Pounding in the Pool

Author's Note:

This is my entry to

the Nude Day Story Contest 2022

, and I'd appreciate you taking the time to rate this story if you like it. Thank you.

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Pounding in the Pool

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Tom shortened his stride as he climbed the last few hundred feet toward his house. He hated the hill leading from the creek path to his home. It was convenient for walking his dog, but in the early summer heat, it was more than he wanted to conquer.

The for-sale sign in his neighbors' yard caught his eye. It was not a total surprise, as May was a popular time to list homes in his area, and the neighborhood had a high turnover rate, with families only living there until they could afford something closer to the city. Still, he wondered why Larry and Lisa hadn't said anything about moving.

I hope everything is alright,

Tom thought to himself as he huffed past their house.

He'd maintained a good relationship with them after his wife died in a car wreck a few years back. They'd comforted him and ensured he ate well until he got back on his feet. He hadn't fully recovered, but he could at least look after his health now.

He and his wife had moved to the subdivision with the thought of having kids. It was a good neighborhood for that, with nice houses and large lots that could be had for cheap compared to the city. Theirs even had a pool in the backyard. At the time, Tom had thought it a waste, but he now spent most afternoons next to it after finishing work.

The downside of the area was there wasn't much to do, and you had to drive everywhere, with each trip at least thirty minutes and anything fun an hour away. This was tolerable when Tiffany was alive, but now that he was starting to get back into the dating pool, it discouraged him.

Maybe I should sell. What's the point of holding on to this house? It's way too big for me, and it'll be years before I'd invite someone else to live with me. I'm not ready to give up the memories of my time with Tiffany, though,

Tom debated with himself.

Tom called Larry to find out the reason for the sale.

"Hey, Tom. I'm guessing you saw the for-sale sign," Larry immediately said upon answering.

"Yeah. Is everything all right? I didn't know you were thinking of moving," Tom asked.

"Well, everything isn't all right, honestly. I didn't know how to tell you this, but Lisa and I are getting divorced," Larry said with a crack in his voice. "Now the kids are out of the house, we decided it was time. We've been unhappy for a while, and things aren't getting better, even with therapy."

"Well, shit," Tom responded, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah. It sucks, but I think it'll be for the best."

"I had no idea you two weren't happy. I'm sorry to hear this," Tom regained his composure, trying to not let on how upset he was. "If there's anything I can do, just let me know."

"I appreciate that, man. I'll let you know when I'm settled. I'd love to keep in touch."

Now I really need to move.

Tom thought as he hung up the phone.

Larry and Lisa were his only friends in the subdivision. If they were gone, there wasn't anything keeping him here except the memory of Tiffany. He'd need to let that go if he wanted to move on, as he couldn't imagine bringing another woman home to the house he'd shared with his wife.

*****

Less than a week later, a bold "sold" was plastered across the for-sale sign as it swung in the wind.

That was quick. I wonder how much they got for it.

Tom pondered as he walked his dog.

Another two weeks brought a pair of moving vans to the street. Tom watched as they were loaded by young men. One van was designated for Larry and the other for Lisa, with their belongings divided and sorted for the divorce.

Tom marveled at how fast everything was moving. He wasn't ready for change, but part of him was curious to meet the new family.

Hopefully, they aren't an old retired couple. We don't need more of those on this street.

"Wow, you are already moving out?" Tom asked, spotting Lisa standing on her lawn.

"Yeah. Can you believe it? The divorce isn't even final, and we're already moving on. It's like the last 25 years didn't matter," Lisa responded, trying to hold it together.

"Let me know if I can do anything," Tom said, "I'm just as much your friend as Larry's. Unless I got divvied up in the settlement?"

Lisa allowed herself to chuckle before saying, "I would've fought for you if that were the case."

She offered Tom a hug, pulling him tight against her chest, her breasts pressing into his stomach as their height difference was massive.

I wonder if Lisa is attracted to me? She's still good-looking for a woman in her forties. Maybe I should take a run at her when the ink dries on their divorce papers,

Tom thought before dismissing the idea, knowing it would lead to drama and disaster.

"Take care of yourself, hun. I'm not going to be able to feed you anymore," Lisa said, still hugging Tom. "Maybe you should find yourself someone to date? It's been long enough."

