Speaker 1: Welcome back to Nikki after Dark, where we deep dive
Speaker 1: into your naughtiest confessions, no judgment in all pleasure. I'm
Speaker 1: your host, Nikki, and today we're turning up the heat
Speaker 1: with a themed episode, splashing into secrets, pull side confessions.
Speaker 1: We've got steamy stories involving pools, beach houses, and unexpected
Speaker 1: encounters that will leave you dripping with anticipation. If you're
Speaker 1: knew here, buckle up or unbuckle whatever floats your boat.
Speaker 1: Blood's jump right in with three teasers to wet your appetite.
Speaker 1: Imagine you're luring you'r honky pool boy over with a
Speaker 1: fake party excuse, only to end up riding him in
Speaker 1: the living room after a lotion session gone wild. A
Speaker 1: college freshman bond with two swim studs, leading to a
Speaker 1: naked beach volleyball game, an outdoor shower tease, and a
Speaker 1: threesome that changes everything. And you're alone in a hotel
Speaker 1: telpoul shower with a flustered young staffer walks in by accident.
Speaker 1: Instead of screaming, you turn awkward moment into a hands
Speaker 1: on tip that will leave him blushing for weeks. But
Speaker 1: before we plunge into these full confessions, let's stir the
Speaker 1: pot with a listener question segment. Today's question for all
Speaker 1: of you is what is the wildest place you've ever
Speaker 1: hooked of outdoors? And what made it unforgettable? You can
Speaker 1: hit me up here in the DMS or have a
Speaker 1: conversation about it in the chat or on X at
Speaker 1: d Nikki one sixty two, or you can always email
Speaker 1: me at Nikki n I kky at dear niggi dot com.
Speaker 1: And to make you think even a little deeper, how
Speaker 1: did first risk getting getting caught add to the thrill?
Speaker 1: And second would you do it again? Or has time
Speaker 1: made you more cautious? Good evening? Read read Probably making
Speaker 1: a cocktail, Betty. That's why he's a little slow to chat,
Speaker 1: Just letting you know he always makes a cocktail or two.
Speaker 1: And Betty, if you don't want to chat, you can
Speaker 1: always say pass or I'm just here listening. You don't
Speaker 1: have to interact. I don't want to be picking on
Speaker 1: you or asking you if you won't want to be bothered. Now,
Speaker 1: to keep your minds as twisted as these tails, like
Speaker 1: they already aren't, here's a riddle that'll sound oh so dirty,
Speaker 1: but it's actually squeaky clean. I start off dry and stiff,
Speaker 1: but after you work with me with your hands, I
Speaker 1: get all soft and pliable. You can shape me any
Speaker 1: way you want, and sometimes I even stick to your fingers.
Speaker 1: When am I stick around for the end for your answer?
Speaker 1: Pay off, really red payoff. You'll have to stick around
Speaker 1: till the end for the answer. Tavvy, that's a good one.
Speaker 1: I love taffy, Oh my gosh that. I don't know
Speaker 1: how old you are, but I love taffy, the laughy taffy.
Speaker 1: I like to mix the cherry and the like. I'll
Speaker 1: take the cherry in the banana and I twist it.
Speaker 1: That's what I like. That's my old time favorite, besides
Speaker 1: the atomic fireballs, which are tiny compared to what they
Speaker 1: used to be. Yeah, I love a good banana. You
Speaker 1: guys know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax.
Speaker 1: Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
Speaker 1: and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
Speaker 1: and me. Dear Nikki, I need to get this off
Speaker 1: my chest because I still can't believe it happened, and
Speaker 1: I can't stop thinking about it. The other day, I
Speaker 1: finally got Diego, my pool boy back over to check
Speaker 1: the pool for this fake get together I made up
Speaker 1: just to lure him here. I'd spent days replaying how
Speaker 1: he had been sneaking peaks at me while sun bathed,
Speaker 1: and I decided it was time to stop teasing and
Speaker 1: start taking I dug out that tiny, barely there bikini
Speaker 1: and got, as a joke of years ago, string so
Speaker 1: thin they're basically decorative. Laid out on the lounge chair
Speaker 1: on my back like I was just relaxing, waiting for
Speaker 1: him to come around to the side of the house.
Speaker 1: When he did, all tan and built in those tight
Speaker 1: work shorts, I called him over as sweet as can be, Hey, sweeteye,
Speaker 1: can you help me with something? That something was lotion
Speaker 1: on my back. I rolled onto my stomach, reached back
Speaker 1: and untied my top so it fell away, letting him
Speaker 1: see plenty of side boob while I arched my hips
Speaker 1: just enough to push my ass up toward him. He
Speaker 1: started rubbing my shoulders, all polite and professional, but every
Speaker 1: time I whispered, his hand drifted lower and lower until
Speaker 1: he was openly kneading my ass cheeks, thumb slipping under
Speaker 1: the edges of my bottoms. He didn't bush further, though,
Speaker 1: he was such a good boy waiting for permission, so
Speaker 1: I gave it. I flipped over, let the top drop completely,
Speaker 1: nipples already hard from the thrill, and told him do
Speaker 1: my front too, especially here. I heard him swallow hard.
