Jock Tales

Me and Mrs. Jones—

Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones—we got a thing—goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. Clark. She lived over on the west side, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to come with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of course we could swim a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great.

We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Clark wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours, so after we were finished with the work we started doing some laps in the pool. And then just generally horsin around. Mark complimented me on my awesome bod—he said for just 15, I had a great 6 pac, and it was looking like numbers 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda blushed, cause Mark being a few years older was really looking hot himself. I had a good bit of leg hair below the knees, but Mark’s went all the way up—jet fuckin black. And the most awesome bushy pits.

Anyways—Mrs. Clark finally shows up about 4:30. We had reverted now to just laying out, soaking up the hot Texan sun, working on a deep brick red tan. Mrs. Clark simply said– “Oh my” as she walked up to us. “Hey Mrs. Clark” Mark remarked in a boyish voice. “How are you boy s today” she responds teasingly. “Oh we’re just pretty hot n sweaty right now, thank you” remarks Mark in still his boyish voice. “I see you are. How bout some lemonade” ? “Oh yes ma’mm, that would be great” ! Exclaims Mark. I look back and forth between the two of them, just grinning.

Mrs. Clark disappears into the house, and return in a few minutes now clad in a flowing bathing suite, and a tray with lemonade. As we all begin to sip our drinks, the conversation continues, mostly just chit chat. Mrs. Clark is slightly rubbing her fingers up and down her belly, which was kinda of making me a bit nervous. Suddenly Mrs. Clark just pipes up with, “So Mark, how does your young friend here measure up”? Mark responds with “Oh he measures up just great Mrs.