Here is part 2 of 4, hope you enjoy!
—————————————————–
Like A Good Neighbor, Part II – Pool Time
Almost two weeks had passed since that day and I barely saw the Densmores at all in that time. No angry phone calls from Al and Megan so it looked like Nat had kept things in my car to herself. I had just gotten another quick gig that required a lot of time and a quick turnaround so I was pretty much in lockdown in the office the entire time anyway. As I focused on work my thoughts of Natalie faded. I chalked up my stroke session to a passing fit of horniness brought on by the sight of a young body. Nothing more. Sarah and I even had a great round of sex the night she came home, which also helped to take my mind off of things. Truthfully, I was grateful that it had passed.
Sarah had once again left on a business trip but my project was wrapping up, so I decided to reward myself with a cocktail and some pool time. Normally I would have a beer or margarita, but Sarah and I had been experimenting with rums so I decided to go all out and made myself a Mai-Tai, minus the umbrella, and walked out the sliding door to the patio and our pool. It had been a while since I had used it and it was in need of a quick skimming, so I put my cocktail down, doffed my shirt, and grabbed the net. There’s always something a bit zen-like for me when doing chores like cleaning the pool or pulling weeds. I tend to zone out and let my mind wander, and in this case let my body soak up some sun.
It was while I was in this zen mode that I heard a familiar voice call from over the privacy fence, “Hi Mr. Carver!”
And there she was, Natalie, peaking over the fence. I could only see her face from the nose up, her blonde head topped with one of those off-centered ponytails. I couldn’t for the life of me ever remember when any of the Densmores had hollered at me over that fence, and for some odd reason I felt a bit self-conscious. I’m not a big man, 5’7”, but years of yoga have ensured that there is very little fat on my body, just raw, corded muscle. I was wearing a pair of trunks Sarah had bought me; very tight, and very yellow. They were barely more than boxer briefs made for the water. She had seen them on some gay guys at the beach and thought I would look good in them. And to be fair, I did. My ass was perfectly outlined as was my junk. Which is probably why I felt a little self-conscious standing there in front of my 18-year old neighbor.
“Hey Nat, whatcha up to?” I managed to say, turning to face her, and standing the net up on end like a spear.
“You kinda look like a gladiator,” she giggled. And looking down at myself, I guess I did. Some of my self-consciousness left, replaced by a bit of a twinge in my groin. Before I could reply she continued.
“Do you think I could come lay out with you? Mom and Dad took the boys to some comic book movie, and I’m bored.”
“Sure, I guess. I’ve got to get these leaves out first, though.” I stammered. The inappropriateness of the situation was not lost on me, but the words were out before I could choke them back.
“Great! I’ll be right back!” Nat shouted as her head disappeared back behind the fence.
I had to fight down the urge to run inside the house and lock the door. My teenage neighbor was about to show up at my pool, presumably in a bikini, while my wife was out of town and her parents gone for a few hours. The same teenaged neighbor who accidentally got half-naked in my car. The same teenaged neighbor I had then jerked off to that same day. This had all the makings of a terrible mistake, but I kept cleaning the pool. That done I also sucked down half of the mai-tai in one go. Pool cleaning is thirsty work!
A few minutes later Nat walked around the far edge of the fence that separated our properties, a big beach towel wrapped around her. As I got the pool furniture set out, Nat took the towel off and draped it over the back of one of the chairs. Without staring directly at her, I did sneak peaks as I moved things around. She was wearing a very conservative red-striped halter top which all but smashed her small breasts out of existence. Matching red boy trunks covered her from just below her navel down to just past her where her butt met the back of her legs. Ironically, it was more clothing than when I saw her in the car, and her trunks were arguably less revealing than mine. Nat was very toned; her arms and shoulders had nice definition on them, tummy flat, legs lean and muscular, her butt was tight and small. My curiosity mostly sated, I grabbed my drink and lay down on my chair.
Nat had laid a few things out on the table, her iPod, a sci-fi novel I wasn’t familiar with, a bottle of water, and a tube of sunscreen. My eyes and thoughts lingered on the sunscreen. I simultaneously wanted her to ask me to rub some on her back, and terrified that she would. Thankfully, she grabbed the tube and applied her own sunscreen, deftly covering every inch of exposed skin, which wasn’t really that much. The coverage from her halter apparently eliminated all of the tough to reach spots that would have required a helping hand.
“Do you want some?” Nat offered, extending the tube to me.
