It was a gorgeous May afternoon. With temperatures hovering in the low 90s, I decided to cut my college classes and spend time down at the pool like any intelligent 19 year old would do.
Okay, so it was not my pool. The pool at my cheap-ass apartment complex was still closed for long-overdue maintenance. So instead, I was swimming in the pool at a much nicer apartment complex about 3 blocks from mine. I wasn't going to let the little fact that I didn't actually live at these particular apartments keep me from sneaking in and enjoying the cool water. I'd long discovered that the key to sneaking in somewhere is just to act like you belong. And today was just so pleasant, I didn't belong anywhere but here.
Since it was a weekday and still time when most people were either off at work or school, I was one of the very few in attendance poolside. There was the grandmotherly-looking woman watching over what I assumed was her two grandkids. Another old guy was sunning himself on the deck, keeping a distance from the splashing of the two kids. Lastly was the couple at the other end of the pool. For some reason, their presence kept drawing my attention.
I assumed the woman to be in her early 40s, about the same age as my mom. She was of medium stature, a couple inches shorter than my 5'11", and what I'd come to know as "pleasingly plump" in her build. She wasn't fat, just softly rounded and almost cherubic, and her turquoise one-piece bathing suit showed her curves in a most positive light. Her hair was a medium brown and fell straight to just between her shoulder blades. But what kept me interested in watching her were her very ample breasts that strained at the upper half of bathing suit, swaying softly as she walked over to climb into the pool. And especially fun to watch were the hardened nipples that were revealed when she pulled herself back out of the cool water.
The man was maybe in his late 40s or early 50s. I estimated him to be about 6' tall, with a medium build, save for the little extra soft roll around his mid-section. His hair was thin, gray-black, combed straight back. He has a fairly thick patch of dark chest hair that trailed down his stomach and into his navy blue Speedo swimsuit. And the way that tight swimsuit highlighted his dick and balls with its clingy material drew my attention as much as his companion's bouncing breasts.
As I swam in the pool, or got out just long enough to dive back in, I found myself stealing glances at the both of them, if not periodically just staring at them. Maybe they noticed my visual visitations on their physiques; maybe not. At least, if they had any problem with it, they never let on. If nothing else, it seemed as though they might even be aware of my focused attention, given the sometimes almost obvious way in which the busty woman would bounce in her step, or adjust her massive mammaries held barely in check in her bathing suit. And even the guy seemed to have a constant need to adjust his manhood within the confines of his own suit.
Not having anyone else to distract my attention, I was able to watch these small displays and let my fantasies drift unimpeded through my mind. I found myself very comfortable in being equally as excited over the images of pleasant sexual play with the man and his well-defined dick as I was with the idea of sexual play with the woman and her huge tits and full body.
As I kept watching them, their effect was starting to play havoc with the fit of my gym shorts that I was using for swim trunks as well. My girlfriend was off on a family trip and would be gone for another week at least, so it would be a while before I'd get laid again. And I didn't have many buddies any more that were as willing to let me suck their dicks as in the past. Despite the fact the woman was my mom's age, watching those big tits and full body bouncing along on the other side of the pool was generating a lot of instant fuck fantasies in me, and the guy's lycra-bound package was making me drool.
As the fantasies continued to play in my mind, my dick was responding in kind. My baggy gym shorts would not be able to hide an erection and would only serve to create an obvious tent over my stirring member. Jerking off in the pool was not possible, much less even a good idea, although if I kept my thoughts going like this, it would soon become a very serious need.
In the distance, I heard the unmistakable diesel rumble of a school bus. That meant that kids would soon be home from school and parents would likely be bringing them down here to the pool. And that meant that someone might figure out that I didn't belong here. I got out of the pool and shook off as much water as possible, given that I did not have a towel to dry with. I grabbed my gym bag and headed to the small cabana so I could change back into my street clothes, then turned to take one last look at the couple that had been the center of my afternoon fantasies. A brief smile from the buxom woman in blue made me wonder if they hadn't noticed my interest after all. I turned away and into the small men's restroom that would serve as my changing area.
Once inside, looked down at myself and realized that in my rush to get out of the pool that my swelling dick had not really gone down, and I was sporting a pretty big bulge for all to see. Well, that was fucking embarrassing. I pulled my wet shorts down and my prick sprang out, apparently unwilling to cooperate with my need to get dressed quickly. Despite my predicament I stood naked near one of the two bathroom stalls so I could get as dry as possible before tying to pull on my clothes. With the memory of the sexy couple still vivid in my mind, I was tempted to go ahead and whack off my meat then and there, and had there been a door on the stall, that would have been a guarantee. Any further thoughts of instantaneous self-gratification went out the window as soon as the door to the restroom opened again. With that, I stepped fully into the stall and focused my attention to appearing to use the toilet.
Someone stepped into the stall next to me who seemed to struggle with something for a second, after which a wet swimsuit was placed over the stall wall next to me. I tried to remain disinterested, but when the sound of someone pissing hard into the toilet followed next, I sneaked a peek at the suit on the stall wall.
A wet, navy blue Speedo.
"She's a looker, ain't she?" came a voice.
"Huh?" was all I could manage.
"My wife," came the voice again. "I saw you looking at her."
Oh, shit! Just what I need, a pissed-off husband! My voice caught in my throat, preventing me from answering. The flushing of the toilet on his side filled the void instead. I then sensed him stepping around behind me.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" he chuckled.
I mustered up my courage and turned to face the man, expecting to see an angry, jealous face. Instead, he was smiling broadly, and he was just as naked as me.
"Sir, I hope you're not mad, but -"
"Mad?" the man laughed. "Hell, no... why would I be mad?"
I thought I'd melt in relief. That much must have been obvious.
"'Cuz a lot of guys get really jealous when some other dude is scoping out their wives or girlfriends."
"Only guys that have no balls get jealous when you look at their ladies. Good-looking women are gonna get looked at. Especially ones with really big tits, right?"
I laughed and nodded my head.
"I mean, what good is having a pretty woman if you get pissed off all the time because someone is looking at her?"
"I never thought of it that way," I replied.
"So," he began again, "do you think I have a pretty wife?"
I grinned. "Yeah. She's really pretty." I almost added 'for her age', but caught myself. I mean, she was attractive, but I don't usually make it a point to check out older women.
"You like her tits, too, don'cha?" asked the man with a sly smile and a wink.
"Who wouldn't?" I answered all too quickly. I was going to say the same thing about how good his dick looked, too, especially since I had a clear view of it without the cover of the Speedo. And damn, it looked good. If I thought he was up for it and that the stalls had doors, I'd have gotten on my knees right then and there.
"Yeah, I guess you do," he replied as his gaze fell to my crotch where my dick was answering for me, too, because that's when I came back to reality and remembered that I was still totally naked and still pretty much had a hard-on.