Tom knew she was right, but he didn't like hearing it. He hadn't been able to go on more than two dates with anyone because he always compared them to his wife, and no one would win that battle. He would never be able to replace Tiffany, and his only hope was to find a different kind of relationship. He'd settle down again eventually, but he wanted to do it at his pace, not when other people thought he was ready.

"In my own time. It was a big deal to start dating again. Commitment's still too much for me." Tom reminded her, knowing she'd heard it before.

Tom was sad to see Larry and Lisa go, but there was one benefit to losing his friends, there would be no one to overlook his pool until the new family moved in.

Tom's one lingering regret about his pool was he couldn't sunbathe naked. Larry and Lisa's house — especially the master bedroom — overlooked his backyard, giving them a perfect view of everything that went on. Because his lot backed up to open space and the curve of the street, they were to only ones he had to worry about.

He reasoned he had at least two weeks to get a full-body tan before he would be forced to return to being modest.

*****

Tom took full advantage of his new privacy by striving to enter summer with minimal tan lines. He started slow, taking care not to burn his more sensitive areas, but after a few weeks, he was spending an hour a day naked in the sun. He was happy with his base tan, but he began to worry that he didn't know when the new neighbors would move in.

He found he enjoyed swimming naked more than sunbathing, as it felt freeing to be in the water as God intended. He was going to miss the privacy and hoped the new couple worked office jobs and didn't have any kids. That way, he'd be able to sneak some naked romps occasionally.

He heard the moving truck when it arrived, which prevented the embarrassment of his new neighbors' first impression being him naked in his pool.

He was keen to meet who was moving in but decided to let them get settled before introducing himself. From what he could catch when he walked by with his dog, it was a couple, maybe in their mid-thirties, with a daughter.

The daughter was at the age of gangly arms and legs that she'd yet to grow into, making her eleven or twelve by Tom's reckoning. The husband was running around directing the movers and watching for mistakes. He seemed like a control freak, which was too bad, as Tom couldn't stand people like that.

On the other hand, the wife appeared relaxed as she played with her daughter in the front yard. She was stunning, with long blonde hair, toned legs, and an ample butt and bosom. She formed a perfect hourglass when she stood, with her leggings and tight shirt accentuating her curves. They were the type of leggings that hugged each cheek individually, leaving Tom with a great view of her defined ass.

It was too late when he realized he was staring. She had caught him.

As their eyes met, Tom expected a stern look on her face. Instead, he got a welcoming smile and a wave. Tom smiled back as he continued past their house, too embarrassed to stop and chat.

He couldn't get her out of his mind as he walked his dog along the creek. On his way back, the wife was still in her front yard, organizing boxes as the movers continued their work.

"Hey, do you live next door?" she asked Tom.

"I do. I'm Tom, by the way. I hope the move is going smoothly," he replied.

"I'm Sandra, my husband's Sam, and my daughter's Samantha," she said.

"Wow, that's a lot of S's," Tom Joked. "Sandra. Like, Sandra Dee?"

"Exactly, I'm surprised you knew that. She was my grandmother's favorite actress," Sandra responded.

"My mom made me watch all those old movies when I was young. You kind of look like her, you know?" Tom said, smiling as he did.

"Thank you. That's very kind. She was so pretty," Sandra answered, a blush of embarrassment on her cheeks.

"Yes, she was," Tom agreed, knowing he was indirectly calling his new neighbor pretty.

Tom felt good flirting again, even if it was with a married woman. Her marital status made it easier, as he knew it wouldn't go anywhere. He was conscious of not crossing any lines but was glad she seemed receptive. It made him believe he hadn't lost all his sex appeal.

"By the way, and I hope this isn't too forward, as you barely know me, but I have a pool. If your daughter wants to swim, you are welcome to use it anytime. Just let me know. I work from home, so it isn't an inconvenience," Tom added, unsure why he was being so friendly with Sandra.

"Thank you. We might have to take you up on that offer. My husband starts work in a few days, but Samantha and I have all summer to kill, and we don't know anyone around here."

"You are truly welcome anytime, but I have to get my dog some water before she passes out," Tom said. "It was nice to meet you."

