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I lost my draft so I'll keep it brief. I had a summer job at 16, around 40 years ago. In addition, I cut lawns on the side. One day I was finishing up the last job of the day and it was during a heat wave. This house had a swimming pool so I decided to cool off before riding my bike home. I had to wear light sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt because of poison ivy at one of the homes. This home is the new one. The other 4 or 5 I did the prior summer too.
I decided to strip down naked, jump in, cool off, get out before anyone gets home. Problem is, someone was already home. I remember being in the pool for maybe 5 minutes? I swam underwater from deep end to shallow then stood up with my back to the house. I then hear "nice job. Now what do you think you're doing in my pool" or something like that. I turn around to a nice looking lady in a tight shirt and daisy dukes. She's the home owner, Mrs James. I immediately grab my dick. I'm average size, but very tall and athletic built. She orders me out and to walk to her. She's by the edge of the patio, probably 15 or 20 feet from the pool. As I'm walking to her, she says no, hands down. I start looking for my clothes and plan to run away but she tells me she already put them in the wash. I must have been in the water for longer than I thought. I stop for a sec, take a breath and drop my hand. She says again to walk to her. I do, average dick wiggling around. I remember wondering why is she smiling at me. She grabs a camera from the table and starts taking pictures of me! And a few close ups of her holding my dick which immediately sprouts to a 6 inch boner. At that point she goes back into the house with the camera then returns a few minutes later with car keys and purse. She has a small towel that she hangs on my penis and while gripping it again, says she's going out for a few hours and that her daughter will be home soon to put my stuff in the dryer. I wrap the towel around me and it barely covers me. My whole leg is exposed. She leaves and then it hits me. Daughter? Damn.

I'm recalling this from many years ago. I've been reading stories here anonymously for a while now and finally have the balls to write up my first story, which shall be continued

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What happened next ?
Did anything happen with her daughter ?

As a teenager I used to cut lawns in our neighborhood. Two of them had backyard pools. One particularly hot day, after the homeowner paid me, she asked if I would like to take a swim. Replying that I could go home and get my swimsuit, she said, "Oh, it's just me here right now, just strip to your underwear and go in."

I decided to do it, stripping to my blue boxer-briefs, and jumped in. I felt weird swimming there in my underpants but it was refreshing. No one else arrived during the time I swam there, fortunately. Next time I did her lawn I took a swimsuit along in a bag. I changed in her garage, worried that her daughter might walk in there since it attached to the house. That did not happen.

Definitely continue your story. Several of my high school buddies whom I have mentioned in posts here occasionally view this forum but are not registered.

What happened to the photos, did you get to see them? Did anyone else see them?

Nothing happened with the photos. I think she was mad and protecting herself by taking the pictures.
Here are more details.
I'm now alone in the yard locked out of the house with the towel. I'm thinking that maybe a babysitter or husband is coming home soon with the daughter. I have no clue so I now go oug front to maybe grab my bike and ride home nude. No way. Car pulls up. Lady gets out. Yells at me to get in the back yard. I of course listen. I'm covered up front but not my ass. I'm now sitting out back again. She comes out and introduces herself. She's Mrs James' friend. Turns out the daughter is coming home so she is going to help me get out of there. Clothes are now in the dryer. At least 30 minutes more of humiliation for me.
The friend is a few years older and a little taller and thicker. Big tits barely covered by a tube top, tight sarong around her waist. Thinking back, she was built like Mimi Rogers from that massage movie.
I remember being terrified that I was going to get in trouble. She sensed it and reassured me that no one was going to find out. Knowing me, I was probably feeling better looking at her breasts, which she probably also sensed. Anyway, clothes dried, I got dressed in front of her but she turned around. I think she only saw my butt. She gave me her phone number because she needed help with yardwork. She was impressed with my work? And her husband was injured or something.
I asked where Mr James was. She said there is no Mr James. She's Ms. James, a single mom. Oh. So we left. She said she was looking forward to my call and hoped I could start soon.
I don't remember the friend's name so let's call her Mrs Rogers.
I hope my story telling is okay. I'm regurgitating all of this from memories from decades ago.
To be continued...