Shortly after the first anniversary of my divorce, my world changed dramatically. First, an uncle of mine passed away. My uncle Karl was a unique individual, a borderline genius who held a number of patents on many items that are now everyday, normal household items. Uncle Karl was also my confidant, a straight-talker who rarely held back. His only son, my cousin, had died years earlier, and I was his closest relative.
I wound up as his sole beneficiary, inheriting his entire estate, worth enough that I may never have to work again, if I choose. My uncle lived in a large, but modest, house in the nicest part of town. Not necessarily the nicest house, but certainly one of the largest pieces of property. The house needed some work done to it, but it was an incredible windfall.
Shortly after that, on a night out with some friends, we were talking about the upcoming multi-state lottery drawing, already at a near record prize. On a whim, we all decided to toss in a few bucks, and bought some tickets. Two days later, at a Sunday cook-out, we discovered that we were holding one of two winning tickets.
We decided to take the pay-out over time, instead off taking it all at once, on the thought that it would be nice to have the government owe us money for the next 20 years!
Deciding that my new house was in good enough condition to live in as it was, I moved in right away and started making plans for the rehab. Along with my house, the was a coach house in the back of the property, currently being rented by a single mom with two teenagers.
The mom, who was about 10 years younger than me, was named Tammy, and very attractive. At first glance, I thought that she was an older sister or a younger aunt to the two girls, because she looked way too young to be the mother to kids that old. She is about 5' 3", and maybe 125 lbs., with long dirty-blond hair.
Shortly after I moved in, Tammy approached me about the possibility of buying her house. She told me that when she spoke with my uncle about it, he basically blew her off. When I told her that I would look into the matter for her, she thanked me, and walked away.
I saw her about a week later, while I was doing some work on the house, and she was washing her SUV. I explained to her that I had my lawyer look into the idea of selling her the coach house, and because of zoning restrictions, it was impossible to separate the two properties. She was not too happy, but I told her that if she wanted, she could come over one night, and we could discuss her lease, and what we could do to make it more worth her money to continue renting from me. She agreed, and said that she would let me know when she could come by.
That weekend, as I was sitting out by the pool, enjoying a bourbon, and about to light up a cigar, Tammy came up the walk and asked if this was a good time to talk. I told her this was as good a time as any, and offered her a drink. She told me that she really didn't drink much, but that she would have a glass of wine. I poured her a glass of Riesling, and brought it out to her. We started talking about her lease, and we soon smoothed out a deal where she would pay half of what her current rent was, in exchange for helping me out with the yard work and landscaping.
I also told her that she and her kids were welcome to use the pool anytime they wanted, and that they could even have a few friends over, as long as it didn't get too wild.
As we shook hands on the deal, I poured Tammy another glass of wine, and we started talking. I discovered that Tammy is a widow, that her husband was killed by a drunk driver when her kids were babies, and that she had raised the kids by herself ever since. I told her about my divorce, and we talked more. The longer we talked, the more I didn't want Tammy to leave. She was a pleasure to look at, very funny, and very intelligent. Unfortunately, though, her low tolerance, and the late time, caught up with us, and I walked her to her door. As she stood at her door, I thought I caught a look, a glimpse, that had some promise to it. I knew, though, that Tammy would take some time.
Over the next couple of weeks, Tammy and I talked a few more times before I finally decided to ask her out. More honestly, I would have to say that I had to build up the guts to ask her out. She just had that effect on me!
We decided to go to a local Mexican restaurant that was close to home. This was the first time in a few years that Tammy had gone out without her kids, and she felt a little nervous.
When the waitress first came to the table, I mentioned to Tammy that this place had very good Margaritas, so we ordered a couple along with our dinner. We had a very pleasant dinner, along with more conversation. We both seemed to be at ease talking with each other, so the conversation flowed smoothly, as did the drinks. As we finished dinner, we were polishing off our third round of drinks, and it was obvious that Tammy was starting to feel them.
When we left the restaurant, we decide to head back home, so Tammy could check on her kids. I invited Tammy to join me on my patio, where we could have another drink, which she agreed to.
It was such a nice evening, we just sat without talking for a few minutes. Finally, I asked Tammy if she wanted to go for a late night dip. She protested at first, but after just a little persuasion, she decided to run home and put her swimsuit on, and I did the same.
I was already in the pool when Tammy came back out. She was looking very nervous, in her beach wrap and flip-flops.
"I'm not so sure that I want you to see me in a swimsuit," she laughed. "It's not a pretty sight."
"Please," I responded. "I've already seen you in a dress, and in a wet tank top and shorts. I think that I can handle you in a swimsuit. Besides, you went in and got your suit on for a reason, so just hop in."
"Fine, but you have to turn around while I take off my wrap, and don't look until I say you can," she told me.
"What is this, junior high?" I teased her. "Just get in the pool."
Tammy laughed, and said "Fine. Just turn around."
Letting out a mock, loud sigh, I turned, and Tammy jumped into the pool.
We swam around a bit, and after a short while, I got out to get our drinks. As I got back in, and handed Tammy hers, I caught a look that told me that I had a window of opportunity tonight, if I was interested.
As we drank and floated, I stayed very near her, keeping the conversation very soft. At one point, I noticed that we had floated to a corner of the pool, and that Tammy"s back was to it. I decided that if I was going to make a move, it was now or never. The funny thing was, even after all of the women I've been with since my divorce, I was very nervous about this one!
I put my glass on the edge of the pool, and slowly moved towards Tammy. I took her glass, and placed it next to mine, and I leaned in and kissed Tammy, softly at first, but eventually wrapping my arms around her tightly, and kissing her with an intensity that surprised even me.
As I first moved in, I heard a whimper coming from Tammy, and she started moaning more as our kissing intensified. Our bodies were rubbing against each other, and our hands were all over each other.
I soon stared moving my lips to Tammy's neck, and I could almost feel her melt in my arms as I kissed and nibbled her neck, as I held her tight.
"Oh, my god," she breathed as I worked just under her ear. "You went right to my soft spot."
"Just wait," I told her. "I'm just getting started."
"Oh, yessss..." she moaned, as I worked my way to the other side of her neck.
As I worked on her neck, I kept gliding my hands over her body, slowly working my way towards her front. The first time that I brushed my thumb over the side of her breast, I heard her gasp lightly, and I felt her shudder.
I steered us towards the shallow end of the pool, and once I was able to put my feet on the bottom, I pulled her in tight again, and resumed kissing my way down her neck to her chest.
Tammy kept holding on to me, gasping as I kept finding her soft spots. I started working my way towards her chest, following her neck, until I reached the strap on her swimsuit.
I slowly started moving the strap off of her shoulder, causing her to inhale sharply as the top of her breast was exposed.
"Should we be doing ... this ... here?," Tammy asked me softly.
"This corner of the pool is very secluded," I told her, as I moved to the other suit strap.
As I slowly and softly pulled one cup down with my mouth, exposing her left breast, she raised a hand to cover herself. As I looked at her, she told me, "I don't like my body. I don't want you to see it like this yet."
