A Neighborly Surprise

Our hot tub is enclosed in a veranda for use during the winter months. One wall, made totally of sliding glass panels, faces a patio area and opens completely, facing the back of the house. A second faces the pool and can also be opened like the first. The two back walls are solid, for privacy. The patio between the veranda and the pool is completely secluded from outside view in any direction.

The reason this is important is because after our children left home, my wife and I evolved into quite enthused naturists. At home, clothing is seldom a bother. Our sex life has always been better than average, and recently, well . . ., she just can’t seem to get enough. We deduced early on that being healthy makes for better sex, and have always worked to stay that way. Life is good!

Last Saturday, I’d finished my homeowner-chores and put my tools away. It was close to noon, and the day was one for the postcards; sunny, with a clear, azure sky and a temperature like bath-water. The desert southwest is an awesome place to live. My wife had been sunbathing in the late morning and brought a couple of cold beers to the patio after she had risen from her towel on the deck. Passing me a beer, she asked, “Are you about ready for a break?” I’d worn a pair of cutoffs through the morning chores, but Sandy was still completely nude after sunning.

Her tanned body glistened with tanning oil as she extended the beer. Her namesake blond hair was pulled back into a clip, and the swell of her pert breasts just as titillating as the first time I’d seen them. I noticed that she’d shaved her pussy, and was as smooth as a ten year-old; something she does from time to time. I reached to caress her left tit with my free hand and rubbed my thumb lightly across her nipple. Instantly aroused at my touch, the little pink-pearl firmed in my hand. She sat her beer to the side and reached into the waist of my shorts with her fingertips. Smoothly releasing the button and fly, she opened the top and let them slide down my legs to my feet. “You won’t be needing these for awhile,” she smiled.

My cock was rising to the occasion as we walked to the outdoor shower we use during the summer. The water was perfectly refreshing as we stood together, the jets spraying total relaxation into our beings. I caressed Sandy’s body softly while lathering her skin, giving special attention to her neck, shoulders and lower back. Her breasts and inner legs were not neglected and she purred as I made sure I washed her everywhere. For her part, she seemed content with lathering my cock and running her hands expertly up and down the hard shaft.

She continued to stroke me as the water rinsed all traces of soap from our bodies. I turned it off and watched as Sandy knelt in front of me and looked at my penis like she was seeing it for the first time. “It’s so beautiful,” she breathed, almost inaudibly. “So hard, yet so soft, and oh, so perfect.” With one hand on my thigh and the other wrapped at the base of my rod, she leaned and kissed the tip softly, running her tongue along my length, pursing her lips and swallowing the head. The warmth of her mouth was immediately radiated through my body and I stiffened even more inside her velvety confines. She took me almost to the hilt and began to bob back and forth, sucking me thirstily.

I was enjoying what she was doing, but wanted to taste her too. I put my hands on her shoulders and suggested hopefully, “Why don’t we do this together.”

“Oh, Baby,” she responded, pulling her mouth from me, but continuing to stroke my throbbing meat. Then, standing, she led me by my bouncing pole to a spot near the pool where she had sunned on an oversized beach towel earlier. We toweled each other dry and Sandy hugged up to me, pressing her cool skin against my body. As she rubbed her breasts across my abdomen her nipples drew a path of ecstacy in my flesh.

Stepping back, she gave me room to get into position on the towel, placing another rolled up towel under my head. She then lowered herself to her knees on either side of me, and leaned forward toward my throbbing prick. Leaning on one elbow with her ass lifted above my face, she grasped my cock to slide smoothly down onto me. The warmth of her mouth is something that always amazes me as she takes me in. She took me deeply and I relished in the rush of sensual adrenalin as I was engulfed.

Sandy bobbed her head, her tongue washing across the bottom of my penis, licking sexily as she slid her lips around me. I cupped my hands around her waist and pulled her gently to my waiting face. The aroma of her sex was a pure aphrodisiac and I flushed, deeply inhaling her sweetness. I kissed her inner thighs and teased her slit with my tongue. She allowed this a couple of times then squatted forcefully into my face, rolling her pussy across my lips and nose. I extended my tongue stiffly and she rocked her hips back and forth, sliding her clit and outer labia across me. She began to moisten immediately and I lapped at her wetness as she continued to sway over me.

Sucking on my cock and stroking me with one hand, Sandy began to fondle my balls with the other, rubbing across my perineum with the side of her thumb. She dropped her index finger to the tight star of my anus and rimmed around me with soft pressure, while continuing to rub at the base of my scrotum. An often unspoken delight with a long-time lover is that one learns to genuinely pleasure a partner. Sandy knows what I like and is a considerate lover; she gives pleasure and ensures that it is what pleases. She has never been reserved or reluctant to do anything I’ve asked of her.

I try to return her zeal, with interest. She also likes me to toy with her rectum while I give her cunnilingus. I employed one hand on her ass and one at her clit, holding her open as I circled the erect bud with my tongue. With each stroke across her, she moaned around my cock, expressing pure delight. My clit-stroking arm was between her legs, the other was positioned behind her thigh allowing me access to pleasure her anally.

We continued for several minutes, each enjoying what we were receiving, but also relishing in the sensations we gave.

We had positioned ourselves on the far-side of the pool away from the house. I wanted to give Sandy a memorable orgasm, and pushed her away from my mouth long enough to suggest, “Let me finish you first.”

She rose from her ministrations to my throbbing prick and sighed, “Oh, Lover! You are too good to me.”

Rising to a knee, Sandy slid to one side of the towel and allowed me to sit up. We exchanged places and she lay on the towel where I had been. As I rose and turned, positioning myself at the juncture of her long legs, I looked across the corner of the pool and was shocked to see our seventeen-year old neighbor sitting spread-legged on the back-end of the diving-board. She wore a very stringy, yellow string-bikini, the panties of which were skewed to the side as her fingers worked rather furiously inside her pink, swollen pussy lips, her thumb stroking her clit in sync with her movements. A linen wrap lay at her feet, which were spread far apart, her back arched severely.