The Hound of Summer

I'm a dog, no question about it... I'm not proud of it and my transgressions do bother me, so I know my moral compass isn't totally busted, it just isn't very true to honest bearings I guess.

Summer in Texas is unsurprisingly hot, but come August it can be downright oppressive! So, on most weekends the obvious pastime is soaking in a pool or swimming hole with a cooler full of ice cold adult beverages, and last weekend was just like the weekend before, and the weekend before that in that aspect. My wife and I filled up our cooler with beer and hard seltzers and walked down to the pool in our apartment complex.

When we reached the pool we found that most of the usual weekend warriors were already there in the water drinking, listening to music and engaging in friendly banter as they floated listlessly around the large resort style pool. We greeted the few people we knew and claimed a couple of empty loungers to set-up on. I grabbed two cold seltzers from the ice and slid the cooler under the shade of my pool chair. I handed my wife Venessa ("V" as her friends called her) one of the cans as I stretched my sun-bleached T-shirt up and off my back. I had only been outside in the 103 degree heat for a few moments but sweat was already rolling off my chest and trailing down to the waistband of my swim trunks. As a 40 something guy I didn't have the fittest toned chest as some of these gym-rat young guys, no six-pack stomach or ripped biceps, but I wasn't a slob by any stretch either, I was lean and healthy and in fact for my age I was in way better shape than most of my friends who had long since given up after having kids. A few recent experiences had given me enough confidence to know at least a few younger women found my dark tan and well groomed hairy chest attractive— apparently a lot of younger guys don't realize (or care?) how the simple act of good grooming can add "attraction points" to their look, I cared about my appearance and did what I could to stay looking good, and younger girls seemed to notice.

My wife took a long swig of the watermelon-lime seltzer and slipped off the flowing Bohemian cotton cover-cover up she was wearing. The sun glinted off the sweat and suntan lotion on her tight skin, she rocked a bright yellow halter style bikini, and unlike me, she was in great shape!

We both slipped into the water, and posted up in a shaded corner of the pool. Venessa waved excitedly at a young brunette as she wadded over towards us.

"Hey, you guys! Good to see you again." she chirped

"Hi Riley!" my wife replied

"I was hoping you two would be here this weekend— I'm solo, so I've been feeling a bit out of place."

Riley said as she gave my wife a friendly hug.

"Oh, where is your fiancé, today?" V said quizzingly

"Ugh, he had to go into the office, the end of the month books had to get finished before Monday."

"Oh-man, working on a Saturday, that blows!" I said in sympathy.

"Yeah, it's one of the only job hazards numbers people have in their profession. His company has a July fiscal year and does a deep review of the books every August and he is responsible for tracking P&L point variances ...."

My eyes glazed over and I stopped listening out of total boredom, I honestly couldn't give a fuck what her fiancé did, and I certainly didn't want to spend my weekend talking about it. I smiled at V and gave her a wink as I floated away leaving her caught up in a very dull conversation.

I swam over to another group of people I knew from the apartment complex. Rick, a nice enough guy (yet kind of simple), was desperately chatting up Ava and another woman.

Ava's eyes got wide and the frustrated look on her face quickly turned to a bright smile as she saw me wade up to their group— it was painfully obvious she was over the conversation Rick had caught her up in and any relief was clearly welcomed.

"Hey you!" Ava said as our eyes met.

"Hey Ava— yo, Rick" I said as I nodded in his general direction but not taking my eyes off Ava.

"Howdy Chase" he said back to me, obviously agitated that I was breaking up his monopoly on Ava's time.

"Hey Chase, this is my friend Beth." Ava said, introducing the older woman who was lying on an avocado shaped pool float.

"Nice to meet you Beth." I said as I tipped my drink in her direction.

"Likewise." Beth said as she held up a bottle of Tequila.

"Looks like you could use a proper drink."

Beth said jokingly pointing out my fruity seltzer drink.

"Want a drag?"

Beth asked as she held out the bottle of tequila.

"Sure, why the hell not." I said taking the bottle from her.

I tipped the bottle back and took 2 big gulps of the spicy Mexican elixir.

I followed that with the rest of my seltzer and handed the bottle to Ava. She grabbed the bottle from me and chuckled a sweet adorable little giggle as she struggled to keep her balance on the pink raft she was laying on while sitting up to drink from the bottle.

