Naked Sun Tanning by the Pool

Summers in Louisiana are almost indescribably hot. It's a cliché, I know, but its not so much the heat as the humidity. Ninety five degrees on the Fahrenheit scale with 100% humidity is just something you have to experience to believe. Walking from a cool room to the outside feels like you're walking into a blast furnace, its even hard to breath with that much hot water in the air.

A lot of people in the neighborhood had pools, but not us. My father had a friend whose son died in the pool when they weren't home and he had been terrified of them ever since. Honestly, the only thing I can ever remember him flat out refusing to get for us was a pool. But there was always a neighbor or two that wouldn't mind if I came over to swim.

Pools in the area were one of two kinds: In ground or above ground. The above ground pools were a lot less expensive, but had one major flaw: after the first couple of months of summer the water would get so hot in the pool it was barely worth getting in, or in fact sometimes it was more miserable in the pool than out. Most of the people that got these pools tried building an elevated deck around them to give some shade and keep them from getting too hot. It worked, after a fashion, but they weren't nearly as cool as the in ground pools.

The decks though, the decks could be a lot of fun. Since they were elevated and my bedroom window could look out over them, I could watch the women sunbathe from the comfort of my room. I remember the first time I saw Mrs. Sanders sunbathing in the nude. She always seemed old to me, and never dressed very well. When you're that age you don't really look at your parents friends like that, but seeing her rubbing oil on herself in the sun changed all of that. She had huge tits! The biggest I had ever seen at the time, not that I had a lot to compare it to at that age. But man, those were something to look at. I ran and got my field glasses from the top of my closet and got a better look.

By this time she was laying on her back with a damp cloth across her face to keep it from burning. She was completely naked on that deck chair. Her neatly trimmed bush was just thick enough to keep me from seeing her pussy at that angle. But those magnificent breasts of hers were something to see. Lying on her back they had spread out and drooped to the sides just a bit. Sun warmed, the nipples were dark and soft and just a little bit puffy. They stood out in fantastic contrast to her slightly freckled breasts. From two houses away, she had no tan lines that I could see, even with my binoculars.

Of course Mrs. Sanders wasn't the only sight to see back in those days. The Wilson's had twin daughters a couple of years older than me. They were already off to college, but when they would come back in town they would spend all day on their patio around their in ground pool sunning. They weren't nearly as bold as Mrs. Sanders, but if I watched long enough I could catch a bare breast or maybe a little ass as they were refastening their bikinis. My favorite was when I caught them right as they were going out for the day. I used to love to watch them rub suntan lotion on themselves and each other. Man that was hot.

I went over there a few times when they were out to try to get an invite to swim, but they never did invite me. Everyone knew the Wilsons weren't very friendly. Their daughters especially had gotten very cold to everyone since they had gone to college a couple of years ago. Every time they came home they treated everyone from the area as uneducated peasants. In their defense, many of them were.

But one day a bolder plan came to my mind. Remember I was just 18 at the time and had not had a lot of experience, and wasn't very self-confident yet. So I still felt I needed to have a plan! If old Mrs. Sanders was going to show me those great big tits of hers every day, I might as well try to do something about it.

I say she was old, but she really wasn't that old. She couldn't have been more than 42 at the most. That just seems really old when you're 18.

So one day, I waited until she is out on her deck, reading her book with her bikini tossed carelessly on the chair next to her. She always brought it out with her, but rarely had it on even to go to and from the house. They had a wooden privacy fence around the house (that I helped build one summer) and I guess she thought it was a lot more private than it was. Round about her third glass of wine, I figured it was safe to go over there. Most days all she seemed to do was lay around the pool, read her books and drink wine.

I walked around the back of the houses, with my swimming trunks on and a towel over my shoulder. I knocked on the back gate to her fence and called loudly "Mrs. Sanders, are you out here today?"

"Yes", she called back. "Is that Paul?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Can I come in?" (See here, I thought being polite would aid my cause. Mighty crafty, right?)