Speaker 1: He hesitated until I took his hand and placed it
Speaker 1: right on my breast, murmuring it's okay, baby, just be gentle.
Speaker 1: Once his palm was on me, he started cressing, circling
Speaker 1: my nipples, pretending it was about the lotion I was stripping.
Speaker 1: Within seconds, I looked down and saw the massive bulge
Speaker 1: in his shorts, thick, obvious straining. I guided his hand
Speaker 1: lower over my bikini bottoms, letting him feel how wet
Speaker 1: I was through the fabric while I ground against his fingers.
Speaker 1: Then I sat up, wrapped my hand around the hard outline,
Speaker 1: and said, thanks for the help, handsome. They'll come inside, soikeen,
Speaker 1: thank you properly. I let him in, bikini top dangling
Speaker 1: from one hand, his cock gripped through his shorts at
Speaker 1: the other. He muttered something breathless and spanish. I have
Speaker 1: no idea what, but it sounded desperate and hot. And
Speaker 1: dropped the top. Sank to my knees in the living room,
Speaker 1: yanked his shorts down, and holy shit, long, thick, perfect
Speaker 1: upward curve A little harry down there. He clearly wasn't
Speaker 1: expecting get to hit his stick out to day, but
Speaker 1: I didn't care. I started with the tip, swirling my tongue,
Speaker 1: then took more and more, stroking with the base of
Speaker 1: my hand. Could barely close my fingers around him, gently
Speaker 1: playing with his balls. He tasted so good, clean, a
Speaker 1: little sweet. I wanted to worship that cock for hours,
Speaker 1: but I could feel him getting close fast, so I
Speaker 1: pulled off, pushed him back on the couch, stood up,
Speaker 1: slid my bottoms off, climbed on top of his lap,
Speaker 1: told him I needed him to hold out long enough
Speaker 1: to make me come at least once. He shouldn't be
Speaker 1: hard since I was soaked right before I sank down.
Speaker 1: He stopped me condem God bless him. I explained it
Speaker 1: was on the pill since the divorce, but until he
Speaker 1: shows me he's clean test, I'll cover it. We wrapped
Speaker 1: it up, reached into the end table where I stashed
Speaker 1: a box the day before, rolled it on, then slowly
Speaker 1: lowered myself on to him, feeling every inch stretch and
Speaker 1: fill me until I bottomed out. Paused to adjust to
Speaker 1: how thick he was, then started riding slow rolls at
Speaker 1: first so he wouldn't blow too soon, then faster as
Speaker 1: my orgasm built. His hands roamed everywhere, squeezing my ass,
Speaker 1: cupping my tits, pinching my nipples. I love a little
Speaker 1: rough boob play. Found the agle that where my curve
Speaker 1: hit my spot perfectly, and I came hard, shaking and
Speaker 1: smothering his face between my breasts as I clinched around him.
Speaker 1: That sent him over. I felt him throb and pulse,
Speaker 1: filling the condom with pulse after pulse while I rode
Speaker 1: through my after shocks. When I finally slid off, his
Speaker 1: cock slipped out, soft and spent, and he looked like
Speaker 1: he'd fucked every thought out of his head. I started laughing,
Speaker 1: not him, aunt myself. A month ago, I never would
Speaker 1: have imagined I'd be riding a guy half my age
Speaker 1: in my living room after only knowing him for five minutes,
Speaker 1: and now here I was officially a total slut for it.
Speaker 1: I told him that, and rit assured him I was
Speaker 1: happy laughter and that I regretted not doing it sooner.
Speaker 1: Once he could stand, I appealed the condom off and
Speaker 1: gave him his marching orders till absolutely no one get tested,
Speaker 1: so we can ditch the condoms next time and shave
Speaker 1: that bush. He nodded like his life depended on it,
Speaker 1: grinning ear to ear door shut truck pulled away. I
Speaker 1: held up that warm, heavy condom, tipped it back, and
Speaker 1: let his whole loads slide down my back mouth. Sweet, thick, perfect.
Speaker 1: I want to train him to last longer so I
Speaker 1: can really work him over next visit. Oh and most
Speaker 1: of the TV and set up stuff finally showed up.