Fucking Christ, I thought to myself as I my eyes fixated on her firm little ass. My leering stare hidden behind dark sunglasses, drank in her long, dark, toned, wet legs— her muscles flexing as she struggled on the raft causing her ass cheeks to pucker into perfect 'peach' dimples, her swimsuit bottom rode up into the crack of her ass, revealing more and more of her perfect butt— no tan lines to be seen. My eyes slowly moved up the backside of her athletic form. Even this women's back was perfect, her shapely back had long tight muscles that gave way to smooth muscular shoulders, she reminded me of the beach volleyball olympians with her tight form and toned body.

I watched as a trickle of pool water flowed off the ends of her wet long auburn hair and down the sun-kissed chestnut skin of her back. I followed the ribbon of water as it pooled in the small of her back, settling between her two dimples of Venus. What I wouldn't give just to lick that puddle of water up, I thought to myself.

We passed the bottle around and the sun, heat and booze helped loosen up the conversation and lower ambitions.

Eventually my wife made her way over to us to join the lively conversation we had going. She took a few swigs of the tequila and settled into a deep conversation with my pool crush Ava.

I got out of the pool to grab more drinks from the cooler, I tossed a few cold beers over to V, Ava, Rick and Beth. I noticed Riley was now sitting on the ledge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water as she read a book under a wide brimmed straw hat.

I felt badly for her. I knew she was fairly new to the complex and didn't know a lot of people, and her boring straight laced personality wasn't going to help her make many friends. I grabbed a strawberry-mango flavored seltzer from the cooler and borrowed the tequila from Beth and made my way over to this poor wallflower of a girl sitting all alone.

"Hey hun, what ya reading under there?" I said as I snuck up behind her.

Riley craned her head way back to see past the brim of her beach hat, her head came to rest just perfectly between my legs. I was now awkwardly straddling this women's head holding a fruit seltzer, and a bottle of booze.

The outstretch position Riley had taken afforded me a unique vantage point of her lean body. I flashed a friendly smile at her, as my eyes behind my shades started their uncontrolled wandering once again.

A tress of raven black hair fell out from under her hat and flashed across her sun-kissed forehead, down across the right lens of her sunglasses and coming to rest on her full pink pursed lips. Her long neck, elegantly stretched out led my eyes down to the valley of her surprisingly full cleavage. Her nipples were straining erectly against the thin azer blue bikini top she wore. My eyes continued down her tight, flat stomach. Her bikini bottom was cut high, showing off her arched rounded hips which suggestively swayed side-to-side as she gently kicked her outstretched legs in the pool.

Her long shapely legs were splayed slightly enough that I could just make out the outline of what appeared to be very full pussy lips pressed under the tight wet cloth.

Fuck, that's nice I thought to myself as I felt my dick get slightly hard under my swim trunks.

"The Tipping Point, by Gladwell." she said in response

"Huh?" I said,confused by her words as her voice snapped me out of my day dream.

"The Tipping Point. It's the name of the book I'm reading." Riley said holding up the paperback she had in her hand.

"Oh, right. Cool.... Wait, The Tipping Point?" I said confused

"The book about marketing trends?" I asked in near disgust.

"I read that for school several years ago." I regretfully said aloud.

"Just how many years ago were you in school?"

She replied in a tone that suggested agism.

I blushed at her pointed question.

"Errr, umm, yeah, well, not THAT long ago." I added.

"Well it looks like you may have hit your 'tipping point', so I brought you a cold drink and a shot."

I said, the bad joke falling flat.

I handed her the seltzer as I sat down next to her. She thanked me and took a sip.

"Look, you see those kids over there?"

I pointed to my wife and the group at the other end of the pool.

"They need help drinking this tequila, because if you don't help, then my wife will drink more than she should, and well, that would be bad for me. So if you're a good neighbor, you'll help me." I said handing her the bottle.

"Oh, well, I'm all for being neighborly but I really don't care for tequila." She replied.

"Yeah, I know... nobody really cares for tequila." I shot back.

She looked the bottle over and then took a swallow.

"That's what I'm talking about!"

I cheered as I gave her a playful nudge with my shoulder.

