Older housewife watches neighbor guy sunbathe nude.
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Ring, ring.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Mrs. Martin, this is Bob next door.”
“Bobby dear, good morning! How are you?”
“Just fine ma’am, and you?”
“Oh, that’s enough with the ‘ma’am’ stuff, young man. I’m still in my 30’s, and ‘ma’am’ makes me feel old. I’ve told you before: call me Cindy.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Oh, ha ha, very funny. What can I do for you, dear?”
“Well… I just called to let you know that I’m planning to lay out by the pool and get some sun today.”
“Oh my, a studly eighteen year old with no shirt! I might faint! Well, Bobby, you couldn’t have picked a more glorious Saturday for it, so you have fun now. It’s very warm and sunny, though, and it’s only ten in the morning. Don’t overdo it and get sunburned.”
“No m… Cindy, I won’t. I called because your second story windows look right into our backyard; no other house overlooks our yard but there’s no place I can go around the pool or patio where you won’t be able to see me.”
“Well don’t you worry about it Bobby, it won’t bother me at all!”
“Cindy, you guys moved here during the winter so you don’t know this… I like to tan in the nude.”
Long pause.
“Nude. As in… naked?”
“Yes m… Cindy. I swear I’m not a pervert or anything, I just really love sunbathing naked. Always have, as far back as I can remember. I love laying on my stomach and feeling the sun on my bare backside, and getting all hot and sweaty, then skinny dipping in the pool to cool off, and then laying on my back and starting all over again.”
Longer pause.
“Cindy? Are you still there?”
“Yes, dear.” A little hoarse. “Your parents… your mother, she’s okay with this? And what about your sisters?”
“My mom grew up in France in a Mediterranean beach town, so yeah, she’s okay with it. She and my sisters have done it a few times with me, but right now nobody’s home but me.”
“I see.”
“Anyway, I thought I’d better ask if it’s okay with you. Especially since your daughter is only… what, sixteen?”
“Fifteen. But it’s just me here today, dear. Mr. Martin is away on business and Kristy is at a friend’s house in another town for a birthday and a slumber party. So, you go ahead and, ah… get naked.”
“Are you sure it’s okay with you?”
“Yes, Bobby, yes. I’ve seen it all before, heh heh. But I promise I won’t look.”
“I don’t care if you look, Cindy. I just wanted to make sure you won’t call the police. Have a good day.”
“Goodbye, Bobby.”
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Cindy made it almost fifteen minutes before she went into her daughter’s bedroom and crept up to the window, the best one in the house for viewing Bobby’s backyard. The blinds were down and covering the window, but the slats were open to a 45 degree angle that kept the sun from streaming in but allowed her to look down on the yard. She walked up to the wall next to the window, then very slowly moved just her head to the side so she could see down without making it obvious that she was there.
Sure enough, there he was: lying on his stomach on an adjustable patio lounge right next to the pool, reading some kind of magazine (she couldn’t quite make out which one) and as naked as the day he was born. He was positioned directly below her window, and since their lots were small he was actually quite close to her. She studied his body.
And what a body it was. Bobby played sports (she couldn’t remember which ones) and it showed: his legs, arms, and back were well muscled and defined, and there was no fat on the boy at all that she could see. He’s beautiful, she thought. And that ass… so hard and tight. She’d like to get her hands on
Her hand flew to her mouth. My god, she thought, did I really just think that? He’s half my age, and that makes me a dirty old lady. He’s just getting a little sun. At my age I should surely be able to separate nudity from sex. I’m leaving this window right now!
But she didn’t.
His ass was as tanned as his back and legs; he had no tan lines anywhere that she could see. Maybe in the front, she thought, and immediately she felt her face flush and a slow burn begin to ignite down below. Although his legs had a very light covering of hair, there was no hair anywhere else on his backside that she could see. As she continued to stare she realized that sweat was already running down his back and collecting into a little puddle in the hollow where his back met his butt. I wonder if he’s going into the pool soon, she thought.
Almost as if he were reading her mind Bobby put the magazine down, stood up, and walked slowly toward the pool. Cindy delighted in the way his back, legs, and ass flexed as he walked away from her and then paused with his feet on the tile at the lip of the pool. Her breathing was shallow and a little ragged, but she didn’t notice that. Oh yes, she thought, this boy is in shape. The kind of shape that my husband used to be in, long ago. What a thrill it would be to hug Bobby and reach down and
Once again, her hand flew to her mouth. Jesus Christ, she thought, what in the fuck is wrong with me? She moved her hand to her flushed forehead. I have a fever, she thought. I must be coming down with something. She watched as Bobby put his arms over his head, compressed, and then pushed off into an effortless arcing dive. He hit the water perfectly and barely caused a ripple. She watched as he swam underwater toward the other side of the pool, then broke the surface and started to hoist himself up out of the water.
He’s going to walk all around the pool to get back to the lounge, she thought. I’ll see his front side almost the whole way. I’m leaving the window right the hell now!
But she didn’t.
Bobby had a long, thick penis that waggled from side to side as he walked around the corner of the pool and headed for the chaise lounge. Circumcised, she noted. Hmmm, still long and thick after his swim, she thought. I wonder how cold the pool is.
The phone rang but she ignored it.
Bobby shook his head and water flew from his hair. He laid down on his back without toweling off and picked up the magazine, opening it up to where she supposed he had left off when he got up to cool off. His penis, she noted, had flopped over onto his left leg when he laid down on the lounge. She watched in rapt attention as he absently reached down, grasped it, and moved it over to lie between his legs. That makes sense, she thought. Wouldn’t want to get a penis tan line. She giggled, then realized that her own hand was cupping her crotch. She quickly moved it to her side.