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PHONE CALL
Neglect leads to cheating; phone call to better cheating.
Chapter 1
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Jasmine Robinson looked out the kitchen window and felt her stomach flip. As she continued gazing, the feeling moved down to her crotch and stayed there, throbbing. The reason for her growing excitement was running a cleaning net across the surface of her swimming pool.
Robbie Craig, age 19, hard, tanned body shirtless in running shorts. He had been cleaning the Robinsons' pool for five months now and flirting with Jasmine for four. Bit by bit over that time she had started to respond, and the flirting had grown progressively more serious, although no action had been taken yet. But in her private moments the idea of letting something happen was growing stronger.
She put the glasses of lemonade she had poured onto a tray and headed out the kitchen door. As she continued thinking about her Robbie fantasy, she realized that it had grown in strength as her relationship with her husband Anthony had seemed to grow weaker. Of course, her and Anthony's problems had started months before they'd met and hired Robbie, so they certainly weren't the teen's fault.
It wasn't that she and Anthony were fighting or anything like that, it was just that her husband simply didn't seem to have any interest in her anymore. Well, not beyond her doing his books since they'd theoretically both started out on this new business venture together. But outside of talking business, even when he was here, he wasn't. And he really wasn't right now. He was off on another trip to try and gain clients. 'Building present and future customer relationships', as he put it.
Well, what about this relationship?
was a question that had been coming into her mind more and more often.
The sound of the screen door banging shut brought Robbie swinging around toward her, a big smile growing on his face. Jasmine loved that smile; it was probably the first thing that had started her fantasy. It was a smile that on this boy's open, guileless face said, 'You are beautiful, and it makes me happy to see you.'
When Anthony had started becoming more distant over the past year, Jasmine had tried not to worry about it; she kept telling herself that it was just the work, that there really wasn't any problem with "them". But subconsciously, she did begin to wonder if there was something wrong with her that was driving him away. She worried that perhaps she was getting too old, wasn't sexy to him anymore. While she'd certainly never let herself go, she still went ahead and increased her workouts, with the result that she was in the best shape she'd been in in years. But still their sex life had been nearly non-existent for months now.
The self-doubts had eaten at her up until that first time she'd caught the pool boy checking her out in a swimsuit. She'd coincidentally been out swimming when Robbie had showed up to clean the pool near the end of his first month working for them. As she'd gotten out so he could do his work, his mouth had fallen open as he watched her walking up the steps in the shallow end in her fairly conservative one-piece.
He'd gotten better at hiding the desire in his face when he saw her poolside now, but the occasional lump she'd seen in his shorts had steadily rebuilt her confidence that she was still an attractive woman. And if a young guy like this found her sexy, then what, or who, was keeping her husband from seeing her the same way?
She was wearing a decidedly non-conservative bathing suit now, a bikini. In a token nod to modesty, she also had a see-through silk wrap around her hips that pretended to cover the small suit bottom. It was a high-cut brief that by itself did a very poor job of covering her large round ass. Her breasts were round and projecting as well and they filled the blue bikini top magnificently. It was a suit she'd never wear in public.
As she leaned over to put the tray on a poolside table, her tits squeezed together, forming a tight cleavage that had Robbie's gaze caught firmly in its grasp. "It's hot out here today," she said as she straightened and picked up a glass. "I thought you might like something cold to drink." She held the glass out toward him, and the boy slowly came forward like a robot.
As Robbie Craig came up to Mrs. Robinson he looked into her eyes and saw something there that seemed to wake him up. "Damned hot," he said, his smile flaring up again as he took the sweating glass from her hand and raised it to his full lips.
Getting into the feel of their flirting game, Jasmine took the other glass and sat in a chair before taking a sip. She never took her eyes off of Robbie's; their startling bright blue under his jet-black hair always intrigued her. As she sat, she crossed her legs, giving him a clear look at her firm thighs.
"You know," he said. "The summer's almost over and I'll be heading off to college upstate. If you don't mind, my brother, Chris, will be taking care of your pool for the rest of the season. You've met him a few times helping me. He's just turned 18 and he's responsible and he knows what he's doing around a pool."
She did know Robbie was leaving, and actually, the fact that he would soon be gone seemed to be one of the reasons her fantasies about him had been growing stronger. A one-time, or at least very short fling, somehow didn't feel like cheating the way a long-term affair would.
"Okay, I'm sure if you've trained him that Chris will do a good job." Then she gave him a blatantly appraising look up and down his fine body. "But does he look so sexy doing it?"
"He'll sure as hell try to, if he thinks it'll get you to pay attention to him. I think a man would do just about anything if he thought it would get your attention."
Jasmine smiled. "And how much attention does a man need to earn this extra effort?"
"Not all that much. Even simple things can easily get him through the night."
"Get him through the night!?" The hot housewife cum bookkeeper laughed with surprised humor and a thrill of delight that she tried to cover. "Just what kind of attention are you talking about and what do you mean by, 'Get him through the night?'"
"Can I speak plainly?" he asked with simple honesty tinged with boldness.
This edge of maturity beyond his years was another thing about this boy that made Jasmine think he could be trusted not to blab. Not only about their still harmless flirting, but also about whatever else might happen. She nodded. "Please do."
"Like I said, just simple things. Like this." He nodded at the tray on the table. "You taking the time to serve me cold lemonade and talk with me. Most of the time while I'm working, I listen to audiobooks to pass the time, but never here because I don't want to miss a chance like this...with you."
Some people may not think Black women blush, but Jasmine certainly felt the heat rising from her bosom to her cheeks.
She coughed lightly to clear her throat before saying, "And me bringing you lemonade and talking with you is all the attention you need? 'To get you through the night,' I think you said?"
"Yes. You sharing a lemonade and talking to me - in a bathing suit - is all I need to get me through the night." He gave her a crooked smile as his gaze blatantly crawled down her body and back up to her eyes, which flashed from shock to pleasure to desire.
Her hand trembled slightly as she brought her glass to her lips to take a cooling sip.
"You know," he continued, "I was listening to an audiobook earlier today and I heard a word that you don't really hear used much day-to-day and it immediately made me think of you."
"And what was this unusual word that reminded you of me?" she asked with surprising anticipation.
"Voluptuous," the lean, beautiful boy said, drawing the word out with its own sensuous curves.
Jasmine's heart skipped and her hand moved unconsciously to the base of her throat.
