It was already after five o'clock but Nick Marcos still had one more customer to take care of. He glanced at the ticket while sitting at a stoplight: "Bridget Summers." He didn't recognize the name or address. "Damn, a new customer. They always take longer to get everything set up."

It was a hot July day, 87 degrees. He just wanted to go home, grab a cold beer and take a dip in the lake behind his house.

Nick turned onto Ridge Road and looked for the address: 6969. "Interesting address," he thought. When he found it, he followed a long winding drive through the woods to a large ranch house. He admired the location: nice and secluded. It was tucked into the woods, far from nosy neighbors' prying eyes.

Nick got out of his truck when a beautiful, curvaceous woman walked out. She had to be in her mid to late twenties. She wore a filmy little sundress with spaghetti straps and no bra. Her full breasts moved freely under the thin material.

"Hello, I'm Bridget. You must be the bug man." Her voice reminded him of a phone sex commercial. He felt his penis shift in his khakis. "Down boy," he thought. Nick never liked to mix business with pleasure; it caused too many problems.

"Come around back and I'll show you where the nests are. I'm having a big 4^th of July party and I don't want anyone getting attacked by bugs."

Nick nodded dumbly and followed her around back. They walked across the yard, with her pointing out spots where she had seen wasps and hornets. She kept bending over just enough to give him a good view of her cleavage. At one point she got down on her hands and knees to look under the deck for a nest. Her dress hiked up and he got a good view of her thong and her tan, firm behind. He hoped she didn't notice the bulge in his khakis.

She noticed, but didn't say anything. She smiled before she walked away.

"I'll let you get to work. Would you like something? A lemonade or a nice cold beer?"

He said he'd take lemonade; drinking on the job was unprofessional. He watched her saunter back into the house. She was a goddess. Just watching her move made him hard as a rock.

He was getting extremely hot walking around her yard. He sprayed all the spots she pointed out. At one point he had to take off his shirt to wrap up a nest he removed. He had run out of bags, but didn't want to go back to get another from his truck.

Nick turned around to find Bridget staring at his tan chest. He knew he was a good- looking man; he wasn't arrogant about it, like some guys, though. Sweat covered his muscular arms and chiseled chest that was dotted with a dark trail of hair that ran from his belly button into his pants. She handed him a glass of lemonade as she stared at that trail.

"It's so hot," she purred, "when you're done working, you're more than welcome to take a dip in my...pool."

"I'm covered with pest control chemicals; I wouldn't want to get this stuff in your pool." He really wanted to take a dip in her, but he had to control himself.

"There's a shower in the pool house; you can hose off. There should be some trunks in there that fit you. I have two brothers; they leave stuff here all the time."

She seemed to really want him to go swimming. He glanced at the pool. It sure would feel good, it was so hot.

"Okay, you win. When I'm done I'll take a quick swim to cool off before my drive home."

"You aren't in a hurry, are you? No wife or kids to rush home to?" She was fishing.

He smiled, "No, I haven't taken the time to settle down yet. I work too much."

"Oh, good." She realized she had said that out loud and blushed a deep shade of pink on top of her tan. "Well, when you're ready, I'll be by the pool."

As he worked, he imagined wrapping his strong arms around her, kissing her passionately and, most importantly, burying the massive bulge in his pants deep inside her. He was getting very hot and it wasn't just from the temperature. He could feel his cock struggling to free itself.

He finished up and put all his equipment back into his truck. He found the pool house and showered off. He hoped the cold water would make his erection go down, but no luck. He grabbed a pair of trunks that fit, tried to camouflage his desire and went to find Bridget by the pool.

There she was, on a lounge chair, hand under her dress. Her thong was moved to the side and she had a finger in her drenched pussy. The thong must have been getting in her way because she tore it off and threw it onto the patio. She then pulled her dress up around her waist and spread her legs wide open. She had her eyes closed and didn't seem to hear him approach.

He cleared his throat. He couldn't believe what he was saying as the words came out of his mouth, "Do you want some help with that?"

She jumped and blushed again, but she was so aroused that it didn't seem to matter that a complete stranger was standing in front of her while she had her fingers buried inside her pussy. She stood, facing him, slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She reached out to undo his pants. She got on her knees and pulled a very large, stiff cock out of the swim trunks.

