and pulled her down onto my chest, holding her in my arms my cock buried deep inside my dream woman's tightness. We stayed like that, kissing warmly and lovingly, my hands caressing her body, her tight confines pulsing around my cock. She started to raise her hips up, and I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her back down hard. "No.""Just a little, baby?" she pleaded."No. Relax. Let's stay like this a little while longer."She ground her hips against me and I slapped her ass hard. "Don't, Amy, or I swear I'll pull out."She whimpered softly and settled back down. She buried her head in my shoulder, while I caressed that amazing body. I was rubbing her back when I felt the sobs start."Shush," I whispered, hugging her.She started crying, hard, the sobbing echoing through her body around my cock. I grabbed her ass again, holding her tight against me, my cock throbbing inside of her, while she let it out.When she calmed down, I let go of her ass, feeling her adjust herself and settle back on my cock. I wrapped her in my arms, kissing her pretty face, tasting the salt of her tears, all of which I kissed away.She pressed her lips to mine, kissing me again. A long passionate kiss of desperation. She finished by nibbling my lip and pulling off of me. "Thank you," she said."I love you," was all I could answer.She nodded, then turned around, lowering her pussy over my face before taking me in her mouth.It was beautiful. Magical. Just as she'd worshiped my cock, I did the same for her tasty little pussy. Teasing, kissing, tasting, memorizing ever little fold and bump, knowing this might have to last for a lifetime. I was able to get her to come for me softly, then once more, with my cock all the way down her throat, she came hard. My own need burst upon me unawares, and I thrust upward with my hips, shooting my load down her throat.She pulled off in the middle of my cumming, sucking the head, and drawing every last drop out of me. I kissed her perfect pussy goodbye, my heart shattering in my chest.She laid down on me, my softening cock in her mouth, my lips glued to her c**t, sucking softly, never wanting to stop. I felt her head resting on my thigh, her lips still holding onto me gently. She held me in her mouth, her tongue slowly caressing my sensitive helmet. I licked her gently, lovingly, along each side fold and then up the middle and inside her. I relaxed, my mouth glued to her pussy, my tongue taking a last tender journey until I rested, the tip barely inside her.We stayed that way for a couple of minutes until she slowly got up and turned around. I held her silently for a bit until she kissed me and got up. She was wearing a forced smile. "Let's go, poolboy. We've still got some work to do, right?"She got up and slid her panties on, while I pulled my shorts up. She took me by the hand, her beautiful t**s still on display, and walked to the pool.We took a few minutes to check the water, add the shock, and check the skimmers. I showed her how to turn the salt-water chlorinator from it's super-chlorination setting to the normal level.I wanted to do more, but the pool was immaculate and our job was done. We stood by the side of the pool, looking at it."We did a good job, didn't we?" she asked."We did. I have some good news. All the materials came to less than $900. We're even. No second payment necessary.""I want to pay you the rest," she said."I won't take it."She was holding my hand and gave me a squeeze. "We're done, aren't we?""As good as it's going to get."She turned and hugged me. "I...I don't want you to come around and clean the p

Gushing All Over The Cute Guy.By Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.   I took her hand in mine and walked over to the beach entry, where we could slowly enter the pool. The water was still pretty cool, not having had much time to heat up in the last day. I dove under the water, preferring the all-at-once method of getting used to the water, while Amy slowly walked deeper, standing on tip-toes, squealing when the cold water reached her breasts. "It's going to warm up, right?" "By tomorrow afternoon, it'll be 10 degrees warmer. Another reason to finish filling it as early as possible." I walked to her, and she wrapped her legs around me, her arms encircling my neck. I held her, moving slowly deeper, until the water was up to her neck. I stepped back toward the shallower water a few steps, until the water as armpit deep."It's not so bad now," she admitted."I wish this didn't have to end," I told her. "I can't imagine not being around you every day."She nodded, pulling me in close. "I know. Back to the boring, hum-drum, everyday life.""No. Not that. A new life, pursuing