The Lady Next Door
By TJA.
I didn’t bother with trunks. I’d been swimming naked since I was a kid, and the sensation of the cool water against my bare skin was pure freedom. I was a little self-conscious of my penis as it was well under two inches soft, so I avoided nude beaches and resorts from fear of being the smallest guy there, just enjoying outdoor nudity at home. I dove in, the chlorine stinging my nose, followed immediately by the relief of the temperature drop. I floated on my back, staring up at the blue sky, letting the sun bake my shoulders for a while. I then swam laps for 10 minutes to get the heart pumping and release some pent-up energy. Once I was done, I climbed the steps out and padded naked to a sun lounger, very aware of the cold water having shrunk my dick and balls back to almost nothing.
I put on my sunglasses, lay on a lounger to dry, and must have dozed off for a few minutes, lulled by the hum of the cicadas and the gentle lapping of water against the pool tiles. I woke up with a start, my body warm in the sunshine. My cock was hard, a fact that wasn’t unusual for me, but it felt particularly rigid today, throbbing in the heat. I lay there for a moment, staring at the empty sky, wondering if I should get up. I decided to indulge myself. I grabbed a bottle of sun lotion from the side table and stood up to slather myself from head to toe, and finished on my rock-hard dick as it sat at its full length, a shade under five inches.
Horny as hell, I lay back down and spread my legs so they hang off the sides of the lounger, feet planted. I began to stroke myself, my hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I closed my eyes, imagining the pool was filled with a bunch of naked women, and I let myself go. I slowed down, teasing the head, then sped up, my breath coming in short gasps. It was a slow burn, a perfect way to spend a lazy morning.
Just as I was about to tip over the edge, I felt a prickle of awareness at the back of my neck. I opened my eyes and lazily scanned the scene around me. Then, out of the corner of my eye, there she was, standing at the window next door. A woman, maybe thirty, with short blonde hair, standing in the frame, watching me. My heart hammered against my ribs. I was frozen, exposed, with my erection standing tall in the open air. I stopped for a moment, but she didn’t look away. She was watching me with a wicked, knowing smile, her eyes fixed on me. I didn’t let on I’d seen her and resumed stroking my hard dick. My internal monologue rationalized that, if she was disgusted by my actions, she would have moved away or even opened the window and shouted at me. I was also sure she’d not be able to tell I was sneaking looks in her direction because of my Ray-Bans and the angle of her viewpoint at my four o’clock position.
A part of me wanted to scramble away. Who was she? Realtor? Prospective buyer? The old lady’s family? Instead, I ignored the whole question as a perverse thrill shot through me. Convinced she was unaware I’d spotted her voyeurism, I continued to stroke myself, harder this time, using the lotion to make my hand glide slickly over my skin. I kept glancing at her out of the corner of my eye, a silent spectator to my assumed private moment of pleasure. That she was watching made me impossibly horny; I felt like I was performing for her, a live porn movie of sorts. I clenched my jaw and stroked faster, my hips bucking slightly off the lounger until I eventually came with a groan, shooting a huge amount of cum all over my chest and stomach, the hot cum dripping down my body.
I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, then grabbed a towel to wipe myself clean. I looked up, and she was still there, now holding her phone up, the screen lighting her face in the room’s shadow, clearly taking pictures or maybe video. Panic flared in my chest. What was she going to do with that? Before I could overthink it, I scrambled up, discarded my towel, and dove into the pool, submerging myself completely to hide my embarrassment.
I swam for about 10 minutes and kept an eye on her. Then, as I turned after a lap, she was suddenly gone.
I soon came inside, showered, and went out to the strip mall a couple of miles away. When I opened my door, I noticed an Escalade parked in the driveway of the empty house next door. The “For Sale” sign was still there, but a bright yellow “Sold” sticker was displayed. I wondered if I hadn’t noticed that ‘sold’ sign, and I thought about it while grabbing groceries and lunch; my brain was distracted by the thought that my actions might cause a problem with the new neighbor, or, worse, the authorities. I drove back from the store, half expecting to see a Police cruiser in my driveway, but it was clear as I parked. As I climbed out, she waved at me and called out a friendly “Howdy!” so I walked over. She was unloading boxes from the back of the large SUV. I stepped up to the open tailgate and offered a hand, introducing myself by name.
