Every year my sister and brother-in-law have a 4th of July party at their house in Raleigh, NC. It is typically an all day affair with tons of drinking, eating, and swimming in their backyard pool. This year was no exception and I had no other plans so I joined them.
I arrived around 10am and threw the baseball with my nephews in the front yard as neighborhood guests started trickling in. Their next door neighbors are a middle aged couple with one teenaged son. The mother, Dianne, is an extremely well built woman who likes to show it off. She is also really loud and is always throwing out comments full of sexual innuendo. Her husband puts up with it but clearly gets a little embarrassed and her son stays as far away as possible.
Being 24 years old, fairly good looking and in good shape, Dianne never wasted a moment to tease me about my girlfriends and generally try to embarrass me with a steady stream of comments. When I had been around her before I took the ribbing and sometimes after a few beers would playfully return a few jabs.
On this day the beer drinking started around noon and by 2pm I was floating in the pool with another beer feeling pretty good about all the good looking moms running around. Some of them were sporting bikinis and giving me a very enjoyable view. Dianne wore a yellow bikini herself but covered the bottom with a short swim skirt. Her boobs stood out a little too perfectly and were a little too large to be real and she was obviously very proud of them. Dianne was tall, at least 5 feet 9 inches, and while she was not over weight at all she was a strong woman weighing in around 150 lbs.
Her husband and son left to play in a golf tournament in Goldsboro and would not be back until late that evening. Their departure seemed to free Dianne to start the smack talk and I was her first target.
"How bout another beer Bobby or have you reached the limit for your age?" She teasingly yelled across the pool to me.
"If it comes with a hot older woman in a yellow bikini I think I will take one." I fired back with a grin.
"Paddle on over or I will throw it at your head." She responded with a laugh.
When I floated over to the side she walked over with my beer and squatted down to hand it to me. Before she gave it to me she knocked back a swig claiming that I might get too drunk if I had a full twelve ounces. Her crotch was only a couple of feet from my face and her squatting position gave me a great view of her bikini bulge. Her strong legs had obviously done a great deal of time in the gym. She was well toned and had great skin accentuated by a nice tan.
"Thanks hon," I said nonchalantly, "I will let you know when I need another."
Dianne stood up and kicked water on me as she walked away grinning.
I noticed that Dianne was pounding beers which was not unusual. She liked to keep them flowing and with each beer she became more and more bold with her comments. She got in the pool to bring me my next beer. I was on the raft which was more of a floating lounge chair and was talking to my sister who was standing beside me in the pool. We were in about four feet of water when Dianne came over and handed me a cold one.
"Better not drink too much." She said as she handed it to me.
"Why not?" I replied. "I can get as drunk as I want and sleep on my sister's couch if I need to."
"I just wouldn't want you to lose those abs." Dianne responded with a sly grin.
"You like them do you?" I said teasingly.
"I have not been this close to a set like that since the bachelorette party I went to a couple of months ago." She replied coyly.
"I hope you were on your best behavior." I responded.
"He kept his shorts on. It was terribly disappointing." She said with a fake sigh.
Dianne then ran her hand over my abs from my chest to the top of my shorts and commented that abs like mine come from some hard work in the gym.
"Enjoy it Bobby because when you get to my age it takes a whole lot of hard work in the gym just to keep the flab monster away." Dianne remarked.
"You do pretty well I must say." I responded with a tip of my beer. We toasted each others bodies and kept on drinking.
The three of us chatted and I eventually offered to get us all more beers. When I returned I offered the float to either of them. My sister declined but Dianne said she would take it. She handed me her beer and tried to jump up on the float. It did not do well as she kept sliding back off.
"Here, let me help." I said as I handed our beers to my sister.
"Don't put your hands anywhere you shouldn't while your sister is watching." Dianne said playfully.
I reached both arms behind her and lifted her up and onto the float. She positioned herself and our conversation continued. I was leaning against the side of the float and took every opportunity to get a good look at all of Dianne. Her nipples were rock hard and I could tell that her pussy was not clean shaven. When water sloshed over her bikini bottoms I could see the darkness of her bush show through the thin material. I was aroused in a voyeuristic way. I thought the best I could hope for on this day was a good view and perhaps a cheap feel or two. I was wrong.
A tray of Jell-O shots was passed around the pool and both Dianne and I had a few. The party was in full swing with my brother-in-law on the grill and the music pumping from the outdoor stereo. The comments kept flowing and I kept getting an eyeful of her voluptuous body. My sister offered to get the next round of beers and while she was away our conversation got even more suggestive.
Dianne opened with a startling and embarrassing comment. "Your sunglasses don't hide where you are looking Bobby."
I was a little flustered but managed to spit out, "Well I will try to control myself but you are nice to look at."
"No worries." She said with a teasing tone. "I am flattered that a man of your age would pay me so much attention."
"So you don't mind if I continue?" I said boldly.
"Not at all but you might want to be less obvious when your sister is around." She said as she winked at me over her shades. "And now I am going to excuse myself and visit the powder room." As she exited the pool I could tell that the beer and shots were really affecting her. She was not stumbling but she had the loose, swaying walk of someone who is drunk.
When she returned from the restroom she visited with my brother-in-law by the grill and did her best to ignore me. I saw her do a couple of more Jell-O shots and she continued to swill her beer. Eventually she got back in the pool and came back to hang with me and my sister. My sister declined getting on the float on the float and Dianne again volunteered to get on.
"I will need help from Prince Charming here." She said to my sister. "I am approaching a level of inebriation where climbing on a float will be less than lady-like."
Again I reached behind her but this time made no attempt to keep my hands off her ass. She did not fight it and I got the feeling that she was too drunk to either notice or care. I lifted her on to the float and once again enjoyed the view. I was careful not to let me sister see when I was looking at Dianne but I was drunk enough not to really care.
My sister informed us that many of the neighborhood families would be leaving shortly to go to a baseball skills competition run by the local league. Basically everyone who had boys would be off to watch a homerun derby, base running and throwing competition. She told us and others to stay until they returned.
Within the hour most of the party had left leaving only a few younger couples who did not have kids. I did not know any of them and neither did Dianne. This and the free flowing alcohol freed up the conversation quite a bit.
"I think you are having trouble handling your liquor." I said.
"I could drink you under the table any day." She boasted.
This was quite a statement from a woman who was 4 inches shorter and 50 lbs lighter than me but I was enjoying our playful banter.
"I am not sure your husband would approve of you tying on a big one with some young stud half your age." I replied knowing I was taking a risk.
"Then perhaps he should be here to supervise me." Dianne responded with a wink.
I went to fetch us two more beers and when I got back to the float Dianne had four Jell-O shots waiting for us. We knocked them back and as we talked, two couples at the other end of the pool began chicken fighting.
"Come on." Dianne said. "Let's get in on this."
We shot down to that end of the pool and within seconds Dianne was perched on my shoulders as we fought the other two couples. I loved the feeling of her thighs wrapped around my neck. We won after a couple of minutes of grappling and I sunk under the water to let her off my shoulders. As I pushed her over my head I made no attempt to keep my hands off of her ass.
I moved her over to the side of the pool to get our beers and she was clearly very drunk. She was still laughing about the chicken fight when I said, "I bet it has been a few years since you did that. I was a little worried someone's top was going to get ripped off."