*****

A few days later, Tom was startled to hear his doorbell ring, as he seldom got visitors so early in the day. Opening the door, he was surprised to see Sandra and her daughter standing there, wearing swimsuits.

"I hope we're not bothering you, but Samantha saw your pool and can't stop asking if she can use it. I know you said we could, but I still feel bad stopping by like this," Sandra said, looking nervous.

She was wearing a conservative two-piece. Its cut wasn't risqué, covering all the naughty bits by a wide margin, but it was still sexy.

She was sexy.

Tom tried to keep his eyes on hers, but her couldn't help but steal a few glances at her body. He took in her curves and noted that her skin was flawless if a little pale. It was the first time he'd truly been attracted to a woman since his wife had died.

"Of course, no problem. I need to get some work done, but I can show you to the pool," Tom said as he ushered them through his house to the backyard.

"Wow, this is really nice," Sandra said as Samantha jumped straight into the water, creating a huge splash. "I saw it from our bedroom, but it looks even better up close."

"It came this way, so you should compliment the former owners. Anyway, I really do need to get back to work, but make yourself at home and get some sun, it's good for you. Well, you know, except for the cancer thing," Tom joked as he headed back to his office.

A few hours later, Tom decided to take a break and headed out back to check on his visitors.

"Would you two like some food? I was about to make some lunch," Tom asked.

"Oh, that's kind of you, but we don't want to be an inconvenience," Sandra replied.

"It's no problem. I'm used to cooking for more than myself, and it's a hard habit to break."

"Oh, right, one of the neighbors mentioned your wife died a few years ago. I'm so sorry to hear that," Sandra said.

"Yeah, it's been tough, but I don't want to drag down the mood. You two seem to be having too good of a time for such a conversation," Tom diverted the subject. "Do you like tacos? I have some leftover carnitas I can heat up."

"That sounds great," Sandra said, "we haven't been able to get out and find any good restaurants yet, and I've been craving Mexican."

"I'd love to show you around. Just let me know when your husband is free."

"It might be a while. He's drowning at his new job and barely has time to sleep, much less go out with us."

"Shit. I'm sorry. I'd offer to take you two, but I don't want to cross any lines," Tom said, knowing he'd gladly take Sandra to dinner if she wanted.

"I understand. We wouldn't want any rumors to get around," Sandra responded.

"Mom, can we come back tomorrow?" Samantha asked as the two prepared to leave after finishing their tacos.

"I don't know. You should ask Tom," Sandra suggested.

"Can we come back, please?" Samantha asked, giving her best puppy dog eyes to Tom.

"Anytime you want, you just need to come with your mom or dad," Tom said with a smile.

"Say, thank you, Tom," Sandra prompted her daughter.

"Thank you, Tom."

*****

Sandra brought Samantha to swim almost every weekday for the next few months. The summer flew by, and Tom spent most of it working and ignoring his social life as he'd become accustomed. They would stay for an hour or two while he worked, and they'd sometimes eat lunch together, but usually, he would only see them when they arrived and left.

It wasn't much interaction, but it was enough to keep Tom sane. It was amazing what having a woman around did to his psyche. He grew fond of Sandra, and having her and her daughter around felt nice, even if they returned to Sam every afternoon.

One Friday afternoon, when Tom was done with his weekly workload, he decided to see if Sandra would accept his company.

"Hey Sandra, mind if I enjoy a beer out here?" Tom asked as he took a seat in the shade next to her. "Do you want one?"

He had brought two, hoping she'd accept his offer.

"Sure. Why not? It's Friday after all," Sandra replied, taking the bottle he held out to her.

"Got any plans for the weekend?" he asked, making casual conversation.

"We actually do. We're heading to my mother-in-law's for her birthday," she said with her face giving away her reluctance.

"You don't seem like you are looking forward to it."

"I don't know. She's fine, but Sam gets weird when he's around her. I always feel left out. Like I'm not really a part of their family," Sandra said.

"I get it. My wife was super close to her mom as well. I guess that is the cost of marrying a momma's boy, or girl in my case," Tom joked.

Sandra didn't respond, and the two ended up sitting and sipping our beers for the next half hour while Samantha played in the pool. Tom thought about jumping in, but he figured it was best to wait until they left.