“I’m Mike. Need a helping hand, neighbor?” I asked.
“Yeah, thanks,” she said, flashing a bright smile. “I’m Mary-Jane.” Her pretty face, topped with a perfectly styled short blonde haircut, her long denim skirt, and oversized plaid shirt hid her body from me, though. We exchanged pleasantries as I helped her haul boxes into the house. She was strong, with muscled, defined arms, and we both ended up sweating profusely by the time we were done. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, looking at her leaf-covered pool, the green algae shimmering in the sunlight.
“God, it looks disgusting,” she said, wiping sweat from her neck. “My pool is only half filled, and the water is gross. Mind if I cool off in your pool, plus I can’t even shower as the water here is all messed up and the guy coming to fix it won’t be here until the morning!”
I instinctively asked how she knew we had a pool, and she simply said she’d noticed when the realtor showed them the house two months earlier. “Go ahead,” I said, pointing out where to find the side gate. “I’ll leave it unlocked.”
I left her unpacking some kitchen items and quickly went home, eating half my Subway and grabbing a cold beer. I quickly went to my bedroom and put on a pair of loose swim shorts, then sent Nina a WhatsApp message to let her know we have new neighbors and that I’d invited them over to use our pool, as theirs isn’t in good condition. Beer in hand, I went out to the deck and waited.
Twenty minutes later, the gate opened, and Mary-Jane walked out. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw her in a red one-piece swimsuit that looked exactly like the ones they wore on Baywatch back in the nineties. It was tight, hugging her curves, her large tits, and short blonde hair bouncing as she walked. She was about 5’5″, with big, natural breasts that strained against the fabric, a bit of a tummy, but undeniably sexy, with strong, womanly legs that gave her an amazing presence.
She left a towel on a lounger and went over to the pool, going down the steps directly, as if she’d seen me use them before. I watched her do a few lazy laps in breaststroke, with her head out of the water, clearly trying to avoid getting her perfectly set haircut wet. I sat on a lounger, nursing my beer, my sunglasses back on so I could watch her without being too obvious, trying to keep my eye line away from the pool.
“Need a drink?” I asked, standing up.
“One of those beers would be perfect,” she said. So I went inside, grabbed another couple of bottles from the fridge, and brought them out. On my return, she’d gotten out of the pool and was lying on the lounger adjacent to mine. I passed her a beer, and she immediately took a long swig, sighing with that satisfying first-sip sound.
“You’ve got a great setup here,” she said, leaning up on one elbow to look right at me. “Ever skinny dip?”
I was taken aback by the brazenness of the question and hesitated for a few seconds. Mary-Jane had a naughty grin on her face as our eyes met. She winked, then took another swig of beer.
“Yeah, I do. Your place was empty for so long, and the previous owner was old and lived on the lower floor, which gave me plenty of opportunity. So I never wear anything if I don’t have to. But I totally understand if you’d rather I didn’t know that you’ve moved in.”
“Well, you don’t have to cover up on my behalf,” she said, her voice dropping an octave, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I reacted as if it were a joke, chuckling and moving the chat back to where she lived before. She told me about their old place near Dallas, including how her husband never wore anything in their pool there, but that it wasn’t overlooked, and hoped my wife and I wouldn’t be offended if he, or anybody else for that matter, swam nude in their pool once it was sorted. I said that it was fine with me, and it was unlikely my wife would care. I said it with the hope she wouldn’t care, but I guess there was a chance she would! However, on the positive side, she has never had issues about nudity or my skinny-dipping, so I was likely okay, maybe?
The skinny-dipping chatter soon was front and center with Mary-Jane asking if I would be naked right now if she weren’t here. I admitted I probably would, and she again took charge of the conversation, suggesting I strip off if I wanted to, the suggestion more of an order in tone.