your dreams, right?"She nodded. "I hope so."I pressed my lips against hers, and we kissed each other thoroughly, lovingly, deeply. I had my hands on her ass, fondling them, reaching inside her bottoms to feel her flesh.I walked her to the shallow end, and put her down. "Wait here. I'll be right back."I went to the porch and retrieved the work she'd done, after drying my hands thoroughly. I grabbed the towels and set the towels and her writing down on the towels, along with a pen and the goals notebook to lean on. Then I got back in the pool and joined her at the side by her work."Find anything out, while you made your dream list?""Did I ever. There's so many things I want to do. I probably could have added another 100 to the list.""Like what? What really sticks in your head?""I like doing new and unusual things, but I don't. Not anymore. Not since I was in high-school. I want to scuba dive on a sunken boat, I want to go hang-gliding. I want to parachute out of a plane. I want to spend an afternoon on jet-skis. I want to ride across country using the back-roads on the back of a motorcycle. I want to go on a safari. I want to climb Kilimanjaro. I want to hike the Great Wall. I..."I laughed. "I get it. Lots of things you want to do. How about education, career, financial. Any ideas there?"She nodded eagerly. "I want to get a degree in marketing, and an MBA. I want to learn all about running and operating a non-profit organization. I'm going to work for one of the medium sized non-profits and see how things are really done, versus what they teach you in school. And then I'm going to figure out who I most want to help in the world, and dedicate my life to that. I'm not sure what that will be yet, but I know I want to help people, not endangered animals, not the environment, not politics. People who need my help, and whose lives can change dramatically for the better."She was leaning over the side of the pool, flipping through her pages of writing, so animated it had me choking up. Such a difference.I was leaning against her body, looking over her shoulder. "You know what I love about what you just told me?""No. What?""How you went from all the things you said you wanted to do, to telling me what you were going to do. You are going to work for a non-profit. You are going to figure out who you're going to help, and how you are going to dedicate your life to that. That's wonderful. You know. You have a purpose."My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, and were busy wandering over her body."Did I say that? I didn't even notice.""Yes, you went from a list of things you wanted to do, things that interested you but were not absolutes, to the core of what you wanted to do with your life."I turned her around so she was facing me. "Tonight, you'll take that list, and using it you'll make a new one. You'll list five things you want to do,

Casting out Shame & Self Loathing.By Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.   I was standing over the pool at 9:00 am on the dot. I'd gone to bed so early, I'd woken up at 7:00 and couldn't get back to sleep. A McDonald's Egg McMuffin was percolating in my belly, and I felt refreshed and renewed.The pool was full, and the hoses were still going. I quickly turned them off, and rolled the hoses back up. Then I started the filter running. The sun was warm already. It was going to be a hot one. I peeled my shirt off and tossed it to the side, helping myself to some of Amy's sun-tan lotion, covering my shoulders and face. I went out to my car and got the chemicals out. Time for the magic. I walked the perimeter of the pool, adding stabilizer, algaecide, clarifier, and finally shock. I hauled out four 50 pound bags of salt, and started pouring the fine salt into the water, one bag at a time. I was working on the last bag when I happened to glance over at the porch and saw Amy there, leaning against the door watching me. She had on a robe, and an odd little smile.I finished emptying the bag, and headed her way. "Good morning, beautiful."Her smile looked forced. "Morning pool boy.""What's wrong?" I asked, moving closer to her."Nothing. Everything. I don't know.""You're breaking my heart, morning Goddess," I teased."Please. Enough of the Goddess. I'm nobody's Goddess. Slut is more like it.""Don't," I said firmly."It's true!""Don't."She covered her face with her hands. "How can you even look at me after the way I behaved yesterday?"I pulled her close and held her. She was stiff at first, then slowly melted into my arms, crying, tears running down my bare chest."Have you seen your pool yet?" I asked when the sobs had almost disappeared.She shook her head."C'mon then. It's time