I had the strangest sensation I was being watched. Not icky, like scary watched. More like admired. Some weird Mom sixth sense just told me that someone's focus was on me. Totally.
It was a warm day and I'd just gotten home from running to the grocery store, had stopped to grab the mail and was now putting everything away. The kids were at camp for the next two weeks and I could rest for a minute after all the packing, driving and logistics of getting them there and settled. I couldn't believe I had the rest of the day to myself. That never happened.
The sun was out and I made the executive decision to blow off the four loads of laundry and other assorted chores for a little me-time. I'll live with the guilt; it'll be hard for sure, but I'll manage.
Stripping off my ribbed tank top and yoga pants, I walked naked into the laundry room and tossed them into the hamper. Walking back into the bedroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored closet door and realized I'm as white as a ghost! Holy crap – middle of summer and I look like a Minnesota tourist.
Pulling out my kid approved black one piece suit, I hesitated a minute and then decided "what the hell, no one's going to see me" and grabbed my itty bitty string bikini. The one that I'd never, ever wear in public. Even wearing it around our pool in the backyard brought groans of embarrassment from the peanut gallery. Whatever.
Usually I don't worry too much about how I look. On the slender side, I was only 5'4 but I had a nice 36C rack. Belly slightly curved after two kids – the kind of softness that no amount of crunches will ever get rid of. Longish auburn hair in a pony most days and hazel eyes that had crinkles in the corners from smiling too much. Not that I'd felt much like smiling in a long time.
Pulling on the bottoms, I adjusted the string bows over each hip a little more securely. Was there more of me than the last time I wore this? Hmmmm. Oh well, my mother always said 'tan fat is better than white fat – don't believe me? Check out a pork chop.' I bent over and checked out my rear view. Not too bad, I told myself as I grinned at my reflection. Grabbing one of the beach towels out of the closet, my ear buds, phone and iPad, I headed out back.
It took me a few minutes to get situated and then I realized that I'd forgotten my suntan oil and I might as well bring a drink with being as hot as it was. I left my things on the chaise lounge and walked back into the coolness of the kitchen with that vaguely uncertain feeling again that I was being watched.
Throwing some ice into a tall glass, I added lemonade and then feeling a little naughty, a double shot of Absolute Citron. What the hell, I deserve it, I thought. Eighteen months after the divorce, the kids are finally accepting the change and I'm finally able to take a break from worrying about their mental state and worry a little about my own.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt feminine or desired. I tried to remember the last time I'd had sex, had to expand it to 'even with myself' and drew a blank. Oh my. Well, here's my chance to maybe get my sexy back. I had a trash novel loaded on my iPad that was just calling my name. Maybe I could lose myself in someone else's fantasy life for the afternoon, since I hadn't had much luck even buying one of my own.
I stretched out and got myself all nicely oiled up. I'll worry about the backside later, I thought as I tried to balance my iPad in a position so the sun's glare wasn't an issue. The story was crap, just a thinly veiled excuse to have a hot monkey sex scene every 7-10 pages. "Relax, I told myself, you're not a critic for the Times – just enjoy the sex part and stop overanalyzing the rest."
Actually, it's not half bad. I wiggled a little and felt the old tickle invade my pussy. Thank God. For a minute there I thought I was broken. I giggled and leaned over to take another sip of my drink. Sucking an ice cube into my mouth, I rolled it around for a few seconds and then popped it into my fingers.
Dragging it down my throat and across my chest, it left little trails of cool water on my skin. Feeling a little naughty, I dragged it across my nipples and then circled again watching them bead up and swell, pushing against the triangles of my top. Good, those were still working.
There wasn't too much left, but as I let the cube slip from my fingers, it landed on my belly and slithered into the band of my bottoms.
Fingers still cool, I kept my eyes closed and followed the water drop into my bikini bottoms, swirling around my clit and then lower opening my warm pussy lips. The sun was so hot and the shock of my cool fingers was producing lovely little shivers inside me.
One finger, then two entered my swollen, hot pussy. I could feel the juices rising as I thought about the male character in the story and what he did over and over to the female lead. I twisted a little on the lounge chair and sprawled a little more, thighs opening wider in the sun.
Harder and faster, my hand moved over my open slit. My right hand moved up and I drew the pad of my thumb and forefinger over my nipple, pulling gently before realizing how very good that felt. So I pulled a little harder and added a pinch.
I heard myself moan and then a similar sound that didn't come from me. Startled, I opened my eyes and looked all around, but I was alone. Shit.
I jumped all of a sudden when I heard the unmistakable sputter and catch of a lawn mower engine and scrambling up, took a running dive into the pool. Jesus, that was close. Better I should cool off and attend to business in private. The water was brisk and I did a few laps trying to bring myself back around but having a hard time thinking about anything but how very good it had felt to let go.
Getting out, I decided to peek over the fence separating our yard from the neighbors and that's when I caught site of the Parker's son Luke. Must be home from college, though I thought his mother had said he had a job that would keep him upstate over the summer. But here he was and damn he looked good.
I watched him walk back and forth in neat, tidy rows taking the grass down to a smooth green carpet. Light brown shaggy hair, that I remembered as tow-headed when he was younger. Lightly muscled chest bare, he just had on a pair of khaki cargo shorts and sneakers. I watched the way his back flexed as he pushed the mower and admired the tightness of his ass cheeks faintly visible in the shorts. Oh my.
All of a sudden he finished the row and swung around heading straight towards me – he looked up for a second and must've caught a glimpse of my head above the wooden privacy fence. He stopped and turned off the mower. Busted.
Oh shit; "hey Luke, I called over the fence, I didn't realize you were home."
He walked over to the fence separating us and leaned against it.
"Hey, Mrs. G. - yeah came home for a couple of weeks to try and earn a few bucks. My internship doesn't start until the first of next month." he said in a voice much deeper than what I last recall.
Maybe it was the unexpectedness of my appearance, but Luke looked really uncomfortable and wasn't meeting my eyes directly. Then I realized I was standing there talking to him in what amounted to less than square foot of material. Wow.
"Well, hey – you're bound to pick up a bunch of odd jobs around here if you're interested," I started to say. Then I realized he wasn't just not looking me in the eyes, he was looking at all of me. I could feel his stare burning over me. My nipples hardened and poked at my top. That warmth that the pool managed to douse started to rekindle.
He wasn't shy about his perusal now that we were face to face and I was having a hard time meeting his eyes when all I wanted to do was follow that trail of fine blonde fur that was snaking across a six pack the likes of which I hadn't seen up close in... years. Follow it right into the top of those shorts that suddenly seemed to have a hard time containing Luke.
I swallowed and jerked my eyes up. "Um, I'm going to get back to my book, but feel free to jump the fence when you're done and take a swim. It's hot as hell out here and I think I may have a lead or two for you on some people who might, uh... need some help while you're here."