Since she’d seen everything, and I do mean everything, I decided to see where this might go. With a quiet statement to clarify we weren’t swingers, I looked at her, then down at my shorts. I untied the drawstring and let them fall to the ground. I stood there, my soft cock pointing straight out at its usual 45 degrees, sitting atop my balls. She didn’t even pretend to look away. She stared right at it, her eyes roaming over the length of it, her head tilting slightly.
I felt a little self-conscious. I knew it wasn’t huge. It was below average, maybe a lot below average when soft, at just over one and a half inches, but if it meant she too would get nude, I decided it was worth it. I shifted from foot to foot, nervous energy taking over. My hands instinctively covered my groin as I sat back on the lounger.
“You’re a grower, aren’t you?” she asked suddenly.
I felt my cheeks redden as I answered her, like answering honestly was an order for me to follow. “Yeah. I am.”
She laughed, a loud, throaty sound. “My husband is too. He’s only about one to one inch soft, but nearly four inches when he’s hard.”
“I’m five inches hard!” I admitted to her, a bit too quickly.
She raised an eyebrow. “Five inches? Bigger than my husband! My husband’s got a bit of an inferiority complex about his small dick, but I think it’s cute.”
“I do too!” I said.
“You think my Marty’s penis is cute, too?” she responded with a laugh.
I nearly answered, but realized she was just teasing me.
“You don’t have to be shy with me, Mike,” she said, her voice softening. “It’s very liberating, isn’t it? Talking about it? Getting it all out in the open.”
I nodded, realizing the conversation was affecting me. My penis was reacting to the sexual chatter and Mary-Jane’s red swimsuit. As it began to stiffen, rising off my balls, it began to cast a shadow on my stomach. I felt very embarrassed, but she didn’t seem to care. She just looked at it, her eyes darkening.
“I think I need to go for a swim,” I said.
Quickly standing and doing a running jump into the pool, the water splashing over the edge as I submerged. I swam a few laps, trying to cool down, but the image of her in the red swimsuit and her frank conversation kept replaying in my mind. I realized my erection wasn’t going away, and the cold water had my balls somewhere in my intestines. I swam to the edge of the pool, my heart racing, and I rested my arms on the side so we could continue to chat. Mary-Jane was lying face down on the lounger, her back to the sun, her skin showing around the thin strapping at the back of her suit.
“Need anything else?” I asked.
She tilted her head and looked at me, her eyes lingering on mine. “A cold drink of water would be good if you can.”
I looked down at myself. My cock was still hard, sticking straight out, occasionally bouncing into the edge of the pool. I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Can you wait? I have a bit of a problem that needs to subside.”
She smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. “I’ve seen it all before, Mike,” she said, quickly adding, “I mean, erect penises in general.” A moment of her earlier voyeurism nearly caught her out, and she was now covering up her earlier indiscretion.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”
I climbed out of the pool, the water sluicing off my body. My erection was rock hard, pointing the way as I walked back to the house. I could feel her eyes on me the entire time. I grabbed a glass of iced water and came back out, my erection still not wanting to go away. She was sitting up, clapping slowly as I handed her the glass.
“Definitely a grower,” she said, her voice dripping with approval. “That’s a lovely thing to see.”
I handed her the glass, my hands shaking slightly, and I lay back down on my lounger, trying to hide my erection by pulling up my knees. I felt incredibly exposed.
“I’m sorry about that,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
She took a sip of water and then set it down on the ground. “It looks lovely,” she said. “If I were single, I’d offer to help you get some relief, but I’m married. I reminded her I, too, was married and wondered what my Nina would think if she came home right now.
“You’re welcome to sort yourself out, though,” Mary-Jane said with a wink. “I like to watch men take care of themselves, always have. I must have watched more than twenty guys over the years, maybe more!”
I looked at her, my heart pounding. “Really?”
“Really,” she said. “Go ahead. Show me what you’ve got.”
