Lounging Naked by the Pool

Dixie was doing a leisurely backstroke in the pool, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her bare breasts and listening for a sign her neighbours had returned from work.

The rumble of a familiar car reached her ears, and Dixie paused a moment to confirm it pulled into the driveway next door before flipping over in the water and beginning her laps.

She swam naked every day, regardless of the weather. It rejuvenated her, helped her feel alive. The young men next door had moved in about 6 months earlier, fresh out of college by the looks of them, trying to set themselves up in the world. She’d been aware of them watching her for the last two.

She lifted her head out of the water long enough to hear a second car pull up, and by the time she’d down the next lap there was the now-familiar rustling in the bushes.

She rolled over to do a lap of backstroke, giving the young fellas a good view, and then finally she flipped over and dove beneath the water for the last few metres of the lap. She stood up, wiping the water out of her eyes, and pulled herself up out of the water, facing the bushes as she squeezed the excess water out of her hair and let it run down over her breasts.

She dried herself off and stretched along the pool lounge, positioned so as to be best viewed from the neighbour’s fence.

“Mmm…” she murmured, cupping a breast and tweaking her nipple. She listened for the telltale rustle in the bushes to confirm the young men were in place, and then she lay down on the lounge chair, one arm behind her head, the other brushing through her pubic curls.

She circled her clit with a thumb, apply a gentle pressure to start with, then spread her legs, sliding two fingers across her folds and gathering up some of the wetness before returning to circle her clit again.

“Mmm.” She moaned loudly, her other hand moving to roll a nipple between her fingers, pulling slightly, squeezing just enough to set the fire burning in her groin. She slid her fingers between her legs again, lifting her hips to slid them inside, stroking harder as she moaned in pleasure.

There was a distinct groan from the bushes, cut short as someone else hushed him.

Dixie hadn’t realised how alive being watched could make her feel, the thought that her pleasure was giving someone else pleasure. She bit her lip, spread her legs wider, tilting her hips so she was sure they were getting the best possible view.

She removed her fingers again, returned to her clit. She’d wanted to take her time, to tease them, but she’d got herself so horny just thinking about this moment that now it was here she couldn’t hold back, rubbing her clit so hard she was knew it’d be sore the next day.

“Oh, my, god!” She groaned, sinking back into the lounge chair.

Similar groans and gasps came from the bush, all of them too caught up in the moment to even think of being quiet.

She wondered if any of them would be brave enough to jump the fence and have some fun. It had been so long since she’d had a good fuck, surely these virile young men would be able to give her one?

A soft smile crossed her face. How hard could it be to woo a bunch of horny young men?

Tomorrow, she planned to find out.

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