We will never forget the August day my wife and I decided to go to the local community pool.
It was a steamy day in the Chicago area, but things eventually became much more steamy for us.
There was nothing on our calendar that lazy Sunday.
The sun was shining brightly and it was already in the 80s before noon.
"Steve, do you want to go to the pool," Marie asked as we ate a tasty breakfast she had prepared.
"Yeah, sounds good. I love going there," I replied about the pool.
So, Marie and I gathered our supplies - waters, munchies, reading material, sunscreen hats, and, of course, those noodles you can float on - and headed to the pool about three miles from our home in the western suburbs.
It's not a big pool, but one that always makes us feel so relaxed.
There's something special about being on a lounge chair, hearing the sounds of children playing in the pool, reading a bit, then drifting off for a nap. We joke that it's like vacation for a day.
We had just got settled on two chairs and were beginning to read, when we heard a female voice say, 'Nice visor."
I had worn my White Sox visor that day, so I knew it couldn't be a Cubs fan.
We looked up to see an attractive brunette, who looked to be in her 40s, with shoulder-length brown hair, wearing a one-piece swimsuit that showed an attractive petite body much like Marie's.
She was standing beside an older woman whom I figured was probably her mother.
"Hey, thanks, gotta cheer my White Sox," I replied.
The woman said "I'm a White Sox fan, too," and we began to talk about our frustrating team which was once again scuffling through another seasons of baseball.
"I'm Steve and this is my wife Marie," I said.
"Sarah," she replied. "This my mom."
We talked a bit more about the pool and the Sox.
She complimented my wife on her broad-brimmed sunhat, perfect for the pool. Marie got up off her chair to talk with Sarah face to face. I was noticed how they were basically the same in body shape and height.
I enjoyed watching them talk and - being a horny hubby of age 60 - did have a few fleeting thoughts about their being together without the swimsuits. I'm a guy. Guilty as charged.
As I watched Marie and Sarah talk, I envisioned them kissing, breasts pressing against each other's, their hands on the other's ass, pulling each other close.
Those thoughts vanished as Sarah and her mom went off to find seats on the rapidly-filling pool deck. We want back to reading our books.
Being August in Chicago, it got hot fast. Soon, I needed a dip. So I got into the pool and waded for a while when I heard "well, hello again." Sure enough, it was Sarah, without her mother.
"Oh, hi, nice to see you again," I said.
We talked about our families, our backgrounds, our summer, general stuff like that It felt like we were old friends and knew each other for years.
We said our goodbyes and I got out of the pool, lounging on the chair beside my wife as we both read.
I briefly wondered how Sarah may look naked. Again, a typical guy. I drifted into a nap.
Later, Marie awakened me saying "we should get going."
The pool was closing in about a half hour, and decided to head home for dinner. As we were gathering our items, who appeared much to our surprise?
That's right. Sarah.
"It's nice to make new friends. I want to give my cell phone to you two. Maybe we can go out to dinner sometime," Sarah said.
She gave us her number, and we both put it into our phones. We said our goodbyes and headed home.
On the drive back, I mentioned "she is very nice." Marie agreed. Inside, my heart was pounding with the possibilities.
We later texted her and said it was nice to meet and that dinner sounded good. Being busy parents of college students, we all were kinda swamped that time of year.
But in September we finally settled on a time and date for dinner at a local tavern on a Sunday evening.
We told Sarah we'd meet in the beer garden and sure enough she showed up.
We had a wonderful dinner filled with smiles, laughs and lively conversation as we got to know each other better. It turns out she sadly is a widow for 10 years and her daughter was a college freshman out of state.
During the dinner, she touched my arm while talking with me and gave me a very nice smile. Electric jolts ran through my body.
I had to ask the question on my mind since that day at the pool.
"Sarah, why did you rush over to talk with us before we left?" I asked.
She smiled.
"I didn't want you two to get away without my cell phone number," she replied.
I smiled and filed that little nugget in my mind. "I didn't want you two to get away." Hmm, I thought, I wonder why.
We left after nearly two hours with the promise of another dinner. Life being life, that didn't happen until November at a different tavern.
It was a cold night, they had a fireplace. Marie and I sat facing each other. Sarah seemed surprised by the seating arrangement and elected to sit beside Marie.
Once again, the conversation never lulled and we all had a great time.
As we were leaving, we told Sarah she must come to our house sometime for my prize-winning chili as long as she brings the beer.
She agreed. She and Marie hugged goodbye and we went home happy.
A few months later, after the holidays, we contacted her and reminded her of the invitation. We agree that she'd come over that Saturday night in February and she would be brining the tasty Guinness beer. we all enjoy.
Sarah arrived at the agreed on time, wearing a winter coat over her red blouse and tight blue jeans. I couldn't help but admire the view and hoped she and Marie didn't notice my lingering eyes.
We savored the delicious chili - if I may say so - and each had a couple beers.
Afterwards, we gave her the tour of the small house, not that there's a lot.
Included was a peek into our bedroom with its queen-sized bed.
I could have sworn I saw a smile on Sarah's face when she saw the bed and hoped she didn't notice the bright pink sex toy and adult movie DVD case on the beside table that we had forgotten to put away from the previous night's fun.
We relocated downstairs in our family room. I settled into an easy chair while Marie and Ruth sat beside each other on the couch.
We were talking about various plans we had for the coming year, places we hoped to vacation and concerts we had tickets for and movies we'd like to see.
