It was officially the longest weekend on record. Or at least that is how it felt to Barbara. She refrained from any of her weekday activities. Saturday was shopping day. It was hot and humid, and she could not even go for a swim. No more fancy five start restaurants for dinner, just a family BBQ at home. Sunday was church again it was hotter and more humid then before. Barbara was starting to be a little concerned for her-self. Her mind was drifting onto matters sexual and she could not help it. First she imagined the altar boys being naked under the white garbs they were wearing. Then she imagined them falling over and exposing themselves to the entire congregation. This made her amused as well as aroused and she wished she could tug on her sensitive skin.
Then she kept thinking of the Priest, and what he would look like naked under his robes. If only she could touch her nipples. Her clit.
On the way home, her mother started to fuss over her, because she was concerned about how distracted she was. She was trying to blame it on some sickness, except Barbara never looked healthier. She lost a little weight, the daily sunning made her tan a little although it was hard to tell, because she had no tan lines. There was nothing to compare it to. Her mother was baffled, but still fussed over her all the way home. After the Sunday lunch, they all settled in the TV room to watch a family movie. Barbara kept glancing out to see if Mr Kelly would go out on Sunday as well, and would he come back at 10 past three like during the week. Instead of Mr Kelly however, a summer storm arrived at three o'clock with strong winds and lots of rain.
Barbara was sad. No more swimming tomorrow if it is raining. But why not. If she is naked, then what is the difference? But will Mr Kelly go out if it is raining.
They went to bed, but she could not sleep. She stood by the window, looking out into the darkness that was Mr Kelly's pool. It was very late by the time she fell asleep. The storm was spent, and the night was very still.
She woke up at 6 o'clock to the usual splash noise as Mr Kelly dived into his pool next door. No sign of the storm. The sky blue, the Sun warm, already shining brightly. She stood by the window watching him, but she felt that he kept glancing up at her window when he turned at the end of the pool. Could he see her? She never did look up from the pool to her window, to see if he could see inside. She moved deeper into the shadows of the room as she continued to play with her nipples. She wanted to last the full thirty minutes of his swim. He was starting to look sexy to her. She never considered that aspect when she looked at people. At men. Now she only looked for that. She saw the grey hair on his chest, the strong biceps on his arm as he took a stroke up and down the pool. She climaxed and she realised that she was whimpering as the orgasm shook her pelvis. She ran to the bathroom again. He was still swimming.
She could not go back to sleep, but she did not really want to face her parents either. She decided to go back into her bedroom and listen to some music. She put it loud enough to stop her parents coming in. Eight o'clock. They must be gone. She dressed and wandered down to the kitchen. "No! They are still here. Must be running late."
"Hello dear," her mother greeted her. "You want me to stay home with you? I am still concerned that you are not well."
"Mom," Barbara almost screamed, "I am fine, I do not need a baby sitter I am over eighteen you know."
"Hello Barbara," her father emerged from the bathroom. "Ok dear I am good to go."
"Are you sure? This is the third time you had to run off to the bathroom." Barbara's mother now started fussing over her husband. "Maybe it was something you ate last night. Are you sure you will be all right?"
"I am fine, come on lets go, we are late already." They both kissed Barbara good bye and headed into the garage. Barbara waited for the familiar sound of the garage door opening and closing. Then the noise as her father revved the car up the street to make up for lost time. Lucky she did not wander down from her bedroom naked. That would be hard to explain to her mother.
She made her breakfast and sat down to wait for 11 o'clock and the start of her swim. The pent up sexual excitement was making her wet just sitting fully dressed in the TV room, waiting for Mr Kelly to walk past on his way to the bus stop. Her mind was already imagining what it will be like when she strips down naked and dives into the pool. The water will be cold, even if the sun was leaning into it the whole morning. She already imagined how hard her nipples will be when the cold water hits them. How tender her clit will become.
There he is. Mr Kelly was walking past the front of the house, but instead of his usual military march, he was walking slower, his eyes scanning the window. She knew he could not see her, but she felt like he knew she was there anyway.
She waited a little longer now to check if the bus has been. She stopped checking by Wednesday last week, but something told her to check today. She waited for the clock to chime 11. Then she walked out onto the street. She saw the bus already driving away into the distance. The bus stop empty. Mr Kelly gone. She raced back inside the house and out into the back yard. She was much more skilled at climbing the fence now, and no longer need the chair or any help.
She walked out of the garden bed and towards the outside furniture. She quickly stripped down and put her clothes over the back of the chair. Splash. She dived in just like Mr Kelly did this morning. Several quick strokes and she was on the other side of the pool. The cold side. The deep side. The exciting side. She busied herself with her nipples and between her legs. Both nipples and her clit feeling hard as a rock. She brushed her nipple against the rough pool wall. She cried out from the pleasure and the pain. She knew that the climax was not far away.
"You are Barbara. You live next door. Jim's daughter. That right isn't it?"
She froze as she realised that someone was talking to her. She spun around, forgetting for the moment that she was naked. Mr Kelly was standing in his back yard, watching her. How long has he been there? Has he been watching her touch herself? Did he just hear her sigh from the pleasure? Barbara just realised she was naked, and even though she was fully submerged in the deep end, she instinctively covered her breasts with her left hand and her crotch with her right.
"Doe your father know that you come naked to my pool to masturbate?" Mr Kelly continued with his level voice. No emotion. Just a lot of force and power. No nonsense. No argument. No discussion.
Barbara was frozen. She could not speak. She shook her head to indicate no. Her throat dry. She is busted. "My father," her mind screamed to her. "My father will kill me when he finds out." She realised that even as she was busted, and her soul felt like dying, her right hand slide a finger between her lips. She was so hot. She was so wet. Her finger slid deeper in. She could feel her virginal skin. Her hymen, still intact. "Will her rape me?" her mind screamed at her, as she realised how much she enjoyed her finger between her lips.
