One of the advantages of living in my neighborhood was the Olympic size pool with adjoining clubhouse in the center. Yes, we paid for it with fees, but with enough houses paying the rates were rather reasonable. The clubhouse had both a weight room and an aerobic room, a game room with multiple pool tables as well as ping-pong and even some video game rooms, including a VR setup. It also had a snack stand, where drinks, hamburgers and hot dogs, and various snacks were sold to both the pool and the clubhouse. The kitchen was also used for evening dinners when reserved by residents.
I've always been an average swimmer at best, definitely not a fish, but I did enjoy diving, and the pool had both a low and a high dive. So it wasn't too unusual for me on a day off to walk over and spend an hour at the pool. Of course the scenery was always an attraction! Neighborhood women would be on the lounge chairs sunbathing, usually in one piece suits but the more daring ones would be wearing bikinis. There were always one or two that were well worth my time and interest. Unfortunately they would also usually have their kids with them, and it was hard to strike up a conversation with a six-year-old coming up every two minutes to ask for something or demand their attention.
Still, it was always nice to watch and store up some memories for later. I was never one for lying in the sun, so I'd walk over, swim for about an hour, then get a burger or hot dog and eat under an umbrella at one of the tables. I was just unwrapping my snack when I saw her come out of the clubhouse. She was a brunette, with permed hair down to her shoulders, wearing a white silk wraparound that clung to her rather nice curves, gold hoop earrings and bracelets, a wedding and engagement ring set, and sandals. She walked over to an unoccupied chair, spread her blanket out, then undid the wraparound and my jaw dropped to the ground! She was wearing a small blue bikini that clung precariously to her rather dangerous curves. The two triangles up top covered only part of a very nice set of D-cups, that appeared to still be rather firm, and the bottom triangle clung close enough I imagined I could see her cameltoe. She may not be a classic beauty, but she had a body on her that was holding up very well.
I guessed her age at late forties. Her hands had that noticeable lack of smoothness on the back of them that portrayed older women, along with her forearms. But it was obvious she believed in exercise, since she was very toned all over, without obvious muscles. Her body also had a nice, even tan. This was a woman who took care of herself. She was about five foot seven, and maybe a hundred thirty pounds. Not quite slender, but definitely in excellent shape. I was wearing sunglasses, so my appreciation of her wasn't totally obvious. I ate my lunch slowly, watching with increasing lust as she carefully spread tanning lotion across the front of her body. It would have been so nice to have my hands doing the spreading!
Soon she had finished, and I watched as she carefully lay down on her back, and put on a pair of dark sunglasses. I noted the absence of children, and wondered just how to meet her. It would probably appear creepy to just walk up and start talking. I didn't even know her name or where to begin to have a conversation, and I had a feeling a classy lady like this would laugh, and not in a good way, at any kind of cheesy opening line. After a few minutes, with nothing coming to mind, I shrugged my shoulders and gathered up my own things. She was not the first, nor would she be the last I had observed without approaching. I did note what time she got there, and decided to come tomorrow at the same time. She might be a regular.
The next day I was walking towards the pool when I saw her pull up in the parking lot up front. Yep, she was a regular, getting here about the same time as yesterday. She was driving a very expensive white SUV with the same large, oversize sunglasses on. She was wearing the same silk wraparound, but today she wore a pair of cork sandals with a two-inch heel on them that showed off her beautiful tanned legs to perfection. I was only a few feet behind her as she went inside, and I was treated to a view of that gorgeous tight ass of hers, and noted the rather dangerous swings back and forth. This woman was as hot as a Florida summer, and I wondered just how to meet up with her.
When I went in I made sure to claim a lounge chair near, but not next to her. There was an art to this, and one of the first rules was something my dad had taught me when fishing. Don't throw the bait in their face, but troll it and see if they're interested. I took off my shirt and dropped my towel and my own sunglasses, then swam a few laps in the shallow end to cool off and get used to the water. I then swam to the deep end, got out, and took my first dive of the day off the low board.
As I said, I'm not a swimmer, so these were just average dives. I didn't even use the springboard to get any height. I would just dive in and try to make as much distance underwater as I could. I did this for about thirty minutes and I noted that I'd seen her head move a few times as if she was watching me. She was wearing the same sexy blue bikini as yesterday. I decided to see if there was any interest and walked over to the chair and sat down. Again, I could feel her eyes on me but that was all. I decided to take a chance.
I looked over and said simply, "Hello." Now she could reply or ignore me.
"Hello." She had a light, pleasant voice that did not appear to be upset.
I smiled to myself. "Sure is a beautiful day."
"Yes, it is." She took off her sunglasses. "I saw you here yesterday. Are you new to the neighborhood?"
Even better, she had noticed me. "Yes I am. Moved in a few weeks ago."
"How are you and your wife enjoying it?" Bingo! She was interested. This was getting better and better!
"Oh, I'm not married. I'm single and enjoy it."
"Oh..." She hesitated for a second. She might have intended to do a little harmless flirting with an unknown married male (i.e. safe) but now she was venturing into unknown territory.
"My name's William."
"Tammy."
"What do you do for a living, Tammy?"
"I'm a stewardess. They call us flight attendants now but I'm old school. And you?"
"I'm a firefighter for the city."
She sat up a little straighter at that one. "That's a dangerous job."
"It can be."
"Well, thank you for your service."
"I just do a job, same as you."
"I think yours is much more dangerous than mine. I just hand out meals and drinks and deal with unruly passengers."
I grinned, and looked at her with a slight leer. "I don't know, I've heard some of those unruly passengers can also be octopuses!"
She laughed. "I must admit, I've had a few of them put their hands where they have no right to be!"
I looked at her and smiled. "Of course, as pretty as you are, I can't really blame them." Time to find out what game we were playing here.
She blushed and looked down for a minute. "Thank you, but I don't think at my age that's quite true anymore."
"I think age is just a number, and you look much better than some of these young girls I see today."
"I must admit I can't argue with that. I just hate this new style of tattoos everywhere. I just think they look trashy."
I made a show of ogling her, causing Tammy to giggle. "No, don't see any on you!"
Lowering her voice, she said, "They may be somewhere you can't see."
I acting like I was getting up, saying "Let's find out," and she made a show of scooting back.
"I don't think so, not with someone I've just met!" She heaved a sigh. "Besides, I'm sure my husband wouldn't approve either."
"Oh?"
