I had just arrived home on break from college and was in Chip’s neighborhood, so I figured I’d just drop in and see if he’d gotten home yet. No one answered when I rang the doorbell and I was about to head back down the driveway when I heard a splash, indicating that someone was using the pool. I walked around the side of the house thinking it might be Chip but stopped before I opened the gate to the backyard. I could see the diving board still vibrating and a figure just surfacing at the shallow end of the pool. It wasn’t Chip or his sister or even his dad exercising visitation rights with his former home and it actually took a minute to register who it was. It was Chip’s mom.
I’d known Chip for as long as I can remember and even during our hormone laden adolescent years I’d never thought of his mom as anything more than a mom. As she climbed the steps out of the pool, though, dripping wet in a pretty small red bikini, reminding me of Phoebe Cates in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High,” that all suddenly changed. Of course she was no Phoebe Cates, but she still looked so damn fine that I wondered how I had never noticed her figure before. Her nipples were pressing out obviously against the top covering her moderately sized breasts, her stomach was flat and smooth and her legs, though not long, were slim and shapely.
As I stood in the shadows by the gate watching her walk over to a chaise lounge, I also realized that her ass was pretty damn incredible. I could feel a rise in my shorts but couldn’t tear myself away to go home and take care of it. She dried off, rubbing that lucky towel up and down her legs and across her stomach, then spread it out on the chair and lay on top of it.
I watched for a few more minutes and was just thinking about slipping quietly away when she did something that glued me to where I stood. Her nipples were still standing at attention, never having gone down since she exited the pool, and one of her hands slowly came up and began to ... Læs hele novellen