"Ugh, give me a second"

She sounded a little flustered. There was some rustling and even a little grunting going on. I had figured when I knocked she would put her suit back on, but I hadn't expected it to take this long. Just when I was starting to get impatient, I heard her say to come in.

"Hey, sorry about that Paul. I just needed to... adjust myself. I wanted to make sure I was decent." What can I do for you?" Her words were a little more slurred than I was expecting. I looked down at her glass and realized that she was drinking margaritas, not wine. Ready for a fourth one, with her frame, she must have been feeling the booze pretty good.

"Well you look really decent to me," I said with an exaggerated wink that probably looked a lot more pathetic than cool. "I was wondering if it was okay if I swam for a little while."

"Oh, well I guess." She said. "The water's pretty hot right now. I rarely go in myself anymore this time of year. I just usually sit outside reading my book."

I guess at this point you deserve a better explanation of what she looked like. As I mentioned she was about 42 and definitely was not past her prime. I've always appreciated older women though. She had that glow of health and sexuality that some women get right around 40. I had never noticed her before she started sunbathing for me, because she was prone to wearing large baggy clothing around the neighborhood. Sometimes I would catch glimpse of her dressed up and ready to go out and I was always surprised at how sexy she looked. She had slightly curly, dirty blonde hair that hung past her shoulders, a slender frame with nicely curving hips and of course the magnificent breasts that I mentioned earlier. Her stomach was nice and flat, especially for someone her age, but her legs weren't as toned as they could have been. Her thighs, in particular, were a bit thick. She had lovely bronzed skin that was freckled nicely from too much sun over too many years and it added to her appeal.

She was pretty much the neighborhood lush. She drank too much and had a tendency to make scenes at parties, sometimes hitting on the husbands of some of the other women in the neighborhood. Most people thought of her as fun and the life of the party, but there were a couple of the wives that held a grudge for taking things one step too far with their husbands. And there were more than a few husbands that would have loved to take it further.

Today she had a really glassy, far off look in her eyes. She was standing to great me, but she didn't look overly steady. She was slurring her words and I had a feeling that she had has several cocktails that I had not seen. Although her modest black bikini was on and tied, it was obvious that it was a rushed and clumsy job. None of her naughty bits were showing, but that's not to say that it wasn't a site to behold. Her ample breasts were not evenly cupped by her top, and her bottom was tied loosely and promised a great view from the right angle.

"Gee, thanks Mrs. Sanders. I hope I'm not intruding. But I just have to get in a pool or die of this heat."

"It's no problem, Paul", she said in a slightly distant way. She half turned and half plopped back down onto the chaise lounge she was laying on before I arrived. She gave me a very appreciative glance from head to foot. I was in a short pair of swim trunks and my chest was bare. I worked hard on a farm most weekends and had toned up nicely over the last year. I was starting to get more looks from more attractive women and more dates too. "Call me Irene."

"Oh, thanks Irene. Would you like me to go in and refill your drink? It looks like you're out."

"Sure," she said handing me her glass with the exaggerated gesture of a drunk person. "Make one for yourself while you're in there."

"Thanks, I will."

I did indeed make one for myself, but I put a few extra shots of tequila in hers. When I went back outside she was lying on her stomach with her book open again. It looked like some trashy romance novel and I couldn't imagine she got much reading done that drunk. She took a sip and made a "woo" sound. "You make 'em strong, don't you Paul."

"Uuugh, I'm just learning" I expertly covered!

I sat on the next chase to sip my drink, sweating already. With her sunglasses on and her book open it didn't seem like she could see me. I looked over her body openly. Her back wasn't as tanned as her front was. But of course I already knew that she was found of sunbathing on her back. Lying on her back like this gave me a pretty good look between her legs. The strap of her thong bottoms was neatly nestled in her rather large ass, and that prevented the elastic from taking up the slack of the material where she tied them too long. I could clearly see the bottom of her pussy lips where her thighs weren't blocking my view.

