My father in law, Frank, came to live with us two years after his wife died. He said he just had too many memories at his home, and would love to have more company, so he sold his place and moved into our pool house.
It was nice for me as well, since my husband is gone so much. I adored Franks company. He has always acted more like a buddy than an in law. He was always coming up with crazy ideas and fun stuff to do, and liked to let loose as much as I did.
Frank spent most of his days on the golf course when the weather was nice. We would usually have breakfast together since we were both early risers, then he'd head out to the club while I lounged by our pool.
On this particular day, Frank was already gone when I awoke. I walked down stairs to the kitchen and found a note
"Sara, had to run early to beat the heat. Enjoy your breakfast.
Love Dad"
There was a bowl of cut fruit and a mini bottle of Champagne in the fridge with a smiley face note. I grinned as I sat down with my breakfast, thinking about how his wife must have been treated like a queen when they were together . It made me sad for a split second, but then I realized that Frank needed to be able to do little gestures like this to feel normal, so it was good for us both.
I turned on the weather channel as I ate and it was already 80 degrees at 9:00 am, so I finished up and went upstairs. I began going through my bikinis, searching for my newest. It was a skimpy little black side tie bikini, with a skimpier top that basically just barely covered my breasts. Top size never really mattered to me at home, since I rarely wore one unless we had company.
After finding the bottoms, I searched for the top but couldn't seem to find it anywhere. I figured I could go without it until at least 1:00 since Frank was rarely ever home before 2:00. I brought a white tank top down with me, just in case I needed to cover up, and headed out to the pool.
There was a nice breeze blowing through the yard, which gave some relief from the hot sun. As I laid there, I closed my eyes listening to the birds chirping and leaves rustling in the trees and eventually fell asleep. I awoke to the sound of a splash. A little disoriented, I sat up and saw Frank swimming across the pool. As I looked to my left, there was a glass of Champagne and a tray of cheese that he had set out for me.
I sat up to put my tank top on and realized that I had left it on the glass table by the door. I only had a moment to decide if I was going to stand up and retrieve it or just stay topless. He had already seen me, but it just didn't seem right so I hopped up with my arm covering my breasts and quickly walked to my top.
Frank stood up in the shallow end of the pool and made eye contact with me just as I was pulling my tank top over my head. I had to take a second to focus on him because I was sure that he was naked.
"Frank, honey, are my eyes playing tricks on me or are you naked in there?" I asked.
"I had a hell of a day, my dear," Frank called out with a laugh. "Shot the best game of my life and had a few drinks to celebrate."
Looking down, I saw an open bottle of Irish whiskey on the table. That explained his crazy behavior. Frank is like me, whiskey makes him a little wild. I put my sunglasses back on and went to retrieve my glass of champagne as Frank continued to swim around the pool. Sitting at the glass table in the shade, I couldn't help but watch him. He was built very well for a man his age.
Noticing that he had left his towel on one of the chairs, I tossed it to the edge of the pool just in case he began to feel modest. I pretended not to watch as he lifted himself out it the pool, taking his time as he toweled off before wrapping it around his hips. He had the grin of a guilty man as he strolled over to pick up the cheese plate and join me in the shade.
Frank sat down in the chair beside me and poured himself another glass of whiskey and raised the bottle to me as if to ask if I wanted any.
"No thanks, dad, it's a bit early for that." I said with a wink.
"Well, not too early for this though," he said as he poured the last of the Champagne into my glass.
We sat there and chatted for an hour or so. As Frank slowly finished several more drinks, he began teasing me about being topless earlier. His charm, flirting and the Champagne all had me feeling like a school girl again. I could feel my cheeks turning red every now and then as he continued laying on the compliments.
"Yes, my dear Sara," he said, "when i first walked back here, I thought Victoria's Secret had lost one of their angels."
I had to roll my eyes at him, but was unable to stop smiling as I shook my head.
"This heat is really something," Frank said, "what do you say we go for a dip?"
