A brief recap...
The early afternoon sun was warming me, basking and basting my body as I lay by the pool, waiting for Cynthia. My cock was semi-hard within my suit, despite the fact that it had very recently been expertly abused by the very girl I was waiting for.
Even though I'd just met Cynthia at a party the night before, for some strange and wonderful reason we clicked in every sense of the word. But especially sexually...
Cynthia was a new Professor of English at the university that I taught at, but this weekend she was proving herself to be the very opposite of the stereotypical professor. At thirty-four (she'd confessed), she was an absolute knockout. Long thick, luxurious hair that cascaded over her shoulders, dark eyes that radiated sex, and a pair of the longest legs I'd ever seen. Her firm, upturned breasts accented a tight, lovely body that was made for the kinds of sex we were both discovering suited us both to a "T".
Cynthia was showing me her "other" side. The side that she never allowed to show while in school. The side that was pure, sex loving slut! I found myself falling madly for this combination of brains and body. Of studious professor and wanton slut. I felt myself getting hard again as I lay in the sun, waiting for her to come down from upstairs and join me at the pool....
The sound of the sliding glass door made me open my eyes. I turned my head towards the sound and stifled a low moan. The suit Cynthia was wearing was straight out of a fantasy. She walked towards me slowly, bearing a tray holding the pitcher of ice cold gin and tonics I'd made, a bucket of ice, and two glasses.
As I watched, she approached my chair and bent to set the tray on the table beside me. My cock was growing more steadily now, and she glanced at it approvingly, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. She grinned as my eyes danced over her.
The suit she wore was white. The top did very little to hide her wonderful breasts, especially since she'd neglected to tie the strings in the back. It hung loosely around her neck,. little more than two tiny triangles covering her hard nipples. The tops and sides of her tits were completely exposed. And the bottom of her bikini was a single triangle of cloth that barely covered her pubic mound.
"Nice suit..." I sighed, my cock beginning to throb all over again.
"You too..." she grinned, her eyes cast downwards. I knew my hard on was plainly visible, pushing out against the loose blue spandex of my suit. I grinned and winked at her. "I didn't want to tie the top...because my tits are still covered with your cum..." She leaned over and turned from side to side, showing me her shining breasts. "But I wasn't sure how exposed you were out here..." She stood up and looked around, seeming pleased at the seven foot high hedge that surround the pool area.
"So...is the water warm...?" Cynthia asked. She turned towards the pool, and for the first time I saw the back of her suit. Or, I should say, the lack of her suit. The string that held her suit together was a thin white strand that traveled between her cheeks, exposing her entire backside. I found myself sighing again.
"You don't wear that on the beach, do you...?" I asked with a catch in my voice. Cynthia turned to me with a huge grin.
"Only if I'm there with a special person..." she laughed. I watched with heated lust as her hands moved up to caress her breasts, pushing them together. "Swim with me..." she asked / commanded, then dove into the water as I moved to get up from my chair.
She surfaced just as I reached the edge of the pool. As I looked down at her I felt my heart begin to beat harder. After getting wet, her suit became almost transparent. Her nipples were plainly visible through the thin cloth as she stood up in waist high water. Her hands moved over her breasts, lifting the top up as she splashed water over them. "I almost hate to wash your cum off my tits..." she teased, smiling up at me. "But I'm guessing you'll give me some more later..." She grinned and tied the suit behind her, thrusting her tits at me as her nipples stood out behind the white cotton. Her eyes danced over the bulge in my suit, then she pushed away on her back, showing off the small triangle of her neatly trimmed bush through her suit.
I groaned and turned away. I needed another sip of courage before I joined this wench in the water. I picked up my cocktail and downed nearly half of it before turning to return to the pool. Not recommended by most lifeguards, but definitely necessary at this point...
As I turned, I could see some movement out of the corner of my eye, over by the hedge that separated my yard from that of Jim, my neighbor. I hesitated, pretending to get another drink, then looked again, secretively.
This time, there was no mistake. Sure enough, Jim was standing by the utility shed in the back corner of his yard, peering through the bushes as Cynthia swam an erotic backstroke in the pool. He'd seen her, and met her, this morning as we left for breakfast, and was obviously struck by her. Shit...who wouldn't be?! I grinned and turned to Cynthia.
I wasn't upset that he was watching. In fact, I'd spent a bit of time peeping myself, watching his beautiful wife swim and sunbathe in their own backyard. From the guest room upstairs, I had a clear view of their yard, and on more than one occasion, I'd watched Anne sunbathe in the nude, sighing to myself as I watched her run her hands over her naked body, as if lost in some sun drenched fantasy.
And one time, I'd even watched Anne give Jim a sloppy, wet blowjob as she stood in their poll and his feet dangled over the edge. I often wondered if they knew I watched them, but, at least to this point, we'd never mentioned anything to each other, although we often shared barbecues and evening cocktails.
So I had no reason to be upset at Jim's voyeurism. I grinned and set my drink down as I saw Cynthia climb out of the pool. She was a vision of beauty as she let the water drip from her body. She grinned as she brought her hands up to her hair, wringing it out behind her and arching her back. Her firm tits pushed out against the thin fabric of her suit.
I walked over to her and cupped her breasts with both my hands. She moaned lightly as I fondled her, keeping her hands behind her head.
"Don't look now..." I whispered to her, "but we have an audience..." I grinned as her eyes widened, then again as a smile came over her face. She leaned close, pushing her hips against mine and leaning her head into my chest.
