No. She said nothing, didn’t respond, because she’d decided several months ago that it was payback time. And every slap, every humiliation, only cemented her resolve further.
Payback. And she had just the method.
Donna rose and began to get ready for bed.
Two
It was Thursday, and Kyle was trawling the pool with his net, scooping up the pollen and greenfly which had invaded the surface since his last visit three days earlier, when the girl came walking own the slope of the lawn from the house.
He stopped and, despite himself, stared. She was around his age, maybe a year or two younger. Slim, long-legged body, long glossy black hair that fell well past her shoulders.
She was wearing sunglasses and a T-shirt and short-shorts, and carrying a rolled-up towel and a bottle of sun lotion. She smiled – a nice smile, showing brilliant white teeth – and said, ‘Hello.’
Kyle’s voice failed him for a moment, and when it did come it was uncertain. ‘Uh…hello.’
He realised he must look like some kind of weird statue of a pool cleaner, and began dragging the net again. From the corner of his eye, unable to help himself, he watched the girl. Seeming unaware of him, she chose a spot on the grassy verge alongside the pool and bent to roll out her towel. Her back was to him as she did so, and Kyle stared as the cotton of her shorts stretched even more tightly across her taut ass.
Kyle’s slow amble round the pool took him to the opposite side so that he was able to get a better view of the girl. He watched as she crossed her arms across her body and peeled the T-shirt over her head. In doing so she stretched to her full height and Kyle gazed at the flat tanned expanse of her belly, a diamond winking in her navel. Under the T-shirt she wore a lemon-yellow bikini top. She tossed the T-shirt aside and slipped her shorts down her legs, revealing matching bikini briefs.
Kyle had time to wonder just who she was – the Thurgoods didn’t have any kids, as far as he knew, and in any case Mrs Thurgood at least was too young to be this girl’s mother – when she did something that stopped all Kyle’s wonderings. Stopped all his thoughts, dead.
Reaching behind her, the girl unhooked her bikini top and dropped it on the lawn.
Her breasts were small and perfectly round, and so pert that the little brown nipples were slightly uptilted. Kyle caught his breath as the girl lowered herself on to her butt on the rolled-out towel and her bare breasts bobbed with the movement. She reached for the sun lotion and squeezed some onto the palm of her hand, before starting to rub it slowly and methodically over herself, starting with her arms and shoulders.
Just as her hands reached her breasts and began smoothing the cream in, she raised her head. Although Kyle couldn’t see her eyes behind the sunglasses, he knew she was looking straight at him. A half-smile played over her lips.
Quickly he dropped his gaze, his face reddening with furious embarrassment. He began trawling the pool with renewed vigor, conscious as he did so that he was being a little too obvious. He was glad he was wearing baggy cargo shorts again. It meant the bulge of his erection was at least partly concealed.
‘What’s your name?’ the girl called.
It gave him an excuse to look up at her again, but he immediately wished he hadn’t. The sight of her tanned body glistening with sun lotion was almost more than he could bear. It didn’t help that she’d stopped massaging the cream in and was now sitting propped up with her arms behind her, her tits on full display.
‘Kyle, miss. Ma’am,’ he managed, cursing himself for sounding like a dick. But how was he supposed to address her? He didn’t know who she was.
She laughed, a bright high sound in the summer morning air. ‘Ma’am? Jeez, you make me sound old. Pleased to meet you, Kyle. I’m Madison.’
Kyle waited for her to elaborate, to explain just who she was and how she fit into this scene, but she just tilted her head back as if to catch some sun on her throat. He snuck another glance at her chest, marveling at the firmness of her breasts, at how they barely changed shape even though she was semi-reclining. By now his cock was fully erect and tenting the front of his shorts, and he had to turn sideways and sneak a hand in to rearrange things.
Since the girl didn’t seem about to offer any further conversation, Kyle decided to be bold.
‘Are you one of the family, miss?’
‘Madison. Please.’ She was looking at him again through her sunglasses, amused.
‘Madison.’
