The Pool Chair (based on a true story )  

Paulxx001 61M
441 posts
5/16/2018 4:48 pm

Last Read:
9/15/2018 8:14 pm

The Pool Chair (based on a true story )

My new neighbours Diane and George , (an attractive married couple in their 40s), shared a back yard gate with me, which devided our properties and was there when I bought my house. That gate was never locked. They had a pool, and I had a jacuzzi, and summer was just around the corner. We had cheerfully agreed that we were all planning on using that gate often, to cross from one side to the other. It was a Saturday afternoon, in early June and I had been invited to their pool for a swim.

I walked, towel in hand, through the gate and into their yard, where I froze suddenly, in my tracks. I was shocked to find Diane, by the other side of the pool, completely naked - her legs spread wide open, lying on a reclining pool chair. I said, not a word, but quietly tiptoed across the grass and along the edge of the pool and approached her, paused (holding my breath) , and sat on the chair facing her- perhaps a foot or two away . She was laying, on her towel draped chair. The ear phones to her phone were plugged in, and her eyes were covered with a small, dampened hand towel - as she slowly massaged her already glistening pussy.

I watched her as she caressed her swollen clit, and plunged her fingers into herself and quivered repeatedly - all the while moaning and sighing. Her hands and fingers were dripping wet and the spider webs of her lust filled juices formed tiny ribbons of reflected, glistening sparkles of light in the bright afternoon sun. Her moans grew louder and she intensified her rhythm as she punished her pink, pulsing, protruding clit with her fingers. Finally she shuddered, and quivered and arched her back to - what was obviously - a complete body shaking, mind numbing, orgasm. She was ( I thought), quite oblivious to my presence, just feet away. I watched as her legs twitched and her toes curled and uncurled in a really cute, hot and sexy way... and I smiled to myself. I was hard and wet and totally turned on by her vibrant and very shameless and open demonstration.

She seemed quite shocked and embarrassed when she finally lifted her hand towel from her eyes and saw me sitting there in my bathing suit, just feet away . My cock was rock hard and I knew that I was soaking wet from precum. She tried to cover herself, but her hand towel was too small and her bathing suit had been obviously, thrown quite a long ways, on another chair. I wasn't going to offer much help . I didn't. I sat there and smiled at her.

As I grinned at her I asked her the first question that came to my mind - "Where's George?"

"At a golf tournament", she stammered , still breathing heavily. "He's home soon".

I noticed that her pussy was totally soaking wet and her liquid and warm womanly drippings had left a reflective puddle on her towel. She lay there, on the chair, for what seemed like a minute or two - quite speechless and breathless. Finally, she brushed her fingers through her blond hair, and got up off her chair, and walked, quite slowly, and deliberately, and confidently, over to her bathing suit. She clutched it, and with swift and practiced expertise , wove it back onto her body. It was equally hot, just to watch her get dressed as it was to see her naked. The mind of a man is complex - I laughed again to myself.

A mere minute later, and quite composed, she poured me a tall glass of gin and tonic. As she poured my drink, she clasped my eyes in hers and confessed, in a soft whisper to me - " I knew that you were there. I knew that your were sitting there, all along!"
If it were possible, I would have gotten twice as hard and twice as wet thinking about what she had just said . She smiled at me. I slowly sipped my cold drink and looked at her and sat down on her pool chair. Diane - was such, a, tease! She smiled back at me and we toasted - ' To good neighbours ! "
George, her husband, arrived from his golf tournament minutes later, and greeted me with a robust and firm handshake and a 'man hug' and an invitation to a diving contest.

Yes... it was going to be an interesting summer. I felt content with my neighbours, as I sipped from my glass , and smiled at Diane and George and enjoyed the icy coolness of a perfectly, prepared, drink!

©May 2018 Paul P.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Guys . . . girls . . . have you ever walked in unexpectedly on your neighbour while they were in a compromised or hot position ?
Have they ever walked in on you? What happened . . .

Share your stories ...please!


Words are like meat loaf- they can be sculpted into any shape you choose.

sexyldy1000 57F  
1346 posts
5/16/2018 7:37 pm

As you know, it's always a sensual delight when someone is watching you pleasure yourself.
Looks like you would be a nice, tight fit.

Stimulate my mind and the possibilities are endless.

Tmptrzz 55F  
50054 posts
5/20/2018 3:42 pm

That's a very hot enticing story loved it, I see you have immense skills I saw what you said in the chat room and I was going to respond but you left..

Just your average every day run of the mill nana here!!!

Paulxx001 replies on 5/20/2018 11:21 pm:
Thanks and no worries . . . I was baked by the sun today and needed some ice in my drink. Thanks for dropping by . . .

Paulxx001 61M
2252 posts
5/22/2018 9:31 pm

i'm sure there will be other adventures over the summer that I might be able to share with you . . . .

Words are like meat loaf- they can be sculpted into any shape you choose.

Paulxx001 61M
2252 posts
7/2/2018 8:58 pm

I have a jacuzzi and Diane and George and a few other friends make it over to my place for some fun in the bubbles...

Words are like meat loaf- they can be sculpted into any shape you choose.

Become a member to create a blog