I lived in an apartment for several years after my divorce. The manager of the apartment was a petite brunette with a gorgeous smile and body like an hourglass . A friend once described her as a librarian that could make you say ouch. When I could, I'd go out by the pool to catch some sun and relax. I spotted her at the pool on several occasions and finally started small talk with her. We talked about different things and eventually talked about the people we were dating. I found out she wasn't seeing anybody special and she was several years younger than me. I kept the conversations light and mostly agreed with her when she'd tell me stories about men being pigs. We became good friends and our conversations became more personal. At some point she started talking about her sexual positions and weather I had ever tried some of the positions she would describe. I'd get so aroused listening to her, I would have to be on my stomach because it would be embarrassing for me if she knew what her stories were doing to my cock.
As we got more comfortable with one another she asked if I'd rub oil on her back. She usually wore a purple string bikini that left little to the imagination. I'd squeezed out some oil on my hands a rub them together to warm it up before I'd start rubbing into her tight tanned skin. Rubbing her whole body with oil and watching those tiny body hairs lifting up and freeing themselves from the oil and feeling her soft smooth skin made me horny. I'd fantasize about her and what it would be like to unhook the strings on that bikini and see what that patch of hair would look like, if she even had a patch.