We were lucky, we had a community swimming pool in our neighborhood. It was supposed to be a municipal pool; at least it had been built by the city, but that was about it for city responsibility. It was really up to the neighborhood to keep it running smoothly. If we had waited for the city to come for instance and add more chlorine the entire summer would have been over by the time they would have shown up.
I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but it gets real hot in Florida. News Flash: It gets damn hot in Florida in the summertime. Mwahahaha! So as the summer wore on, we would be spending more and more time in the pool. And you know me, I had this itsy bitsy bikini. It wasn’t a t-back, it was a real bikini; but it didn’t cover much. I think it was a couple of sizes too small. Haha! I mean the top covered about half my breasts, but still every once in a while it would slip down past my nipples. And my bottom often showed a lot of excess pubic hair, because I refused to shave down there. First time I tried to shave I cut myself and that was that. I made a vow I would never cut myself down there again.
And every once in a while late at night, I would slip out of my bikini entirely and swim around stark naked. It always felt so liberating and free, but mainly of course nobody could tell anything anyway, unless they got right next to me. We weren’t supposed to go in the pool at night. They would lock the gate, but we would climb over the fence and go swimming anyway.
Every once in a great while I would meet a new boy in the day time and we’d make a date and then he would show up late at night and we would go skinny dipping. And sometimes one thing might lead to another – you know how that goes.
One afternoon all these clowns showed up from some other neighborhood. I never was quite sure where they came from, but I knew it wasn’t anywhere close to us. There was ten of them and let me tell you – they were really crude. I mean they were spitting in the pool and everything. It wouldn’t surprise me if some of those pigs were pissing in there too. All of our people had gathered in one small corner of the pool, while the rest of them were lounging all over the place.
As I already have mentioned there were ten of them, five females and five males. Out of those ten, nine of them were slobs, pigs, and heifers; but the tenth one – ooh la la. He looked like a young hoodlum and probably was. He was about six feet tall, had black hair pushed up in a old fashioned pomp, coal black eyes, and a continual sneer on his handsome face. He was slender but not thin and appeared very graceful. He had these wonderful appearing hands. I have a things for hands. His were quite big, but not fleshy at all with long delicate fingers.
This young group of sociopaths were becoming louder and louder and beginning to work themselves up to challenging us for the sole ownership of the pool. If we were to back down, we might lose custody of the pool for the rest of the summer. Something drastic had to be done and it needed to happen quickly!
I quickly and quietly conferred with my cohorts and sauntered up to the good looking one. As I moved toward him, I made sure my nipples were showing and my bikini bottom was pushed down near the start of my vagina.
“Hi!” I spoke brightly.
The young man made a big production out of sneering at me and then glancing over to his buddies, who were all guffawing and carrying on, but I noticed he couldn’t keep himself from continually checking me out and his bathing trunks began to develop a rather large protuberance, if you know what I mean.
Finally he spoke. Actually he snarled at me, as if he were a dog, “What’d you want?”
“I have a proposition for you,” I declared, sounding more confident by far than I really felt.
“What’s that?” he asked, again looking over at his compatriots for support. They were shouting out things, such as “Fuck that little bimbo, Tony.” As I’ve previously mentioned, they were quite the class group.