Speaker 1: Still waiting on that last piece tomorrow, but honestly, that
Speaker 1: feels like a dick distant second priority right now. Thanks
Speaker 1: for reading my filthy secret, Nikki. I feel lighter and
Speaker 1: hornier than I have in years, always dripping and dreaming
Speaker 1: for round two. You're naughty. Yeah, I have never had
Speaker 1: a fantasy of a pool boy or girl. It just
Speaker 1: you know it. When I read these or get something
Speaker 1: like this, when something like it would never happen, I
Speaker 1: always think of someone like from the movie Nerds, where
Speaker 1: the nerd would go this absolutely happened to me and
Speaker 1: everybody be like, you're right, you know? Uh? To him
Speaker 1: or her the naughty listener, how did you keep a
Speaker 1: straight face inventing that fake get together? And what was
Speaker 1: the update on Diego's next visit? Did he follow through
Speaker 1: on those marching orders? And to those of you who
Speaker 1: are listening, have you ever used a little white lie
Speaker 1: to spark a steam encounter? And did it pay off
Speaker 1: as deliciously as this? I would love to know For
Speaker 1: those of you are here, there was something that caught
Speaker 1: my eye. I hate this. Sometimes I have a thought
Speaker 1: while I'm reading it and it is totally slipped. It
Speaker 1: kind of stinks, kind of grazing. It's not gonna It'll
Speaker 1: come to me, you know, when it comes back to me.
Speaker 1: After I let you guys go yeah, okay, Well go on,
Speaker 1: dear Niki. This happened back my freshman year of college
Speaker 1: when I was just eighteen. I was five eight, pretty
Speaker 1: toned from all the swimming and volleyball, been obsessed with,
Speaker 1: skinnier than I am now, but still rocking, firm double
Speaker 1: de breast and big areolas in a perfect shaved pussy
Speaker 1: that I keep smooth for the pool. One morning, around
Speaker 1: eight fresh from the gym, I decided to check out
Speaker 1: the newly renovated campus pool. The place was basically empty
Speaker 1: except for some staff In the water. Two guys were
Speaker 1: racing laps. I hit the locker room empty, thank god,
Speaker 1: stashed my stuff and scooped out the co ed showers
Speaker 1: with their private curtains, and headed back out. The guys
Speaker 1: had finished, were chilling on the deck and speedos, swim
Speaker 1: caps and goggles. One was about six feet tall, dirty
Speaker 1: blonde hair, green eyes, smooth body except for the sexy
Speaker 1: treasure trail. Liam and his friend Ethan was Asian, same height,
Speaker 1: classics swimmers build slim tone, broad shoulder, narrow waist, powerful leggs.
Speaker 1: Both looked incredible. Hey guys, how's the water to day?
Speaker 1: Not too cold? I asked with a smile. Liam grinned
Speaker 1: back pretty warm, Actually, maybe too warm for us. I
Speaker 1: like it hot, I shot back, I'm Amanda. We chatted.
Speaker 1: Liam was chatty, Ethan quieter but sweet. They were seniors
Speaker 1: on the swim team, childhood friends. Ethan's stomach growled and
Speaker 1: they headed to the shower to grab food before class.
Speaker 1: I said, by already feeling that spark. Over the next month,
Speaker 1: we became inseparable, burning swims every other day, lunches, hanging
Speaker 1: out whenever one breakfast file the ball came up, and
Speaker 1: I'd been a captain in high school. Liam's eyes lit up.
Speaker 1: His parents had a beach house near by with the
Speaker 1: sandy court, snacks and beach volleyball. This weekend, we're all in.
Speaker 1: Saturday morning, Liam picked me up Ethan's already shot gun.
Speaker 1: After a ninety minute drive, we pulled into this gorgeous
Speaker 1: wooded lot with a two story house. We hauled gear
Speaker 1: to a private beach, sunny, blue, calm motion. I stripped
Speaker 1: down to my bikini, sports broad top and a tiny thong.
Speaker 1: They'd see me in swimsuits at the pool, but this
Speaker 1: was different, more revealing. Their eyes lingered, and yeah, they
Speaker 1: were impressed. They ditched shirts, set up the knit fast.
Speaker 1: Liam and I went first. I aced one right past them.
Speaker 1: He dove missed, thutted into sand. Ian laughed, calling points.
Speaker 1: Liam fought back but lost. Then Ethan took over tougher opponent.
Speaker 1: We battled to a five five tie, sun blazing all
Speaker 1: of us, sweaty and sandy. Swim time, I said, peeling
Speaker 1: off my bikini and running naked into the waves. They
Speaker 1: stripped two speedoes off An chase me in God, they
Speaker 1: looked even better naked, sim My hard, above average cocks,
Speaker 1: low hanging balls. Ethan uncocked and shaved. Liam cut with
Speaker 1: a small blonde patch at the base. Lim's bubble was
Speaker 1: compact and perfect, Ethan's tight and muscular. My pussy got
Speaker 1: instantly wet watching their glistening asses turn in the sun.
