Betty was a childhood friend. A woman married to a coworker of my dad. I was ten, she was twenty-five. In the usual turn of events, our two families spent a lot of time together, at each others homes. So one day, at my house, I came rushing in to use the bathroom, unaware that Betty was visiting. And without a thought burst into the bathroom, just as Betty was stepping out of the shower. Now at my house, the bathroom was always locked when my parents were using it, so I had never seen either naked.
Suddenly, to be standing before a naked woman, was somewhat traumatic, freezing me in my place. Fully expecting the yelling to begin, I was taken aback by Betty's warm smile, as she reached for a towel, and began to pat herself dry. I was transfixed by the sight of her round breasts, slim waist, and the fuzz between her legs. A sight that I had never seen before. In the moments that followed, the vision of her calmly drying herself off, as I watched, was forever engraved in my memory.
Soon the realization, that I was where I did not belong, flashed into my mind, when I heard my mom calling for me. Without a word between us, I tore my eyes from the sight of Betty's body, and fled, expecting trouble to follow when my parents heard of my indiscretion. But Betty never said a word, only to take me aside and tell me it would be our little secret.
A secret we kept forever.
Now as fate often does, my family moved away to another town, and we only occasionally saw Betty and her husband, mostly staying in touch by phone.
Fifteen years pass, and my own career takes me back to the old neighborhood. So one day, without calling ahead, I drop by to see Betty. At first it seemed she didn't recognize me, but soon tears of joy flow down her cheeks at our reunion. She could not believe how much I had changed, all grown up, she said. But I was taken by how little Betty had changed. Still very shapely, more so I thought, as I looked her over as an adult. In a flurry of questions, Betty asked how long I could stay, insisting I stay at her house, and refusing to take no for an answer. Of course I would stay, I wanted to stay, we had a lot of catching up to do. Only when I was settled in my room, did I ask when her husband would be getting home from work. Betty still flush from our reunion, replied that her was out of town on business for the next two weeks, so we would have the weekend to ourselves.
My mind raced at the possibilities, but I knew they were all fantasies, this was an old friend, an older woman, who knew me as a child. She had no fantasies, I was sure, about me. With me unpacked, Betty thought it would be a great idea to have a cookout, out by their swimming pool. A swimming pool? The look on my face must have said it all, bringing a laugh from Betty. They had put in a pool a few years ago, and it was where they spent most of their free time. It was a garden of eden! Betty spent most of her day tending her garden around the pool, creating a scenic wonder. With a fountain at one end, creating a mini waterfall, and vines hanging over the pool, here and there. A lot of work she said, but something she was very proud of. With her prompting, I changed into my swimsuit and ventured out to enjoy the warm sunshine. Stepping into the pool, I was realized it was not cold, but cool to the skin. Swimming into deep water, I felt very refreshed and alive. In no time Betty joined me, after changing into her swimsuit. A bright yellow, very revealing bikini! Her tan was even, and dark. Her figure was a joy to see!
I was glad to be in deep water, least Betty see the raging hard-on she had given me. I stood in water up to my chin, as I watched her come and go, preparing to cook at the grill, with my dick throbbing in my suit. To watch her breasts jiggle so slightly, beneath the triangles of her bikini top, would give me a tiny spasm. To watch her ass move about in her tiny bikini bottoms, was as pleasurable. To stare at the thin cloth, clinging to the mound between her legs, was nearly unbearable. Still I knew it was just my imagination getting carried away, as I lusted for her.
With the evening soon upon us, I had arrived late in the day, it soon began to get dark in the backyard, and darker in the pool.
Watching Betty come and go, and her relaxed state of being, I too began to relax, and my lustful fantasies began to fade. Apparently my face told the story to Betty as well. Pausing in her cooking at the grill, and in the dimness that was the pool, I heard her ask me if I was having a good time. Slowly wading to the side nearest to her, I answered I was having a great time. But a voice I hardly recognized as my own, offered it would be even better, if Betty would not object, if I were to skinny dip! With my arms resting on the pool side, I could not believe I had said such a thing. But Betty only grinned, and said she didn't care if I skinny dipped! With her voice ringing in my ear, I heard myself ask again, if she really didn't mind! Strolling past on her way back into the house, Betty said, "Please, make yourself at home." With a rush of adrenaline, I pulled my suit down and off, and tossed them to the steps of the pool.
Standing in the pool, water up to my neck, I awaited Betty's return, wondering if she would take a look. And she did! Betty strolled to the grill, all the while looking at me in the pool. I don't know how much she could see, in the darkened water, but I was thrilled to have her looking. My dick returned to it's erect form, as I contemplated my next move. Becoming accustomed to Betty's glances, I began to swim a few laps, slowly, letting her see my bare ass. Coming back, I swam a bit more into the shallow end of the pool, nearest the grill, hoping Betty would be able to see better. She looked my way, and a smile flashed across her face, with me grinning back at her. Feeling the need, I swam back to the far end of the pool, on my back, my penis clearly visible. Betty watched intently the whole time! Repeating my backstroke, I slowly swam to the end nearest Betty, hoping she was watching still.
Coming to rest at the shallows, I glanced up to make eye contact with Betty and see her still smiling. It was almost too much! I was letting a childhood friend, a woman fifteen years my senior, see all that I had!
