I still remember the vision as I replay it in my memory. The summer sun had sent the blistering heat down to the pavement, turning the cement around the large swimming pool into an inferno for those brave enough to walk around with bare feet. As usual for a mid-July day, the pool area was covered with people. Small children were crowded in the pool itself and offered sounds of shouting, laughter and splashing water. Adults were crowded around the pool in various poses. A few sat on the edge of the pool with their feet dangling in the water. These were the ones trying to keep an eye on their kids while chatting idly with the person sitting next to them. Most of the remaining adults were sunbathing, either stretched out in their lounge chairs or sitting up in straight back chairs.
I surveyed the scene from my lounge chair, perspiration pouring off of me. I took a long swig on my beer before focusing my gaze on my sister-in-law Helen. She was sitting on the edge of the pool about 20 feet in front of me, watching her young daughter in the water. She had on large, dark sunglasses and a black bathing suit that showed off her tanned, golden skin.
I studied her in detail, marveling at the site of the fantastic body on this 42-year-old woman. Helen is short in stature with short blonde hair. She is very pretty with big, beautiful round eyes that always seem to transmit a radiant glow. Helen has a rather unique body. Despite being very short in stature, she has an ass that is very large and round. Because of her height, the size of her bottom really stands out when you look at her. To go with her great ass, Helen also has thick, well-rounded thighs. Her beautiful lower body really gets your attention when you look at her. She looks absolutely mesmerizing in a pair of shorts. In fact, her body would be the envy of most 40-plus women.
Helen had been the object of my lustful fantasies for a long time. I often fantasized about having those great thighs wrapped around my head or fucking that great ass. It bothered me at first that she was my sister-in-law but those thoughts soon faded. My physical attraction to her was too natural and too real and I couldn't deny it.
My attraction to Helen was also enhanced because of her great personality. She is extremely nice, a very friendly and personable person. She is a talker, very gregarious, and she always seems to be in a good mood. She is the type of person that you always enjoy talking to because she is always smiling and laughing. No matter how down you are or how bad you might feel at the time, you always seem to be in a better mood after talking to Helen. I always liked Helen because of this and because she was always kind and friendly toward me.
When our two families initially started talking about taking a beach vacation together, I was hesitant. I'm not normally a beach person and would ordinarily not have been excited about the plans. But I must admit that the thought of possibly seeing Helen in a swimsuit was enough to get me very excited about going.
The vacation came at a perfect time for me. I was at a very down point in my life and I desperately needed to get away. As is the case with many people who have been married for a long time, I was lonely and desperately needed to connect with another human being. The stress of everyday life was getting to me and I was rapidly going down hill. I had no one to talk to, no one with whom I could share my hopes, fears and dreams. I needed a friend, a lover, a soulmate.
It had never occurred to me before because of she was family, but Helen kept entering my mind more and more as the person that I believed could meet my needs. There were several reasons. I liked her and had always felt that we had a lot in common. Our spouses were brother and sister and we always enjoyed sharing the marriage war stories. In a way, we just seemed to be kindred spirits.
Of course, my motivation in reaching out to Helen was not to just find a friend. I readily admit that seducing her would be the realization of my greatest dream. I was extremely attracted to her. I readily admit that. But that attraction came not just from the physical alone. There is no way I could have had these same feelings for a stranger or for someone who I didn't know very well. That is why I was drawn to Helen. I liked her and I believed we could develop a connection on a real, human level as well as a physical level. And that is what I was really looking for more than anything.
We had reserved two condominiums at the beach and we all went straight to our rooms when we arrived at about 2 p.m. on a Sunday. But everyone was excited and we all soon headed down to the beach. Naturally, my mind was on what Helen would be wearing. She came out in a two-piece suit with bottoms that were cut high on the hip. It was a pretty impressive site.
I spent the next few days trying to find excuses to be around Helen as much as possible. I flirted with her constantly, sometimes rather obviously, especially when a little alcohol gave me more courage. What surprised me, however, was that Helen was flirting back. Or was this just my overactive imagination? It started with some subtle comments she would make and then evolved into looks that I can only describe as "leering". They were quick glances at first but slowly evolved into long, glaring stares. These looks were obvious in their intent. She was trying to send me a message. It was not until Helen started giving me those looks that I really began to believe that this woman would be open to any suggestion or idea I might have concerning the two of us.
I made up my mind once and for all that I had to say something to her and I had to do it before we left Florida. With one day remaining before we left for home, I knew that my last chance would be a cookout and party that we were all planning that night. The problem would be getting her alone long enough to tell her what I now felt was a necessity.
That night, everyone was in a good mood. The food was good and the drinks flowed freely. Naturally, the flirting with Helen had continued and her looks continued. Just at the point when I began to get frustrated at not being able to get her alone, I saw my opportunity. With everyone outside, Helen went inside to the kitchen to fix herself a drink. I followed immediately without hesitation. I was lucky in that the kitchen was around a corner in the room, meaning that we were out of sight from the others. I knew I would have to act quickly.
When I got to the kitchen, Helen was filling her glass with ice from the ice chest. She heard me and turned around. I didn't give her time to say anything. Talking fast but almost whispering, I said "Helen, I want you to listen to me. Don't say anything. In a few minutes, I want you to make an excuse to go back up to your room. A few minutes after you get there, I will knock on the door. I want you to let me in. Then I want you to stand in front of me and take off your pants. I want you to show me your pussy. I want to see it. I have to see it and the time is now. And I know you want to show it to me." Her face was flushed while I was talking but she didn't say a word. Without saying anything else, I turned and walked away.
Walking back to the party, I was both excited and nervous. What would be her reaction? I realized that I had taken a big gamble. Flirting is one thing but I had forced the issue. I had escalated it to a higher level. Did I do the right thing? After all, it was so exciting flirting with this woman. Had I ruined even that? As nervous as I was, however, I was still hopeful. Deep down I believed I had made the right move. Every instinct in my body had told me that she would be receptive to this. I could even feel the heat between us when I was talking to her. But I knew fully well that men's instincts towards women were wrong most of the time. But I would soon have my answer and knowing this gave me a sense of relief.
I was back at the party, mingling around but unable to concentrate. I kept looking out for Helen's return, thinking that she would arrive shortly after me. But the minutes dragged on and she did not appear. What was up? More minutes went by and still no Helen. Had she been so upset that she went back to her room, too ashamed to face me or anyone else. Suddenly, while I was thinking these thoughts, she walked through the door. I was all the way across the room but her face still appeared flushed. Was this my imagination?
We avoided eye contact as she walked around the room, mingling with the crowd. She didn't seem upset. No dirty looks toward me. So maybe this was a good sign.
Helen had been in the room about 10 minutes and my hopes were slowly starting to fade. If she was going to follow through on my instructions, would she have not already done so? Just as I was thinking this, she walked across the room to her husband who was talking to a group of people. She grabbed his arm, pulled him down and started talking into his ear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nodding, once, twice, three times. What was up? Had she told him what I said?
