It was a Wednesday and I was on my usual second shift at work. It was a rather uneventful one, at that, right up until the moment that my phone blew up. It turned out to be my brother, Mike, calling from the hospital.
Mike lives in Florida; I'm up in Michigan. Still, when he asked me to come down and watch his place and his Chihuahua, Spot, I said yes right away.
I rushed home, booked the first flight out and packed my duffle bag. I got a quick bite to eat, grabbed a shower and headed off to the airport.
I arrived at the hospital around 4:30 am. It certainly wasn't visiting hours but under the circumstances they allowed me in for a minute to grab his keys. I told him I would make sure Spot had food and water, and got outside to do his business. Then I'd grab a nap and come back to the hospital later. He told me to hold off, get some more sleep, and come back the day after, because he'd already been told he would be in surgery later that day. All that having been sorted, I took an Uber over to his condo.
Florida being Florida it was hotter than shit. I grabbed my brother's mail, took care of Spot and then took up my temporary residence.
I probably got about eight hours of sleep and awoke hungry. I ordered a pizza and it actually was delivered pretty quickly. Thank goodness that Mike's fridge was stocked with beer, as that's a necessity with pizza for me.
One thing that looked very inviting at my brother's condo complex was a swimming pool almost right outside his door. I was sitting out back with Spot staring at the pool while drinking a beer and wondering why nobody was in it. A neighbor, dressed in black cargo shorts appeared. He introduced himself as Paul then inquired who I was. I explained the situation with my brother and we struck up a conversation.
I guess that Paul was a little over sixty; I was fifty-eight, so I considered myself a decent judge. He was in great shape, though. He had a golden tan, a salt and pepper goatee, toned muscles and an impressive chest. He seemed like he could've been a model in his time? Truth be told I tend to get jealous of guys around my age looking great as I have a slender build - kind of twink- like - and it's been that way my whole adult life. I offered him a beer and brought up the question of why nobody was in the pool. Paul explained that it was an older community and if anyone went in, it was usually in the morning to beat the heat - and of course to avoid the ever - possible thunderstorms. He added that I was more than welcome to use it. With that he thanked me for the beer, excused himself and retreated to his condo.
Well the thought of swimming was very attractive, but then I remembered I hadn't packed a damned swimsuit!
My brain went into gear thinking; just wait until the sun starts to set, and just chill and swim in your underwear. I generally wore micro bikinis, further thought, which actually resemble swimwear, so I didn't think it would be such a big deal. Since I wasn't a resident, though, I did think it would be polite to wait for it to get a little darker outside, when it'd be harder to tell the difference between underwear and swimwear.
So I showered, donned a fresh neon yellow micro bikini and tossed on a matching neon yellow tee, grabbed a couple beers and headed to the poolside. I sat the beers down on a table, threw my tee over a chaise lounge and dove in. The pool floor and walls were painted a beautiful bright aqua blue with the pool lights just bright enough against the dimming sunlight, my neon yellow bikini really stood out.
I went In and out of the water for a while, then needed to get some more beer from the condo so I let Spot out. On my return to the pool Paul was there asking if I was enjoying my swim.
"Of course!" I replied.
Although I am not shy, standing there with Paul in his cargo shorts and me wearing only micro bikini underwear was surreal. I wasn't uncomfortable; in fact, it felt liberating. I was running around outdoors in underwear and in Florida no less! I didn't care, and apparently Paul didn't either - or at least he didn't say anything about that. Paul did say however, that he just wanted to make sure all was good; he pointed out that there was no lifeguard on duty, I was swimming all alone and that I seemed to be enjoying my beers
Paul implied he would back later; while walking past me to make his retreat, he stopped briefly to lightly and slowly caress my lower back with his left hand and my stomach just below my belly button with his right. "Enjoy Chris, he said. "See you in a bit".
It was a strange gesture and maybe the beer talking, but it felt genuine. It also apparently struck a nerve as I was starting to get an erection.
Later, as promised, Paul showed up poolside and invited me over to his place to smoke a joint. I told him I would, but that I was all wet and needed to change.
"Of course", he stated "but please Chris just put on a fresh pair of undies and that's it, I love your look". I am sure Paul noticed I was again getting an erection, one cannot hide that in any style of underwear.
