We'd been staying at the same house in Tahoe the same week in July for the past six years. It's a friendly, quiet little area with a pool and quick access to the lake. The houses are small but comfortable. They're fairly close together for such a wilderness area so everybody gets to know everybody. Tom and Lucy own the cabin next to us and live there most of the time. They must get tired of the parade of people in an out each week during the summer, but Tom always has a quick smile and hello. Lucy's busy with her work during the summer but Tom teaches and enjoys gardening during the warm months.
Tom was working in the backyard of his place when we left for the beach at 9:00 a.m. and was still there when we got back at 3:00 p.m. He is in pretty good shape for an older guy with his summer tan well underway. My wife made more than a casual glance toward him as she headed for the cabin. She's always been attracted to older men, especially dark exotic guys. Tom seemed to take extra note of Janice, too. My gal's a blonde bombshell. Great body with long legs and nice round tits with nipples that stand erect at the slightest hint of a breeze. She was wearing one of those wild bikini's today. Mostly just three patches of semi-sheer material held together with wide dental floss. It didn't leave much to Tom's imagination. He had a special "Hello!" for her along with a wave. I could swear his pants grew a full size as he leered at her.
Janice went in to shower and change and I went over to say hello to Tom. He asked me how the lake was today and I told him it went up a few degrees when Jan took off her cover-up. He laughed and asked whether the park rangers stopped by to survey water conditions? I told him the beach did seem a little more crowded today. Some mothers with little children took their kids to the opposite end of the beach to avoid the crush of gawkers. Tom got a kick out of my little jokes and was really pleased when I asked him inside for an iced tea.
I know Jan likes to shower with the bathroom door open. She doesn't like the small space. She also likes to tease me and my friends. Her exhibitionist tendencies are out of the closet, so to speak. The bikini is just a nod to the Puritanical North American continent. She spends most of her Central American vacations in the buff. Not that I mind. I get a kick out of watching guys trip over their dicks around her. Guess that makes me something of a voyeur. So, I plop Tom down on the chair that faces toward the bathroom door and leave the room to get his tea. At first he's just scoping out the room and trying not to pay any attention to the shower. I yell at Jan to tell her that Tom and I are in the living room and ask if she wants some iced tea. She yells back that she needs a towel and to put extra sugar in her tea. I ask Tom if he can grab a towel from the table next to the couch and give it to Jan. He hesitates, but just for a moment. He slips past the part-way open door and peeks in to hand her the towel. I hear her thank him and tell him how much she admires his tan. Tom walks back to his perch wearing a grand smile and sinks back into the seat. Jan follows quickly with the large towel draped loosely around her still moist torso. She enters the kitchen, grabs her tea with one hand and smacks my ass sharply with the other. I smile in enjoyment.
We walk back to the living room where Tom is seated and the two of us take up residence on the old couch that anchors the center of the room. Jan carefully slips one leg under the other and Tom stares at her snatch during the show. She has a nice little "landing strip" shaved above her pussy to go along with the barely bikini bottoms she favors. I hand Tom his tea and he thanks us heartily for our hospitality. Jan asks Tom if Lucy will be home soon and he tells us that she will be late tonight because of an out of town meeting. "Darn," goes Jan in a not too entirely sincere retort. Jan really, really enjoys teasing. Almost as much as she enjoys sex. I was starting to get the idea that Jan was toying with the idea of toying with Tom. She's like a cat in that way. She likes to play with her dinner before she actually sets upon eating it. I'm not sure if Tom realized he changed from neighbor to prey when he went into that bathroom towel in hand.
We sit making small talk and sipping our iced tea drinks. Our chat grew progressively more sexual and finally Jan asked Tom if she could "touch his tan." He heartily agreed and Jan moved over to the foot of his chair to run her hands over his chest. She managed to keep her towel in place, I'm not sure how, but Tom was definitely interested in the view. She lowered her head to just above his knee and quickly licked him. "Ummm, salty," she said, "looks like you need a shower, too." Tom nodded a quiet affirmative and Jan took his hand and helped him up. On the way to the bathroom she grabbed my hand and said, "You, too, Mr. Can't Get Enough Suntan Lotion." So the three of us set off for the still-moist shower.