It had been steadily snowing since five when my front doorbell rang at ten o'clock one Wednesday evening in February. I opened the door to find a really tall young woman in her mid thirties on my doorstep.
"Hi, I'm Joyce Early. I'm the basketball coach at Southeast University and we just had an accident with one of our vans. I'm afraid it's stuck in a snow bank."
"Come in," I said. "Come in and get out of the cold. What can I do to help?"
"Well, we haven't been able to reach a wrecker service on our cell phones-or anyone else for that matter. I was wondering if my girls could come in and keep warm until we can get someone to help?"
"Sure, no problem. Bring them right in."
"I should tell you-there's seventeen of us."
"That isn't a problem. I've got plenty of room."
She went out to the vans to notify everyone and a couple of minutes later, seventeen women traipsed into my family room. Two were the coaches, Joyce and her assistant, who'd been driving the vans. Two others were equipment managers/trainers and the rest were players.
They tried for almost an hour to get someone to come and tow the stuck van, but were unsuccessful. While they were attempting to get help, I made a big kettle of hot chocolate and got out some cheese and crackers. But the girls told me they had already eaten. Joyce finally reached the AAA wrecker service and was informed that help wouldn't be available until the following morning.
"You're more than welcome to stay here," I offered. "I only have two bedrooms, but the carpet in the living room is really plush. With the swimming pool showers, I have four bathrooms including the master bath, so it would work, I think."
The house had four bedrooms, but I used one as a computer room and the other was crammed with stuff that belonged to my kids. I had the indoor pool attached to the family room when my wife was still alive.
"What do you think girls? Do you think you could sleep on the rug in the living room?" Joyce asked.
"Not a problem, Coach," someone yelled.
"Can we use the pool?" another girl questioned.
"You're more than welcome," I said, then added with a laugh, "Suits are optional."
The next thing I knew, I had a half dozen college-age girls splashing around my pool in their sports bras and panties. I could tell both coaches and one of the managers wanted to get in the water too. I guessed they weren't wearing heavy sports underwear, so they were reluctant to do so.
"Almost everyone who uses this pool swims in the nude," I told Joyce. "In fact, I don't even know if I could find my swimming suit. If you would like to use the pool with the other girls, I'll leave."
Joyce looked at me for a long moment and finally said, "What the hell, it's only us guys, right?" Then looking right into my eyes, she said, "I'll go in . . . in the buff . . . if you will too."
"I don't have any problem with it," I said, getting up and taking my shirt off.
Joyce slowly stood and unzipped the top of the sweat suit outfit she had on. When the zipper reached the end of the track, the sides of her jacket parted, revealing a see-through black bra that clearly showed her dark protruding nipples. Her tits, while on the smallish side, were nevertheless very delectable looking.
"How about you Lisa? Are you going to join us?" Joyce asked her assistant as she slipped the jacket off her arms and set it on the chair next to where I'd thrown my shirt.
Lisa was maybe a couple of years younger than Joyce. She wasn't as tall either, but my guess was that she weighed a few pounds more.
"God yes! I love it, but if you ever tell Todd about this I'll kill you," she said laughing while she pulled her sweatshirt off over her head.
"Lisa's husband is just a wee bit possessive," Joyce giggled while she pushed her pants and panties down past her knees. Still bent over, she removed her sneakers and socks and put everything on the chair as she stood.
Joyce was a beautiful specimen of what the all-American woman athlete should look like. She had a long lean frame that was visibly muscular, but decisively feminine, with a thin waist that tapered into slightly wider hips and an ass that any woman would die for.
While my eyes traveled back and forth between the two coaches, I removed my slippers and pants
After Lisa ripped off her sweatshirt, she unhooked her bra and released a world-class treasure. Her large breasts appeared both firm and soft at the same time and were capped with pink nipples, obviously designed to nurse babies, but worked extremely well at driving dirty old men crazy. Sitting on the chair, Lisa removed her shoes and socks and wiggled out of her sweatpants. When she stood, my eyes were riveted to the crotch of her white cotton bikini panties. I tried as hard as I could, but I just could not help staring.
"Two things I'm going to do before I go nude swimming again," Lisa laughed and blushed when she noticed where my eyes were focused. "First, I'm going to shave off this muff-or at least trim it back. And second, I'm going on a diet."
Thick black curly pubic hair was escaping from the leg holes and across the top of her panties.
"Todd thinks pubic hair is really sexy," Lisa explained, her blush deepening. "I haven't been near a razor in the five years we've been married."
"In my opinion, you're married to a pretty smart guy," I laughed as the three of us sat on the edge of the pool before sliding into the water.
I was unaware of the hush that had invaded the pool area while the three of us were undressing. The sudden outburst of noise from the other fifteen ladies present brought me back to the here and now. I leaned into a corner at the shallow end and watched, mystified as three young women on the pool deck laughed and gleefully removed their clothes.
Another part of the action was taking place in the water. Four of the girls who'd been swimming in their under garments were now nude and playfully tugging at the panties and bras of the other two. Within a few minutes, there were twelve of us naked in the water.