4
Don pulled his car into the back driveway from the alley, and led Flora in through the back fence. No sense in making himself the object of neighborhood gossip if he could avoid it.
Flora froze when she got into the backyard. "Jesus fucking Christ, Don. You've got a pool?" The question was rhetorical because Flora was staring at the pool.
"Oh, yeah," Don shrugged.
"You should've opened with that, I would've tried to fuck you."
"Hmmm." Don thought back. "Hey are you alright? I thought you were dead. I've got a pool, by the way." He tried to be extra suave when he said the last part. "Something like that? Besides you already tried to fuck me."
Flora cocked her head to the side and squinted at him. "Did I though?"
"Well," Don thought about it. "I guess not, but you were coming on to me pretty hard."
"Was I though?"
"Yes!" Don became animated. "You were totally..." He suddenly realized she was fucking with him. "Fuck off."
Flora gasped. "Don! Such language. I didn't know you talked like that."
"Just because I wasn't shouting obscenities in a crowded restaurant doesn't mean I don't talk like that," he said.
"Was I though?"
"I believe I already told you to fuck off."
"You did," Flora confirmed, turning to look longingly at the pool.
"Go ahead," Don told her as he headed to the back door. "It'll take me a little while with the phone. I'll get you a bathing suit and a towel. The girls left lots of clothes behind, I'm sure I can find a..."
He was cut off by the sound of a splash. He turned around to see only a pair of boots by the edge of the pool. A few feet out, the surface rippled away from a churn of water. Flora emerged wet and smiling.
Don continued into the house and looked through the drawers in his oldest daughter's room. She was the closest in size to Flora. There were several choices from modest 1-pieces to a surprisingly skimpy bikini he'd never seen before (thank God). He chose a bikini that wasn't too risque, but did show plenty of skin. He grabbed a towel and headed back out to the pool.
Flora's wet shirt, skirt, and socks were now lying in a soaked pile next to her boots. She was swimming under the surface back towards him. He waited for her to emerge. He could see her back, ass, and legs ripple under the lightly undulating waves.
Flora got almost to the side and stood up. She ran her hands back over her hair before wiping the water from her eyes. The water cascaded over her bare breasts. He watched them move as her hands ran back over her head. They looked bigger, rounder now, freed from the confinement of her undersized top. They were perfect. He guessed 34 to 36 inch B-cups.
"I got you a bathing suit," he said with feigned exasperation.
"Sorry, I couldn't wait."
He dropped the bikini into the water next to her. "Here's a towel too." Don threw it onto a nearby lounger. "I'd better wash these," he said, picking up her clothes. "You should really put on some sunscreen," he warned before turning.
Flora called out to him as he walked back towards the house. "Don," she sang. He turned to see her holding her dripping panties in the air for him, hanging off a finger tip. "Don't forget these," she looked at him with an innocent smile that betrayed an alluring expectation.
"Uh-huh," Don said casually as he slipped the panties off her finger and added them to the pile.
In the house, Don started the laundry and then went in search of Sheila's abandoned cell phone. It was dead, so he plugged it in next to his chair and went back outside.
Flora was floating on her back completely naked. The bikini he'd brought for her floated close to the edge where he stood, watching her. The waves lapped at the sides of her breasts, splashed between her legs, and made rivulets that traveled across her flat stomach, coming and going with the pool's tide.
Don sighed before speaking. "Do you need anything?"
"I'm good, Don," Flora answered lazily. "Don't I look good?"
"Yes, you do," he mumbled.
"I heard that," she said.
"Seriously," Don dodged. "You need to put on sunscreen."
"Yes daddy," Flora answered playfully. She began to make her way towards him and Don headed back to the house before he found her standing in front of him naked again.
Inside, Don sat down and started working on the phone. He paused for a second before setting it back to its factory presets. But he decided there was nothing on it with keeping. After the reset he had to contact it to the house's wifi to pdate it again. Every step took time, which gave Don plenty of opportunities to look out the window to the pool where he watched Flora frolic. She finally put on the bikini, then got out for the sunscreen. Don watched her dry off, then apply the lotion. When she'd done everything but her back, she turned to Don, shaking the bottle, and singing, "Oh Don."
He got up and went outside. She watched him like a hungry tigress as he approached. "I need some help with my back, Don," she said smiling coyly.
Don obliged her, but was careful not to let his fingers wander off the designated area.
"You have strong hands, Don," Flora said alluringly.
"Uh. Thanks?"
"I like strong hands," she told him. She was coming on strong again.
Before he'd finished, she turned suddenly, causing his fingers to brush over her stomach. She took one of his hands in hers and stepped in close to him. Her breast was pressed against him. She looked up at him and stood on her tip-toes, rubbing her breast along his arm, moving her face close to his. She put a hand on his chest. "I could use some strong hands to put the sunscreen on under my bikini.
Don stood still. "You don't need sunscreen under your suit," he said flatly.
"Are you sure?" Her lips were very close to his. "Maybe you could anyway." She moved the hand she was holding down to her bikini bottom. He could feel the warmth of her body through the material against his fingers. "Don't you want to see how wet your strong hands can make me, Don?"
He swallowed. "Yes," he admitted. But he didn't move.
"You could join me," she enticed. "I could put sunscreen on you, under your swimsuit. Don't you want to know how big and hard your cock would feel in my soft little hands, Don?"
"Yes," he said again.
There was a pause as they stood there together. Flora waited four Don to respond, to finally break. Don thought hard about it.
Finally he spoke, "I'm in the middle of something. He stepped away from her letting go of her hand. She dropped to her flat feet, disappointment, and a little surprise, on her face. "If you get thirsty, there's drinks in the fridge." He tried hard to keep his voice from shaking.
At the door he turned to look at her. She stood with her hands on her hips looking peeved, and beautiful. Once inside, Don nearly collapsed. He put his hands on his knees and breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down. He was rock-hard. "Holy shit," he said to himself. "Oh my God." He walked around in a circle rubbing his forehead. "Jesus." He didn't know how he'd resisted her, or why.