I hesitated for a second, then, remembering she’d seen me do it once already, lowered my legs and reached for my cock. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers closing around the hot, hard flesh, the blood flow so strong it was verging on pain. I began to stroke myself, slowly at first, my eyes fixed on hers. She watched intently, her breathing shallow.
“Speed up,” she commanded softly.
I did. I stroked faster, my hand moving up and down the shaft, the head glistening with pre-cum.
“Slower,” she said.
I obeyed, slowing down to a torturously slow pace.
“Squeeze your balls,” she ordered as she stood and moved nearer, standing so close I could have reached out and touched her legs.
I reached down with my other hand and gently squeezed my testicles, pulling them down slightly.
“Oh, that’s good,” she murmured.
I was so turned on by her commands, by the fact that she was watching me, that I couldn’t hold back. I stroked myself furiously, my hips bucking off the lounger. I came with a roar, shooting another decent amount of cum all over my chest and stomach, surprising myself with the amount considering I’d ejaculated only three hours earlier.
I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, my hand still wrapped around my softening cock. She reached out and touched my cheek, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “Lick your fingers clean,” she said.
I looked at her, confused. “What?”
“Lick your fingers clean,” she repeated, her voice firm. “Now.”
Something in my head went ping. I didn’t know why, but I wanted to obey. I lifted my hand to my mouth and ran my tongue over my fingers, licking up some of the salty, white fluid. It was humiliating, but incredibly erotic. She watched me, her eyes dark with desire, but I realized I was struggling with it; this was too much. I was making a show of it, but I wasn’t exactly licking my fingers clean.
“Perhaps you like that, Mike, maybe you should wipe up the rest,” she commanded, “from your chest and groin. Slurp it down.”
I looked at the mess on my stomach and chest. I hesitated for a second, so she leaned over, grabbed my wrist, and moved it so my fingers landed in a pool of cum. Under her spell, now I scooped up the sticky mess with my fingers. I brought it to my mouth, but I couldn’t.
“I’m sorry, it’s too far for me, Mary-Jane!” As I spoke, my eyes never left hers, a mix of disappointment and anger showing. I felt dirty for having even started to lick my hand, but in a good way. I felt like a submissive teenager, and she was the dominant woman in charge, but as the cum dripped off my fingers in the heat, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
“You’re a good little man-slut,” she said, “But you need to be better trained if we are going to be friends. Men like you don’t normally disappoint me by not doing as they are told!” She said it like a disappointed school teacher, but her voice was thick with desire. She reached down and pinched her nipples through her swimsuit, making them poke through the fabric. She had a dirty, knowing smile on her face as she turned and went back to her lounger.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped up and dove into the pool, submerging myself completely to wash away the evidence. When I came up for air, Mary-Jane was lying back, swiping and prodding at her phone, a constant grin from ear to ear. I swam about for a bit to cool off, not doing laps, just floating until my body cooled down enough, part of me hoping the pool filter was up to the task of clearing out my load.
I made my way to the steps and climbed out, aghast to see that Mary-Jane was taking a picture of me with her phone, a picture of me naked with a post orgasm and very cold penis and balls. I looked down and was horrified to see the cold water had shrunk down to a one-inch nub, pointing out, my balls tucked up high into my groin. I held up a hand instinctively, but it was too late; she’d taken the pics already.
She held the phone up, showing me the screen. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “I want to show my husband. He’s going to love it. It’ll show him that he’s not the only one with a grower, and that there are men with small dicks out there who are willing to be a little adventurous.” She winked at me again. “Maybe we can have a nude men’s swim sometime. Marty will be here Monday, and I’ll introduce you.” She then prodded and swiped at her phone again, turning the screen my way. It was a photo of a naked man, and he looked to be shorter and a little heavier than me, with a deep all-over tan. He was standing naked at an outdoor shower, his small penis clearly showing; her earlier comments about his dick size were clearly accurate.
I had no idea what to say, but I wanted to wash the taste of cum from my mouth, so I went to get another beer. When I came back, Mary-Jane came over and gave me a quick hug, her hard nipples pressed into my chest, then said she had loads to do and left, thanking me for the swim and drink.
To Be Continued…?
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