I live in a quiet neighborhood in a small Midwestern town. Last summer, a newlywed couple moved in two houses down our tree-lined street. The typical young couple, nice kids. The woman, Kelly, is 22 years old, about 5'8", maybe 115 pounds, golden blond hair down to her waist, and a fantastic body. She was a beauty queen two years ago, and is very friendly and down to earth. Her husband works long hours. I was talking to her earlier in the spring, and gave her a standing invitation to come over and use our pool and deck anytime she wanted.
One day last month, I was at home early in the afternoon, my wife had just left for work, and I was going to be home alone for the rest of the day. I had some computer work to do, so I was in there at the keyboard, when someone knocked at the back door.
It was Kelly, wearing a white terrycloth beach jacket, and a yellow polka dot bikini, and carrying a large mesh bag full of beach stuff. She asked if it was ok for her to use the deck to sun herself, and maybe get in the pool too. I said sure, you're welcome anytime, and let her in the back door.
She smiled, and I melted. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She looked even better up close, her skin was flawless, her tan perfect, her honey-blond hair long and straight, she could easily have been a model or a movie star. The bikini top could barely contain her breasts; they are large for her body size, perfectly rounded and firm. Her nipples tried to poke through the cloth.
I brought her into the kitchen, and showed her where the bathroom was, and told her to please feel free to help herself to the wine coolers in the fridge, then showed her the door off the kitchen going out to the deck. She let me get her a wine cooler to get started with. She settled herself in on the deck, and as she began to lay out her towel to lay on, I went back in, and told her to let me know if there is anything she needed, and again to help herself to the fridge.
As she bent over to spread out her towel, I got a perfect view of her firm ass, her long slim thighs, her long hair hanging down, her back stretched out in front of me. She turned and lay back on the towel, and there were her thighs, long, slim, smooth, and firm, all the way up to the mound between her legs. I could imagine my hands or lips there...
Back in the computer room, I got back to work, as I thought about that beautiful young body out there on my deck. Soon I heard the deck door open, then the fridge, and the clank of a wine cooler bottle. In the next hour or so, she had been in and out about 5 or 6 times, once stopping in the bathroom. I was glad she felt comfortable enough to help herself like that.
The next time I heard the deck door open, she walked in to the computer room, and was apparently just a bit drunk. She was wearing only the bikini, no shoes, and no robe. She walked over to the chair where I was sitting, and asked me what I was working on. She moved close, her thigh touching my arm as it rested on the chair arm. I explained the project to her, and as she asked more questions, I answered each one, and she placed her right hand comfortably on my shoulder, in what was natural movement.
She began to move her thigh back and forth, only a slight movement, rubbing along my arm, rotating her hips slightly. I continued talking, explaining what I was doing, and she kept asking questions. Her hand moved to my neck, caressing the hair on the back of my head, and soon she was running her fingers through my hair as if we were old lovers. She kept on talking as if nothing were happening.
I took my que, and moved my left arm, placing my hand on the inside of her thigh, just above the knee, I began moving my hand in small circles, as she continued to ask questions, and I answered her. My hand was slowly working up the inside of her thigh. I was amazed at how petite she was, when I spread my fingers, I could reach over halfway around her thigh. She was soft and warm, yet her young muscles were firm beneath the soft surface of her smooth skin.
I could not believe this young beautiful woman was letting me touch her so intimately. I assumed it was because of her intoxicated condition, and I wasn't about to miss the chance.
She stood there, quietly for a moment, and then she said, "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
Somewhat taken aback, I answered, "please feel free to ask anything you like, no problem,β My hand continued caressing her inner thigh.
Then she said, "well, I, uh, I wondered how often you and your wife make love, that you both uh, 'get there', you know what I mean?"
I said, "Oh, you mean have an orgasm?"
She said, blushing, "yeah, that's what I mean"
I said, "Hey, it's ok to talk about it, no problem at all, no need to feel uncomfortable about it. It's a natural thing, people do it all the time, and they should talk about it more often, like we are doing now"
I went on, "and to answer your question, almost every time, but not alwaysβ My hand was kneading and pinching her soft inner thigh, only inches below her pussy.
She said, "well, the reason I was asking is that my husband and I make love almost every day, and I'm not getting very much out of it, if you know what I mean."
"It just doesn't happen for me every time, not very often at all."
"Actually, hardly ever, and I don't know why not."
"I was hoping that if I could talk to someone with more experience, like you, for example, maybe you could teach me what I can do differently, and maybe teach me some things my husband could do, that would help me."
"This is just between you and me isn't it? Would you mind helping?"
I said, "I'm happy to do whatever I can to help, please don't worry about it, ok?
She nodded.