to see the fruits of your labor." I took her hand in mine and walked over to the pool."What do you think?"She smiled. "A miracle. You saved my ass, Alex.""Quite a nice ass to save, if you don't mind my saying."She snorted, quite unladylike. "You should know. You've seen more of it than anybody else has outside of my doctor.""Are you mad at me, Amy?" I asked."Mad at you? Hardly.""Then what is it?"She leaned her head back with a sigh. "I...I'm not who I thought I was. Amy Dixon would never have behaved like she did yesterday. I never thought I could be such a tramp." She crossed her arms over her chest, turning to face the pool. "How desperate am I, that I would drag you into my backyard and blow you, with my husband sitting watching TV fifty feet away? That I'd let you finger me while laying out next to my friend, and almost beg for more when you left me hanging."She turned to face me. "I'm such a whore. I'm letting you do whatever you want to me, just so I can get my pool cleaned on the cheap. Hell, I practically begged you to spank me and came as hard as I'd ever come in my life, with your finger buried in my ass, God help me. Is this anyway for a married woman to behave? My mother would be so proud."I was lost for words. What could I say to her?I took her hand in mine, and walked her over to the covered porch. "Sit," I told her, at the end of our favorite lounge chair.She sat down stiffly, and I moved behind her, sitting with her between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. "I don't have any answers Amy. I don't know your situation. I barely know you. You've been a mysterious fantasy for me ever since I was old enough to appreciate a woman. And in the last few days, you seemed like a happy girl, looking for a little excitement in her life, and willing to work for it. There's a wild, playful and extremely sexy woman inside you, looking to get out. I saw her. And I adore her."Amy sniffed loudly. "She's a filthy little slut."I eased my hand inside of her robe, and found nothing but soft flesh. I cupped her bare breast in my hand. "She's my naughty little slut, and she's amazing.""How can you say that? I should disgus

Creative Workplace Morale BoostingBy Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.   I got the pressure washer out and cleaned the area around the lip of the pool, then worked on the tile rim. I spent a good bit of the time watching her reading a book while she got some more sun. Naked looked good on Amy.The ping of her phone getting text messages, and her constant responses had me wondering who she was communicating with, and if I was part of that conversation. "Poolboy, could you come over here a second?"I walked over and was surprised to see her hold up her phone, back pointed toward me. "That was all, thanks. And let me know if you need my help with anything." I was putting away the pressure washer when she came over to help me. "Looks like you could use some attention," she told me, with a meaningful glance below my waist."Lotion first?""Sure, but make it quick. No fooling around, Ok? And take your shorts off first.""Got it." It only took me a couple of minutes to get her nice and slippery again. I still spent more time on her ass and t**s than was absolutely necessary, but she didn't give me too hard a time over it.This time she had me sit on a chair, and pulled one of the cushions off so she could kneel on it, at my feet. I had only been semi-hard, but the act of rubbing her all over, and her sexy positioning had its expected effect."Sorry about that last one, you were driving me crazy," she explained, taking my cock in her hand and stroking me slowly."I wasn't complaining.""No. I guess not. Still, I thought we could be a little more playful this time. Not be in such a rush.""Sounds good to me.""There's something I was thinking about. I thought maybe you'd like it.""I imagine you're right, whatever it is.""Good." She reached out for the tanning lotion and squirted a lot at the top of her cleavage. She rubbed it around, then leaned forward, wrapping her tits around my cock. She pushed them together and moved them up and down, sometimes together, sometimes separately. "What do you think?"I groaned, holding her shoulders and thrusting between her soft mounds. "I think you are amazing," I groaned."You like it?" she whispered shyly."Incredible."She watched me, smiling sweetly, while her pillowy breasts pleasured me. I had never done anything like it before, but I swore by all that was Holy, I'd be doing it again."Is it exciting you? Can you come for me like this?""Definitely.""Do you want to hold them? Fuck my tits with your big fat cock? Tell me what you want."I couldn't even get