Chapter 3
Where do the panties go now?
I am Sandy, Wendy's and Candace's neighbor. We have lived on the same cul-de-sac for about 8 years. Wendy and I have been good friends; we are both age 45. A few months ago, we became even better friends, intimate ones you might say. I had never expected that to happen because she seemed so straight, but it was wonderful.
Over the years, I have watched Candace develop from a young teen to a fine young woman. I have looked at her too much, too admiringly you might say, because I feel more than just a neighborly attraction to her. When I close my eyes, I can imagine my doing things to Candace that Wendy would not approve of. Oh, the pleasure I would give her, the education that I would impart about the world and all of its emotions and experiences. But I kept all this to myself, and she went off to college. Her absence made my heart grow fonder.
Candace is back from college for the summer, and she and her friend Katie are coming over to my pool. About mid-afternoon, the doorbell rings and I welcome the girls in. We are all thirsty from the summer humidity and heat, and the strawberry daiquiris hit the spot. Sitting on the edge of then pool with our feet dangling, we chat as Candace enthusiastically tells us about her first year of college, the classmates, the dates she has had, the exposure to the social life of college.
I notice that Katie is teasing Candace and playing a bit of footsie under the water. Both girls have another daiquiri; their conversation becomes more lively. I cannot quite hear what Katie says to Candace, but their tops come off simultaneously. This was more than I had expected on their first visit. "Be still, my racing heart," I tell myself while admiring their young forms. Katie, 5-7 and slim, with probably 35 Bs ,while Candace is a bit of a fuller figure, with 36 Cs. Oh, how nice young titties look. "Girls, do you mind it I join you?" I ask before shedding my own top.
We all hop in the water to cool off, and we kind of check out each other, to see whose have more buoyancy. My middle forties 36Ds benefit from the water, and Katie eyes both Candace and me. We toss a frisbee back and forth, and I admire the energy of youth as they jump and stretch to grab it. It is more than admiration as I feel the urge well up deep with me, watching the bouncing, jiggling flesh.
Another round of daiquiris and we are soon more relaxed. Katie catches me looking at her several times and our eyes soon meet, with "the look" being shared between us. When Candace goes inside to pee, I ask "Katie, may I kiss you?" and she answers by opening her lips slightly and moves towards me.