I slumped down in the couch in my new living room and sighed. My parents had sent me ahead to the new house in Florida to meet the movers and get us moved in. So here I was, surrounded by boxes and basking in the glory of AC. I had lived in Northern Ireland my entire life, was an avid snowboarder and skier. Moving to Florida almost seemed like a life sentence. My parents were still in there and planning on going on vacation before they came down, sort of a second honeymoon. So I was here unpacking all of their shit while they went somewhere fun during winter. I should have been up on the slopes, not down here in this sticky and messy heat. What did people see that was so awesome about Florida? I burned in the sun, had obscene pale skin, and enjoyed snow. All three of those things didn't exist down here. I groaned and kicked an empty box in front of me; this move really blowed. I had just turned 18, was planning on meeting a bunch of snowboarding and skiing junkies in Switzerland for the winter. Then, surprise! My rents tell me that I'm moving to America and as if that wasn't bad enough, we were moving to Florida, a whole four months before them! Where was the justice in that?
I got up off of the couch and went into my room which I had promptly unpacked as soon as the movers left about three hours ago. I went into my closet and changed into my swimming suit to jump into our pool. I loved to swim, and having a pool was about the only thing good about this place. I grabbed my towel and walked out into the screened in patio that held the large pool. I had to admit that this house was incredible; my parents had made a shit load of money recently and they put a lot into this house, buying it outright off of a foreclosure. I put my towel on my shoulder and tied up my hair, throwing my towel on a lounge chair and readjusting my new emerald green bikini. I had gone out first thing and bought one, feeling slightly foolish while doing so. In Northern Ireland, you didn't need a bikini...ever. It was just too damn cold.
I jumped into the water and came up squealing; it was cold! I swam down to the edge in the deep end and stood on the seats built into the pool, wringing the water out of my hair and shaking my head. I heard another splash a littler further away and looked towards my neighbor's house. There was a fence blocking my view but I could see between the cracks a little and I saw someone swimming around. I bit my bottom lip and curiosity getting the better of me, I walked out of the screened in area and went over to the fence where an empty knot in the wood allowed me to kneel and look through to my neighbor's pool. I gasped when I saw a guy surface in the pool and shake the water out of his medium length black hair and laugh. I pulled away from the peep-hole and nibbled on my bottom lip. This felt wrong. I shouldn't spy on him. But then I heard him gasp and my eye went back to the peep-hole quickly. It was like I didn't even get a choice on whether or not I wanted to look. Okay, so that was a lie, but I was a curious lass by nature.
His eyes were closed and he was lying on a pool float, basking in the sun. I frowned. How long had I been battling with myself on whether or not to watch him? I followed the hard ridges of his body, admiring the muscles that seemed to be toned all over his body and my eyes froze when I realized that his swimming trunks were pulled down low on his hips and he had his junk out in front of God and everyone. My eyes widened and my hand was covering my mouth; I had never seen a Man that naked before, I mean, I had seen boys when I made out or whatnot but it never went anywhere and none of those boys were like this man next door. People in Northern Ireland, or Ireland as a whole for that matter stayed clothed unless they were indoors or drunk...but that was different. Plus, I was a virgin. My schoolmates made fun of me for it, but I honestly had never been attracted to anyone because in boarding school, all the boys were boys and to be honest, they didn't attract me. I liked guys that were older than I was and could actually be called Men. I was attracted to the idea of sex, I mean, who wasn't? But, I just never really had the opportunity or the drive to go all the way with a boy.
My neighbor on the float started to stroke his penis and I watched in fascination as it grew in his hand and stood up against his toned and muscled abdomen. I licked my lips as his hand tightened on his member and he started stroking it faster and harder. He was groaning harder now and his eyes were closed and a small grin curved his lips. His other hand splashed his member with water from the pool and he hissed; his face screwed up beautifully in pleasure. His hips bucked as his hand moved faster and faster. He moaned and I felt my chest ache as my heart beat faster as I watched him masturbate. My breath was heavy against the wood and I started to throb in a way that I never had before. Suddenly, the man let out a loud groan and his hips bucked up as he came. I gasped as a white intermittent jet of cum came out of his member and he sighed, his hips resting back down on the pool float. I swallowed heavily and got a control back on my breathing. That had to be the most erotic thing that I had ever seen. I watched a little while longer as my neighbor put away the pool float and swam around a little bit more before getting out of the pool and going into his house. I groaned in displeasure as the object of my fascination left my sight. I crept back into my screened lanai and slipped into the water. My nipples were hard and I could see them through my bikini top. They ached and I did the only natural thing that I could think of; I touched them, massaging the hardened pearls.
I groaned and sighed, my body shuddering. I bit my lip and suddenly realized that I didn't know how to masturbate. I mean, I knew the theory and whatnot, but I had never tried it for myself. I sighed in frustration when I realized that I was really turned on and what I imagined was horny but I couldn't do a damn thing about it without feeling stupid and failing at it. I did a couple laps in the large pool and when I felt sufficiently cooled off, I went back into the house to unpack boxes.
I was putting up lights on the screened ceiling of the lanai later that evening, deciding that the Chinese globes I had for my seventeenth birthday party would look really cool up on the lanai. I even had some color changing bulbs that I put them over so when I turned on the lights, they would turn for blue to green to purple to red and all over again. I put up white rope lights around the edges of the lanai and was climbing back down the ladder when I heard a splash from next door. I bit my bottom lip and ran out of the lanai and back to my peep-hole. Rope lighting was popular here; my neighbor had some too, but his were different colors and he had a lot of it outside, rimming his pool as well. He surfaced in the water and I examined him more closely in the colored light of his illuminated pool. The colors of the lights in his pool changed colors like my lanterns. That was pretty cool; I would have to figure out how to do that in my pool.
The guy surfaced from diving in and flipped his hair again like before. I grinned. I wondered if he would do everything like he had before. He pulled himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool. The rope lighting was built in! I would have to figure out how to do that as well. My neighbor sighed and shook his hands through his hair, spraying water around him. He lay down on his back and looked up at the clear sky, trying to see stars in the suburbs. I wondered if he had lived here his whole life, or if maybe he came from somewhere he could see the stars like me. Just watching him made my body throb and bit my lower lip to keep from moaning.
