Ava Thomson looked out of the window of her loungeroom. It was a hot September day in the San Fernando Valley, the Santa Ana winds rustling the neat rows of hedges that lined the sprawling driveway to the hacienda that Ava called home.
Ava watched as an old sedan trundled along the driveway. Its driver, Adam Keller, was a 22-year-old student at UCLA majoring in chemistry and lettering in water polo. On this particular day, Adam was working his usual job as a pool cleaner and general handyman. He'd already driven down several similar driveways that day, working in the gardens of the rich and famous. Yet none filled him with nerves more than this one.
It wasn't that Ava was snobby or mean like most of the other Stepford women in the identical houses that he'd visited that day. In fact, it was the opposite. She was always kind and considerate, but he found her confidence, combined with her incredible looks, intimidating.
Ava wasn't tall, probably no more than 5'7, but she had legs that went on forever and she clearly kept in the kind of shape that only a home gym and dedicated personal trainer can deliver. Coupled with her usual high-waisted slacks and a blouse that showed off her ample cleavage, she was the kind of thirty-something woman that could raise the blood pressure of any college guy in a few seconds.
As Adam pulled up outside the house, he absentmindedly bit his lip. He was always nervous about this job, even if Ava always immediately put him at ease.
Unbeknownst to Adam, Ava was also biting her bottom lip at that moment, standing just behind the curtains so as to survey Adam's arrival. Her husband, Kevin, had been away on business for the last mouth and the truth was that she was horny as apeshit. No amount of time with her fingers or her toys had been able to scratch that primal itch deep inside her.
Ava watched as Adam got out of the car, sizing him up, not that she needed to. She had watched the young man working in her garden and around her pool many times, often concealed behind a curtain just as she was now. On many occasions, she had admired the thick muscles of his arms as he weeded, his pert ass in his shorts as he cleaned the pool, and his dark brown hair as it fell into his eyes with sweat. Ava gave an involuntary shiver.
After retrieving his gear from the trunk, Adam pressed the doorbell of the house, biting his lip again without realizing. Ava waited for a few seconds and then strode down the entry hall to answer.
"Oh, Adam, how good to see you. You're early!" Ava exclaimed.
"Yeah, I finished up my other jobs pretty quick this morning, Mrs Thomson, so I thought I'd head around here early to see what you need done," Adam replied, blushing a little and struggling to meet Ava's crystal blue eyes.
"Always a considerate boy," said Ava. "But, remember, call me either Ava or Miss Thomson - I never took my husband's name when we got married. And it makes me feel young!"
"Oh yeah, sure, Mrs... I mean, Miss Thomson," Adam got out. He could see the tiniest bead of sweat on Ava's throat, which moved slowly over her creamy skin and disappeared in between her breasts, their firm crescents visible just above the neckline of her blouse.
Ava cleared her throat and Adam snapped out of his stupor. He felt the color rising in his cheeks and looked down. He missed seeing the brief, but ravenous, grin that appeared on Ava's face.
"Well, there's a lot to do out the back, Adam, I'm sorry," she said, waving her hand in the direction of the back garden. "I'm afraid Kevin's been away for the last month and I'm just useless at all that outdoors stuff."
"That's no problem, Miss Thomson," Adam stammered, trying to move on from his embarrassing moment of distraction. "I'll get onto it."
"That's great, Adam. Just head around the back and perhaps start with the pool," Ava said. "If you don't mind, I might join you today. It's such a lovely day."
Adam stared for a moment, but remembering his earlier indiscretion, he nodded his head as if in acknowledgment and quickly hightailed around to the side gate. Once he was out of Ava's sight, he dropped his shoulders and let out a sigh. Ava stood in the doorway for a moment, letting out a sigh of her own.
When Adam got around to the back garden, he could see that it really was in bad shape. The garden beds were thick with weeds, there were clusters of dead leaves on the surface of the pool, and the hedges needed trimming. This was going to be a big job.
As instructed, he took a scoop of pool water to test it, mixed up the necessary chemicals and dumped them in, before assembling the scoop net. He stood up to begin scooping the leaves out when he heard the gate to the pool open and close behind him. What he saw when he glanced over his shoulder completely floored him.
Ava had picked out her most revealing swimsuit, a deep red bikini. The two pieces of fabric that made up the top were vanishingly small and barely covered Ava's nipples. They were held together by a delicate gold chain that only served to draw attention to her bust as it sparkled in the sun. The bottom was high cut, sitting on Ava's hips, before descending in a neat V that emphasized her long, creamy legs. The fabric covered the barest strip of flesh before curving around into a thong at the back. Ava had set off the whole outfit with a pair of matching red pumps.
Ava walked past Adam, carrying her suntan lotion and a drink. She flashed him a small, almost embarrassed smile, and Adam couldn't help but think about how much she looked like some of the women in the many Vixen pornos that he'd jerked off to over the years.
Adam blushed and looked away, clearly flustered by Ava's sudden appearance in such revealing attire. But she wasn't done yet. She walked ahead of him over to the pool lounger, swaying her hips and making sure he got a good view. Adam felt his briefs beginning to tent, so he quickly turned back to the pool and started leaning in to scoop up the leaves, desperately trying to put Ava out of his mind.
"So, how are your studies going?" Ava said, immediately drawing Adam's attention back to her.
"Oh, yeah, pretty good, thanks," Adam said, keeping his back to Ava as he steadfastly focused on his work. "Just this year to go and then I'm done."
"That's wonderful to hear. You'll be a free man," Ava chimed. "Except from that girlfriend of yours."
Adam's thoughts turned to his girlfriend, Melanie. He had talked to Ava about Melanie before. They had been together for almost two years and they were going strong. Ava had jokingly told him that he was in the wrong time of his life to be in a relationship, but he was happy the way things were, even if Melanie wasn't as adventurous as he might like.
"So, Adam," Ava said after a period of silence. "I couldn't help but notice how you were looking at me before. Did I make you nervous?"
Adam swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in his stomach. "Uh, no, not at all," he said weakly.
