I'm a dog, no question about it... I'm not proud of it and my transgressions do bother me, so I know my moral compass isn't totally busted, it just isn't very true to honest bearings I guess.
Summer in Texas is unsurprisingly hot, but come August it can be downright oppressive! So, on most weekends the obvious pastime is soaking in a pool or swimming hole with a cooler full of ice cold adult beverages, and last weekend was just like the weekend before, and the weekend before that in that aspect. My wife and I filled up our cooler with beer and hard seltzers and walked down to the pool in our apartment complex.
When we reached the pool we found that most of the usual weekend warriors were already there in the water drinking, listening to music and engaging in friendly banter as they floated listlessly around the large resort style pool. We greeted the few people we knew and claimed a couple of empty loungers to set-up on. I grabbed two cold seltzers from the ice and slid the cooler under the shade of my pool chair. I handed my wife Venessa ("V" as her friends called her) one of the cans as I stretched my sun-bleached T-shirt up and off my back. I had only been outside in the 103 degree heat for a few moments but sweat was already rolling off my chest and trailing down to the waistband of my swim trunks. As a 40 something guy I didn't have the fittest toned chest as some of these gym-rat young guys, no six-pack stomach or ripped biceps, but I wasn't a slob by any stretch either, I was lean and healthy and in fact for my age I was in way better shape than most of my friends who had long since given up after having kids. A few recent experiences had given me enough confidence to know at least a few younger women found my dark tan and well groomed hairy chest attractive— apparently a lot of younger guys don't realize (or care?) how the simple act of good grooming can add "attraction points" to their look, I cared about my appearance and did what I could to stay looking good, and younger girls seemed to notice.
My wife took a long swig of the watermelon-lime seltzer and slipped off the flowing Bohemian cotton cover-cover up she was wearing. The sun glinted off the sweat and suntan lotion on her tight skin, she rocked a bright yellow halter style bikini, and unlike me, she was in great shape!
We both slipped into the water, and posted up in a shaded corner of the pool. Venessa waved excitedly at a young brunette as she wadded over towards us.
"Hey, you guys! Good to see you again." she chirped
"Hi Riley!" my wife replied
"I was hoping you two would be here this weekend— I'm solo, so I've been feeling a bit out of place."
Riley said as she gave my wife a friendly hug.
"Oh, where is your fiancé, today?" V said quizzingly
"Ugh, he had to go into the office, the end of the month books had to get finished before Monday."
"Oh-man, working on a Saturday, that blows!" I said in sympathy.
"Yeah, it's one of the only job hazards numbers people have in their profession. His company has a July fiscal year and does a deep review of the books every August and he is responsible for tracking P&L point variances ...."
My eyes glazed over and I stopped listening out of total boredom, I honestly couldn't give a fuck what her fiancé did, and I certainly didn't want to spend my weekend talking about it. I smiled at V and gave her a wink as I floated away leaving her caught up in a very dull conversation.
I swam over to another group of people I knew from the apartment complex. Rick, a nice enough guy (yet kind of simple), was desperately chatting up Ava and another woman.
Ava's eyes got wide and the frustrated look on her face quickly turned to a bright smile as she saw me wade up to their group— it was painfully obvious she was over the conversation Rick had caught her up in and any relief was clearly welcomed.
"Hey you!" Ava said as our eyes met.
"Hey Ava— yo, Rick" I said as I nodded in his general direction but not taking my eyes off Ava.
"Howdy Chase" he said back to me, obviously agitated that I was breaking up his monopoly on Ava's time.
"Hey Chase, this is my friend Beth." Ava said, introducing the older woman who was lying on an avocado shaped pool float.
"Nice to meet you Beth." I said as I tipped my drink in her direction.
"Likewise." Beth said as she held up a bottle of Tequila.
"Looks like you could use a proper drink."
Beth said jokingly pointing out my fruity seltzer drink.
"Want a drag?"
Beth asked as she held out the bottle of tequila.
"Sure, why the hell not." I said taking the bottle from her.
I tipped the bottle back and took 2 big gulps of the spicy Mexican elixir.
I followed that with the rest of my seltzer and handed the bottle to Ava. She grabbed the bottle from me and chuckled a sweet adorable little giggle as she struggled to keep her balance on the pink raft she was laying on while sitting up to drink from the bottle.
Fucking Christ, I thought to myself as I my eyes fixated on her firm little ass. My leering stare hidden behind dark sunglasses, drank in her long, dark, toned, wet legs— her muscles flexing as she struggled on the raft causing her ass cheeks to pucker into perfect 'peach' dimples, her swimsuit bottom rode up into the crack of her ass, revealing more and more of her perfect butt— no tan lines to be seen. My eyes slowly moved up the backside of her athletic form. Even this women's back was perfect, her shapely back had long tight muscles that gave way to smooth muscular shoulders, she reminded me of the beach volleyball olympians with her tight form and toned body.
I watched as a trickle of pool water flowed off the ends of her wet long auburn hair and down the sun-kissed chestnut skin of her back. I followed the ribbon of water as it pooled in the small of her back, settling between her two dimples of Venus. What I wouldn't give just to lick that puddle of water up, I thought to myself.
We passed the bottle around and the sun, heat and booze helped loosen up the conversation and lower ambitions.
Eventually my wife made her way over to us to join the lively conversation we had going. She took a few swigs of the tequila and settled into a deep conversation with my pool crush Ava.
I got out of the pool to grab more drinks from the cooler, I tossed a few cold beers over to V, Ava, Rick and Beth. I noticed Riley was now sitting on the ledge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water as she read a book under a wide brimmed straw hat.
I felt badly for her. I knew she was fairly new to the complex and didn't know a lot of people, and her boring straight laced personality wasn't going to help her make many friends. I grabbed a strawberry-mango flavored seltzer from the cooler and borrowed the tequila from Beth and made my way over to this poor wallflower of a girl sitting all alone.
"Hey hun, what ya reading under there?" I said as I snuck up behind her.
Riley craned her head way back to see past the brim of her beach hat, her head came to rest just perfectly between my legs. I was now awkwardly straddling this women's head holding a fruit seltzer, and a bottle of booze.
The outstretch position Riley had taken afforded me a unique vantage point of her lean body. I flashed a friendly smile at her, as my eyes behind my shades started their uncontrolled wandering once again.
A tress of raven black hair fell out from under her hat and flashed across her sun-kissed forehead, down across the right lens of her sunglasses and coming to rest on her full pink pursed lips. Her long neck, elegantly stretched out led my eyes down to the valley of her surprisingly full cleavage. Her nipples were straining erectly against the thin azer blue bikini top she wore. My eyes continued down her tight, flat stomach. Her bikini bottom was cut high, showing off her arched rounded hips which suggestively swayed side-to-side as she gently kicked her outstretched legs in the pool.
Her long shapely legs were splayed slightly enough that I could just make out the outline of what appeared to be very full pussy lips pressed under the tight wet cloth.
Fuck, that's nice I thought to myself as I felt my dick get slightly hard under my swim trunks.
"The Tipping Point, by Gladwell." she said in response
"Huh?" I said,confused by her words as her voice snapped me out of my day dream.
"The Tipping Point. It's the name of the book I'm reading." Riley said holding up the paperback she had in her hand.
"Oh, right. Cool.... Wait, The Tipping Point?" I said confused
"The book about marketing trends?" I asked in near disgust.
"I read that for school several years ago." I regretfully said aloud.