 Nick moaned and said, "Today is my lucky day," as she started licking his shaft, circling her tongue all around it right up to the tip. When she reached the tip, her lips wrapped around him and she sucked his shaft in as far as she could. He was so large that she couldn't fit the entire thing in her mouth, but she did her best. Moving her pretty lips back and forth, she sucked him hard as he thrust against her. She heard him moan and saw his knees shake so she stopped. Good, he didn't want to come yet. Nick stripped the boxers off and followed her over to the lounge chair.

"Lay down," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a smile. He lay on the lounge chair big enough for two.

She climbed up, brushing her breasts across him. She positioned herself above him, her hot pussy pressed against his hard throbbing cock. He stared into her beautiful green eyes. She pressed her mouth against his and he eagerly kissed back. Passionate kisses just the way he liked; lots of lip, not too much tongue.

 She reached down to guide him into her. She was so wet, he slid in easily. She rode him hard, grinding her body against his, her large breasts bounced up and down as he thrust his hips, pushing deeper and deeper inside her. She came hard and fast, exploding onto his massive cock.

Nick suddenly wanted to know what she tasted like. Probably honey and raspberries; that's what she smelled like.

"Lay down, I want to taste you."

She looked surprised but did what he wanted. He spread her legs wide open climbing between them. First he kissed her sensual lips, trailed down her neck to her large breasts and kissed them, sucked her rosy nipples, first gently, then harder. Then he ran his tongue across them and starting moving down until his face was between her thighs. There he licked all around her full outer lips, dipped his tongue in to taste her (honey and raspberries, just like he thought), and then moved up to find her clit. He was very skilled and knew just what to do. Soon she climaxed again.

He licked up all the sweet nectar that flowed out of her, then pushed her legs up and back and inserted his hard prick into her again. Her pussy was still pulsating, driving him wild. He thrust into her hard and fast. She screamed as his balls slapped against her ass. Hopefully no one heard. He was sweating and moaning, fucking her wildly. He was getting close. He couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out of her and shot a stream of semen across her belly and breasts. Breathing heavily, he collapsed beside her on the lounge.

"Wow, that's a great way to end a long day of work."

"Oh God, yes, that was wonderful," she panted as she lay across the chair, her legs still spread wide open. He could see the juice still flowing out of her delicious cunt.

"I'm sweatier now than I was to begin with. Do you mind if I take a dip in your pool now?" He needed to cool off. Even though he just came, his balls felt tight and his cock was stiffening again.

"No, I don't mind at all. I think I'm going to join you."

He stood up and dove into the pool. She grabbed a towel and quickly cleaned off the jizz on her stomach and chest and jumped into the pool with him. Her breasts bounced and bobbed in the water and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. She looked even sexier all wet. After he did a few laps in the pool he swam up behind her and wrapped his arms around her naked body. He was ready to go again. He couldn't believe it. Usually it took a little while, but something about this woman drove him wild. He pressed his erection into her back. She moaned and pushed her tight ass against him.

He pressed her against the side of the pool and entered her from behind. The water splashed around them as he thrust his big shaft in and out of her. The cool water felt good against their naked bodies as the sun beat down on them. He told her to turn around and face him. Bridget's back was now pressed against the side of the pool. She wrapped her legs around him. He angled his cock to rub her clit and still hit the right spots deep inside. She started to shake as he pumped faster and harder. He thrust deep into her and felt the rush of hot semen flood her insides as she quivered and came with him.

After a few minutes wrapped in each other's arms, they climbed out of the pool. She handed him a towel and watched him dry off, admiring every inch of him. She slipped her dress on and watched him head back to the pool house to grab his clothes. He couldn't believe he had just had sex with a customer. Never, never, never was he supposed to do that. At least he owned the business so there was no boss to get in trouble with.

 After he dressed, he walked back to the pool where she was sitting on the lounge chair they had fucked on.

He handed her a business card. "There's no charge for today. If you have any problems, give me a call."

"I didn't have sex with you to get out of paying. I'm not one of those women," she said, sounding pissed.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean it that way. Look, I've never been in this situation before; I don't know what to say. I don't sleep with customers. Ever...until now."

"Well, I guess I'll have to stop being your customer, then, because I want more of you and I wouldn't want you to keep breaking your own rule." She stood up and wrapped her arms around him. His arms encircled her waist as he kissed her. He realized he wanted more of her, too. He could handle having one less customer.