This recent at-home quarantine period has given me a lot of time to remember some more past sexual episodes. Here's another I thought I'd write about. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I like remembering it.
My home has a pool in the back yard and a covered patio area next to the pool with a privacy fence that completely encloses my yard. The only way to see into the pool area is to either come into the back yard through one of the gates, or through the house. I've had some nice masturbation sessions out by the pool. And sometimes in the pool, letting one of the water jets massage my cock, knowing that I had complete privacy. I work from home mostly, so I can take a break and go out to the pool almost anytime I want.
Shortly after I bought my home several years ago, I met the neighbors with whom I share a common property line behind my house. Roxanne and her husband Greg are about five years younger than me. Both of them are in their early 40's, they've been married about 10 years. They don't have any kids.
I've always considered Roxanne a hot babe - very fit and shapely. She's about 5 ft 8 inches tall, with at least C-cup sized breasts. Medium length reddish-blonde hair that she frequently wears in a ponytail. I'm a fanatic for hot babes with ponytails. And one of the best things is that when Roxanne dresses casually, she rarely wears a bra.
When I first met them, Roxanne and Greg were both into motorcycle motocross racing, going away most weekends, taking their racing cycles in their toy-hauler trailer. Because they were extremely competitive, they both worked out a lot, and Roxanne is very trim and fit. And they were both nicely tanned, spending time laying out in their back yard whenever they weren't working or out racing. They don't have a pool at their place.
Every now and again, Roxanne and Greg would accept my invitation to come sit out by my pool in the evening, having burgers and wine. We'd chat and joke about things, with some light flirting between Roxanne and me, and Greg and I making wise cracks to each other. As I was hoping to be able to see Roxanne in a swimsuit, several times I invited them over for some time in the pool, but it just never worked out since they were almost always away racing their cycles.
Then one weekend about two years ago, I was checking Facebook, and I saw a post from Greg. The photo he posted showed him lying in a hospital bed. All his Facebook friends, myself included, said "What the hell, Greg?" His reply was that he had wrecked out going over a jump and went over sideways and backwards. He broke his back, and is a paraplegic now, paralyzed from mid-abdomen down. He has full use of his arms and hands, can breathe OK, but that's about it. He gets about very well in his wheelchair and has a car with hand controls, but he's never been able to go back to his job as a contract airplane pilot. Roxanne is a physical rehab nurse, so that worked out for them. She's able help Greg with his therapy and she still keeps her job driving to various physical therapy centers.
Last summer, Greg went to some city in Europe to participate in an experimental program that uses stem cells to try to regenerate nerve paths, to maybe allow some lower body function. But it didn't work.
Roxanne went with him to get him settled in, but she had to return to the U.S., as it was a four-week session and she needed to come back to work. On one of my morning exercise walks, I saw Roxanne at the street out by her mailbox. We chatted for a bit, and I gave her an open invitation to come over to my place and have snacks and wine. And I told her the pool was always available for her to use. I gave her the combination to the lock on my gate, so that if she wanted, she could help herself whether I was at home or not.
A couple of days later, on a Saturday afternoon, it turned out to be really hot here in southern California. I was out trimming trees in the back yard, wearing my swimsuit, making it easy to jump in and cool off every now and then. My phone rang, and it was Roxanne. "Is the invitation to get some time in your pool still open?" she asked.
"Of course!" I replied. "Any time. Just come on into the back yard."
"OK, I'll be there in five minutes."
I went in the house, threw on a large, loose t-shirt and put about a dozen wine coolers into a large ice-filled bucket. I put some cheese slices and crackers on a plate and set it all on the low table under the patio cover. A couple of minutes later I heard the gate open, and Roxanne came in, wearing a loose swimsuit coverup and carrying her own beach towel. She thanked me for inviting her over, and we sat and sipped on the wine coolers while she brought me up to date on Greg's treatment.
Roxanne said she'd like to get in the pool for a while if I didn't mind. Of course, I didn't mind! I was finally going to get my chance to see Roxanne in a swimsuit! She said, "But you need to get in also. I'm not going in by myself while you sit up here and stare at me."
Whatever do you mean? Me, stare at you? I thought that but didn't say it. "Of course, I've been in and out several times already today," I said.
And then Roxanne slipped her coverup over her head. There she was. Fantastic! A simple white two-piece bikini. Not skimpy at all, like I was hoping it would be. But not overly covering, either. It held her ample boobs nicely, pushing them up a bit and really making her cleavage look nice. I quickly pulled off my t-shirt and we both jumped into the pool.
We swam a bit, splashed each other some, talked a bit, in general just relaxed and had fun.
After about an hour, Roxanne said "I feel like I'm getting all wrinkled up like a prune. How about we have some more of those wine coolers?"
"Sure thing," I said. "After you." Of course, I was going to let Roxanne climb up that pool ladder before me. And what a view I had of her firm, shapely, tight buttocks in that wet, clingy white bikini bottom!