Speaker 1: You guys look great, I called, rinsing off, Thanks you too,
Speaker 1: Can you tell workout? Liam replied. After swimming, Leah pointed
Speaker 1: to the outdoor shower by the beach, rinse the salt
Speaker 1: soaps there. Still naked, we headed over four shower heads.
Speaker 1: Liam took the first one, Ethan the last. I took
Speaker 1: the second, right next to Liam. See him Liam lo
Speaker 1: his smooth bodies, soaping that thick cock. I got wetter
Speaker 1: by the second. He struggled with his back and I
Speaker 1: couldn't resist. He Lium need help, he said yes. I
Speaker 1: grabbed the sponge, washed his back slowly, feeling those muscles
Speaker 1: under soft skin, then ditched the sponge, used my hands
Speaker 1: on his perfect ass, massaging, caressing. He was fully hard
Speaker 1: now washing himself and watched from a straw, stroking slowly
Speaker 1: under the water. I reached down massage Liam's balls, and
Speaker 1: he moaned, you like that. I whispered, fuck, Amanda, don't stop.
Speaker 1: I pressed my tits to his back, reached round and
Speaker 1: gripped his stiff cock, and started stroking slow while kissing
Speaker 1: his neck. He breast against the wall, breathing hard. I
Speaker 1: played with his heavy balls too. Ethan was grinning, jerking faster.
Speaker 1: Liam spun and kissed me deep. Our bodies, pressed his
Speaker 1: cocks sliding between my thighs, teasing my wet buss. He
Speaker 1: kissed down my body, sucking my nipples, teasing my big ariolas.
Speaker 1: Then knelt and buried his face in my shaved pussy,
Speaker 1: tongue exploding every fold. Then Ethan's cool fingers on my
Speaker 1: back and ass. I turned and kissed him deep and
Speaker 1: cut my tits from behind. Let's go inside, Ethan said.
Speaker 1: Liam lifted me easily, hands in my ass, mouth still
Speaker 1: on my pussy, and carried me in. Laid me on
Speaker 1: the living room couch. Ethan stood beside me. I grabbed
Speaker 1: his uncut cock and rolled back the foreskin, licked the
Speaker 1: head and savored his prey comb sweet and bitter. I
Speaker 1: sucked him deep, groping his furm ass down below. Liam
Speaker 1: tongue fucked me, fingers on my clip. Ethan throbbed gunnacumb
Speaker 1: I pulled off, jerked him. Thick ropes hit my face
Speaker 1: and tits. I tasted some mm tasty. He kissed me hard.
Speaker 1: Liam stood, cocked, aimed at my pussy. I nodded and
Speaker 1: lifted my leg over his shoulder. He slid in, eager
Speaker 1: and deep thrusts. Ethan sucked my tits wet and sloppy. Yeah, harder,
Speaker 1: I cried. Liam pounded faster, come for me. My orgasm
Speaker 1: hit hard, pussy spasming, screaming. Liam pulled out shot hot
Speaker 1: come across my stomach. He collapsed beside me. Fuck, Amanda,
Speaker 1: that was hot, Ethan said. We coddled and showled for real.
Speaker 1: Stayed the whole weekend, more fun, more everything, before heading
Speaker 1: back Sunday. That weekend changed everything. I still think about
Speaker 1: it when I'm horny. Thanks for letting me confess, Nicky,
Speaker 1: You're naughty college freshman back then, always reminiscing and ready
Speaker 1: for more waves. Amanda, Well, hello everybody that joined in.
Speaker 1: Oh Betty, you have a picture now. I like it
Speaker 1: very sexy. Hello, Cassie, how you got? How are you
Speaker 1: guys tonight? I do recognize your name, Betty. I don't
Speaker 1: know why you'll come to me in a second. You've
Speaker 1: set one in, haven't you? Have you sent a compassion
Speaker 1: in Betty? Oh? Okay, well, somebody else has your name.
Speaker 1: I've read it Betty before before it meaning before Darcy
Speaker 1: Chig her name and stuff. So back to Amanda, what
Speaker 1: advice would you give your eighteen year old self before
Speaker 1: that weekend? And do those memories still fuel your fantasies today?
Speaker 1: I'm gonna answer for it. And she says yes, Oh,
Speaker 1: I haven't seen Revenge on the Nerds? And like an Eon,
Speaker 1: it's just every time I read something like the one
Speaker 1: we read before the first story, I always think of
Speaker 1: a you know, the nerd table, Like if they told you,
Speaker 1: well I fucked you know this gorgeous milf, no one
Speaker 1: ever would believe them. And for those of us that
Speaker 1: are listening, what's your take on group fun? Is it
Speaker 1: all about the chemistry like Liam and or Ethan? Or
Speaker 1: does spontaneity make it or break it? For you? Cassie,
Speaker 1: I'm asking you anytime you have multiples I pick on Cassie.