“Oh, no. I’m good-” I started, but Nat broke in.
“Mr. Carver! You have to put sunscreen on! Do you want cancer? Doesn’t Mrs. Carver make you use sunscreen?”
“She tries to…”
“Here,” she said, shoving the SPF-50 into my hands. “Do it. Now.” And then she sat there, arms crossed under her chest, staring at me. So I meekly spread the lotion over my face, ears, neck, arms, working my way down, lest I get chided again.
“I’ll get your back,” Nat said, just as I was wrapping up my legs. I had hoped she wouldn’t have offered, but there it was. I wordlessly turned my back to her and passed the tube over my shoulder. I could feel the coolness of the lotion hit my shoulders, then the soft warmth of her hands. She slowly glided her hands across my upper back, working the lotion out evenly, moving lower.
“Do you work out, Mr. Carver? Your back muscles are really well defined!”
“Yoga.” I said simply, a bit distracted by her hands.
“Oh cool! Mom does Pilates, but it’s not the same, is it? I should come do yoga with you, I’d love to have muscles like these. Lean forward a bit.” And I did, feeling her hands slide down my lower back, fanning out just above the top of my trunks. I could have swore her thumbs slid juuust under the waistband, triggering another twinge in my groin, but then her hands were gone. “OK, all done.”
“Thanks,” I muttered. “Is it waterproof?”
“Oh yeah, of course.” And with that, I got up and dove into the pool in one clean movement. I needed the shock of the cool water to calm the burgeoning boner in my pants.
“But if you stay in too long you’ll have to reapply it.” Nat warned. I promised myself not to let it get to that point.
I piddled about in the water, did some laps, breath-holding activities, floating belly up. Anything to take my mind off of Nat laying less than 15 feet from me. At one point as I was on my back I had floated around so that Nat was positioned between my feet if I lifted my head and looked past my toes. The view down my body passed by my yellow-clad cock, which made me think of the conning tower of a submarine sticking out above the water. My gaze continued past to where Nat was laying, but she had sat up and was looking right at me. From the angle it almost looked like she was gazing at my cock. Wait, was she?
But before I could give it any more thought Nat stood up and leapt into the pool, tucking herself into a cannonball and crashing into the water inches from me. I went under, swallowing just a bit of water before coming to the top. Nat was treading water next to me cackling with glee.
“Good form. You should have joined the diving team instead of cross country.” I joked.
Nat’s brow furrowed before she spoke. “But then I’d have to wear a bathing suit in front of everyone. And I’m… I don’t like the way…” I could tell that she had missed the joke and lapsed into teenage angst.
“Nat, you’re wearing your bathing suit in front of me and don’t seem to mind.”
“But you’re different. You’re cool. I don’t mind if you see me.” And with that, she took a couple of strokes over to the edge and hauled herself out up to her waist. I watched as she put one foot up on the ledge to lever the rest of her body out of the pool, her suit bottoms pinching together as she stood up, giving me a great view of her tight ass. I swam over to the steps and pulled myself out as well. Nat started drying off and packing up her things.
“I better get home, I told my parents I would study for finals while they were gone.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” I said, kicking myself mentally for being the cheesiest man on Earth.
To my surprise, Nat smiled at that. “Thanks Mr. Carver, you really are nice.”
She took a step closer to me, her voice playful, “I might have to try on your trunks next time, they’re super cute!” And as she spoke she snuck a finger into the band of the trunks over my right hip, pulling them back and letting them snap back into place. She spun around and left, towel and bag in hand, walking back to the edge of the fenceline. I calmly sat back down and drained the rest of my drink. I’ve never been good with women, totally awful at reading body language, but there was a part of me that thought maybe she was flirting with me. I chalked it up to my overactive imagination and waxing libido.
As summer crept on I found myself spending more and more time out around the pool. Unfortunately for me, Nat seemed to have this uncanny ability to show up half the time I was out there, her family and my wife always conveniently gone. Aside from a few more lotion lather ups, there was no more flirtatiousness, perceived or otherwise. Whatever I had been imagining was most definitely gone now. The few times we laid out together Nat mostly read and listened to music. Sometimes she would ask me a random question about something she read, but for the most part we just enjoyed the sun in silence together.
And then Nat got a new bathing suit…
/end of Part II
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bw5k5r/like_a_good_neighbor_part_ii
Brilliant. Can’t wait for the rest
state farm is there
Great stories. This is exactly what I’m looking for.