The show Adam, my stepson, gave me in the kitchen earlier in the day, whether it was intentional or not, left me reeling with a combination of thrill and guilt. I felt shame for even looking at what he had exposed, and excitement at thinking he wanted me to see what he had under his robe.
Adam left the house after his shower and I spent the remainder of the day trying to keep my mind occupied, but my thoughts kept returning to that morning in the kitchen.
My husband, Nick, and I attended a party that evening in which I drank a little too much and he spent his time talking to the men. When the party ended, Nick drove me back to the house and left again to go to a sports bar with some of the guys from the party. I assumed I was home alone, as Adam had left earlier in the day with his friends and Craig, my younger stepson, was away at a baseball camp for a week.
I made my way through the house and entered the bedroom, not thinking about the open window shades. After dark, with the interior bedroom lights on, someone outside could clearly see into the bedroom while being invisible to the person inside. The bedroom windows lined the side of the exterior wall, and went from the floor to the ceiling. In the earlier years of our marriage this had been used to Nick's and my advantage. When he and I were in a playful mood, we'd provide our neighbors, an older gentleman and his wife, a full view of our sexual escapades.
I took off my shoes and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I turned to the mirror, unsnapping the front closures of my bra and opened it, giving my girls some freedom. As I pulled the bra off I turned toward the windows, seeing my reflection in the glass. Instead of worrying about someone seeing me or the neighbor getting a free strip show, I stood there, thinking about Adam. I cupped my breasts and gently rubbed the underside, pushing them upward. I slid my thumbs inside the straps of my thong and slid them down my thighs to the floor.
When I stood and looked at my reflection again, I wondered what Adam would think of my body. I was in good shape, hell, I'd say great shape, for a 35 year old woman. I still retained my firmness in my breasts and ass. I tanned a few times a week at the local tanning booth, jogged a few days a week, and tried to watch what I ate. The entire time I was thinking, my fingers were gliding around my nipples, which were now stiff.
I decided to go for a swim since I had the pool to myself, and put on a white bikini. The patio and pool area were only lit by the light shining through the sliding glass doors from the kitchen. I walked out onto the deck and started down the steps into the pool. The water was still chilly since it was the beginning of summer but felt so relaxing. Since I was alone and assumed no one would be home for a few hours I decided to treat myself to a skinny dippy session.
I loosened my top and placed it on the edge of the pool deck. My breasts felt good unrestricted in the water. I peeled off the bottom and placed it next to the top on the deck. I swam backwards to the deeper part of the pool.
"Whatcha doin'?" I turned quickly to the voice to see who was in the pool with me. I was scared more than anything as I was bare to the world and totally defenseless. Then at the edge, hidden amongst a pool ball and a floating air mattress I could make out a head sticking out of the water.
"It's just me! Don't panic!" I realized who it was.
"Damn you, Adam! You scared the shit out of me!" My fear had turned into relief to know I was safe.
Adam laughed. "I can't believe you didn't know I wasn't out here. Could you not see me?".
"No! Its dark out here, goofy!" Then I remembered that I had nothing on, which also meant Adam must have seen me take my bikini off. I swam toward the edge of the pool where my bikini laid.
"Don't put it on for my account. It doesn't bother me."
"Well, I need to put it on. I can't be out here naked with you." Once I reached the edge of the pool I placed my hand up on the deck, but hesitated at grabbing my bikini.
"I can't see anything. Besides, I don't mind." My throat suddenly felt like it was going to jump out of my mouth. Here we were, only feet away from each other, with me totally nude.
I looked around on the deck, hoping Nick had not come home early and to see us in the pool. Looking around at the back of the house I remembered when in the pool you could see into my bedroom. I had been there earlier, undressing with the lights on and the shades open. This meant, as I was suddenly realizing, that Adam, who was in the pool, must have seen me undress and fondle myself.
