It was a pleasantly warm May afternoon. So nice, in fact, that I decided to cut my afternoon classes and spend time down at the pool like any intelligent 14 year old boy would do.
Okay, so it was not my pool. My family didn’t own a pool. I was swimming in the pool at an apartment complex about 3 blocks from our house. I didn’t let the little fact that my family didn’t actually live at this apartment complex keep me from sneaking in and enjoying the cool water. I’d long discovered that the key to sneaking in somewhere is just to act like you belong. And today was just so pleasant, I didn’t belong anywhere but here.
Since it was a weekday and still time when most people were either off at work or school, I was one of the very few in attendance poolside. There was the grandmotherly-looking woman watching over what I assumed was her two grandkids. Another old guy was sunning himself on the deck, keeping a distance from the splashing of the two kids. Lastly was the couple at the other end of the pool. For some reason, their presence kept drawing my attention.
I assumed the woman to be in her late 30s, maybe about the same age as my mom. She was of medium stature, probably a couple inches shorter than my 5’6” height, and what I’d come to know as “pleasingly plump” in her build. She wasn’t fat, just softly rounded and almost cherubic, and her turquoise one-piece bathing suit showed her curves in a most positive light. Her hair was a medium brown and fell straight to just between her shoulder blades. But what kept me interested in watching her were her very ample breasts that strained at the upper half of bathing suit, swaying softly as she walked over to climb into the pool. And especially fun to watch were the hardened nipples that were revealed when she pulled herself back out of the cool water.
The man was maybe in his late 40s or early 50s. I estimated him to be about 6’ tall, with a medium build, save for the little extra soft roll around his mid-section. His hair was thin, gray-black, combed straight back. He has a fairly thick patch of dark chest hair that trailed down his stomach and into his navy blue Speedo swimsuit. And the way that tight swimsuit highlighted his dick and balls with its clingy material drew my attention as much as his companion’s bouncing breasts.
As I swam in the pool, or got out just long enough to dive back in, I found myself stealing glances at the both of them, if not periodically just staring at them. Maybe they noticed my visual visitations on their physiques, maybe not. At least, if they had any problem with it, they never let on. If nothing else, it seemed as though they might even be aware of my focused attention, given the sometimes almost obvious way in which the busty woman would bounce in her step, or would adjust her massive mammories. And even the guy seemed to have a need to adjust his manhood within the tight confines of his Speedo.
Not having anyone else to distract my attention, I was able to watch these small displays and let my fantasies drift unimpeded through my mind. I’m very comfortable in my bisexuality, and am equally as excited over the images of pleasant sexual play with the man and his well-defined dick as I am with the woman and her huge tits and full body.
As I played more and more of the fantasies in my mind, their effect was starting to play havoc with the fit of my gym shorts that I was using for swim trunks, as well. They would not be able to hide an erection, especially given that they were a tad baggy on my thin frame, which would only serve to create an obvious tent over my stirring member. Jerking off in the pool was not possible, much less even a good idea, although if I kept my thoughts going like this, it would soon become a serious need.
In the distance, I heard the unmistakable diesel rumble of a school bus. Damn. It was time for me to get out of the pool before a possible schoolmate or parent that might recognize me came home to their apartment. I got out of the pool and shook off as much water as possible, given that I did not have a towel to dry with. I grabbed my gym bag and headed to the small cabana so I could change back into my street clothes, then turned to take one last look at the couple that had been the center of my afternoon fantasies. A brief smile from the buxom woman in blue made me wonder if they hadn’t noticed my interest after all. I turned away and into the small men’s restroom that would serve as my changing area.
Once inside, I pulled off my wet shorts and stood naked near one of the two bathroom stalls so I could get as dry as possible before pulling on my clothes. The memories of the two attractive people still fresh in my mind, I was tempted to go ahead and whack off my meat then and there, and had there been a door on the stall, that would have been a guarantee. Any further thoughts of instantaneous self-gratification went out the window as soon as the door to the restroom opened again. With that, I stepped fully into the stall and focused my attention to appearing to use the toilet.
Someone stepped into the stall next to me who seemed to struggle with something for a second, after which a wet swimsuit was placed over the stall wall next to me. I tried to remain nonchalant, but when the sound of someone pissing hard into the toilet followed next, I sneaked a peek at the suit on the stall wall.
A wet, navy blue Speedo.
“She’s a looker, ain’t she?” came a voice.
“Huh?” was all I could manage.
“My wife,” came the voice again. “I saw you looking at her.”
Oh, shit! Just what I need, a pissed-off husband! My voice caught in my throat, preventing me from answering. The flushing of the toilet on his side filled the void instead. I then sensed him stepping around behind me.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” he chuckled.
I mustered up my courage and turned to face the man, expecting to see an angry, jealous face. Instead, he was smiling broadly.
“Are you mad?” I asked.
“Mad?” the man laughed, adjusting his towel around his waist. “Hell, no! Why would I be mad?”
I thought I’d melt in relief. That much must have been obvious.
“’Cuz I thought guys got jealous when you looked at their wives or girlfriends.”
“Only guys that have no balls get jealous when you look at their ladies. Good-looking women are gonna get looked at. Especially ones with really big hooters, right?”
I laughed and nodded my head.
“I mean, what good is having a pretty woman if you don’t want anyone looking at her?”
“I never thought of it that way,” I replied.
“So,” he began again, “do you think I have a pretty wife?”
I grinned. “She’s… she’s really beautiful!”
The man gave me a sly smile and wink.
“You like her tits, too, doncha?”
“Who wouldn’t?” I answered all too quickly. Apparently my dick was answering for me, too, because that’s when I noticed that I had the first stirrings of a hard-on again. That’s when I also came back to reality and remembered that I was standing there totally naked.
My excitement wasn’t lost upon the man, either, as I caught him giving my pulsing dick a looking over.
“Yeah, I guess you do,” he smiled, looking back up at me. “So, do you play?”
“Play?” I repeated.
Our eyes locked, the man reached out and took my prick in his hand. It grew to firmness instantly in his strong grasp. He gently pulled on it a couple times, and raised one eyebrow in silent query. I swallowed hard.
“Yes,” I finally croaked out.
The man smiled knowingly. “I thought so.” He stripped his towel from his waist and handed it to me, exposing his thick cock. “Here, dry off.”
I did as he asked while we both eyed each other’s bodies, then I handed the towel back to him.
“Get yourself dressed. If you wanna play, drop by apartment D-15.”
I wasn’t sure what to expect, or what was going to happen as I wandered through the complex, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest, looking for apartments that started with the letter ‘D’. I was beginning to think that the man had simply played a joke on this oversexed teenager, and was hiding somewhere, laughing at my hormone-driven wanderings.
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