Tom dreamed about how he would have more privacy over the weekend with them out of town. His tan lines had returned over the summer, and he figured some nude sunbathing was in store. Not that anyone saw him naked.

"I'm sorry I shut down. I just get so angry at Sam sometimes. I mean, he's a good father and works hard to provide for us, but he can be so dense about my needs. It's like he doesn't even try anymore," Sandra blurted out.

Tom didn't know how to respond, but he could sense she was upset at much more than her husband's interactions with his mother. This had been eating at her for a while, and she clearly needed someone to vent to. He was more than happy to oblige.

"That sucks. It is never good when one partner ignores the other's needs. Is there anything I can do to help?" Tom said, regretting the connotations behind his offer.

"That's very kind of you. It really is, but it's something I need to work out with my husband," Sandra said, putting me in my place. "Samantha, we should be going."

"I apologize. I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I was merely trying to be neighborly."

"I know. It's just not a topic I'm comfortable talking about," Sandra asserted as she packed their belongings to head home. "We'll see you next week."

*****

The next day Tom woke up late, and after a leisurely breakfast, decided to get some sun before it grew too hot. He ditched his swimsuit, as he knew the neighbors were gone for the weekend, and dove into the pool naked.

The cool water shocked the system, jolting him awake, doing the job his coffee had failed to do.

Tom swam a few laps, loosening up my joints, before climbing out and lounging in the sun. He air-dried in the mid-morning morning sun as he idly thought about Sandra.

His mind meandered to Sandra lying in the sun and the things she had confided in him. He wondered how she was dealing with her mother-in-law. He felt sorry for her, knowing she was a good person and deserved more support from her husband.

It wasn't his business, but he couldn't help but compare them to Larry and Lisa. If those two hadn't made it work, what hope did Sam and Sandra have?

He didn't want to keep digging in that hole, so he focused on something more appealing -- Sandra's shapely body filling out her bikini.

She never wore anything revealing by today's standards, but she always looked perfect. The fabric of her suit lay against her skin perfectly, not digging in but not visibly baggy. Her breasts filled the cups, and her ass was round and tight. Both assets jiggled when she walked, drawing Tom's attention when he could get away with it.

He realized he should spend more time with her instead of working.

He'd always noticed her beauty, but he'd never coveted her sexually until now. Knowing her marriage was shaky gave Tom the confidence to imagine a world where she was his.

As he let his thoughts linger on Sandra, his member grew. With no shorts to contain it, it stretched out towards his belly button, almost reaching it when fully erect.

Fuck. She's a married woman. Get your mind out of the gutter,

he chastised himself before diving back into the pool to cool off.

*****

Ding, dong!

The doorbell chimed, startling Tom while he dozed on the couch.

Looking through the peephole, Tom saw Sandra standing at the base of the steps, looking nervous, and wearing a skimpy swimsuit.

"Hey, I thought you were gone for the weekend?" Tom asked as he opened the door.

"Um, yeah. I had a big fight with Sam, and I decided to stay home while he took Samantha to his mom's," Sandra said, shifting from one leg to the other with her gaze focused on Tom's feet.

She was wearing a significantly more revealing suit than usual. One that was cut high at the hips, with a thin elongated triangle over the crotch that showed enough skin for Tom to see that she kept her pubic hair trimmed, if not shaved.

The top showed even more skin, with significant displays of under and side boob hanging out of it. It was pulled tight against her nipples and pressed into the soft skin of her breasts. She had been dressing conservatively around her daughter and was now free to flaunt her body.

"Come in. Sorry, I wasn't expecting you, but you are welcome to use the pool," Tom said, waving her through the door.

"Sorry, I hope I'm not intruding. I just wanted to even out my tan a bit. I hope you don't mind," Sandra said with a blush, seemingly acknowledging Tom's wandering eyes.

Tom could see the edges of her tan line as they extended far beyond the confines of her current attire.

As she walked past him, Tom checked out her ass, noticing she was wearing a thong, which disappeared entirely between her ample cheeks.

He longed to reach out and grab her. He had always fantasized about having his way with a woman. Taking what he wanted from her and treating her like trash. He knew it would cross a hundred lines and would never do such a thing without an invitation from the woman, but what woman would want that?