If you haven't read my earlier story about Roxanne here on Literotica, you should. That was the first time that Roxanne came over to my place and we had an erotic afternoon outside by my pool.
Roxanne and her husband Greg are my neighbors in the house behind mine. Greg is a paraplegic from an earlier motorcycle accident and cannot get an erection. Roxanne wanted to see a man get aroused once again and asked me to help her fulfill that desire.
Roxanne, Greg and I have known each other for several years. We met before Greg got paralyzed. We got to know each other very well - Greg and I joked around with each other, and there was some light flirting between Roxanne and me. I even came up with a nickname for her - Foxy Roxy. She and Greg always laughed when I called her that. Roxanne is a hot babe - she stays very fit and has a great body with C-cup breasts, shapely legs and a firm ass. Reddish-blonde hair, medium length. She usually wears it in a ponytail. I think she knows that I love looking at girls with a ponytail.
It was exactly one week after our first sexual time together. I was working from my home office when my cell phone rang. It was Roxanne's name on the display.
"Hey, Foxy Roxy! How ya doing? What's up?"
A giggle from her, then in a kind of throaty voice, she replied, "I like it when you call me that. Thanks! And I'm doing fine. Just kind of bored and a little tense. Work has been a bitch this week. You got a few minutes to talk, or are you busy working?"
"Nope, I'm good. I'm almost finished with this project I'm working on, and I've got a week left before the deadline. So, I can drop it for now. What's on your mind?"
"Joe, I've been thinking about the other day out by your pool. I really enjoyed that."
"Me, too. I liked it. A lot."
There was silence on the phone as we both recalled that erotic afternoon. My cock started growing in my pants as my mind went back over everything that we did that day.
"Joe, are you still there?"
"Yep. Sorry, I was remembering, and it's making me horny. I forgot to talk, I guess."
"Yeah, me too. Horny, that is. I get wet whenever I think about that day. And that's what I want to talk to you about. I'd like to do some more things with you. If you want to. I'm frustrated by my work. And this weekend, I'm lonesome here by myself, and Greg won't be back for a couple more weeks. I was wondering if maybe we could get together again. Out by your pool. Or maybe inside. Or you could come over here to my place. Shit, I'm babbling like when I was twenty and wanted to hook up with a guy in college. Sorry...."
"Nothing to apologize about. I like listening to you talk. Your voice gets kind of deeper when you're horny. Or embarrassed. I like it. And yes, I really would like to do more with you. Whatever you're up for."
Roxanne chuckled, kind of sexy like. "Yeah, I guess I am a little embarrassed to ask you this stuff. And I'm really horny right now, too. I've decided I'd like to do more stuff to you. And with you. I mean, I'd like you to do stuff to me, too. If you would...."
"Of course, I would. You're one of the sexiest gals I know. I've had so many fantasies about you, doing so many things. Things that I'd be embarrassed to talk about with anyone else. Remember last week when you came over? I told you that I had already been masturbating thinking about you. Then we got together. And since that afternoon, I've jacked off almost every day remembering me watching you. Then what you did to me right after. So yeah, I want to us to do a lot more together. If you're up for it, that is. Do you want to come over now? We can swim again if you want to."
I recalled that sexy white bikini she was wearing when she walked into my back yard last week. Then we swam, and how that swim led to the other stuff. And how she looked after she removed her bikini and let me watch her finger fuck herself.
Roxanne answered me. "Hmmm. I really don't feel like a swim right now. Maybe we can talk a bit first. How about I bring my suit, and we can swim later if we want to."
"Sure thing. I'll open up some wine. I'll put together a plate of cheese and crackers, too. We can sit out by the pool like last time. I haven't showered yet today, and I might smell a little funky. So I'll get cleaned up first. You know the combination to the gate, come on in the back yard and I'll meet you out by the pool. And you can come on in the house and get the wine and cheese if you get here before I'm ready."
"Cool - see you in a few."
I cheerfully hummed to myself imagining was about to happen. I walked into my kitchen, grabbing two bottles of local California Merlot on the way. I uncorked both of them to let them breathe a bit while I sliced up some cheese. That went on a platter with some crackers and Kalamata olives. Satisfied with the plate, I sat out two wine glasses. Then I hurried into my bathroom. While the shower was warming up, I got out a fresh pair of swim trunks and a nice white polo shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror as I disrobed. Not bad for being in my mid-forties. I work out a lot to stay in shape. My cock was semi-hard from me thinking about Roxanne and hoping we'd have some more sexual fun like we did last time. Only more, I hoped, based on Roxanne's comments on the phone just now.
I quickly shampooed my hair and lathered up the rest of my body, paying particular attention to washing all around my cock and balls and ass. I rinsed off, stepped out and dried myself. A quick brush of my teeth, and I put on my trunks and shirt. A pair of leather sandals on my feet, and I was ready. I grabbed a couple of beach towels in case we decided to get in the pool later. When I got to the kitchen, I saw that Roxanne had indeed come in and had taken the wine, cheese and glasses out to the poolside covered patio.
She was standing by the pool looking at some of my plants when she heard my door open. I watched her turn as she smiled at me. Damn, she looked nice! Her hair was tied up into a ponytail again. A pair of tight blue-jean cutoffs with ragged edges barely covered her fine ass. A cut off t-shirt, about four inches of it below her breasts, revealed a nice span of her tanned tummy. And obviously no bra - Roxanne's usual mode for casual dress. I could see that she was a bit excited too - from her semi-nervous smile and her firm nipples poking the front of her shirt.
I smiled back at her. "You certainly are foxy today, Roxy. Really sexy, I mean. You definitely look nice."
"Thanks! You do clean up pretty well yourself."
Roxanne smiled at me again as she walked over to the two-person patio couch and sat down. She patted the cushion beside her. "Joe, pour us a couple glasses of wine and come sit here beside me."
