Katrina Taylor looked out towards the pool with a frown, her blue eyes narrowing as she noted the miscellaneous debris floating on the surface of the water. "Damn it," she muttered in frustration, "now it needs to be cleaned again." It wasn't that Katrina objected to cleaning the pool, although it was far from her favorite chore, what really bothered her that Bill had just barely cleaned it before leaving for his seminar yesterday morning. The wind had really picked up over night, depositing numerous leaves and twigs in their yard and more frustratingly in their pool.
"So much for a morning swim," Katrina grumped as she pulled her robe tighter around her, cinching the belt tight as she turned away from the window. She had changed into her bathing suit, a very utilitarian one piece that Bill didn't like. He had never really said anything to her about her choices in clothes but Katrina knew that he would have preferred her to dress a little more provocative. "I'm 61 and the mother of four children," Katrina had explained to her friend once when they had been discussing Bill's obvious displeasure with the way she dressed, "there is no reason for me to dress like a girl in her twenties. I'm not some young sexpot trying to find a man," she had concluded despite her friend's protests that Katrina still had the body to dress sexier. Katrina had to smile as she thought of the compliments she got on her body. She was in great shape for her age but she put a lot of work into it, going to the gym 6 days a week and taking fitness classes
. I don't do it for the looks or to attract attentions
, Katrina assured herself mentally,
I exercise like I do because it makes me feel good. I'm proud of my body
, she thought, remembering all the times that younger men had tried flirting with her at the gym, hitting on her like she some teenager.
"Well, I'd better get cleaning the pool," she muttered, running her fingers through her short blond hair as she eyed the mess in the backyard with contempt.
This sort of thing only happens when Bill is away.
Her hand was on the handle of the backdoor when she heard the front doorbell ring.
"Hello?" Katrina asked, peering through the peephole at the young man standing on the front step. He looked familiar but she couldn't place where she knew him from as she opened the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Taylor," Seth Robbins smiled as the attractive older woman opened the door, a look of uncertainty on her face as she regarded the young black man. "You don't remember me, do you?" Seth asked with a laugh, "I'm Seth, one of Von's friends from school."
"Oh, yes, hello," Katrina smiled as she finally recognized the young man. "Von doesn't live here anymore," she told him simply as she began to close the door once more.
"Oh, I know, Mrs. Taylor, I know," Seth assured her quickly, hoping to stop her from closing the door on him. "I'm just back from college for the summer and well... I was hoping that I do some odd jobs for you. Cleaning or repairs?" Seth offered, his eyes running over the slender woman as she stood in the door, admiring what he could see of her legs beneath her robe. He had always thought Von's mom was hot even though or maybe even because she never really spoke to him. There was something in her distant attitude towards him the few times he had visited the Taylor household that had turned him on, and made him want her more.
"Well," Katrina paused, uncertain about hiring a young man that she could barely remember. "The pool needs cleaning," she announced finally, letting the door swing open wider so that Seth could enter. "If you do a good job on the pool, I might have more for you to do," she told him, turning to lead him through the house.
"Thank you, Mrs. Taylor," Seth smiled, his eyes dropping down to admire the older woman's ass as she led him towards the pool.
Damn, I'd love to hit that,
Seth thought to himself, barely lifting his eyes from her body as Katrina stopped and turned to him.
"The net and everything is over there," Katrina informed him coldly, pretty certain that he had been ogling her body. "Have it done in half an hour," she told him strictly, mentally vowing that after he cleaned the pool she was going to ask him to leave.
Eyeing me like I was a piece of property,
Katrina fumed mentally as she turned and headed back towards the house.
Seth shook his head as he gathered the equipment and started to clean the pool, fantasizing about Mrs. Taylor and what he would like to do to her.
Bet I could warm that ice queen up a little,
he laughed mentally as he skimmed the leaves off the top of the pool,
probably make her melt in my hands.
While Seth was young, just barely 21, he knew how to please a woman, a skill that he tried to utilize whenever he could.
Mr. Taylor must be out of town,
Seth thought to himself as he finished cleaning the last of the debris out of the pool, His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Katrina calling out to him.