Story 7 #2
She looked at herself in the mirror. She leaned forward to show off her breasts. She stretched her shapely legs out. She pouted sexily at her reflection. She thought that she looked good. If her husband was here then she was sure that they'd have some fun together. She thought that when he returned she would show him her all-over tan and then they could have some fun together.
She lay down next to the pool and felt the warming rays of the sun. She lay there and her mind wandered, thinking some of her naughty thoughts, disappearing into some of her naughty fantasies.
At some point, she dozed. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep for but when she woke up the sun was certainly at a different position in the sky. She looked around, slightly confused, taking a moment to work out just where she was.
Then she wondered what had woken her up. She was sure that something had done it.
Then she heard a knock at the front door. So that was it.
She sat up and put her bikini top back on. She considered the fact that she didn't have a robe or anything to cover herself up with but then she decided that it didn't matter. It wasn't as though she was wearing anything that would cause outrage, after all.
She walked through the house and opened the door.
She didn’t know what she had expected - one of her neighbors, perhaps, or a delivery driver even though she wasn’t expecting anything.
She had to admit that she was surprised by the man that she saw when she answered the door. He was a tall, well-built, muscular-looking black man. He had his hair cut very short, almost shaved, and the sun seemed to bounce off his dark skin. He was handsome with an easy, friendly smile and big, deep, eyes.
He had broad shoulders and he seemed to fill the entire doorway.
The first thought that came to her mind was, "Wow," when she saw him. There was no denying that he was a very impressive-looking man. She didn't know why she had thought that particular thought, though. Perhaps it was some residue of the fantasies that she had been entertaining herself with before she had dozed off. She was certainly feeling as though she was in a heightened state, as though ready for...something. She just didn't quite know what that something might be.
“Hi,” the man said, “I’m sorry to disturb you. You were obviously...busy.”
He looked her up and down. He made no effort to hide the fact that he was checking her out in her bikini. Perhaps if she'd had a robe then she would have pulled it tighter around herself, feeling suddenly self-conscious. That would have been her first instinct, anyway. But if she was being honest then she quite liked the fact that she hadn't been able to cover herself up. She felt almost vulnerable under his gaze like that, all too aware of the swell of her breasts, the flawless skin of her flat stomach, and her shapely legs. And she knew that she wanted him to look at her like that.
“Oh, no, it’s fine,” she said, flashing him a smile, “I was just sunbathing in the garden.”
“So I see. Well, my name is Dave. I...I think that I might have got the wrong house. I was looking for Sam?”
“Ah, yes, you have got the wrong house. Sam lives across the street. But he’s on holiday at the moment. Look, you can see that his car’s not in his driveway.”
Dave turned to look. Suddenly Claire felt quite exposed. What if one of the neighbors should happen to look over and see her there like that, in her bikini with this strange man? She told herself that she wasn’t doing anything wrong but she couldn’t shake that feeling that there was something wrong about it all the same.
“Ah, that’s annoying,” he said, looking at the empty driveway.
Suddenly she had a thought. She knew that it was crazy and that she shouldn’t do it. But she wanted to, all the same.
“Why don’t you come in for a drink?” she asked him, tilting her head slightly to one side, “it’s a pretty hot day after all. And you’re looking...hot,” she blushed slightly as she thought about the double meaning of her words. He flashed a smile at her and she was sure that he understood her little slip.
“Sure,” he said, “Sounds good. Thanks a lot.”
“My name is Claire, by the way.”
“Very pleased to meet you, Claire.”
He held out his hand for her and they shook hands. There was just something about his touch...he was only shaking her hand but he seemed to linger for just a little bit too long and look at her with just a little bit too much intensity and she felt as though some kind of understanding was passing between them.
She led him through the house to the kitchen. She wanted to look back and see if she could catch him checking out her peachy little ass but she knew that she couldn’t do it without letting him know what she was doing. Besides, if he was enjoying the view then she didn’t see any reason to spoil his fun.
She led him through to the kitchen and got them both a cold can to drink.
