As she lay by the pool soaking in the sun and working on her tan, Kate had been enjoying the peace and quiet of her backyard. Of course, it was always quiet around the house since she lived alone, but after a hectic week at work, she needed all the solitude she could get. Having a place and time to be alone had been good for her, most of the time, she thought to herself, but it was getting old quick. Being single at thirty-two—divorced at that—was not the life she thought it would be, but it was not her first choice. Sometimes a person has to work with what life gives them. She could doubtless find a man easily—whether she could find one who was sane and who would treat her right was the question. She had tried dating again, nevertheless, she was not into the bar scene.
Kate always enjoyed reading and napping in the sunshine and today had been a good day for that. Remembering her yard was enclosed by solid wooden privacy fence, the thought had hit her that she should sun bathe in the nude, and at one point, she almost gave in to the whim and removed her two-piece swimsuit. No one would have ever known, but she dismissed the idea as being ridiculous. Lying out there by the pool naked would only get her thinking more about sex and that would make her more horny, and she had no prospects for helping her alleviate her horniness as it was—she did not want to add to that frustration.
She had just resolved the question of whether or not to sun herself in the nude and mentally resigned herself to being home alone on another Friday night when a basketball bounced over the fence from the neighbor's driveway and landed in her yard near the pool. Rising up in her chase lounge chair, she saw a young guy slowly open the gate to her back yard.
"Sorry, Ms. Johnson," he called out. "Is it okay if I come get the ball."
It was the son of her next-door neighbors, whom she had evidently not seen in a few years, because he was all but grown.
"Sure, it's okay, come on in. It's over there," she said pointing to the ball.
As he walked in, she removed her sunglasses and cleared her eyes. "Andrew? Is that you?" she asked with a tone of amazement.
"Yeah, it's me," he called back.
Kate stared for a moment as she watched him walk over to retrieve his basketball. He was only wearing shorts and sneakers and his well-toned muscular body was glistening with sweat.
"I almost didn't recognize you," Kate said to him as he picked up the ball.
"Yeah, it's been a while," he responded as he walked over to where she was sitting. "I'm a junior in college now. I don't come home too often. Just thought I would shoot a few hoops like I used to—sorry to disturb you. The ball got away from me."
"No, no, that's okay," she assured him. "You're not disturbing me."
By now she was had put her sunglasses back on so that she could check him out without him seeing her eyes move over his body. She was caught off guard by how the sight of him stirred such shameless feelings in her. As they talked, mentally, she was debating whether or not she should have given in to the urge to sun in the nude and found herself going through erotic scenarios in her mind of what would have happened if he opened the gate and found her naked.
"Pull yourself together," she thought as she chastised herself for thinking such things.
Over the next several minutes they caught up on the events of the last few years since they had lived next door to one another for the last eight years. He had heard about Kate's divorce and told her he was sorry to hear about it, but noted that he never liked her husband anyway. Kate just laughed and agreed he had been a difficult man and was glad to have moved on from that relationship.
"I'm glad you didn't move away," Andrew added, suddenly aware that his only reason for being glad was he "had a thing for her" for as long as he could remember. All he could think to say by way of an explanation for his happiness to have her still there was the feeble sounding comment, "You've always been a good neighbor."
He cringed when he heard himself say that. "How lame," he thought to himself. Of course, he could not say, "I'm glad you didn't move away because I get an erection every time I see you." So, at that point, the conversation fell kind-of flat.
In an attempt to break to sudden awkward silence, Kate blurted out, "You look hot," she said before she thought. To her embarrassment, her lust-filled thoughts had just slipped out!
Before she could say anything else, apparently not noticing her tone, he simply responded, "Yeah, it's hot out here today."
"Whew, that was close," she thought, being relieved he didn't realize she was talking about him. Then further trying to cover her lustful feelings she was afraid were showing, she said, "Why don't you cool off in the pool. Go ahead jump in, it'll feel good."
"Really? Are you sure?" he responded with enthusiasm. "Are you sure you don't mind?"
"I don't mind at all," Kate assured him.
"I'll have to swim in my shorts. Don't have a swimsuit here." He announced as he removed his shoes and socks.
"That will be fine," Kate answered as she continued to check him out.
No sooner had he removed his shoes than he was in the refreshing water swimming about. Kate just sat back and watched, enjoying the company and the scene and indulging in a little fantasizing about Andrew and thinking, she should have just told him to go skinny-dipping. She was just noticing her body becoming stimulated, when her thoughts were interrupted by Andrew calling out to her, suggesting she join him in the pool—to cool off of course.
A bit hesitant at first, she agreed she needed to cool off. She meant it more than one way, but doubted he had a clue. It was inconceivable to her that he would find her the least bit attractive. She was at least ten years older than him and she was no college girl. However, after several minutes in the water, Andrew became more playful than she expected. First, it was just a brush of his body as he moved past her or the brush or touch of his hand as she sat on the edge of the pool while they talked. Innocent enough. Easily explained.
In reality, being in the pool with Kate had been a fantasy of Andrew's. Naturally, his fantasy involved sex. Nevertheless, the more real it became the more bold he felt and the bolder he became the more he was convinced he was smooth enough and man enough to handle this older woman who had been at the center of his dreams for the last several years.
Kate was beginning to realize there was more to his actions than she had thought, especially as she found herself pressed between the side of the pool and his body. He wasn't forcing himself on her, he was actually trying to make it seem like and playful hug, but the unmistakable feel of his erection pressed against her ass ruled out "just playing."
She was actually not offended or upset, but at this point welcomed the attention. She found herself essentially leaning back into him, a reaction which he welcomed by reaching around her waist and embracing her. Then nuzzling her neck, he moved to kissing her shoulder. Kate only cooed with approval which emboldened Andrew and he was soon cupping her firm breasts in his hands. Slowly he massaged them through the top of her swimsuit before slipping it up and freeing her tits. That brought a gasp from her, but not disapproval. Instead, she was focused on the hard cock she had reached back and grabbed hold of just moments before. His shorts were still covering him, but she could easily distinguish its length and girth, and hardness.
Spinning around and facing him, they kissed passionately for just a moment before Andrew confided he had a crush on her for years and had fantasized about doing something like this with her many times. All Kate could say in response was, "We need to go inside." Both laughed and hurried from the pool to her house.
Once in the house, they stripped one another of what clothing they were still wearing—pausing only to grope and kiss one another. Quickly, both were naked and each paused shortly to fully take in the naked form of the other. Andrew's eyes moved over the uncovered curves of Kate's body, mentally comparing it to his masturbatory fantasies—it was more amazing than he imagined. Then reach out his hands he slowly moved his hands over her body, tracing every curve. She was everything he dreamed she would be and more.
Kate, on the other hand, had never thought of Andrew, but now she was consuming every inch of his body—especially his solid erection that boldly stood out as if taunting her to reach for it. Leaning forward she started to kiss him, but suddenly leaned back as if she had just awoken from a dream.
"What am I doing?" she said questioning herself in a tone of disbelief.
Andrew responded with a confused look and the question, "What do you mean?"