any words out. I grabbed her soft t**s, squeezing them together, and thrusting up between them. I spread my legs as wide as possible, allowing her to get closer. She giggled when she applied a new layer of lotion to her smooth channel. It was different, oily and slippery as hell."That stuff is good," I gasped."Fuck my tits, Alex. Use me," she whispered huskily.It only took me a minute or so longer to reach the point of no return. "Where?" I gasped."Right there. Come for me Alex. Come on my t**s."With a groan, I acceded to her command.She giggled, and rubbed my cock all over the mess I'd made of her, spreading my cum around her skin. "I like to feel it on me, feel it harden under the sun, tightening, clinging to my skin." She blushed. "When you told me you came 5 times thinking about me, all I could imagine was laying out in the sun, while you covered me with your spunk over and over again, my skin tingling wherever you coated me."I laughed. "That's a fantasy I think I wouldn't mind working on. I could save up for a few days, and see how many times I could come for you, back to back to back, marking you as mine."Her hands moved up to her chest, fingers rubbing at my sticky cum. "You do that for me, and I promise I'll find something equally as wild to do for you."After our break I went around the inside of the pool removing each of the water outlets, which took some doing, and re-seating each one after cleaning them. I aim

Jobsite Distractions and The Best Breakroom accommodations.By Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.   The difficulty lay in removing the pump assembly from the outer shell. Amy was leaning over the pump, her hands braced against it, all of her weight pressing down on it, to hold it still. Her t**s were squeezed out between her upper arms, driving me crazy. I was tugging on the pump, pulling from side to side, trying to wiggle it out, and her tits were responding to my actions by shaking like crazy, making me want to throw everything to the side and gobble them up. I kept looking up at her as the plastic separated, a few millimeters at a time."What?" she asked, catching my eye.I was honest. "Your incredible t**s are driving me crazy."She giggled and gave a little shimmy. "Oh, these old things?""Damn you're hot, woman."She smiled, then leaned forward, her weight still pressing downward, but about a foot closer. "Hot for my pool-boy."She was killing me. With a growl I yanked hard and the two pieces separated, almost landing me on my ass.She laughed out loud. "I see what you mean by incentive. If we get this done by four, I'll let you play with my t**s while I'm paying you off."She left me, with the excuse that she was going to clean up. I started the disassembly, and watched her lay out in the sun, chatting on the phone, completely naked. I wanted to throw the tools aside and jump on her.At 3:44 I was attaching the last of the bolts. "Done. Now to see if it was done right," I called out to her, mesmerized as she walked toward me, her body glistening in the sun. She was wiping herself down with a towel and casually wrapped it around her waist.I pulled out my test wiring harness, and plugged it in. With a flick of a switch, the pump came to life. "Ta-da! Three-hundred thirty two dollars, and 3 hours later, we have ignition."She smiled for me. "The pool company wanted $1600 parts and labor to replace the pump.""I guess you're getting your money's worth.""And I imagine it's time to make sure you're rewarded for coming to my rescue."I didn't have any witty response for her, and thankfully didn't need one. She lowered my shorts, freeing my aching erection. Within a few moments she had me reclining on one of the loungers, sitting next to me, her hand holding my cock.Her hand glided up and down my shaft, silky soft against my tender skin. She grabbed a bottle of tanning oil, and drenched me, her hand sliding freely. I closed my eyes, as near to heaven as I was ever likely to get. "God, please, let me die now."She giggled. "Now that would be a shame, since we still haven't gotten to the good part." Her fingers gripped a little tighter, as if trying to draw my essence outward. "I've felt so guilty for the last few hours, seeing you working so hard, that huge bulge in your shorts never going down. You've been hard for me since you got back from the store, haven't you?""A lot longer than that," I confessed. "Years longer.""Then it's about time I did something about it, isn't it?"I groaned for her, thrusting back against her hand. "This is incredible. Just like that.""Hard to believe I let you talk me into doing this for you every week for the rest of the summer. Can you even imagine anything like it? Now