I’m Cara, forty-two years old. I’m a middle school science teacher. My husband Tom works for a biotech company. During the school year, I keep my nose to the grindstone. Summer is “me time” to get myself back in shape by running and stand up paddleboarding. Also, I hate tan lines.
We live in Southern California; our house is on a cul de sac. We’re lucky to have a pool in the back yard. Our back yard is secluded; only one house has a view into the pool area. Our neighbors, Keith and Sarah, both work so they’re not home during the day. They’re younger and, like ourselves, are a “two-incomes-no-kids” family.
After a run, I like to cool off in the pool. I usually don’t wear a top… and sometimes not a bottom either. Then I usually lie out for a while to enjoy the sun.
One Saturday in early July, Tom and I were over at Keith and Sarah’s for a neighborhood cookout. The beer flowed pretty good and everyone was having fun. I was wearing a tank top and shorts. I guess going without a bra was a bit risqué but Tom likes it and my breasts are small.
As the evening wore on and we were getting ready to leave, Keith came up to me and said, “you look very nice tonight, Cara… but you looked even better yesterday afternoon by your pool.”
I was stunned. I said, ”Keith, what were you doing at home? Why weren’t you at work?”
“I work from home a couple of days a week now. I noticed you by the pool and, of course, I appreciate the sight of a beautiful woman.”
“Well,” I said, “I guess I’ll have to be more careful. I thought our back yard was private.”
“Oh, please, I didn’t mean to offend you. With a body like yours, you should be comfortable being nude. It’s a shame to hide your beauty under some silly swimsuit. I hope I haven’t spoiled our fun… I like to see you and it’s obvious you’re not shy, so please go ahead and enjoy the sunshine and your pool. I sure do.”
The next few days I wore a swimsuit when I was relaxing at the pool. But the more I thought about it, I thought, ‘this is my house, my pool and my body. If I want to be topless, I’m entitled’. Besides, I had to admit to myself, the idea of a virile younger man looking at me and getting hard was a turn on for me.
So, the next day, I swam and sunbathed topless. I hoped he was watching… it made me so hot. After a couple of days, I ditched the bottoms too. I thought I could feel his eyes as I moved around, changed positions and stretched.
A couple of weeks later, we were at another neighborhood party. Keith came up to me in a private moment and said, “I’m glad I didn’t scare you off. You are one beautiful and sexy woman.”
I said: “Look, Keith, it’s my back yard and I can enjoy it anyway I want. If it excites you to watch me, that’s up to you… but I’m not going to change what I do.”
“Of course it excites me,” he said. “I enjoy the show. It’s also exciting to see you here with Tom… he doesn’t know that when I look at you I see your beautiful naked body. He can enjoy you at night but it’s my pleasure in the afternoon.”
I didn’t respond to his comments. But I felt the tingle of arousal. I wondered how he would look… naked, young and with his cock hard.
A few days later as l was relaxing by the pool, Keith called me on my cell.
“Hello Cara, its Keith.”
“Keith! How do you know my cell number?”
“Sarah has it in her phone. I just called to say hello and to tell you that you are making me incredibly aroused.”
“So, you’ve been watching me again?”
“Yes, of course, what red-blooded male could resist? And I also noticed how you struggle to not to miss any area with your sunscreen. You could get a pretty bad sunburn in some sensitive areas. I’ll come over and help you with your back.”
It was one thing to have him looking at me from afar but quite another to have him rubbing lotion on my back. But he was right, it was hard to get sunscreen on the middle of my back and, what the hell, he was already seeing all of me.
“What do you say, Cara, shall I come over?”
I felt that tingle again. This young hunk running his hands over me… wow… I wanted that.
“Sure, but just on my back… that’s all.”
But then I got cold feet. I went in and put on a two-piece swimsuit.
Keith came over. He was wearing work out shorts and no shirt. Tanned, firm and gorgeous.
“OK, lay on your tummy.” He squirted some lotion on the middle of my back and rubbed it in. “Legs?”
“Sure.”
He started at my ankles and gently rubbed my calves. Then he moved up the backs of my legs. I was getting so hot… I didn’t know whether to tell him to stop or to just let him go on. So I didn’t say anything. But he didn’t touch my butt or my thighs.
“Now shoulders and the rest of your back, he said. But this tie is in the way.” He started to untie my top.
“No Keith, just my back,” I said.
“That’s what I’m doing but I don’t want to get oil on your top. You don’t have to roll over.”
“OK.”
So he untied my top and oiled the rest of my back and my shoulders. He managed to touch the sides of my breasts, but I didn’t say anything. Then he reached down and squirted more lotion on the backs of my legs. This time he rubbed the inside of my thighs and I wondered how high he’d go, I tightened my legs together.
“This feels good, doesn’t it Cara?”
I didn’t say anything… but I relaxed a bit. I didn’t stop him. When his hand brushed between my legs it felt like an electric shock hit me.
“We’ve got to get rid of this bottom,” he said as he slid a hand under the waist of the swimsuit. “Raise your bottom, I’m going to take it off.”
I was so hot.
“I’ll take it off, I said.” So I stood up and took it off. Then I turned to face him. I wanted to show him my body… close up.
Then he reached for me and I panicked. “What are you doing? Are you crazy!” I jumped in the pool. “Get out of here,” I yelled, “go home!”
He turned and left. I haven’t sunbathed nude or even topless since then. Tom and I see Keith in the neighborhood but he’s never mentioned our encounters and, of course, neither do I. I haven’t told Tom.
But there are times when I catch myself fantasizing… his strong hands massaging my breasts… his lips on mine… his hard cock.
Maybe next summer?