He stood up and just let his loose towel fall from his hips as he walked to the edge of the pool, turning quickly to flash me before jumping in. I couldn't believe his behavior, well that's not exactly true, I couldn't believe this was actually happening. He had always been pretty wild but this was almost too far, even for him. Frank often made comments about the way I looked, or complimented me, but I always took it as part of his charm. Today, Frank was acting like a different person. He was acting like a man on the prowl.
"Come on in, Sara, the water feels great," he said as I watched him floating on his back. "And bring me my drink, would ya doll?"
He was right, the heat was almost unbearable today, so I picked up his glass and brought it to the edge of the pool, setting it down. I placed my Champagne beside it, stood up and had to decide if I was going to follow his lead and go topless or not. There wasn't really any point in swimming with my tank top on. It was so thin that the humidity had already begun making it see through.
"Ah, fuck it." I said to myself.
Frank watched me as I pulled my tank top over my head, and gave a little whistle as I bent over to place it beside our drinks. That uncontrollable smile crept across my lips again so I winked at him as I dove in. I had the feeling he was disappointed I didn't take off my bikini bottoms, but I was only willing to go so far with this game he was playing.
For the next hour, we swam and drank and acted normal, besides being naked. When we had enough sun and water, we both went back to our chairs in the shade, except this time Frank didn't wrap his towel around himself, he just laid it across his chair. I hadn't brought a towel down and didn't see much point in putting my top back on so I stayed topless.
I still had my sunglasses on, because at this point I couldn't help but stare at Franks nakedness. They say that some aspects of heredity skip a generation or two. This was definitely the case with Frank and my husband. Frank had something special in his DNA and he knew it. I wondered if that was one of the reasons why he was showing himself off. He obviously had lost all inhibitions and I think he was doing it to mess with me.
The awkwardness of my situation began to fade by this point. We were just two good friends who happened to be naked. Well, Frank was, i still had my bikini bottoms on. I decided that since I was done laying out, I'd go put something on and hang up my bikini. I guess I was trying to at least pretend that I was going to be a good girl, despite Franks craziness.
"I have to rinse the chlorine out of these, but I'll be back." I told him.
Finishing my Champagne as I stood up, Frank watched me with a sly grin on his face. I had to fight the urge to smile as he looked at me, his piercing gaze seeming to devour me. My heart was beating a little fast as I walked inside, straight up the stairs and into my room. After stripping off my bottoms, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror for a moment, admiring the tan I had developed. The white triangle of skin covering my pussy was so bright in contrast to my tan stomach, breasts and thighs.
My mind began to wander as i stood there and had to snap myself out of it. I picked up a cute little flimsy summer dress and pulled it over my head before heading back downstairs. I could hear Frank on his phone, still outside as I walked into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of wine and opened a beer for him just as he walked in.
I was facing the sink when he came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the side of my neck. I froze, almost in shock as I waited for him to make a joke and laugh. His kiss lingered for a moment and I distinctly felt the tip of his tongue on my skin.
"That was your husband I was talking to on the phone. He asked me to give you a kiss from him." He said in a whisper.
I stood still, silent except for the sound of my breathing. Frank still had his arms around me, with my arms pinned to my side as he kissed my neck once more. A soft gasp escaped my lips, followed by a whisper of a moan. It was completely involuntary and I almost didn't realize I had done it, until I heard it.
There was no denying that his actions had put me in a highly arroused state. The heat of his body came through the thin cotton dress as though our naked bodies were pressed together. Franks hands slid down my arms and he interlocked his fingers with mine, then slowly ran our hands up over my sides.
When my hands reached my breasts, Frank kissed the side of my neck again. At this point I realized that the thin fabric of my dress was caught in between our fingers, causing my dress to be pulled up to just above my belly button. He pressed his body against my naked skin, his cock nestled up against my lower back just above my tattoo.
I felt my knees trembling and leaned forward to steady myself against the counter as our hands started to slowly knead my breasts. Frank began trailing his tongue along my shoulder, whispering.
"Is this how he used to kiss you, before he started ignoring you?" Frank whispered.
" He asked me to give you a kiss from him, I want to make sure I'm doing it right." Franks voice was low and calm.
