What a bitch.
That was the sentiment playing in Angela's head as she went up to the pool deck on the roof of her condo building. She had just run into the President of the Homeowner's association- Karen, because of course that was her name- in the elevator. Karen was much too reserved (repressed?) to show any direct disdain for Angela and her "lifestyle", but did an excellent job getting her point across nonetheless. It started with an up and down assessment of Angela's outfit; Karen's prying eyes taking in every inch of her five-foot-something frame, stopping to linger at the ample cleavage spilling from her black and white bikini top. A distinct "tsk" escaped Karen's pursed lips before she plastered on the fakest of smiles. "Angela, dear, how are you?" she sang, the very picture of propriety in her shapeless pantsuit.
"I'm fine, Karen, how are you?" Angela replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the charade. Angela knew how to play the game- pretending she didn't know about Karen's plight to block their condo application, not to mention her subsequent attempts to turn neighbours against them- all because she didn't approve of their "lifestyle"-if she only knew. Luckily Angela and her partner Liane were likeable people, and the neighbours (along with everyone else on the planet) could see through Karen's nonsense. Two of those neighbours, in fact, had become regular play partners in Angela and Liane's open relationship- she wondered what Karen would think about that. Angela bit her tongue as Karen prattled on about who knows what, willing the elevator to speed up. At long last Karen got off on her floor, not before grasping Angela's hand in some sort of white woman handshake. Angela wondered what Karen would say if she knew that Angela's hand was inside her partner a couple of hours ago- and she hadn't washed it.
Determined not to let Karen ruin her afternoon, Angela celebrated a mental victory when she saw the pool deck was completely empty other than a group of 18 year old boys horsing around in the pool. They wouldn't bother her- she had little intention to swim. With Liane at work until dinner, Angela had the whole afternoon to soak in the sun and dive into a good book. She took her time getting situated, carefully laying her towel out on her favourite chair, arranging her water bottle and book. She could feel the eyes of the boys on her and smirked to herself as she recognized Karen's son among them- on summer vacation, about to head off to college. "Let them look," she thought to herself as she bent to take her shorts off, taking a little extra time pulling her bikini bottoms out of her ass.
She wondered what Karen would think of her perfect son perving a lesbian at the pool, and decided to give them something to look at. Poor guy probably hasn't ever seen a woman's body up close, and if his mother had anything to say about it probably wouldn't until he was thirty. She took out her sunscreen, applying a generous amount to her hands and slowly working it onto her legs. She could see the boys whispering to each other out of the corner of her eye, trying to appear as if they weren't watching her every move. She moved her bikini bottoms to the side, exposing each ass cheek as she rubbed the lotion into her skin. Her hands moved to her stomach, the lotion creating a sheen in the sunlight. She untied the halter bikini top, letting it slip down to expose her breast before catching it and covering up.
The boys were silent at this point, haphazardly throwing a football to each other- missing it just as often as it was being caught. She retied her top, rubbing the last of the sunscreen into her face, neck, and shoulders. She turned to the boys, a look of pure innocence on her face. "Could one of you help me do my back?" she asked, internally rolling her eyes at the frantic energy that passed between the friends. They all appeared to be paralyzed, so she further prompted Karen's son. "Cody? Please? It will only take a minute...I don't want to burn."
Cody all but leapt out of the pool, appearing at Angela's side in a heartbeat. She noticed his hands shaking slightly as she put the sunscreen onto his palm, turning her back to him and moving her blonde hair out of the way. "Make sure to get it even," she teased, "if I burn it'll be your fault."
She was surprised at the strength in his hands; for a gangly guy he certainly had potential. He took his time rubbing the lotion into her shoulders, awkwardly trying to navigate around the strings at the back of her suit. "You can untie them if you want," she said nonchalantly, almost able to feel his heart beating through his chest. His friends remained silent, no longer keeping up the charade of playing catch.
Angela felt her top loosen, Cody's shaking hands clumsily pulling at the strings. She modestly held the top in place, careful not to let it fall. She let him rub her long after the sunscreen had absorbed, delighting in the feeling of his strong hands on her back. His hands moved to her lower back, flirting with the top of her ass, dipping his finger between her cheeks a couple of times. She said nothing, letting him have his fun. She had never had much use for men- to her they were more of a source of amusement than anything- but this one was certainly serving his purpose. She finally took a step forward, forcing some distance between them as she retied her top. "Thanks, Cody, that'll be all," she said facetiously. His face flushed, and he quickly retreated into the pool with a splash. Angela could hear his friends teasing him, their tone a mixture of jealousy and awe. Their game of catch resumed as she laid in her chair, taking a sip of water before opening her book.
She read for a while, idly watching the boys play catch. They eventually got out of the pool, drying off and playing cards on one of the tables nearby. She turned onto her stomach, deciding to doze for a while before heading inside to start prepping dinner. The boys got quiet as she adjusted herself, closing her eyes as she listened to their conversation. She could hear one of the boys challenging Cody to something, no doubt teasing him for his earlier grope session. She heard Cody scoff, but then a chair pulled out. Angela kept her eyes close, vaguely curious about what Cody was up to.
He quietly walked toward her; she could tell he was near as she smelled chlorine and heard him breathing. She felt a tug at her bikini string, the one holding her top on. It instantly came loose, exposing her bare back. Cody recoiled as soon as he undid the string, clearly anxious that he may have awakened her. When Angela didn't stir, he went back for the string at her hip. He pulled it loose too, and then the other side. His last act before he scurried back to his pals was to move the fabric off of her ass, fully exposing her.
Angela smiled to herself as she heard the boys giggle, pleased with themselves for having gotten her essentially naked. She didn't mind being on display, and didn't want to bother lecturing them about respect- plus she made sure her ass was covered in sunscreen, so really they were just saving her from tan lines. The boys were quiet, each of them taking in the sight of a naked woman on the pool deck.