A thought occurred to me, but I needed to buy a little time first. I jumped in the pool and swam a few laps. It was hotter than I expected and although not entirely unpleasant, it was still not what I was hoping for in a pool experience at the height of summer. I quickly lost my enthusiasm for swimming laps and resorted to hanging off the edge of the pool in different places and seeing how much of Mrs. Sanders I could see. The more I looked the harder I got. Finally I got the sign I had been waiting for. She finished the drink I had made for her and there was no doubt in my mind that she was drunk.

I got out of the water, and my hard on tenting the front of my shorts. But I wasn't here to hide anything from her. I was hoping she would see it and be intrigued. I sat on my lounge chair next to hers and sipped my drink again.

"You're right, Mrs. Sander. It is hot out here."

"Mmmm, she said dreamily." She had laid her face down on her open book and was looking away from me. "I told you, call me Irene."

"Right. Sorry. Irene." I corrected myself. "Aren't you worried about getting burned like that?"

"I don't usually burn", she said a little more alert but still slurred. She was still drunk but waking up from her cat nap. "But I should probably put some more lotion on my shoulders."

She went to straighten herself up and I said "I can do it for you, if you like?" I probably sounded a little too eager, but either she didn't notice or didn't care. She steeled back into her position on the lounger and indicated her consent with an casual "mmm hmmm."

This is what I had been waiting for jack! I grabbed the bottle off the little table and sat on the side of her lounge chair. She scooted over just a bit to make room for me. I squirted a small dollop of warm suntan oil into my hands, it smelled like coconut, and began rubbing it into her neck and shoulders.

When my hands first touched her she jumped, just a little bit. Maybe she had fallen asleep again. But as I spread the lotion on her neck and shoulders she made a few little cooing noises that let me know she was enjoying herself. Instead of just rubbing on the lotion I started making it more of a massage, firmly gripping and releasing the muscles of her neck and shoulders. She began to move around, anticipating my next rubbing motion. When I knew I had her, I abruptly stopped and moved back to my own chair.

She turned to look at me this time and said "Why did you stop?" almost like I had affronted her.

Even though I was sitting down my arousal must have been evident in the tenting of my swim trunks. It had been a while since I had my hands on a nearly naked woman and the longer I spent with Irene the sexier she got. Eventually I was worried that I would have to whip my dick out right there and jerk off. She didn't really seem to look there though. She was looking at me, slightly disappointed.

"Well, I finished your neck and shoulders. I thought that's all you wanted. Do you want me to do the rest of your back?" I asked desperately trying to keep how eager I was out of my voice.

"Yeah," She said. "I don't want to burn there"

"Sure," I said, secretly really pleased that so far my plan was working.

She settled back into a comfortable position with her arms curled under her head. She had finally moved the book to the little table. I transferred myself back to her lounger and took up the coconut concoction again.

"Your whole back, I asked her?"

"Mmm, hmm" she replied cooperatively.

"Ummm, I think your string is going to get in the way."

Without missing a beat she reached behind her, undid the string to her top and then went back to lounging with her arms under her face. "Will that work," she asked.

"Uhh, sure." I said quickly.

Without wasting another second I put my hands back on her sun warmed body. I began where I left off and worked my hands all the way up and down her back. Each time I went down her back I went a little closer to touching her ass. On my way back up her back I ran my hands further and further down her sides to touch her tits. Her breasts, magnificent and luscious that they were, pressed against the lounge chair and outward, making the sides very visible. Eventually, I was touching the top of her ass, and the sides of her tits every time I made a pass. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.

Just as I was beginning to wonder if she was asleep and what my next move should be, she spoke up and said "Don't forget my butt and legs".

I felt my dick spasm in my pants and was surprised at how close I was to cumming with that statement alone.

"Sure, I said" I gulped and marveled at how smart I was for all of this. It felt like I was practically James Bond.

I decided to be cautious. I started with her feet and massaged oil into them. Then I worked my way up her left leg, the one closest to me. I took my time, making sure to massage her muscles as I went. When I got to her thigh, I was surprised at how solid and muscular it was. I had thought it was just big, but no, it was well toned.