He opened his and began to drink it. She was looking at him and toying with an idea. Suddenly she knew that she wanted to have some fun with him. She told herself that it was harmless enough and it was just a way to entertain herself.
She touched her unopened can to her face, feeling the cold droplets of water on her face. She tilted her head to one side and closed her eyes.
“Mmm...” she murmured, “That feels nice.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He had lowered his can from his lips and was watching her.
She rubbed it over the area of skin beneath her neck and before her breasts. She shivered slightly. She thought about moving it further down, over the exposed part of her breasts, but she wasn’t sure if that would be taking things just a little bit too far.
Instead, she ran the can over her midriff, leaving a slight trail of moisture as she did so.
He looked down at her bare midriff. She looked at his face and tried to gauge just what he was thinking. She was sure that she could see a fire in his eyes, a dark passion that had been aroused.
She let out a deep sigh and cracked her can open. The sound of the can seemed to break him out of his trance and suddenly he looked up at her face with a smile. The smile seemed to suggest that he knew that they were playing a game together now and that he was ready to play it with her.
She downed her drink quickly.
“Well,” he said, “It’s a shame that I missed Sam but I guess that I’d better get going. I’ll let you get back to your sunbathing.”
She knew what he was doing. He was raising the stakes. If she wanted him to stay, if she wanted something to happen, then it was going to have to be her who made the next move. And was that what she wanted? She looked deep inside herself and she had to admit that it was exactly what she wanted.
“You don’t have to go,” she said in a soft, seductive, tone, “it’s such a nice day, why don’t you come and join me in the garden for a bit?”
He smiled at her. She thought that there was a slight sense of smugness in that smile as though he had got her to do exactly what he wanted.
“Sure,” he said, “Sounds good. I don’t have anything better to do.”
Her heart was racing. She tried telling herself that she hadn't done anything wrong, that she wasn't going to do anything wrong, and that this was just a harmless bit of fun. But if she was being honest with herself she wasn't sure if that was true.
There were two sun loungers by the pool. She went back to hers and lay down. She watched Dave as he pulled his T-shirt off. She let out an audible gasp then and felt a blush of embarrassment. But his body was incredible - his black skin, his sculpted muscles. Her husband had a good body as well, there was no denying that, but this one was just...different. Unknown, tempting. She wondered what it would be like to touch it, to feel those muscles. She tried to tell herself that it was a crazy idea but she couldn't seem to deny it anymore.
Then he pushed his pants down so that he was only wearing his boxer shorts.
She looked at his great ass and then looked at the front of his boxer shorts, seeing a shape there that seemed to hint at something very impressive. She realized that she had been looking there for too long. She looked up at his face quickly. It was too late. He was smiling at her and she knew that she had been caught out looking his body over.
In the kitchen, she had wanted to tease him with her body but now it seemed as though he was taking control and she was the one who was being teased.
She lay back and tried not to think about the gorgeous man lying next to her. It was impossible to do, however. Lying there, feeling drowsy, she kept thinking about that body, about what he seemed to be packing in his boxer shorts.
She wasn’t sure how long they had laid there for. She was lost in her thoughts, her fantasies, when she was shaken out of them by the sound of Dave’s voice.
“Hey,” he said, “Mind if I take a quick dip in the pool? It’s pretty hot, eh?”
She raised herself and looked at him.
“Sure,” she said, “Go for it.”
She watched him as he dived into the water, and admired his perfect form.
This is crazy, she thought to herself. She tried to tell herself that nothing was going to happen here but she couldn’t quite persuade herself that it was the truth.
She lay back and tried to think of something else. She kept hearing the sound of him splashing about, though.
“Hey!” he called out and she sat up to see what he wanted, “Why don’t you come and join me? It’s so nice!”
She was sure that he had something else in mind. This was her last chance to turn away from this madness.
Instead, she got to her feet. She saw Dave watching her, looking at her slim figure.
She did her best to ignore him as she dived in.
She was in the shallow end, standing with her back against the wall.
Dave swam over to her and stood in front of her.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” he said.
“Sure, feels good.”
“It certainly does.”