every single week, I'm responsible for making sure that first we prime this monster of yours, and then we milk it dry."She moved up the chair, until she was sitting beside my waist. "You've always liked my t*****s, haven't you, Alex?""Always," I managed to groan."You can touch them, if you like."I reached out and cupped her tit in my hand. So beautiful. So perfect. With a loud groan I came for her. She continued stroking me, drawing forth every last drop. "Wow, Alex! You came a lot! Been saving up for me?"I twitched when her hand cupped my sensitive head and twisted softly. "Since last night."She reached for a towel and wiped me down, before handing me the rest of my Bud. "I hope I didn't disappoint you. B

College guy comes home for the summer.By Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.   "Mom, gimme a break! I only got back from college two days ago. How about a little time to relax?""If you're not going to work for your father, you're going to stick with our deal. I won't have you laying around the house all summer.""All summer? I'm talking about a week's break, Mom. One week. Not a weekend. I'll start with the handyman services next Monday. I still haven't seen any of my old crowd or anything," I argued."Two days should be rest enough. Amy Daniels needs pool help in a bad way. I told her you'd stop by and see what you can do. Think you can find time for her in your busy day?"Amy Daniels? "Uh, when does she need me?" "What's the verdict, Alex?"She'd been following me around for the last hour, like a nervous kid. The pool was a dark green swamp. I was trying to get to the root of the problem, but she was seriously distracting. I'd always had a thing for Mrs. Daniels, in a huge way, and her current outfit was reminding me why. She was wearing a bikini with a diaphanous waist wrap that left far too much of her MILFish body exposed for me to maintain my concentration on the task at hand.I'd glance at her at every opportunity, taking in every little detail of her bodacious body. Her bikini top squeezing her skin, the flesh of the t**s bulging at both sides of her bikini top. How the wrap around her narrow waist hung at the swell of her hips. The way her skin glowed, moist with perspiration, little drops of sweat rolling down her cleavage. The fine down of nearly invisible hairs on her forearms. Bowed lips, with fine lines of worry at their corners, as she listened to me explain each issue. I could barely tear my eyes off of her.She and Mom were friends, good friends, had been ever since she and her husband first moved into the neighborhood four years earlier. They'd been newlyweds - he was about my parents age; she was a lot younger, just a couple of years out of college and the perfect arm-candy a go-getter needed to move ahead in the business world. Or so Mom said when they had first moved in."Mrs. Daniels, how long has it looked like this?""Since the end of pool season last year. Cash has been kind of tight, and we put off the work as long as possible, since we weren't going to use the pool," she admitted guiltily."Your pump is shot, the filter lines are clogged, and the scum on the bottom has gotten too good a hold to simply scrub off. No telling if the automatic cleaner is working at all. I imagine the filter itself is a complete mess. It's probably going to take a couple of weeks to get it clean. I think you're going to need professional help."She was wringing her hands; I thought people only did that in movies. "I've already talked to the pool people. They want more than $4,000 to fix it. And they quoted three weeks to get the parts in and get it cleaned up. I was hoping we could have it done this weekend. And four grand is way out of my budget.""This weekend? I don't think I could get it done that fast if I worked day and night on it. And it would still cost thousands of dollars."She sat down on the spa wall, her pretty head in her fine, long-fingered hands. "Dale's going to kill me. It took me two years to convince him to put the pool in, and I promised I'd take care of it. Now we've got this huge party planned, and if it isn't perfect I'll never hear the end of it." She looked up at me, with her big green eyes. "Isn't there anything we can do? Please?"I sighed. For Amy Daniels, I knew I'd do whatever it took. "Let me look into it, and I'll see what can be done. No promises."She laughed, jumping up and giving me a big hug. "Thanks, Alex. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. I promise, you won't regret it."The hug was definitely worth the effort of doing a little research. Four years ago she'd been this sexy older woman, tall and beautiful, who would come by the house regularly to cr