It seemed that I had everything going for me--I was 18 years old, had been told many times that I was a good-looking guy, had just graduated high school with honors, and was looking forward to beginning classes at a Los Angeles college in the Fall, on a full scholarship. Yes, I had my ticket out of this one-horse desert town in the Texas panhandle, population 100 counting the cattle, where nothing exciting ever happened and nothing ever would. However, I had a dark secret. Maybe I shared this secret with a lot of other guys, but that didn't make me feel any better. I was still a virgin. I'd been out on my share of dates, but no girl ever let me do more than feel her tits through a shirt. I was stuck with jacking off on a daily basis, sometimes three or four times a day. I had read somewhere that a man was at his sexual prime at age 18, and mine was literally slipping right through my fingers.
It was already 110 fucking degrees at the end of June, so I decided to head over to my friend Jeff's house. They had a pool. I pulled on my swim trunks and a pair of flip-flops and drove just that way over to Jeff's. I rang the door and his mom answered. She was a traditional Texas woman, a stay-at-home wife. She was about 40 but still cute, with long, curly blond hair and what looked like a nice figure under those frumpy housedresses. "Hi, Mrs. Withers. Is Jeff here?"
"No, Roy, he had to drive out to Amarillo to run some errands. He won't be back until around suppertime." Seeing my disappointment, she quickly added, "But you can go right ahead and use the pool if you want. It's right hot today."
I gratefully went out back and dove into that luxurious underground pool. Mr. Withers made a really good living in the oil business and their family could have lived anywhere they wanted, but both of the Withers had been born here and wanted to live out their lives here. I swam a few laps, then laid back and let the cool water chase away the heat of the unforgiving Texas sun. I only absent-mindedly looked up when I heard the sliding glass door open and close, but once I did I nearly lost my balance in the water.
Mrs. Withers had emerged, and it was the first time I'd ever seen her out of one of those ugly housedresses. She was wearing a bright yellow string bikini that looked like something you'd see Pam Anderson in. And I had thought she was just cute--this woman was incredible. Her tits must have been a double D and the bikini bra barely held them in. Her shape was a perfect hourglass, with a tiny waist, a washboard stomach, and a perfectly-molded ass with thighs to match. If I didn't know better, I would have put her age in the late twenties. Shit, I knew 19-year-olds who didn't look this fucking hot. I was glad my crotch was underwater, because I felt my cock starting to grow a little bit. "You don't mind if I join you, do you?" she asked.
"Of course not," I croaked, and watched as this goddess dived in and swam graceful laps, moving like a mermaid through the water. I kept my distance, not only because my cock refused to go down but because that way I had a full view of her. However, she eventually caught up with me, diving underwater and then breaking the surface only a foot from where I was standing, in water that reached only a little above my stomach. I gulped, wondering if she had noticed my raging erection-or my hand that kept stroking it even though I was telling myself not to.
