It was a beautiful and restless night, perfect for sneaking out for a little late night swim. That was one of the perks of having an unattached nextdoor neighbor, he thought as he crossed the wide yard separating his house from hers. Often times she would either be at work or out mingling with friends, giving him the chance to occasionally "borrow" her pool.
More than once, he'd dared to go skinny dipping, and he always wondered if maybe she had pulled up to the house without him noticing, then quietly watched him from the windows. Well, he didn't just wonder it, he imagined it. Fantasized about it. The thought of being caught by her held a thrill he didn't fully understand.
Quietly he opened the gate to her backyard and closed it behind him. The sky was dark and cloudy, the air crisp and cool. He wanted to ditch his swimming trunks again tonight, but he was too nervous to do so. The other times he'd heard she was going to be out late or out of town. This time was less certain.
As he dipped into the cold water, he thought about what she might be up to. She always seemed to be busy, but he pictured her having a subdued wild side, too. There was no way such an attractive single woman didn't have a wild side. From the moment they'd met, there was something about her that suggested it to him. She was probably out flirting with some jerk who didn't deserve her.
He laid back and submerged his body in the water from the neck down. A deep sigh of relief came from both his mouth and his mind.
Being 25 and still living at home really sucked sometimes. He usually felt too embarrassed by that fact to flirt with most women. Even when some showed interest, that frustration lingered at the back of his mind. He had nowhere to take them except maybe a hotel, and that seemed a little sleazy. It didn't help that his parents weren't the most understanding, either. Part of his responsibility while staying home meant pitching in, and sometimes pitching in meant being "loaned" out to help friends of the family.
The first time he'd been asked to help their nextdoor neighbor, he complained. His parents had talked almost with a smug sense of pity about how hard it must be for her, living all alone there. He knew one of the only reasons he'd been asked to do it was because his father would get in trouble if he started spending too much time with the hot neighbor woman. It was inappropriate, but sending their 25 year old son over to do manual labor for the single 38 year old somehow was not.
Of course, when he met her, his complaints quickly faded. She was charming, he remembered as he drifted on his back through the pool, looking up at the murky sky. It had seemed like she sympathized with his situation, particularly when she'd offer him drinks and food, or just engage in friendly conversation. It may have played some role in inflating his ego. He put on a show for her sometimes, acting like the strong manly man he figured she must be looking for.
But there was no hiding some things. She knew where he lived. She knew he didn't have a steady job. He was much younger. For some reason, though, she never let that alter her behavior towards him. They had kept talking, kept getting to know each other, and while they weren't quite on a friends level, there did appear to be a kind of mutual understanding and enjoyment between them. Perhaps also a kind of excitement at what felt a little taboo... forbidden... "inappropriate."
Suddenly something hit his eye. It was water, but not from the pool. Tiny drops had begun falling from above. He loved the rain. It was relaxing, calming. That childhood longing to go out and play in the rain every time it would fall had stuck with him over the years, and he happily savored its presence now.
She seemed to like teasing him about his boyish side. Despite his best efforts, he was not the world-class flirt he wanted to be. He did tease her and flirt with her at times, but he wasn't prepared for how quick witted she was. He'd wrongly assumed at first that she was the shy loner type, after all he'd overheard his parents say. His juvenile jokes about coming over to visit, and about being her work slave, were received with anything but shyness. On the contrary, her responses usually made him blush.
If he could be honest with himself, he might recognize that their interactions were frequently accompanied by a fair dose of humiliation. It wasn't just his parents ordering him to go help, or that his alluring neighbor typically got to decide how to use him. At a certain point, he had quit doing it for his folks, and he knew he wasn't doing it out of pity or the goodness of his heart. Yet he wasn't doing it just for lustful reasons, either. He felt drawn to her and wanted to please her. It was a magnetism very hard for him to explain. It always made him feel vulnerable, exposed, teased, and used, and he went back for more. Sometimes even without word from his parents or from her.
And maybe that was why he'd been sneaking out to use her pool. It made him feel like he got more in return. Like he had more control. He was terrified to think that one day she might look him in the eyes and see all that vulnerability. But who better to see it?
The sprinkling had transitioned into showers. With it, his heart sank. He was just being a ridiculous kid, he thought. She's 38, amazing looking, and has her own place. He's just 25 and still living with mom and dad. It would be foolish to imagine surrendering everything and showing so much vulnerability to someone so different. He desperately wanted to be the man she'd go for, but that probably would never happen.
He put his head under the water and watched the ripples forming on the surface of the pool. It was oddly comforting. He loved just sitting at the bottom of the pool, feeling weightless and free. He seemed to lose all tension and became another passive body in the water, letting himself float and move with it.
Maybe he could at least get to fuck her sometime, he hoped. On more than one night, he had masturbated to a recurring fantasy of his neighbor. She's on her knees. Pulls his long, thick cock out of his pants. Makes a little sound of surprise. "My, what a huge dick you have!" Then she sucks it like a slut and takes it in her ass. It's so big she has to go slow, and makes pained noises at first.
Yeah, it's hokey, he laughed to himself. The kind of thing you'd see only from watching the cheesiest pornos. None of his actual sexual experiences had ever gone that way. They hadn't been disastrous, either, just sort of... normal. Fun, but normal. That wouldn't stop him from building himself up and bragging to his neighbor, though. He was never crude or nasty about it, and he figured she probably knew he was a bit full of it anyway.
Coming up for a breath, he was startled to hear the low rumbling sound of thunder above. He'd lost track of time and had no idea how long he'd been swimming. Then his heart skipped a beat as a flash of light appeared behind one of the windows in the house.
Ducking down close to the edge of the pool, he could see her moving about in her kitchen. She wasn't dressed like she'd gone out to impress tonight. She had on blue jeans and a t-shirt, and she was drying her golden blond hair with a towel. She must have gotten home just a moment ago, he thought.
He could hear the storm overhead getting louder, and he knew he needed to try and sneak back home. But he felt paralyzed there in the pool. Maybe it was the cold. Maybe it was her. His heart pounded faster as he moved further along the side of the pool, someplace where he might be able to get out without being seen.
A frightening crack of lightning lit up the sky and shook the windows. She came over and he almost went into panic mode. Thankfully, she didn't seem to see him. It was incredibly stupid to be in there now that there was lightning, he thought, but he couldn't help still feeling somewhat immobilized. "Get out," the voice in his head kept telling him, "Get out."
He began slowly swimming towards the side of the pool nearest his house, keeping watch on her all the while. She had turned to focus on eating the food she'd made in the kitchen.
Something hit his right shoulder, and he looked up in momentary confusion.
Shit. Hail.
There was barely a couple seconds before it started coming down harder. He could hear it clinking and clanging on the roof of the house. Glancing inside, he couldn't see her anymore. The voice in his head turned into a shout. Don't get caught, but don't get whacked in the head by ice, either, you dumbass.
He took his eyes off the house and began moving quickly to get out of the water. If he had to, maybe he could take shelter under the covered part of the deck.
About a foot away from the edge, he heard the door open. He knew what would be coming next, but it still made him jump inside.
"Get the fuck out of the water, boy!" she yelled. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Scrambling up the side of the pool, he covered his head and quickly ran to her on the deck.
He stood there, shoulders slumped and shaking. For a second, she looked him up and down, then shook her head. "You're lucky you didn't get hurt. And lucky I don't slap you right now."
The slight smirk on her face relaxed him a little, but he felt too embarrassed at being caught to give back much of a smile. "Sorry," he said. "I'm sorry I didn't ask."
She huffed an amused sound at his apology. "Where's your towel?" she asked. After a brief silence, she continued, "Did you
