Author's Note:
The following is a work of fiction. It may or may not contain characters based on persons living or dead and may or not may contain actions completed by these same persons who may or may not have lived.
The world where this story takes place is an alternate reality where sexually transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies do not exist (nod to BusyBadger).
This is one of a number of short stories about the protagonist. If there is enough interest, I will continue to publish additional chapters.
A hearty thank you and high praise for the editing work and story ideas supplied by fellow author and editor JustKeepRunning. Check out his work! I quite enjoyed it.
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His body still dripping water after his shower, Chase mechanically pulled a towel across his muscular back. Years of high school sports and now swimming in college had shaped and toned his physique. He was not sculpted like a bodybuilder, but smoothly muscled, tall and lean.
He stood naked looking out his bedroom window while he continued drying his sandy brown hair. The windows in the row of townhouses behind theirs reflected jumbled images of the cars and buildings below, trees and blue sky above.
He looked to his right toward the clubhouse and pool. He couldn't really see the pool, only hear the joyful screams of children as they jumped into the refreshing water.
It was a sunny summer day. He was thinking there would be a lot of people on the deck around the pool, maybe even some of the new tenants he saw moving in recently. Too bad he didn't have the time to go check it out, he thought. He would have to leave for work soon.
Turning away from the window, some motion at the bottom of his field of vision caught his attention. As he turned back to the window and focused on the motion, he realized it was his neighbor, Carol.
The attractive, seemingly unattached woman had just moved in next door to he and his father. She was probably closer to his father's age than his, but he was infatuated with her. He never dared come on to her - why would she want to be with some kid when he saw a steady stream of men entering and leaving her townhouse all the time.
Her shoulder length black hair was naturally sun bleached, the highlights framing the unblemished oval of her face. Clear blue eyes conveyed intelligence and held one's attention almost against their own will. These eyes held secrets he wanted to learn and understand. A feminine nose separated the blue above from the white below of her movie star quality smile. Her smile melted any defenses he had against her taking whatever she wanted from him.
Her firm form spoke of her commitment to exercise and of her genetics. Soft feminine shoulders supported the slender neck holding the attractive face under her styled hair. A pair of grapefruit sized half domes sat proudly on her chest, frequently displayed in halter or bikini tops. The smooth plain of her abdomen connected the mounds of her breasts to the mound of her mons. Her trimmed but unshaven bush added to the natural swell in her bikini. A pair of firm round buttocks and curved hips gave definition to her middle, frequently attracting more attention than her upper body.
She had a certain presence about her. She carried herself with an air of confidence that commanded a respect due a military commander. He felt like he was ready to march into battle if she only commanded it.
The glow of her skin was emphasized by the bronze of her tan. She had the kind of tan that only someone with enough leisure time could get from sunbathing, like she was at that moment. Chase watched as she was applying tanning oil to her arms. The bright sun reflected off the oiled skin.
He stared at the beautiful thirty-something woman liberally rubbing coconut oil over her arms and shoulders. He imagined smelling the combination of sweat and aromatic oils on her skin. He thought about planting tiny kisses behind her ear all the way through the valley of her cleavage. As she began to spread the tasty smelling fluid around her cloth covered breasts, he became aware of his erection throbbing with need. Imaging his hands rubbing her exposed flesh, his hand found the pulsing member. As she rubbed oil around the white triangles covering her tits, he rubbed the aroused flesh jutting out from his waist.
Carol continued rubbing oil into the warm flesh, unhurriedly working down her smooth abdomen. Chase was now rubbing his flesh equally unhurriedly, his middle finger tip just touching the tip of the thumb. The ring they formed just grazing the rim of the penis head with each pass back and forth.
The teasing sensation of this motion caused his toes to curl in exquisite torture. He was aware that he wouldn't climax this way; he wanted to watch her finish before he came. He hoped that she would show more skin, but he knew that was not realistic. If she was wearing a bikini in her own backyard, she clearly wasn't planning to sunbathe nude.
She pushed down the top of her bikini, exposing a small band of lighter skin. Chase ached, desperate to see more. Feminine fingers worked tiny circles, massaging oil on the newly exposed skin and under the waistband. He uttered words of encouragement and pleading that she couldn't hear.
She continued oblivious to the young man watching from above. Satisfied that her smooth, toned stomach was adequately oiled; she switched to her feet. He groaned with disappointment; the orgasm he was postponing threatening to crest at any moment.
Drawing her feet together and bringing them close to her center, she drizzled long lines of oil along the clean lines of her bent smooth legs. He imagined what it would like to be between her knees, his hands massaging the shapely flesh of her well-formed thighs.