When I got to the top of the thigh, I let the side of my hand brush almost against her pussy, and then stopped. I moved up to her ass.

I started with her left ass cheek, and began rubbing oil into it and massaging as I went. When I would lean forward the tip of my hard dick would touch her leg through my swim trunks. I don't think she could tell what it was though.

"Is that in your way too?" She asked. Without waiting for a reply she reached back with both of her hands and untied the strings to her bikini bottoms. She lifted her pelvis off the chaise lounge just high enough to pull them out from under her and discard them onto the nearby chair. "That's better', she said and went back to her head lying on her arms, looking away from me.

It took my breath away! Here was a beautiful, naked middle aged woman letting me rub lotion into her ass for her, seemingly careless of any awkwardness or the sexual tension of my youth.

Her legs were spread plenty enough for me to see her cute little pussy, the lips starting to grow and swell were some moisture glistened at her opening, whether from sweat or arousal, I didn't know.

I set back to my task and began rubbing the lotion into her ass more vigorously. First I let my slick hand slide between the cheeks of her ass, just a little at first and more and more boldly as she didn't correct me.

Without really meaning to I felt the thumb of my right hand sweep over her asshole which clinched involuntarily at my touch and then relaxed. I paused for a moment, not sure if I had screwed up, and then continued.

I stood up, my erection painful in my shorts, and moved to the other side of the chaise. When I sat, I felt her shift her weight toward me, instead of away this time. I began at her ankle again but this time worked my way much more quickly to her thigh and then her ass. This time I spent a lot of time rubbing the oil into her crack and running my finger over her little rosebud over and over. I was far too scared to press a finger into her, though later I wished I had.

Finally, with all the courage I could muster I let my left hand slip down from the crack of her ass and run the full length of her slit to her clit, and then back to her ass. Her lips were wet and hot and felt amazing to touch.

With a sharp intake of breath her hips shot off of the lounger and into the air almost pressing her ass to my face. She exhaled and relaxed again, but I thought I had screwed everything up.

"I'm sorry", I said quickly!

"No," She said. "That was okay. But I think we are done with that part for now. Time for you to get the other side."

"I..." I stammered, "I thought I already got this other side."

"No, this one."

With that she rolled over onto her back, completely discarding the top along the way. She took off her sunglasses and casually draped an arm over her eyes to conceal them from the sun. Also, I thought, to make it less embarrassing for me to go on.

"Start with my chest, I think" she said innocently enough. "I don't want them to burn."

"Neither do I"! I said and she chuckled softly. She still sounded drunk.

Just like she said, I started with her chest. Her breasts were amazing. They were huge and richly freckled from the sun. Here nipples were hard and erect and standing proud. I put more lotion on my hands and took one in each of them. I rubbed and lifted and fondled. I pinched the nipples and the more I did that, the deeper her breathing got. But she never told me to stop or that I was being too rough, so I just kept pinching and kneading until finely she told me to move lower.

"Get my stomach, would you."

"Sure I said", just a little disappointed. My own breathing had gotten a little ragged at this point. Her stomach was a lot flatter than I realized. She really was in great shape. How had I not noticed she was this hot before?

I massaged the oil in from the bottom of her tits to the top of her bush. She was neatly trimmed, but still had more hair there than I had seen on any of the other girls I had been with that had let me see. The second time I got close to her bush, she said "I think that's good there. Lower please".

I started rubbing the lotion into the bush itself and after only a second she said "Lower".

Fuck it, I thought and started rubbing little circles directly on top of her clit. As soon as I touched her there she repeated the show raising her hips up and gasping. She relaxed again and let out a strangled "That's good. Just there."

I took that as my cue and started rubbing from the top to the bottom of her slit, making little circles at the top each time I got there. Her breathing became more ragged and I pressed too fingers into her as far as they would go. That was her trigger to cum, and I fingered her with one hand and massaged her clit with the other until a thin stream of milky liquid ran out of her and she was gasping for air like she was drowning.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal and I didn't really know what to do, but eventually she reached down and grabbed my wrist to stop me.