We continued to chat and drink, and I continued to soak in every inch of her glistening wet body. I became obsessed over the enticing curve of her inner thigh and the suggestive outline of her pussy — could this esoteric girl be making an impression on me?

Conservative, innocent, bookish types were not usually my thing, but Riley was beginning to grow on me.

This girl could actually be pretty darn sexy if she knew how to work what she had I thought to myself. I felt my dick jump to attention again as she brushed her leg against mine as she mindlessly kicked her legs through the water. Her leg was soft and silky, yet surprisingly firm and muscular.

"Oops." she said as her leg lightly brushed mine again

"oops?" I asked back.

"It seems I finished my drink."

she said, turning the can upside down as proof.

"Me too, let's do something about this tragedy shall we?"

I asked, my soft words aimed directly at the contour of her long elegant neck.

"Let's join the party, shall we?"

I said waving her back into the pool as I waded over to my wife and the others.

I introduced Riley to the group and passed the bottle of tequila back around, a damp smouldering joint was introduced as well though I noticed Riley did not partake. Rick chewed her ear off and the other girls were nice enough to save her before he became too bothersome.

I chatted with my wife for a while as we pulled tokes from the joint. And the day went on.

Around 7pm some clouds rolled in and the temperature dropped a few degrees, V looked at me with half closed bloodshot eyes and unceremoniously announced that she wanted to go back to the apartment to take a shower. I told her I would be right behind her after I finished my last drink. Venessa said her goodbyes to the group and promised that she'd be back the following day. I gave her a wave as she gathered her things and headed for home.

"Why is she leaving so early?" Riley asked, floating up to me on a pink inflatable donut.

"She doesn't strike me as the type that leaves a party early."

She added as she dipped her sunglasses below her eyes. Her big baby blues sparkled in the late sunlight. It was the first time I noticed just how blue her eyes were, her thick dark eyebrows made them even more striking.

"Well, you're right she usually does not leave a party early, in fact she's the one usually putting people to bed, but she wanted to get out of her wet suit and take a hot shower."

I said, giving a little shrug of indifference.

"Mmmmmm that sounds nice." Riley said languidly.

"The hot shower that is. I haven't had one of those in two days."

She added

"A shower?" I said confused.

"No, silly, I've had a shower in the last two days, just not a hot one. Our hot water has been out since Thursday."

"Oh, yeah, that makes more sense." I said chuckling.

"Have you tried the emergency breaker for the hot water heater?" I asked.

"Breaker? Emergency what?"

She asked, scrunching up her nose.

"Yeah, I bet that's all it is. It actually happens a lot in these apartments in the summer, if you have the AC running and say the washer or dryer at the same time, the load is too much for the old trippers to take, and the emergency breaker for the hot water heater trips off. It's as simple as the flip of a switch to fix. Though the switch isn't in the fuse box, so it's not as obvious as it probably should be. The switch is next to the heat pump." I explained.

"Oh, that would be great if that's all it is. I can't wait for my finance to get home tonight to fix it. It would be great to have a hot shower again."

"Well you don't need to wait for him, you can fix it easily. All you have to do is go outside on your balcony and open the hot water heater closet and there's a big red switch behind the unit and all you need to do is turn the switch the other way." I reassuringly told Riley.

"Yeah well, that doesn't sound too easy, I'd be afraid I'd screw something up."

She embarrassingly admitted.

"Well, I could do it for you if you want, so you don't have to wait. It honestly will only take a few seconds if that is what the issue is. I don't mind." I offered up.

"Would you!? The thought of being able to take a hot shower again is amazing."

"Yeah, I've finished my drink so I was going to head up anyway, what building are you in?"

"I'm in #13, how about you guys?"

"Ahh, were practically next door, we're in building #12. I'll follow you up" I said with a smile.

We both got out of the pool, I dried off and pulled my tee back on and I watched from across the pool as Riley wiggles about struggling to pull on a pair of cut-off jeans over her tight bikini bottoms. I gathered my things and walked over to her. We walked together up a few flights of stairs and down a breezeway towards her building.

"This is me, 1312." Riley said as she searched her bag for her keys.

She fumbled with the keys and the door lock, tipsy from the booze. The door finally swung open and she waved me into her home. The apartment was very clean and very girly looking, it was hard to imagine she shared the place with a man, he clearly didn't have any say in how the apartment was decorated.