Speaker 1: I like picking on Cassie. Oh, well, basically, I don't
Speaker 1: want to do we want to sum it up for
Speaker 1: I mean, basically, she went to a pool house of
Speaker 1: two guys she knows in college and sex happened there.
Speaker 1: But it's not that. That's not as sexy as it sounds.
Speaker 1: You have to listen to it later. But it is
Speaker 1: a you story. I should start changing all those to Cassie. Betty,
Speaker 1: is this story up your your alley here? I thought
Speaker 1: it was hot. I could go with it if the
Speaker 1: mood was there. I think, yeah, he just realized normally
Speaker 1: I'm the only lady here room full of men. I'm
Speaker 1: happy because normally it's like a room full of men,
Speaker 1: and you know ninety eight percent, Well, it says like
Speaker 1: ninety five percent of my listeners are all men. I'm
Speaker 1: thinking some of those are couples, because I've had a
Speaker 1: people say it's a couple that listen. So lock the door.
Speaker 1: He's not letting any other guys in. Oh, I'm trying
Speaker 1: to start the next story. Red, Oh my, do you
Speaker 1: really think he could handle all three of us? Now
Speaker 1: he's got all these dreams in his head. You're gonna try.
Speaker 1: I was gonna say, Cassie's seems kind of wild. I
Speaker 1: don't know much about Betty yet, but from what I understand,
Speaker 1: Cassie's kind of wild. Betty, we better take him first,
Speaker 1: of she might drain him dry. Oh goodness, guys, You
Speaker 1: guys can keep talking while I'm reading. By the way,
Speaker 1: it doesn't bother me. I shall I let you guys
Speaker 1: know or flirting, I should say, can keep flirting in
Speaker 1: the chat. It's songing to bother me, Dear Niki. This
Speaker 1: happened a little while ago when I was traveling alone,
Speaker 1: checked into this gorgeous upscale hotel. After unpacking, I decided
Speaker 1: to hit the indoor pool for relaxing swam. When I
Speaker 1: got there, the place was completely deserted, no guest, no
Speaker 1: staff in sight. Perfect. I swam a few leisurely laps,
Speaker 1: enjoying the quiet in the warm water, then headed to
Speaker 1: the ladies locker room to shower off. I stripped down, stop,
Speaker 1: stepped under the shower head, and let the hot water
Speaker 1: cascade over me, naked, sudsy eyes closed. Then I heard
Speaker 1: the door. I turned, and there he was a young guy,
Speaker 1: early twenties, maybe frozen in the doorway, holding a stack
Speaker 1: of fresh towels. His face went bright red. He stammered
Speaker 1: apologies like crazy. He'd swaped shifts with a female colleague
Speaker 1: who usually handled the women's area. He didn't mean to
Speaker 1: walk in. He was so sorry, over and over. He
Speaker 1: was adorable, awkward, sweet, flustered, and obviously hard. The bolt
Speaker 1: of his uniform shorts was impossible to miss. I just smiled,
Speaker 1: kept soaping my chest slowly and asked to stay in
Speaker 1: the calmest voice I could manage. He mumbled, let's call
Speaker 1: him Jake, still rooted in the spot. I told him
Speaker 1: it was really okay, no harm done, and asked if
Speaker 1: he could hand me a towel. He nodded and walked over.
Speaker 1: When he got close, I took the towel from him
Speaker 1: and deliberately brushed my hand over the front of his shorts.
Speaker 1: Felt that thick, throbbing cock straining against the fabric. I
Speaker 1: looked at him, still smiling, and whispered, is this okay?
Speaker 1: He swallowed hard and nodded again, barely breathing. I slid
Speaker 1: my hand right inside his shorts. God, he was thick, hot, hard,
Speaker 1: already leaking a little. I wrapped my fingers around him
Speaker 1: and started stroking slow and firm. He hesitated for half
Speaker 1: a second, then reached out and nervously cut my tits,
Speaker 1: thumbs brushing my nipples like he couldn't believe this is happening.
Speaker 1: I tugged his head back gently by the hair, pulled
Speaker 1: him in, and slid my tongue into his mouth. He
Speaker 1: kissed back hungrily while I pumped him faster. His hands
Speaker 1: got bolder, squeezing, pinching my nipples just right. I could
Speaker 1: feel him throbbing in my grip, getting a little close already.
Speaker 1: I inked a short stown to his thighs so I
Speaker 1: could see it thick, rainy, flashed dark. A few more
Speaker 1: quick strokes and he moaned into my mouth, body tensing.
