After six hours on my home office computer, I headed to the back yard to lift weights and unwind in the lap pool, a routine I started three months ago when I moved into my new house. The lap pool was a nice feature that almost made me forget how much I'd overpaid for the property.
Another nice feature was the family living in the house on the other side of my fenced back-yard. The Robbins clan included two sexy teen-aged girls and their attractive mother, all of whom loved to sun themselves around their pool in skimpy attire.
In the lap pool, I quickly got into my rhythm--ten strokes, turn; ten strokes turn. After six lengths, my mind drifted to the Robbins' older daughter, Sarah, who'd seemed smitten by me at our first encounter. Since then I saw her two or three times a week when I lifted weights, swam or sunbathed. She seemed to enjoy teasing me with each new bikini purchase, each one more revealing than the last.
Yesterday she had offered me a mini-massage when I finished my lap swim and complained about stiff legs. I laid on a yoga mat and she knelt between my legs working my quads. Her bikini cups fought to contain her swaying boobs, her gaze rarely leaving the crotch of my spandex swimsuit.
Nearing the end of my lap swim today, I indulged a fantasy of her giving me a handjob. I was getting to the good part when my fantasy girl appeared in the flesh.
"Walter! Hey!"
"Hey yourself," I said. "I'm almost finished."
She wore a bikini I hadn't seen before, three triangular patches with narrow cloth ribbons to hold them in place. The triangles almost covered her large aureolas while the bottom one hugged the indentation of her labia. She sat at the pool edge, feet dangling in the water as I finished my laps.
"How're your legs today?" she said as I dried off. "I brought some lotion."
"Sure," I said, my cock already twitching in anticipation of her sensuous touch.
This time she began with my back.
"I love touching you, Walter," she said. "I love how firm and muscular you are. You seem to spend a lot of time swimming and lifting weights."
I nodded.
"Then there's my dad," she said, "and his pot belly. His idea of exercise is to make a run to the fridge for something to eat."
I'd met her father only once. His gruff demeanor made it clear he wasn't pleased to have a single guy living in the neighborhood.
"So what plans do you and Trevor have tonight?" I said, referring to her boyfriend about whom she constantly complained.
She sighed. "I wanted to see that new action movie, but his parents are out of town so he wants me to come over. He's been pestering me to let him film us while we fuck."
"How do you feel about that?"
She tapped my shoulder. "Time to turn over."
She knelt at my feet and started rubbing them. "I don't have a problem with that. I'm somewhat of an exhibitionist--as you can plainly see," she said as she jiggled her boobs.
"Oops," she said, moving the triangles back over her nipples. "Sorry for the equipment malfunction!"
"It was a sexy malfunction, Sarah!"
She giggled. "Maybe I can arrange for another."
Making quick work of my lower legs, she began on my quads, not so much massaging as caressing them, her eyes mainly fixed on my erection.
"So you wouldn't mind him filming the two of you in bed?" I said.
"Fucking in bed," she said, giving me a wicked grin. "He and I watch porn. Sometimes I give him a blowjob while he watches."
"He must like that!"
She gave me another grin. "The thing is anytime we fuck now, it's like he's the director telling me what to do. And it's all about me doing things for him, never him doing for me."
"That's got to be frustrating, not to have your needs met."
"Thank you very much, that's exactly how I feel."
Her hands grazed my bulge, an accident I thought, until she kept doing it.
"He doesn't even try to get me off anymore. His latest thing is wanting to watch me masturbate. I asked him, how about me watching you lick my pussy? I can get myself off at home."
I shook my head. "That must make you sad."
"You know, Walter, I like that you really listen to what I'm saying. You want me to do your upper body?"
I nodded at this new offer. She scooted from my feet to between my legs, her knees pressing my inner thighs and leaned across my midsection to work my shoulders and pecs. At times her boobs brushed my stomach.
"I love your skin! And how I can feel your muscles. Trevor doesn't have a bit of definition."
"I forgot how long you said you've been together."
"Eighteen months."
Her hands moved from my pecs to my abs. "Wow! You're hard as a rock here too." She snickered. "And it looks like further down as well."
I smiled.
"Trevor always used to make sure I came first, but now he takes me for granted. The last time we fucked he wanted to come on my face."
"What did you tell him?"
"No fucking way, dude! I'm not your whore!"
"How did he respond?"
She sighed. "He got pissed. Said if I really liked him, I'd let him do whatever. I told him I'm not a prop in some porn video he's making."
I nodded.
"I don't know why I stay with him."
"Why do you?"
Her hands reached the waistband of my suit. "You mind if I slip this down a bit?"
I lifted my hips expectantly.
She slipped my suit down until my cock nearly came into view.
"Oops," she said, giggling. "Too much?"
I shook my head.
"Okay then."
She resumed massaging my abdomen, each stroke ending with her fingers against my cock.
"How's that feel?" she said, leaning forward until her breasts rested on my stomach, her face close enough that I could smell her peppermint breath.
"It feels pretty damn good, Sarah." As pleasurable as her touch was, I felt myself getting a little nervous. "How about I return the favor?"
She smiled. "Okay, but first I want to do one more thing. I like making you feel good."
Adding more lotion to her hands, she began stroking my cock.
"Whoa!" I said, sitting up with a start and pulling up my suit. I prayed I hadn't aborted the last handjob a woman would ever offer me. But she was the daughter of a neighbor, and twice my age.
"It's your turn now," I said, slowly rising to my feet.
"How do you want me?"
"On your stomach?"
She grinned. "Can I take off my top?"
I nodded.
Why was I not surprised when she undid her top while sitting upright. She watched me ogle her breasts, gave me a big smile before laying on her stomach.
"You're very beautiful," I said. "And very sexy."
"Thanks," she said. She spread her legs wide apart. "You make me feel sexy."
I began with her feet. "You don't have to answer this, but as much as you complain about Trevor, what's your reward for staying with him?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's inertia? Easier to keep complaining than to make a change and find someone new. You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"
"No," I said, working on the backs of her thighs. They were toned with just enough flesh to make them feel soft, as if I were kneading dough.
"I don't mean to pry, but why not?" she said.
"Maybe I've set my standards too high or I'm looking in the wrong places."
"Where do you look?"
"Lately, at singles dances. There's a Friday night dance I like. In fact, I'm going tonight."
"You bring them to your house?"
I laughed. "I do. For the night, or sometimes the weekend."
"Depending how well they fuck?"
I nodded. "After the sex, I usually find we don't have much in common. At my age it gets--"
"--how old are you?"
"I'm 39."
"My dad's 37 and he looks ten years older than you!"
"Well, as you know, I like to stay in shape. Speaking of which, you're showing a lot of cheek. You comfortable with me working your glutes?"
"You can touch me wherever you want, Walter."
My cock jerked, spilling pre-ejaculatory fluid.
"Why'd you groan just then?" she said.