"The water closet and switch should be out on your balcony."

I said pointing to the sliding door across from the living room.

"Ok, great. I'll let you do your thing, I'm gonna get out of my wet suit."

I walked out onto her balcony and found the water closet, just as I had suspected the emergency breaker had switched off. I flipped the switch back on and got down on my hands and knees to look under the heater to make sure the pilot light was still lit— everything seemed to be back in working order.

"Well how does it look?"

Riley said excitedly, catching me off guard and startling me.

She giggled a sweet girlish laugh when I hit my head on the heater from the surprise she gave me. I chuckled as I rubbed my head head in mock injury. I looked up to find Riley silhouetted in the doorway behind me.

"It's all fixed, it was the emergency breaker just as I thought."

"Oh, fantastic! So I'll have hot water?" She said in reply as she stepped out onto the balcony

"Well, yeah but..."

I lost my train of thought as soon as I saw Riley. She was standing above me with two beers in her hand and wearing only the shirt she had on before. The cotton button-up fell just below her muscular tanned thighs and was open from the top three buttons, showing off the womanly cleavage I had admired before. The shirt cinched higher up her thighs as she reached out to offer me the beer she was holding.

"Join me for another cold one? It's the least I could do."

Riley said, biting her lower lip slightly.

"Ugh"

I involuntarily groaned aloud as my eyes fell upon the soft cleft of her glistening cunt lips that ever so slightly peeked out from under the bottom of the shirt hem as her shirt moved upward. Riley took another step forward and leaned over to hand me the beer, her shirt fell open, exposing one of her pink erect nipples. My cock jumped at the sights and sprung into a full and obvious hard-on.

"Uh, I mean, yes, you should have hot water, after awhile. It will take awhile for it to heat back up."

I said trying to cover for the obvious flushed look on my face.

"Oh, I see, and here I thought things were already heating up."

She said handing me the beer with a smirk.

What the fuck? Was this girl coming onto me? What happened to the shy bookworm from the pool?

I took the beer she was offering and took a long gulp from the can. Riley turned and walked back into her apartment. I scrambled to my feet and shamefully tucked my hard-on into my waistband, I took another gulp from the can and followed Riley inside.

I found her lounging on a leather chair, drink in hand.

"Join me." Riley said with a smile, motioning to the couch in front of her.

"Ummm, well. I don't want to ruin your sofa, my suit is still a little wet and kind of dirty from sitting on the ground."

Her shirt was now gathered at her waist fully exposing her long tan legs, my position giving me a strategic view all the way up her stems to the turn of her inner thigh.

"Well, you can take them off."

Riley quickly retorted as her eyes narrowed with a distinct glint of mischief.

"Yeah I suppose I could." I joked back.

I stood in the middle of the living room in an awkward silence for what seemed like ages. Riley drank her beer, staring me in the eyes, seemingly judging me— until she broke the awkward silence.

"I don't get men like you. I really don't. You play at being cool and suave all day long, you say the right things, you come across as confident, yet, when pushed to action you fall flat. It's very disappointing. Do you usually disappoint women?"

Riley's tone was deadly serious, this was not the same sad innocent girl I was chatting with all day!

"I'm not sure what you're joking at, or how the fuck I could possibly be disappointing you. I came here to do you a favor and fix..."

"Oh spare me the 'I'm just a nice guy doing you a favor' bullshit! You know why you followed me to my apartment. You knew my finance wasn't home, you let your wife go home alone and now that you're here, standing in my apartment, you're going to lose your nerve and pretend you're not interested in this happening? Well, I can tell by your hard-on that your dick hasn't lost interest."

Riley looked me dead in the eyes and smiled an evil smile, and without breaking her stare she spread her lovely long legs, fully exposing her cunt to me. My dick engorged to a painful full erection, straining against my swim trunks for escape. The pained look on my face must have spoke volumes.

"Ahhhh, you poor thing. You seemed conflicted. The worm has turned I think." She said with a giggle.

"Sit down." Riley sternly said.

I moved across the room to the sofa in front of her and started to sit down as commanded.

"Stop! What the hell are you doing?" She snapped at me.

"I'm fucking sitting down like you told me." I answered somewhat mad and confused.