Speaker 1: Then he came hard. Hot, thick ropes of young cot
Speaker 1: shot all over over my thighs, my freshly shaved pussy,
Speaker 1: dripping down my legs under the shower spray. His cock
Speaker 1: twitched and pulsed against my stomach. As I held him
Speaker 1: tied against me, milking avery drop, he laddled this long
Speaker 1: shaggy sigh, legs trembling. I kissed him softly on the
Speaker 1: lips one more time, smiled and said back to where cansome.
Speaker 1: He grinned, still dazed, still flushed, and pulled his shorts up,
Speaker 1: nodded like he'd just won the lottery, and hurried out.
Speaker 1: When I checked out the next morning, I left him
Speaker 1: a very generous tip and an envelope with a little
Speaker 1: note that just said thanks for the excellent service. I
Speaker 1: still think about that sweet, awkward boy and how fast
Speaker 1: he came from me makes me wet every time. Thanks
Speaker 1: for being my safe place to spill. Nikki, You're always
Speaker 1: loving good hotel surprise. You're a forty three year old
Speaker 1: naughty traveler. We are really hit in the nerd Factory
Speaker 1: artw You know, if he ever got fought caught, he
Speaker 1: probably thought fuck it? You know, I mean, okay, let's
Speaker 1: ask the guy in the room. When you were younger
Speaker 1: read if this happened to you, would you say fuck it?
Speaker 1: Knowing as you got caught it's probably your job? Well,
Speaker 1: so was he, So you wouldn't be okay with this,
Speaker 1: Like if you got caught and got fired, this wouldn't
Speaker 1: be like a wash, like you know, fuck it. I
Speaker 1: don't like this place anyway. What I do like about this, though,
Speaker 1: is she didn't freak out and you know, possibly scaring
Speaker 1: for life, you know, I mean she did give him
Speaker 1: a great spank bank for years later, hopefully I'm gonna
Speaker 1: say barely legal. So at least I would say between
Speaker 1: eighteen nineteen did she say, I don't think she said young.
Speaker 1: She said early twenties, so I'm gonna say nineteen to
Speaker 1: twenty two. Yet it is the memories. He'll never forget it.
Speaker 1: So to her, what ran through your mind when you
Speaker 1: first spotted up bulge? And did you have you ever
Speaker 1: turned another oops moment into something hot? And for the
Speaker 1: three of you or four of us in the chat room,
Speaker 1: how do you handle the unexpected chemistry in public places?
Speaker 1: Dive in like this, traveler, or would you play it cool?
Speaker 1: I was gonna say, red, you're being very sly here,
Speaker 1: but you definitely would have took that chance. And I
Speaker 1: think since she was in charge, you would have let
Speaker 1: it go. Oh yeah, dive in definitely, Betty, look at
Speaker 1: mister flirty here, Dear Nikki. Back in the late eighties,
Speaker 1: I was a twenty five year old pool cleaner working
Speaker 1: in a ritzy neighborhoods, not some chiseled cabana boy. Fantasy,
Speaker 1: just your average six to one guy in freyed chlorine,
Speaker 1: bleached jean shorts, red chuck Taylor's, and a wife beat
Speaker 1: her tan. But I was there in the back yard
Speaker 1: every week like clockwork, and that turned out to be
Speaker 1: all the imitations some of these bored, well kept housewives needed.
Speaker 1: It started innocently enough with missus Smith. One morning in
Speaker 1: the pump room. She brought me coffee in her house coat.
Speaker 1: We laughed about her fancy curig rich people shit. She
Speaker 1: told me to call her soux, and miraculously her robe
Speaker 1: started coming undone. She complimented my tan and comp I
Speaker 1: complimented her coffee, and the next thing I know, she
Speaker 1: lunges at me, saying she's been watching me cleaner pool
Speaker 1: for weeks. I held her massage that forty something ass,
Speaker 1: pulled her close. She smelled expensive, lonely. We kissed. She
Speaker 1: grabbed my dick through my shorts and I rubbed her
Speaker 1: mound over her white hiphuckers. She mowed my name like
Speaker 1: she was starving, dropped the robe, begged me to kiss
Speaker 1: her down there. I knelt, turned her against the changing
Speaker 1: table and went to work. Three licks in and she
Speaker 1: was gone, shaking coming hard without me even getting my
Speaker 1: tongue inside. She stroked me while I stroked myself, and
Speaker 1: then asked if we could wait till next week. I
Speaker 1: took her panties as a trophy, told the crew when
Speaker 1: they picked me up, whipped them out like a trophy.
Speaker 1: They lost their minds, you dog, but we never repeated.
