Last Memorial Day, I went to a barbecue given by some friends from work. I had just started being social again after about six years of working on my career and raising my daughter. I tried dating a few men from town but none of them were for me. My husband had been killed in a car accident six years previously and until about six months before this party, he was the only man I had been with sexually. More recently, I had been wanting to just fuck someone. I was, in a sense, rediscovering my sexuality; there was so much I wanted to explore and experience.
Most of the guests at the barbecue were from our hospital but there were some from out of town. I was talking with a group of women and met a lady a little older than myself, (I'm 34), who was involved with the same kind of nursing I am. We talked for a while and discovered lots of things we had in common. We both enjoyed playing tennis and both loved Southern Rock. She introduced me to her husband and the three of us spent the remainder of the party laughing and talking about anything and everything. They were in their early forties and very professional looking, and funny, and very attentive towards me. Both of them were tall and tan and seemed very sophisticated. As we left, the three of us said we'd like to get together sometime and I gave them my phone number. I really didn't expect to see them again. They were so attractive and so together why would they want anything to do with me?
I couldn't get this couple out of my head and later that night, I fantasized about what it would be like to watch the two of them making love and to feel the two of them at either side of me. I also wondered what it would be like to kiss her and make love with her. I'd never had these kind of feelings before. It was a moot point anyway, as I thought it would never happen, but it made a great fantasy.
The next Friday morning, I was shopping at a grocery store in a nearby town, and I ran into Patty, the lady I had met at the barbecue. We were surprised to see each other and she invited me out to her house to go swimming the next day. My daughter was out of town that weekend so I decided to go. I was beside myself with excitement and anticipation. I went shopping that night and found a bathing suit I thought would show off my figure. My husband always said I may not have been blessed up top but God made up for it from my waist down. Years of tennis had strengthened and defined the muscles in my legs and bottom. They are the one part of me I am most proud of. That morning I took extra care and shaved my pussy along with my legs. I had been wanting to try it for so long. After shaving I just had to touch myself and oh my God, how wonderful and how sensitive I felt.
When I arrived at their house, Patty and her husband, Jason, were already in the pool. I could hear laughter and splashing from the back yard. I observed them for a few moments before they noticed me. Patty was sitting on the edge of the pool. She was so gorgeous. Tall, blond and very voluptuous in a dark pink bikini. I could see her nipples poking through the material and I caught myself imagining what it would be like to trace my fingers through the droplets forming on her shoulders and between her breasts. I watched as she stretched out her leg and pushed her husband back in the water with her foot. As she laughed, she threw her head back. The arch of her back and neck and the way her breasts stretched the material of her top made my breath catch in my throat. I wanted to trace my tongue along the outline of her suit and suck her nipples through the material. I could feel myself getting wet at just the thought.
When she saw me looking over the fence, she waved me over. "You look fantastic in that suit," she commented.
I could tell by the way her eyes were looking me over from my shoulder length, dark brown hair to my long legs that she wasn't merely being polite. I had chosen a dark denim blue two piece; the bottoms were tiny shorts and the top was like the top of a string bikini. I looked down at myself and mentally compared my breasts to hers. I'm a 34 B, and firm with prominent nipples and she had to be at least a D cup. I could tell through her suit she had nipples to die for.
"I love your bikini," I replied, "I wish I looked like that in a thong."
As I greeted my new friends and walked toward the pool, I imagined what it might feel like to have her breasts up against mine. I came closer to the pool and felt a splash of cool water hit me on my thighs. I smiled and reached down in the water and splashed back at Jason. He said, "I'm here too, hop in!" He was very strong looking. Dark hair with silver at the temples and broad shoulders. So tempting, with water glistening in the hair on his chest. As attractive as his body was, the main things I remember about him were his piercing, ice grey eyes and the way they seemed to devour me. I even thought I saw him lick his lips.
We laughed and joked in the pool, flirting with each other. Several times I felt one of them brush up against me, as if by accident. At one point, I was swimming by Jason and he caught me by the waist and lifted me out of the water. As my body slid against his I thought I felt him hardening against me. I told myself there was no way this could be happening. At first, I was apprehensive and shy but soon I was jumping on Jason's back and pushing him in the water while his wife sat on the side of the pool, watching and laughing. Once, Patty came up behind me and I felt her slick breasts on my back and her arms around me. I could feel her nipples hard against my skin. I was surprised at how turned on I felt with this couple and how easy it was to be with them and amazed at how much it seemed they wanted to be with me. I kept telling myself I was imagining things and that they were just very friendly.
As it got dark, Patty smiled at me and asked, "Can you stay awhile? Come on inside."
