He'd only recently moved in after starting his new job in the area. It was a typical subdivision, not quite suburban, but not quite in the boondocks either. The houses did have a sort of cookie-cutter look about them, but at least the paint and architecture weren't completely like the aggressively pastel-colored neighborhood from "Edward Scissorhands."
He grinned, remembering the tension in Johnny Depp's heavily made-up face as he lay ill-advisedly on the waterbed, and let that image percolate a little as he carried one of his favorite toys out to the pool that had come with his new residence. He squinted at the powerful summer sun, even through dark sunglasses that hid his piercing grey eyes. At least he had plenty of daylight left to enjoy. After connecting one of the inflatable float's valves to a double-action hand pump, he started filling it with air, watching as the yellow vinyl began to take shape.
His neighbors seemed nice, too, he reflected, if a little disinterested on average. However, he hoped the curvy brunette next door proved an exception. He had been too busy moving to introduce himself the few times he had seen her so far, but with any luck, she owned rather than renting, and he would have plenty of time to get to know her a little better.
He smiled as he stared at the inflatable, which he had had commissioned to look like the cartoon raft on the cover of the movie "Up The Creek"--albeit made of heavy pool toy vinyl instead of laminated canvas, and about half the size of the depiction, it was still a yellow whitewater raft with the pretty face and voluptuous bosom of a beautiful woman. He gave it a tentative squeeze and pronounced it fully-inflated. Just as well, since the phone rang just as he started to disconnect the pump. He closed the valve and went in to answer it.
Half an hour later, he finally managed to finish answering his supervisor's tiresome questions, and he returned to his backyard oasis, applying a nice even coat of sunscreen, since he planned to spend considerable quality time enjoying himself and his plaything. He picked the huge float up and dropped it into the warm water, noting that the sun had also warmed and softened the vinyl considerably, but not so badly that he couldn't get some enjoyment out of it. He climbed aboard, already feeling a happy, familiar stirring in his loins as his body responded to the scents of vinyl from the toy and coconut oil from the sunscreen. The latter was one of the few reasons to enjoy the fact that his ruddy skin burned so quickly.
Thanks to the high white pine fence surrounding his yard, he felt no self-consciousness at all (well, maybe a little) as he gingerly slid out of his swim shorts, tossing them to the side of the pool. Realizing he'd exposed some skin he really didn't want to get burned, he grabbed the sunscreen from the pool edge and slathered some on. The fact that it would also serve as a convenient lubricant didn't hurt either.
He put his arms around the rather provocative bow of the toy, which positioned his stiffening manhood over one of the inflated tubular crossbeams that served as seats, and instinctively started to rock back and forth. Just as he had begun to develop a pleasant rhythm, with the water rocking the soft, stretchy toy against his taut body, he heard the gate open and a loud gasp.
He turned to find his gorgeous next-door neighbor staring at him, her eyes wide and her pink-painted lips parted in shock. She was holding what looked like a fresh-baked pie. "Um...nobody answered the door...should I...what are you doing?"
Well, she hadn't run away. That was at least something.
He felt himself blushing furiously from his cheeks down to...well, probably to his cheeks. "I'm...well, I guess you could say I'm having a little fun. Stress relief. I know this probably looks a little, um, odd..."
"You could say that," she said, putting a dainty unencumbered hand on her upper chest rather fetchingly. "Certainly not what a lady expects to see when visiting a new neighbor for the first time."
His blush deepened, but while he had stopped rocking, his manhood had not subsided at all. If anything, it had gotten even harder. "Look, I'm really sorry, I should have made sure both gates were locked," he said, reaching for his shorts at the side of the pool.
She took a step...putting a well-manicured, sandal-clad foot firmly on his shorts, so that her instep landed right on the open fly. "Yes, you should have," she said demurely, her voice a gentle alto, rich with sweetness and warmth. "On the other hand, I feel much less offended than simply shocked...and a little intrigued."
His erection twitched, and his normally powerful baritone deserted him for a second. It took him a bit to rally and repeat, "Intrigued?"
She answered his question with a question. "Do you like to blow up balloons?"
"Sometimes," he admitted. "But I have to be more careful, because balloons pop much more easily."