‘God, no.’ She swiped lazily at an insect which had wandered across her line of vision. ‘I’m a friend of Blair’s. Mr Thurgood’s.’
Kyle took this in. A friend? What did that mean?
As if reading his thoughts, she said, ‘A very good friend, if you see what I mean.’ Behind the shades he could swear she winked. The tip of her tongue came out, darted quickly across her lips before disappearing again.
What the hell? It was all too much for Kyle to take, and for a moment he wondered if the July heat was getting to him, screwing around with his brain. First this girl came out of nowhere and started sunbathing topless in front of him, a total stranger, and now she seemed to be saying she was his employer’s lover. Was this some kind of game? Some joke that was being played on him?
He knew there was nobody else around. Mr Thurgood was at work, and Mrs Thurgood – Donna – had said after he arrived that she was going to be out in town all day. Kyle began to feel uncomfortable. Was this girl coming on to him? If so, why had she implied – hell, forget implied, admitted – she was sleeping with Mr Thurgood?
Again she seemed to be able to tell what he was thinking, because she said, ‘Oh, I don’t mind telling you. It’s no secret. Even that cunt of a wife of his knows about me.’
Kyle felt a small shock at the sound of the word. He wasn’t a prude, but he still hadn’t gotten used to hearing women talk like that.
Madison sat up and leaned forward to rub some lotion on her legs. Once again her boobs did that provocative jiggle.
She went on: ‘That bitch is a real ball breaker. Freezes Blair out in bed, won’t open her legs for him or even go down on him. It’s not surprising he has to look elsewhere for his pussy.’
Kyle felt helpless, submerged in a stew of conflicting emotions. There was desire, for sure, a simple animal lust for this sexy, half-naked young woman lying oiled up a few yards away from him. But he also felt a growing anger at what she’d said about Mrs Thurgood. He barely knew Donna, but already he felt a strange protectiveness towards her. She certainly didn’t come across as a ball-breaking bitch. And she’d given him a job.
He continued cleaning the pool. Once she’d finished slathering her legs, Madison lay back on the towel and fell silent. Kyle worked on, longing to plunge into the cool water to escape both the merciless summer sun and the heat within him. After a half hour Madison turned over and Kyle saw her bikini bottom was a thong, the tanned globes of her ass exposed. He looked away.
She sunned herself for another half hour, and just before Kyle himself was ready to finish off she rose, slipped on her bikini top and T-shirt, stepped into her shorts and, with a wave and a smile over her shoulder, she disappeared back up to the house.
*
Donna and Blair had been married eleven years. She’d been a twenty-two-year-old interior designer, fresh out of college, when she’d first met and been charmed by this brash, thrusting young businessman, a decade older than her but still youthful and vigorous and good-looking enough that there’d been other reasons to fall for him than just his money. And in the beginning their marriage had been blissful. Blair was funny, he was kind (in a rough-and-ready fashion), he was generous with his money, constantly whisking her away on trips to Manhattan or Aspen or even once Paris and showering her with jewelry and clothes.
What was more, the sex was terrific. They’d spend entire weekends in bed, pausing in their frantic sweaty marathons only to eat and, briefly, sleep, before starting all over again. Blair seemed to derive fuel from his success
es at work, and their fucking would always be at its best and most intense after he’d closed a deal with a new and important client. Even Donna, who regarded herself as having a pretty high sex drive, would be at the point of exhaustion, slumped on top of Blair, aching and sated, when he’d roll her over on her back and mount her and slide into her again, his cock rock-hard once more.
Well, hadn’t all that changed.
The last time they’d had sex must have been eighteen months ago, and only then when Blair was drunk and moody after losing one of his contracts. She’d tried to console him – that was back in the day when she still bothered to do something like that – and he’d grabbed her without warning and taken her from behind on the living room floor. Not anally – she wouldn’t allow that – but hard and angrily. A grudge fuck. Donna already knew by then that he’d had affairs, but it was after that that his screwing around really began in earnest. They moved into separate bedrooms soon after, supposedly because he was coming home from the office at all hours of the night and waking her, but really because they couldn’t stand to share a bed any longer.
