Jennifer meets the sports team next door
I first came across Literotica in 2011 and edisonCaroline's story, Rebecca Becomes a Party Girl, was the first story I read. I've since read all of eC's other stories and 'Rebecca Meets the Frat Neighbours' has become my favourite short, sharp bit of fun type story.
This story takes a similar premise but ended up a bit differently and it has been Australian-ised.
For my readers who are waiting for the next instalment of 'Indecent Proposal' I can assure you I am working on it. Finishing stories is a bit of a thing for me. I literally have a dozen stories I have started but not been able to finish.
I am trying to do better.
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Jennifer woke up early with the sun streaming through the window of her Cremorne Point apartment. As was usual for a Saturday she was going for a swim and after a quick shower she headed out with a white tank top and mid-thigh length denim skirt over her Wicked Weasel G-string bikini. On her way out, she caught her reflection in the full-length hallway mirror. Dark blonde hair cut in a fashionable bob just above her shoulders, green eyes, 5'10" with very large but still perky breasts and a taut butt, she thought she looked pretty good for 40.
"Then why did my husband have to leave me for a younger model?" she brooded to herself as she walked down the stairs and headed along the foreshore path that led to the pool. "We had a great sex life, hell we had a great life. And it was an open marriage, he didn't need to divorce me to get a taste of some other pussy."
Deep in her thoughts, Jennifer almost collided with a tall, young looking man who had just walked out of the house three doors down from her apartment block.
"Oh damn, I'm sorry," said Jennifer. "Not looking where I'm going as usual."
"No harm done," said the young man. "Are you OK?"
"Yes, thank you." Jennifer said as she looked at him properly for the first time. Several inches taller than Jennifer the dark haired, green-eyed man looked like he was in his late-20s and was very, very good looking. He was also somewhat familiar, but Jennifer could not place where she knew him from. Dressed in a pair of running shorts and a singlet, Jennifer could see that he was very well-muscled but not like a body builder, more like a rower or a footballer she thought.
"My name's James," he said as he put his hand out. "I live in this place and I've seen you around a fair bit, so I suspect we must be neighbours."
"I'm Jennifer and I've seen you too, so I think we must be," said Jennifer as she shook his hand. "I've seen a few of you coming and going, often wearing the same sort of shirt. Are you all in some sort of sports team?"
"Yes, we are," said James. "We're all at Sydney University and some of us are trying out for the Olympic sailing team. This house is owned by the parents of my crewman Andrew but they're in London most of the time, so we get the run of it."
"Wow, that's impressive." Jennifer said. "I'm an occasional sailor but I can't even imagine how you'd get to be on the Olympic team."
"A lot of hard work, Jennifer" James said. "So where are you off to on this beautiful Saturday morning?"
"Just heading down to the pool to do some laps," Jennifer said. "What about you?"
"I'm off for a jog," James said. "I'm meeting my running group, so I had better go but maybe you'd like to drop in for brunch later this morning? You'll be able to meet some of the other guys as well."
"That sounds nice," said Jennifer. "I may well take you up on the offer."
"I hope you do," said James as he started to jog off slowly.
Jennifer kept walking but the encounter with James had lifted her spirits. Even though he had been very polite and did his best to look her in the eye, she noticed that his eyes had flicked down to her cleavage more than a few times during the conversation. "Some guys at least find me attractive," thought Jennifer as she headed towards the pool.
The pool was deserted except for Neville, a guy well into his 60s who swam at the pool most mornings. That suited Jennifer perfectly, after a quick hello to Neville, she stripped off her top and skirt, put her hair up and dived into the pool. As she swam up and down, up and down, following the black line on the bottom of the pool she felt all the tension in her ebb away. Her ex-husband, the divorce, her married boss who was trying to get into her pants, the issues her best friend Rebecca was having with her marriage; all ebbed away as she focused on that black line at the bottom of the pool.
After the first two kilometres, people started to arrive and after four kilometres the pool was starting to fill up with people splashing around to try escape the heat of a Sydney summer and Jennifer gave up. She would have liked to knock off one more kay to make it an even five, but it just wasn't going to happen. She grimaced ruefully Neville who had given up doing laps as well.
"Guess we'll have to get here even earlier next Saturday," he said.
"We will," said Jennifer as she stretched out on her towel to dry off before she put on her clothes to head home. She tried to read a book but had trouble keeping her mind on it, her thoughts kept turning back to James. "He was very nice, very good looking and from the hard on in his running shorts was obviously very interested," Jennifer thought to herself. "Tom didn't like me fucking younger guys when we went to swingers' parties, but a fling with James could be just what I need."
By the time the sun had dried off her bikini, Jennifer was resolved; she would drop in to see James and if he made a move on her, she would give him exactly what he wanted. She put on her skirt but as the day was warming up, she stowed her tank top in the bag with her towel and headed out of the pool area.
Ignoring the looks some of the women gave her as she left the pool area - it wasn't her fault their husbands and boyfriends were ogling her - Jennifer headed back the way she came and 15 minutes later she stood at the front door of the house a few doors up from her apartment. For one moment her courage failed her. "What if I'm wrong about him, what if he's not really that attracted to me?" she questioned herself. She was just about to turn around and walk away when the door opened, and James was standing there just wearing a pair of running shorts.
"Jennifer, it is you," James said. "I thought I saw you come up the side passage from the path. Come on in. Would you like a cold drink?"
"Well, too late to bale out now," Jennifer said to herself, as she followed James into the house. "Yes, I'd love a cold drink," she said. "What have you got on offer?"
"Many things," said James. "Many things. But as far as cold drinks are concerned I have lemonade, kombucha, water and every sports drink under the sun."
Jennifer flushed at the "Many things. Many things." Maybe she hadn't misread him after all. "A kombucha would be great," she said as she looked around the lounge room of the house. It sounded like there were other people in the house, but she couldn't see any of them. The lounge room was spacious, light and bright and decorated with a nautical theme.
Jennifer sat down on the sofa as James came over with a bottle of kombucha and two tall glasses. "Thank you," Jennifer said. "Did you have a good run?"
"I did, thank you," said James. "I don't push it too hard as I have to balance the need for some level of aerobic fitness versus the possibility of damaging something; but I do enjoy running."
"So besides hard work, how do you get try out for the Olympic team, James?" Jennifer said.
"The short version is that I started sailing a Sabot class dinghy when I was seven years old," James said. "Within a couple of years, I was winning club championships for my age group, then state and national championships. I outgrew Sabots and moved up to a Moth in my early teens but after a couple of years I decided I preferred to sail with a crew and I got a Cherub. When I won the national championship three years in a row and came second twice in the world championships, going for Olympic selection just seemed to be the next step."