Speaker 1: Sue got cold after that. Turns out she was best
Speaker 1: friend with missus Church Diane and word travels fast over
Speaker 1: cocktails at the country club. Wednesday. Runs always darted in
Speaker 1: the most exclusive part of the town, famous family cross
Speaker 1: the street, no pool, but the Churches had this stunning
Speaker 1: glass walled house facing a design or pool. Shades always
Speaker 1: drawn until that morning. I'm vacuuming back to the house
Speaker 1: round the curve, and there she is in the master
Speaker 1: bedroom window. Forty something, petite, small tids, fine ass, blond,
Speaker 1: trophy wife, perfection. She forgot in quotes it was pool day,
Speaker 1: smiled and didn't move. I kept working, head down but
Speaker 1: stealing glances. She comes out in a short silk floral wrap.
Speaker 1: I apologize for not announcing myself. Bullshit. She knew. She says,
Speaker 1: it's a beautiful morning. Then John, could you help me?
Speaker 1: With the bath house. I follow her already and zipping
Speaker 1: walking in, She's naked, drops straight to her knees. Diane
Speaker 1: was in eager, talented, cocksucker, great fuck too quick, hungry,
Speaker 1: multiple rounds that summer. Whenever she called the shots, always discreet,
Speaker 1: always in the bath house or pump room, she came
Speaker 1: fast and loud. Fast forward two years and I moved
Speaker 1: to key West Quite, quit Pools, selling electronics at Sears.
Speaker 1: Diane walks in, extends the same hand she used to
Speaker 1: cherk me and says, you look really handsome with clothes on. Wait,
Speaker 1: that didn't come out right. We laugh. She rents a
Speaker 1: room at the Sherret and in that after that afternoon
Speaker 1: old habits. Then there was missus Allen Sallie in August
Speaker 1: of eighty seven, lawyers mid divorce, tall studded wand and
Speaker 1: a smart skirt, suits and heels. One day I accidentally
Speaker 1: hose her robin egg blue pump pope shoes while rinsing
Speaker 1: the deck. She looks down, shock turns to excitement and
Speaker 1: says it'll be okay. Next week she's home with her
Speaker 1: college staged daughter both forgetting and quotes it's pool day.
Speaker 1: Salie in a light blue floral bikini, elastic tide bush
Speaker 1: peeking out on the sides, deliberate daughter in shorts and
Speaker 1: d They sip wine sunbathe daughter goes inside. Sallie spreads
Speaker 1: her legs wide on the chase, eyes me and I've over.
Speaker 1: Neil kiss her soft belly and tell her she's beautiful.
Speaker 1: Love her bikini, she chuckles. I pull the bottoms aside
Speaker 1: and lick her till she's shaking multiple orgasms. Delicious never
Speaker 1: fucked her though. That bikini ended up in the pump house.
Speaker 1: I sniffed the crotch and jerked off to the rest
Speaker 1: of the season. Ran into her years later. She gained weight.
Speaker 1: Wasn't chatty, but the memories the poolboy trope is real, Nikki,
Speaker 1: I lived. It wasn't pretty enough for and only fans,
Speaker 1: but damn if I didn't make a few lonely rich
Speaker 1: wives very happy that summer. Maybe I should write that book.
Speaker 1: Charge a couple bucks. You think anybody would read it?
Speaker 1: Thanks for letting me confess. Feels good to finally tell
Speaker 1: someone the full filthy truth your former pool boy, and
Speaker 1: proud of it. John. It really should have ended red,
Speaker 1: because Red. This is a story and if you didn't
Speaker 1: live it, this is like a second life for you.
Speaker 1: I'm just saying, Betty, I think we're reading Red's alter
Speaker 1: ego here. And if he did write that book, the
Speaker 1: title would scream bestseller. And did any of those housewives
Speaker 1: ever track you down? Post Key West? Oh? I bet so.
Speaker 1: And for you guys who are listening, the pool Boy
Speaker 1: trope total fantasy or is it rooted in for now
Speaker 1: or reality? Geez my eyes tonight, I think it's kind
Speaker 1: of like a lie. Every thing is rooted in some truth.
Speaker 1: I think it did somewhere. It did right, you know,
Speaker 1: all those years I was on the phone lines, I
Speaker 1: never did any no one ever asked for really like
Speaker 1: porn tropes, like to live out any of those, like
Speaker 1: the ones who've done this month, So no, I take
Speaker 1: that back. There was a guy that actually bought me
Speaker 1: dinner one night, yep, and all I had to do
Speaker 1: he paid for my dinner. And when he answered the door,
Speaker 1: I didn't have to be naked, but he wanted like
Speaker 1: a visual proof of me answering the door, like topless.
Speaker 1: That was his thing. So he paid me three hundred
Speaker 1: dollars like immediately, So I went straight right, and as
Speaker 1: soon as the driver got there, I had him. I
Speaker 1: had my phone in my ear and I and this
Speaker 1: is like early early cell phone days, like the flip
Speaker 1: phone and stuff with the camera so grainy, and I
Speaker 1: took a shot of my tits and the I think
Speaker 1: I ordered pizza, I can't remember. And I didn't show
Speaker 1: his face. I only showed the like me, like from
Speaker 1: my shoulders down tits. So somewhere somebody has a picture
Speaker 1: of my tits and somebody trying to handing me pizza.