Now Donna lay on top of the bed in her room, staring up at the ceiling. Despite the aircon it was too hot to get under the covers, and she wore only panties, no pajamas or nightdress. She really needed to start wearing a bra in bed, she thought. Her boobs were still pretty damn firm, if she said so herself, but she was only a few years off the time when they’d start to show a little sag, and there was no need to give gravity a helping hand.
She knew where her thoughts were bound to wander, and she didn’t try to stop them; but on the way Donna allowed herself to think of Blair. Blair, once the love of her life, now slightly running to fat. Blair, naked in bed with Madison, on top of the girl’s widespread body and rutting away, pumping his come into her by the gallon.
God damn you, you bastard, Donna thought, squeezing her eyes tight shut and biting her bottom lip. God damn you to hell.
She let the montage of images play themselves out before, of its own accord, her imagination drifted on.
In her mind’s eye she saw Kyle as he’d been that afternoon, when she’d returned home from shopping and lunching with friends. She’d watched him through the huge bay window in the living room which gave a spectacular view down over the lawns to the pool. Kyle was finishing up, clearing the equipment away. He was wearing those cargo shorts he favored and a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Even at this distance Donna could appreciate his physique. His triceps bunched as he hauled and twisted, and the muscles of his back and shoulders expanded as he straightened.
For a few seconds he stood, arching his back, turning his face to the sun, luxuriating after a morning’s hard work. Donna stared at the front of his shorts. It was difficult to tell for sure at this distance, but did he have an erection? Either that, or the bulge in the material meant he was seriously hung.
It might have been her imagination, but it seemed that at the very instant she had that thought, Kyle stared up at the window. His eyes, a piercing blue, were visible beneath the curtain of his blond hair, and he seemed to be staring straight at her. Could he see her in the window, with the glare of the sun off the glass? In any case, did it matter?
Lying on the bed, Donna let her mind play the scene out differently. This time, Kyle made his way up to the house, and she moved across to the French windows and let him in.
Donna’s hand slipped down across her belly.
He took her in his arms, his mouth descending on hers.
Her palm cupped the mound beneath her panties, her fingertips feeling her wetness through the material.
He wrestled off her clothes as she tore at his.
Donna lifted her hand to the waistband of her panties and pushed the sopping silk down her thighs.
The rug was rough against her bare ass as she opened herself to him, his cock rearing over her.
Quickly Donna slid her middle finger down between the swollen folds of her labia, feeling them open in response. The nub of her clitoris rose to meet the pad of her finger.
Kyle slid in, sinking the full length of his shaft deep into her.
She began to rub her clit, fast and hard, all attempts to draw out the pleasure abandoned. Her thighs shifted and her buttocks writhed. She became aware of nothing but the bristle of her pubic hair against her palm and the exquisite sensation coursing through her from her vulva.
The orgasm built rapidly and when it arrived, it shook her to the core, causing her to shudder and cry out as, in her fantasy, Kyle climaxed, his come spurting hard and hot deep within her. Slowly, teasingly, the pleasure ebbed, an aftershock surprising her every few seconds and making her hips buck a little.
Flushed, sheened with sweat, Donna kicked off the wet panties and rolled on to her side, catching her breath. She lay staring at nothing, helpless in the grip of the little death which had claimed her.
Monday, she thought. No later than that. And down by the pool, not in the house. It seemed somehow fitting.
Monday would give her time to dismiss the cook and the maid for the day with a plausible excuse, and make sure the gardener didn’t turn up. Time to ensure that the only two people at chez Thurgood on Monday would be Donna and Kyle.
She had four days to wait. It would be difficult, but she could just about do it.
*
Nothing Kyle tried seemed to work.
It was Friday night and he was dog-tired. He’d spent the morning cleaning out a spectacularly filthy pool in a newly purchased property, the kind of place real estate agents were apt to advertise as a “renovator’s dream”. While there, the new buyer had asked if he’d be interested in making a little extra cash. Kyle agreed, and spent the next six hours helping tear up the dilapidated patio and hauling rocks and decking to the local garbage dump. By evening he was sore, exhausted, but a couple hundred dollars richer.
