It really did start as just a tease, a way to excite myself with a little fun.
About 2 months ago, I was laid off from my job and forced to relocate to another town. I quickly found a job at a tutoring club near the local college. I also found a beautiful house, 3 bedrooms, 2 car garage, and a beautiful backyard pool, for cheap. It came at a discounted rate because it was on, what the town referred to as, Frat Drive. The house was on a secluded corner, surrounded by 8 fraternity houses affiliated with the college.
I leased the house over a lazy summer, mid-July. When I was not at work with the dwindling numbers of college students who were forced to take summer courses, I was lounging by the pool, soaking up the sun through my bikini. I am 43 years old, and a divorcee, so I get the house all to myself, and have only the vaguest of inhibitions about being lazy about the pool. I thoroughly enjoyed the quite nights because of the seclusion. I found at times, mostly Mondays and Tuesdays, that no one was anywhere near my backyard, so I would occasionally, knowing I was alone and hidden by a 7 foot privacy fence, remove my bikini and swim stark naked all night long. I loved the feeling of the water moving around my naked skin. I was relaxed and excited both at the same time, feeling the water move between my 38C tits. Some nights I would sit in the portioned jacuzzi wade pool and let the jets wash over my mound, writhing to multiple orgasms.
Unfortunately, this was the only action I was seeing over the summer; which was about to change.
I got a full 3 weeks of relaxation like this. Working hard with the few students I did get, running 2-3 miles a day, and cooling off in the pool at night. Then the first run of college students began to return. I still had a few nights a week that were quiet, but those lasted only so long. Within 2 weeks, college was back in full force. I was suddenly surrounded by cut, 20 something men, longing for the start of a new year.
One night, I was laying in a lounge chair near the side of the pool, in a barely there white bikini. The sun was setting, and with my shades on, I think I drifted off. When I awoke, the last vestals of sunlight were vanishing. I was slow in coming out of my doze, but I quickly became aware of being watched. I gathered my towel and book, and moved inside. The next day, I inspected my fence and noticed a few small holes that had been drilled about 6 feet up my fence, 12 in all. I worked out that the holes had been there all along, but with the students out for college, I had never noticed. Well, if the boys wanted a show, I would provide.
I began showing off my body, every afternoon until the sun went down. Some days, I would swim or lay by the pool. Other days, I would do my workouts outside. Every Saturday, I would garden, trimming bushes, bending over the tend the flowers, lug the hose around to water plants. Regardless of my activities, I was always in a sheer bikini. I loved the idea of these guys watching my curves move around the yard. I took great measures in bending over in direct line with the fence, either to show off my ample breasts, or the tight ass I worked hard to maintain.
Though my skinny dipping nights were over, I would usually go inside, take a nice bath, and finger myself to explosive orgasms to the thought of the guys doing the same thing.
I did maintain an active social life, but none of my dates seems to go longer than three nights, and never to bed. My nights with the guys kept my love life busy, though I still craved hard meat. I thought I had solved that problem with Brad. He was a doctor at the local medical center and clinic. He was not quite 40, lean and tall, muscular, with dark brown hair, and strong legs. On nights we went dancing, I could always feel his bulge rising on the floor, I loved teasing him. After about a week of seeing him every night, I had decided to invite him home. We were sitting at dinner, in an exclusively dark corner of a restaurant. Suddenly I hear,
"Well hey there Brad." I turned to see a slight, blonde woman, with dagger-shooting eyes. It was Brad's wife, and I never saw him again.
I was so distraught over this, that I drove straight home, stripped off every piece of clothing I had on leaving a path to my back patio, and jumped in the pool. I swam my anger away, feeling the water move over my body, making my nipples hard, and stiffening my clit. After about 20 minutes, I was so excited, I lifted my self into the wading pool, turned on the jets, and rode the wave to a screaming climax.