Speaker 1: So that's as clothes as I've ever gotten to a
Speaker 1: porn trope anybody else? Oh really, I I never you know,
Speaker 1: that's a kind of treat it like this. I mean
Speaker 1: I've been places when people have met me, but I've
Speaker 1: never sent nuts, So you know, I just it wasn't
Speaker 1: my thing. I always played on people's imagination with my voice.
Speaker 1: I mean I've been I can count on one hand
Speaker 1: how many times people asked, and I always told them
Speaker 1: I'm never no matter how good I look. I could
Speaker 1: be a stunning ten or fifteen, but I'm never gonna
Speaker 1: look like what you're picturing. And if it does, it's
Speaker 1: going to break the fantasy. And it's never gonna be
Speaker 1: the same, and they all turned me down after that.
Speaker 1: That's what I always says. Yeah, so we're ending the show, Betty,
Speaker 1: the way we do this as we end the show,
Speaker 1: and then I give you a naughty tuckin, So stick around.
Speaker 1: Wrapping up these pool side confessions, here's what we can
Speaker 1: learn from the first story. Embrace your desires boldly. A
Speaker 1: little planning can lead to massive rewards, but also prioritize safety.
Speaker 1: In the condom chat, the beach else Tail tells shows
Speaker 1: us that building connections can amplify fun, trust and chemistry
Speaker 1: turn good into unforgettable. Our hotel surprise reminds us that
Speaker 1: confidence flips awkward into awesome. Your own power in those
Speaker 1: spontaneous sparks, and John's adventures highlight how opportunity knocks in
Speaker 1: everyday routines. Discretion and consent keeps the memories sweet, not sour.
Speaker 1: As for life lessons. Overall, these stories scream that age,
Speaker 1: setting or status does not define passion. It's about seizing
Speaker 1: the moment, communicating wants, and savoring the afterglow. Whether you're
Speaker 1: the teaser or the teased, keep it consensual and fun.
Speaker 1: And that riddle I start off dry and stiff, but
Speaker 1: after you work me your hands, I get all soft
Speaker 1: and pliable. You're right, it's Plato. You're right, Red, You've
Speaker 1: got one. Yay. Sometime though, I'm like, I have to
Speaker 1: I read the answer, I'm like, how does that work?
Speaker 1: And then I'm like, it's too late. My brain's fried.
Speaker 1: I don't know. Sometimes I don't know. Sometimes she has
Speaker 1: to jump off for work and take a call like
Speaker 1: she did last night. You guys missed it last night.
Speaker 1: So I'm sitting here on Friday's batty. We do a
Speaker 1: what we call Choose your own sex Adventure, and I
Speaker 1: give you the topic when it's going to be, and
Speaker 1: you email me like your desires, your wants, whatever your
Speaker 1: kinks are, and I throw it in story for him.
Speaker 1: And this week I asked for him in advance so
Speaker 1: I could just because it takes a long time to
Speaker 1: be in chat and read them all, so I just
Speaker 1: decided to ask them beforehand, and I did it a
Speaker 1: kid you not read. I was like to the last
Speaker 1: because it was nurses. So she was a traveling nurse
Speaker 1: and not only did she help them with medicine and
Speaker 1: that kind of stuff, but she also got them off
Speaker 1: in some former fashion. But I got down to the
Speaker 1: last house and she's in chat going, hey, Nikki, you're muted.
Speaker 1: So I recorded like three quarters so and people were
Speaker 1: showing up. I'm like, well, maybe each other is a
Speaker 1: shy and I wasn't gonna worry about it now. I
Speaker 1: was completely muted, so I un muted and she got
Speaker 1: to hear the last last house. But that one is
Speaker 1: up now in Patreon, so you can hear it there.
Speaker 1: It's time for that night, naughty Tucket. Yeah, it was
Speaker 1: kind of like it was like, oh god, I'm a dorc.
Speaker 1: Monday's the next one at eight o'clock Central, well central standard,
Speaker 1: and remember we set our clocks back tonight. Tomorrow. Monday
Speaker 1: is Bosses, so all confessions about the boss kind of thing.
Speaker 1: But for Red on the fourteenth, we're doing steak in bjday.
Speaker 1: Send them to me if you've got some, I can
Speaker 1: put it in for Monday. I don't only edit until
Speaker 1: like right before we get on and make sure it's
Speaker 1: pacewise for me, I can. I can keep my eyes
Speaker 1: on it, spell check it and everything doesn't take me
Speaker 1: that long. But send it to me if you want
Speaker 1: it in and that's it.