Normally on a Friday he’d hit a bar or two after work, maybe find someplace with a live band. Not tonight. He’d be on the floor after one beer, assuming he could find the energy to cruise around MidTown looking for a halfway decent place. Instead, Kyle took his battered Ford pickup straight back to the motel he was staying at, in East Columbus.
The motel was a dive, set back from the road next to an industrial park. It inhabited the same city as the Thurgoods’ home in Green Island Hills but might as well have been on a different planet. Kyle was woken regularly by the sounds of fist- and even bottle-fights on the street outside, and on the first night there he’d seen and heard so many sirens he wondered if police HQ was stationed round the corner. But it was cheap, the aircon worked more than half the time, and he didn’t spend much time there anyhow.
Kyle had gotten himself a takeout burger and fries, a slice of blueberry pie, and a sixpack of Coors, and he intended to have a quiet and modest party for one in his motel room to celebrate the end of another productive week’s work before bunking down for eight or ten hours.
That was when the problems started.
With nothing to distract his thoughts, Kyle found that they returned to his time at the Thurgoods’ house. He’d been there only three times, including the first visit when Donna had interviewed him, but the events and the people weighed heavily in his mind.
The girl, Madison, had obviously made an impression. She’d have been distracting enough fully clothed, but by taking her bikini top off like that she’d burned her image onto his memory like a branding iron. Why’d she done it? Did she want to fuck him, or was she just being a tease? And why had she mentioned her thing with Mr Thurgood? Had he offended her by not responding to her more obviously, so she was getting her own back by pointing out that she was shtupping his boss and therefore had one up on him?
Madison was a hot, sexy girl, there was no doubt about it, and in other circumstances Kyle could easily see himself getting it on with her. But she wasn’t the one at the forefront of his thoughts.
He didn’t quite know what it was about Donna that captivated him so. He thought he kin
d of half-knew. She was a stunner, a woman who combined classy beauty and an earthy, down-and-dirty sexiness in a way he hadn’t come across before. She was the perfect age: in her early thirties, old enough to be self-aware and assured, yet still young, still physically utterly hot. Her body was dynamite. Those legs, those curvy hips, the poised way she carried those beautiful breasts…
‘Jesus,’ muttered Kyle. He took another swig of Coors. Instead of cooling his ardor the beer stoked it, sending heat flooding through his groin.
How was he going to last the summer cleaning the Thurgoods’ pool? Twice a week every week for another couple months, catching glimpses of Donna in a dress, Donna in a halter and shorts, Donna in, God forbid, a swimsuit or bikini. Even the more formal lunch outfit he’d seen her in as she’d been leaving her home on Thursday had got him excited. He’d found himself wondering what color panties she was wearing. And that had led him to other wonderings. What did her nipples look like, did she have tan lines where the sun hadn’t touched her breasts and most private areas. What did she like in bed, which position was her favorite…
Kyle opened the window, even though the aircon was working tonight, in the hope that some raucous fight would break out in the street to divert his attention. Nothing. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, looking for a big dumb movie, some kind of action blockbuster he could lose himself in. He found one that looked promising, until the heroine made her appearance and he thought she looked a little bit like Donna. More than a little, in fact.
Kyle flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling with its dangling strip of blackly coated flytape. His cock was taking a break from full erectness, readying itself to swell again like a prize fighter between rounds, weary but determined. His balls throbbed in time with his pulse, and Kyle thought that if he pulled down his pants and had a look he’d find they’d turned a bright blue.
Maybe he should go and find a bar, after all. Meet some girl and bring her back. Not a hooker, just a girl out for a good time. But he couldn’t bring himself to. Kyle had nothing against one-night stands. He’d had more than a few himself. But each time the meeting with the girl had come first, the flirting and the banter, and only later had they ended up in bed. Sex had been a natural progression of the mutual fun they were having. But to go out and find a woman, any woman, just because your balls were bursting and you needed to use someone to release the tension – that seemed wrong to Kyle, somehow.
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