My friend Ian just seems to have it made. I guess some are born ladies' men, or just incredibly lucky. Then again lots of girls have told me how desirable he is. I mean, he's 6ft tall, has long wavy dirty blond hair with blond streaks, which he parts in the middle. His green eyes always seem to gaze at you. The little mustache I always laugh at, worn with a smile melts away any chick. He's a trendy dresser and likes his trousers real tight to show all his nice curves. Girls always tell me that he's got such a nice ass, that they'd really love to get into his jeans.

I tell you, this guy is so hot that he can write a couple of letters to a girl using computer bulletin boards, get her phone number and the next thing you know, he's over at her place making out with her on their first meeting. Not only that but she doesn't even give her herpes or AIDS!

Anyhow, last summer Ian got this job taking care of some rich folks garden and pool. Ian loved the idea of spending his days with nothing on but shorts and an old pair of sneakers. He even looked better tanned and always made a point of always being brown enough - not red. The first week was pretty ordinary, the old gardener taught him the tasks he would have to perform before leaving for the summer. Ian was curious since he has not yet seen the owners. The old man had told him that they were millionaires. The husband stayed away in New York City and his wife, who found life in the city's summer heat unbearable, sought refuge here at the cottage.

Monday morning, as Ian was putting the chemicals in the pool a startling woman showed up. She dived into the pool before Ian could get his senses back. Not only was this lady absolutely stunning, but she was not wearing any kind of ever so skimpy swim wear. This seemed to be quite usual for her since he could not detect any whiter parts on her body.

She yelled out at him to jump into the water and refresh himself. Before he realized how stupid he sounded, he answered back that he did not have his bathing suit with him. Ian could be so incredibly bashful at times. She grinned as she replied "Neither so I." He dropped his shorts real fast to dive into the lukewarm water. They swam around for a while. She introduced herself as Daisy, the lonely wife of a multi-millionaire. She certainly looked like a flower in full bloom, needing sunlight as friendship to expand her potential. Unfortunately, her husband was a cold materialistic workaholic who found pleasure only in his work. He neglected his beautiful wife who never liked to swim alone

Ian's guess was that Daisy was mid-fortyish although it was far from obvious, for her body still had the firmness of most 30 year old women. She wore shoulder length bleach blond hair, a testimony to the numerous hours she spent in the sun. Her body was a uniformly golden tan. Her large jade green eyes lead way to red poutty lips. Her long neck-line gave way to voluptuously delicious golden breasts. A rounded abdomen showed signs of abundant meals, and improved her overall appearance of well-being, giving her a remarkably well-proportioned body. Her waist, still quite small led way to rounded hips with a dark pubis neatly camouflaged by her darker color. Her legs were long, muscular with tiny ankles, the right one underlined by a golden chain. Then there were her feet. They were the cutest little feet Ian had ever seen. Each toe was golden and silky like the rest of her magnificent body.

He was lying next to Daisy on a large beach towel to dry off before dressing up, when he was further surprised. He couldn't help his erection while lying down beside such a splendid creature. Daisy, on the other hand could not resist caressing the soft skin on his head. She had a definite weakness for circumcised men, which Ian was just finding out. Slowly, gracefully, she knelt over his legs, with desire written all over her face. She mouthed his pink head for what seemed to be an eternity. By now Ian had completely forgotten reality, and was completely immersed in enjoying the hard insatiable tongue massaging his sensitive spot while her hands moved in unison. He came faster then he wished as she grinned at him. He sat up looking terribly confused, yet all his defenses were down. He could not resist this femme fatale any longer, with her two hungry breasts staring at him, wanting his utmost attention. He delicately licked the nipple of one as he softly massaged the other with his right hand. He progressively engulfed the flesh nibbling the hard nipple. He could feel Daisy quiver with sensation.

She stroked his erection which had never subsided, with her hands as he was exploring her pussy with his free hand. At that point he secretly wished he had 2 dozen. Her breathing was heavier, and he could feel that she was on the verge of experiencing an orgasm. Before he knew it , she had placed herself on the tip of his erection and was proceeding with slight up and down movements as she began whimpering. The juices, freely flowing permitted an almost immediate entry to her orgasmic part. Still he nibbled on a nipple, caressed the other with his right hand and stroked the exterior lips of her delicate parts with his other hand. Since he had already come once before Ian was able to go on for quite some time to both of their pleasure. Daisy was now moaning loudly as she tore his mouth off her chest to kiss it with passionate fury. As she got out of breath, Ian was exploring her delicate neck with his steaming lips, making her scream some more until he could no longer retain his liquid as they came together for what seemed to be an eternity pleasure.

Ian, who had long legs, just had to stretch them out as he lay for several instants beside her, gently stroking her tummy. After a while, she began to kiss his neck and ears, whispering in his ear to climb on top of her. Delicately he executes her orders, again to penetrate her slippery wet insides, as he gave her one of his famous passionate kiss, from which he was to remain breathless. She let him go free to take care of his duties only after he had satisfied her 6 times. Needless to say Ian had weak knees that afternoon, yet the thought of her promise to see him again the next morning kept him going real well.

That night Ian was grinning like a man who had it made. We all questioned him like crazy, but he wouldn't say a word. I don't blame him either, I mean if you go around telling your buddies they might try to get her away from you. I had to bug him for weeks to finally uncover this incredible story. Ian's encounters with Daisy went on for a month. Then one evening Ian was wearing a particularly long face. Daisy had to go back to the city to accompany her husband to a series of social events. It never ceased to amaze me how Ian couldn't find it unfair.

The next morning he went back to work feeling absolutely terrible. He could feel and smell Daisy everywhere, see all the good times they had had, all the ecstatic positions they had tried out. Then from the corner of his eye he spotted a blond dive into the pool. He walked to the pool confused as to why Daisy wasn't in the big apple. Then he realized that he was looking at a much younger looking version of the woman he had loved. "Hi"' she said with a large smile, "I'm Jennifer, you must be Ian, mum told me how nice you were. Won't you join me for a swim."

Jessica Lovecraft