Page 2 of Pool Girl - An Instalove Possessive Age Gap

He’s an Adonis, filling the huge doorway with an almost equally sized frame, his thick, V-shape torso is pure muscle which flexes with his every breath and has stiffened with the cold.

Much like my own chest, but for a very different reason.

My first and only instinct is to reach out and touch the man if only to prove to myself that something… someone so perfect, so beautiful could actually exist.

But I only stare.

I can’t help but look further down the man, he’s a step or two higher up than me, apart from being well over six and a half feet tall.

He has on something similar to what Witch Barbie was wearing, but it’s around his narrow, sculpted waist.

I can see the outline of his thick, cut, tanned legs underneath, but what really catches my eyes, what arrests my breath entirely, is the shape of his manhood snaking out from underneath. His tiny towel struggling to contain the potency he’s packing behind it.

I feel him watching me, he’s almost grinning by the time I lift my head, unable to stop staring at him.

I feel a flush of heat to my groin, the puffy parka I have on suddenly too hot to wear and I wish I had the kind of body that could go around in one of those tropical suits.

“It’s cold,” he says in a deep, warm tone. His voice is rich and strong, but friendly. It dances, like his eyes.

He’s looking me up and down again, a sudden breeze lifts a section of his towel and I see it. A blue speedo.

Thick cock.

The man isn’t cold.

He’s red hot, and my dad isn’t the only one with a temperature right now. I feel my legs shudder in time with my own breath. A line of warmth radiating in my jeans.

“Uh… I’m Will,” he finally says, a curious look on his face now, puzzled.

I realize I haven’t even told him who I am or what I’m doing on his front steps.

“I’m Piper. Pool girl. Uhhh… hehe… I mean, my dad… I’m here to clean the pool,” I finally stammer like an idiot, watching his brows go up with renewed curiosity.

He peeks around the doorway, not even trying to hide his body, nor his growing dick.

Or is it always like that? Oh dear lord.

I make a sort of squeaking sound, biting my lip.

“Is your dad here?” he asks furtively, and all I can do is shake my head.

“No!” I almost shout. “Just me… all alone… no dad here.” I feel like adding that I’m nearly twenty, just so he knows, but I’ve already made enough of a fool of myself.

He makes a low sound in the back of his throat, steps back a little, and opens the door even wider.

“Well then, Piper, you’d better come on in.”Chapter TwoWillGood things come to those who wait, but until I see her I don’t even realize she’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.

Not just this morning, or even this year.

My whole life is explained the moment I see her.

I almost ignore the bell, until I remember Guy is coming to do the pools today.

Guy is his name. It was my suggestion he just name his business ‘Pool Guy.’ He thought it was tacky, but his customers remember him that way and he’s done well for himself out of it all, I guess.

I was about to put myself through my morning workout routine, starting with a swim, but once I open the door it’s not just my day’s routine that’s changed.

I feel like my whole life has just rearranged itself in a split second. Not to mention my need to rearrange my speedo.

Piper.

I knew Guy had a daughter, even recall seeing her with him a few times years back… just a kid back then, but whatever Mother Nature’s done in the meantime she’s hit the jackpot.

Or maybe it’s just me who feels that way.

Her puffy parka is zipped up to the middle, with her ample chest peeking out, which grabs my eye. But it’s her eyes that arrest me straight off.

The clearest blue, highlighted by wisps of her dark bangs that have strayed from under her fur cap, I sense a youthful adventurousness in them… but also a degree of sadness.

Loneliness.

I know the look. It’s reflected back at me whenever I look in the mirror.

It’s not cold enough for snow, but this spring is a slow starter. My morning swim was going to be in the indoor heated pool, but seeing her flushed face and stamping feet I forget how cold it still gets outside.

Not that I go out much.

But there’s something else in her eyes, something undeniable.

My own dick starts pulsing just at the sight of her, despite the cold and the way her eyes widen then dilate, I wonder if this old man has still got it.

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