(Note to readers: You might want to read Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Parts 1, 2 and 3 before you read this.)
By the time Lindsay and Ron had returned to Florida from their vacation in South Carolina, I had restocked their wine and spirits, straightened everything up inside and out, and made sure the pool (where I had been swimming in the nude while they were gone) was in pristine condition. I also turned the surveillance cameras Ron had strategically placed in the pool and patio area back on. Right after that, I texted them that I was going to take one last nude swim in their pool just in case Ron wanted another view.
He did. No sooner was my swimming done, then Ron had sent me the video he captured of me fingering my clit, tweaking my nipples, and, oh yes -- doing the back stroke nude in the pool. His email included an invitation for me and my friend Debbie, one of my most well-endowed girlfriends, to join him and Lindsay for drinks -- where else? -- at their house for a pool party the very next day. Never one to turn down an invitation to spend time with friends, I naturally accepted and texted Debbie, who enthusiastically accepted as well.
The next day, Debbie picked me up at my house and we made the short drive to Lindsay and Ron's. Debbie wore a button down pink cotton blouse and tight, very sheer, white shorts. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples showed right through her blouse. I wore a similarly styled yellow blouse (I rarely wear a bra) and a pair of similarly tight but not as sheer jeans short. It was ideal attire, given that the forecast for this particular summer night was no rain and temps in the low 90s.
No sooner was I in Debbie's car when she told me that her husband was not returning home from his business trip but had run off with another woman! Debbie said she felt hurt at first but had suspected something was up when her husband's business trips got longer and more frequent and sex with him had gotten more and more infrequent -- all of which explains why she had loosened up so much over the past few weeks.
Needless to say, Debbie now was having no regrets of having slowly dropped her prudish ways by getting drunk, swimming nude, and masturbating in front of a few male acquaintances of mine for cash. (You have read Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Part 3 by now, right?)
Debbie wanted to know what to expect at Lindsay and Ron's party. I said, "I think we're going to have a few glasses of wine, some snacks and maybe go swimming. You did bring a swimsuit didn't you?"
A look of disappointment came over Debbie.
"You didn't?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "I didn't think I'd need one."
"So, let me get this straight. My friend Debbie, who I have known for years to be ultra conservative when it comes to modesty, is going to a pool party where there will probably be people from the neighborhood, the community -- all walks of life -- was planning on being nude in my girlfriend's pool?"
Debbie had a very awkward moment. "Well, um...since you put it that way, no."
I laughed loudly. "Gotcha! It's just going to be you, me, Ron and his wife, Lindsay. And Ron's already seen us both naked on cam, so I didn't bring a swimsuit either!"
Debbie took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "What a relief," she said. "For a minute there, I thought I wasn't going to have any fun."
When we arrived, Ron met us at the door. He was wearing a shorty bathrobe which was wide open to the waist and came up to the middle of his thighs. Very tan and fit for a man in his late 40s, Ron obviously worked out at the gym and spent a lot of time in the pool.
Lindsay was a petite blonde with a small bosom and very firm behind -- no doubt from all that bike riding around the neighborhood that she did every morning and those dance classes she taught at the Y. She was in the kitchen cutting up a watermelon and preparing a tray of snacks wearing nothing but a smile. Nude was the rule at her house. I was expecting Debbie to react to their lack of attire but she didn't act surprised at all.
Debbie and I each handed Ron a bottle of wine and thanked him for inviting us. Ron immediately put the wine in the fridge and moved behind the bar in their entrance area. "We'll save those bottles for another time. Today, we're doing shots of tequila. He lined up three shot glasses on the bar and filled them with excellent tequila.
"Cheers," he said, tossing his head back as he knocked down his shot in one gulp. Debbie and I did the same. "My head is spinning," said Debbie. "May I please have another?"
Ron poured us each another shot. Debbie downed hers in one gulp. I sipped mine slowly.
