The twin apartment towers faced each other across an almost resort sized swimming pool nestled in its own garden and surrounded by a huge patio that only lacked a poolside bar to make you think that you were in the tropics instead of here, at home in Victoria.
Maeve, a tall redheaded woman with freckles on her upturned nose and spattered across the tops of her large soft breasts, uses her key to open the privacy gate and saunters into the pool compound as if she owned it carrying only her book and a towel. Her thick red hair and freckles screams Irish as the fifty something woman lets her robe fall open and off her shoulders as she walks. Looking straight ahead and ignoring the gathering of young people cavorting in the shallow end of the pool as she goes to her favorite spot nearer the deep end. The woman catches the robe before it hits the ground and continues on showing off her still young looking and tight body wearing the smallest of thong bikinis. It is three small green triangles of thin silky cloth connected by strings that pretend to cover her front while leaving her jiggling ass bare. Maeve's ass isn't the only thing that jiggles as she walks toward her favorite lounger either. Her heavy and still pert breasts sway high on her chest with each step; threatening at every movement to burst free from the tiny postage stamp sized bits of cloth that barely cover her breasts.
There is a sudden silence as Maeve walks past the children, as she thinks of them, until a young girls voice is heard saying just a little too loudly, "Oh my gawd, will you look at that old broad. She's actually wearing a thong."
Maeve pauses and is close to turning around to say something just as unfeeling to the brat when another young girl slaps some water at the first and hisses loud enough for her to hear, "Just hope you look that good when you're even half her age Courtney, you dumb bitch!"
"Ah, peer pressure can work for the better sometimes," Maeve sighs happily as she reaches her lounger and makes sure to bend at the waist to show off her tight old woman's ass and her barely covered older and well used pussy as she spreads her towel to sit down and enjoy her book in the sun. There is a heartfelt wolf whistle and then laughter as the children resume their playing in the pool. The sound of a pair of bare heels pounding on the patio and the slamming of the gate makes her smile as she wishes that the mouthy girl that is leaving is a guest and the boy who whistled lives here.
"Wolf whistles are always nice," she thinks as she opens her book to read. "Wait until they see how see through this bikini is when it's wet. I'll know who the whistler is then."
"Fuck me, who is that red haired goddess!" Joel wonders as he leans on his third floor balcony rail looking down at the pool during a break from unpacking. His plan was to open a few more boxes then go out for a bite to eat but now all he wants to do is find a swim suit and a towel to go down and, "Er, check the pool out."
The woman enthralls him. He had seen her walk through the gate and strut onto the patio, dropping her robe like a model in a Paris fashion show as she went. She looks like she is nude from his angle. Her long waist length red hair covers the strings that hold on her bikini top and he can see her beautiful and very naked ass. He thinks he can see the side of a breast as she walks past some young people in the pool. "She must be nude!" he thinks as he sees every person there stop and stare at her as she walks by. The goddess pauses for a moment then moves on to a lounger and bends over at the waist showing off her ass to the teens in the pool then lies down on her back with her tits falling to the sides as only large real ones can, stretching a green string that holds impossibly small triangles of cloth pretending to cover her tits. "Not nude, but close enough," Joel thinks as he hurries to his bedroom to look for a swimsuit.
There are boxes everywhere but none labeled swimsuits; they all just say 'bedroom'. Four boxes later he finds something to wear to the pool. A white string thong that can barely cover his cock and balls that he had worn on the beach at Costa del Sol in Spain. Not the thing to wear in Canada, especially when it is wet, then it becomes totally see through. "Fuck it," he says as he strips down to put the skimpy piece of nothing on, "I just won't go in the pool and I'll wear some shorts to get there."
"Damn good thing I still shave down there," he mumbles as he struggles to adjust his thickening cock in the miniscule piece of cloth. Even dry there is nothing left to the imagination as the string that pretends to be a waist band comes to just above the root of his cock and the gossamer thin nylon of the pouch can't hide his dark cock head or the silver rings that pierce his cock and balls.
Grabbing a still damp towel from the bathroom and his keys Joel goes to leave.
"Hang on, maybe she's thirsty," he says as he stops at the door. Long minutes later he is out the door with a cooler filled with ice, a bottle of water and a six pack of beer cans. "Shit...My keys!" he wails as the door slams shut and locks. "My shorts and my towel too! Shit, fuck, piss!" he curses as he realizes that he is locked out of his apartment holding a cooler of beer wearing a string thong and nothing else.
Joel's first plan was to saunter onto the pool patio with his cooler and towel in hand, wearing a pair of shorts so he could get to the pool without being arrested, and take a lounger near the red haired goddess hoping to strike up a conversation after he stripped to his thong. "Never even picked up the shorts, did I," he grouses as he stands all but naked in the hallway.
Plan 'B' dies instantly when he remembers being told by Frank the super when he was given his keys this morning to not lose them as he would be gone until late the next day.
Realizing that the only place he can possibly be is the pool Joel sneaks down the back stairs as he forms plan 'C' in his mind. Joel is still fixated on meeting the red headed woman. She's not a goddess anymore in his panicking mind but a savior. He will meet her and plead with her to help him, hoping to convince her that he just needs to sleep on her couch for the night. Not in her bed as he had originally planned.
"Now, to just get in the locked gate," he thinks. "I'll hide in the bushes until somebody comes out." That plan worked when a couple left the pool with the wife complaining about noisy kids and that naked red headed hussy at the deep end.
"But dear all the bits that the law says need to be covered are covered. I saw all three of the green triangles covering her," the man answers as Joel passes them in his near nakedness to quickly grab the gate before it closes.
"I suppose you saw all one of his white triangles as well," the woman huffs as the gate shuts behind them.
"How did you know he was wearing white dear?" is the last thing Joel hears as he strolls down the pool side.
The teens in the shallow end go quiet one more time as yet another near naked older person walks by. Joel is almost at a lounger near his goddess when a young girl puts two fingers in her mouth and gives him a very loud wolf whistle.
Maeve looks up from her book when she hears the whistle to see a man with long salt and pepper hair and a thick beard to match walking her way, "Good grief, I've been out thonged by a man," she thinks as she watches his cock and balls move from thigh to thigh with each step, barely held in by the gossamer thin fabric of his thong.
"Interesting!"
She sees his bulge swell noticeably as he gets nearer to her. The man is tall with wide shoulders and a barrel chest over a still somewhat flat stomach. His muscular arms are heavily tattooed, the left is a complete sleeve, and his nipples are pierced by thick silver rings. "Do I see some silver in that tight pouch as well?" Maeve wonders, "MMM."
"Fuck, I'm getting a woody...no a fucking hard on just looking at this woman," Joel laments. "Oh well, here we go. I'm committed now and if I can't talk her into a place to stay I am more than just a little fucked. Do I see her licking her lips? Smile you fool."
"Hello, I thought you might need a cold drink of water so I brought my cooler with me," Joel says lamely, holding it in front of his straining and very thick cock. Maeve looks at the blue eyed man over her sunglasses and motions with her hand for Joel to move the cooler to his side.
"God," he thinks, "Fuck begging for the couch tonight, I'm going to get laid." He moves the cooler aside, "Water or beer; it's all I brought."
