Marcie And Leo Ch 141

Readers who have read both this series and its predecessor would recognize that when Marcie and I go out, I rarely drink anything except water. This was intentional mostly because I prefer to be the designated driver. Marcie allows me to be one when she sees something particularly interesting on a restaurant's beverage menu. It could be a special margarita or maybe a certain vintage of wine she had never tried. This doesn't mean I avoid alcohol. I do drink it. I just prefer to do it in a safe environment.

The safest environment is when Marcie and I are at home. There was a time long ago when we engaged in a game of poker where the loser took a shot and perhaps removed an article of clothing. (Marcie and Leo Ch. 28) There has even been other times when I would enjoy a cocktail. It was always at home just so I could relax. Even when we had the rare party at the office, I was always too careful to drink.

One of the side benefits of being married to Marcie is that she has helped me appreciate alcohol enough to not overdo it. We keep a few bottles of different liquors around. We rarely keep beer around just because Marcie isn't into it as much. We do keep some of the sparkling seltzers around for those times we need a little buzz without being carried away. It also comes in handy when Marcie's family comes over although I usually go to the local convenience store to buy a case of beer for her brothers. It helps to know your audience.

It was a moderately warm day when I was home, and Marcie walked towards where I was sitting in the back yard. I saw the tell-tale coloring of a popular sparkling seltzer can in her hand. As she edged closer to the lawn chair I was sitting in, I saw her wearing a tight half-shirt and a pair of tight jean shorts. Although it is not my normal MO, I whistled at her. She looked at me through her sunglasses an blew me a kiss. She then took the lawn chair next to me.

"You know, Leo," she started. "The owners of the house next door gave us an open invite to use the pool, especially since they are at the beach right now. Maybe we should go ahead and get into our swimsuits to use it?"

I looked at Marcie and smiled before I started to get up.

"That would be a great idea. I'm going to get changed and grab a refill before I escort you over there."

She smiled.

"I can work on your refill, Leo. What's your poison?"

"Just ice water, Love," I replied.

I handed her the blue water bottle and started towards the house before I felt the contents being poured on my back. I didn't mind it one bit, but of course my T-shirt and shorts were going to be hung up when I changed into my swimsuit. As we entered our house, I went into the bedroom and found my blue swim trunks and a tank top. I started to disrobe before watching my bride walk into the bedroom. She saw me watching her. I watched as she slowly pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing her breasts.

There are men that make the statement that seeing the same woman strip for them has lost it's shine over time. I am not one of those men. Seeing Marcie disrobe still excites me. Seeing the curves of her body or the alterations she has made through tanning or otherwise still fills me with a slight excitement. The only thing restricting me from constantly wrapping my arms around her or groping certain parts is partly respect and partly recognizing that the quicker we dressed, the faster we would be in the cool water of the pool next door.

One of the side effects when Marcie gets a little tipsy is that she becomes a huge flirt. She starts being a little silly when doing simple things such as disrobing. In all the wonderful romantic interludes I have had with her over the last few years, some of the best has been when she was tipsy. Out of respect for her, I never took her when she was totally drunk. I know that sounds a bit old fashioned to some, but it's the way I choose to be.

After I dressed for the pool, I saw that she chose a certain blue bikini for our swimming that day. She also grabbed a baseball cap we picked up from Costa Rica to wear as well. As we headed through the dining area to the kitchen, I noticed there were two water bottles ready to go. I also noticed her can of sparkling seltzer as well as what looked like a glass containing what looked like cola. I smiled when I realized that she made me rum and cola for our trip. I grabbed my water bottle and my drink before I felt a beach towel slung over my shoulder. I saw my girl with a towel over hers before she grabbed her stuff. We started walking the short distance to the pool.

We found the chairs we liked in their usual position. It took a moment to put our stuff in place before we slipped out of our flip flops. As I watched Marcie walk towards the pool, there was a bit of a bounce in her step. It didn't take a genius to determine that she was still feeling a bit flirty. I followed her to the pool before I watched her take the steps into it. I followed behind her, entranced by her of course. As we hit the water, she turned towards me, laying back on her back to float for a little bit. I just stood there watching. It was a few quiet moments before she looked at me.

"Are you okay, Leo?" she asked me.

I simply smiled. Then I swam forward slowly before my arms were around her and my lips touched hers. I could taste the remnant of some of that seltzer on her lips. I kissed a little deeper before her arms were around my neck.

"We may have to get out soon," she whispered. "We forgot to put sunscreen on."