The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon as I pulled into the long driveway down to our beach house, leaving a spectacular show of pink, orange and purple hues in its wake. I smiled, feeling the tension and apprehension melt away as I arrived in my happy place, telling myself I had indeed made the right decision to come for the summer, even if I was alone.
I had just dropped my sixteen-year-old twins (Max and Molly) at a nearby camp, where they would be living and working for the summer. My oldest son (Mark) had just graduated from high school and was staying at our house in the city, where he had a good job lined up. My husband Dave had just accepted a promotion at work, which meant he was being sent on a twelve-week training course on the West Coast, leaving me alone at our beach house on the East Coast. At first I was reluctant to come, but I have truly started to look forward to having some time to myself, to rediscover who I am when nobody needs anything from me.
“Jess! You made it! Welcome back!” my neighbour Bill called to me as I got out of the car. Bill was a distinguished man with a tanned body, icy blue eyes and greying hair, in good shape for a man in his late fifties. He had never married, probably because of the long hours he put in as a trauma surgeon. He was married to his work.
I smiled and went over to give him a hug. “So nice to see you! You’re looking great!” I exclaimed as he pulled me just a little too tight, and held me close, stroking my back for what seemed a little too long.
“Where’s Dave and the kids?” he asked. “Joining you later?”
“No. It’s just me this summer,” I answered, explaining where everyone else was. I could be wrong, but I swear that brought a naughty smile to his face and a twinkle to his eyes. He helped me unload the car and get settled, before giving me another tight hug and returning to his place. I had never noticed just how sexy he was until now.
After a good night’s sleep, I awoke refreshed and excited - for the first time in my forty years, I didn’t have to answer to anybody or be responsible for anybody. I could do anything I wanted, any time I wanted. I decided to make my coffee and sit out on my balcony to soak in the warm sun and fresh sea breeze. Looking around, I saw that I was alone (Bill was the only neighbour who could see my balcony), and decided to strip off my top and work on my tan. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on my naked flesh, my nipples hardening in the wind. I dozed off for a few minutes, his voice bringing me back to reality.
“I hope you put sunscreen on. Wouldn’t want those nipples to burn!” Bill called.
I snapped awake and realized I was sitting there topless, giving Bill an eyeful. I quickly sat up, trying to cover myself as I reached for my top, my DD breasts swinging wildly with the motion.
“No need to cover up,” Bill chuckled, no doubt enjoying the show. “I’m a doctor. I’ve seen it all. I just don’t want you to get a sunburn.”
“I’m so sorry, Bill! I didn’t know you were there,” I said, blushing wildly. “I’ve never done this before. I’m not sure what I was thinking. Clearly I wasn’t.”
“Jess, stop! You’re beautiful! Please don’t feel the need to cover up on my account. In fact, I would very much like it if you would continue,” Bill replied.
Well, fuck it. He’d already seen them, so what was the big deal? I stood up and brazenly leaned over the railing, looking towards Bill, giving him an unobstructed view of my breasts.
“You sure you don’t mind?” I asked.
“Not a bit!” he winked, with a grin.
***
Later that afternoon, I took a break from working in my flower beds to sit under the shade of my table umbrella and have a cold glass of lemonade. I could hear the sound of voices approaching out in the water (our beach house has over two hundred feet of beachfront). It was the young couple, presumably honeymooners, who were renting the cozy cottage right behind us. They were barely thirty feet from where I sat, partially obscured by the wild rose bushes along the bank of the shore.
The water was just above waist-deep, and they were locked in a passionate embrace. Their hands were exploring each other as their lips and tongues mashed together. I knew I should give them their privacy, but I just couldn’t look away. I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder. Bill had also heard the couple, and was coming to join me to watch the show!
He grabbed the chair beside me, his arm laying against mine. We watched in silence as the couple continued to splash and play in the water, with hungry hands and mouths. The girl’s tiny bikini top was pulled off her breasts, exposing her tiny tits with puffy pink nipples, which her partner was having fun with as he licked, sucked, and pulled. Her hand disappeared below the water to free his hard cock from his trunks as she then jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, sinking down slowly onto his erection.
I heard a soft moan escape from Bill, drawing my attention away from the couple. His cock was visibly hard beneath his shorts, and his left hand was gently stroking the top of the bulge. I didn’t know where to look, or how to react. Actually, that’s a lie. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I felt my panties growing wet with excitement, my body tingling, giving me goosebumps. My nipples hardened and poked through my tank top. Bill noticed and smiled.
The splashing and moaning out in the water drew our attention back to the young couple. She was bouncing hard on his cock, getting faster and louder as she neared her climax. He was sucking her tits as he pumped vigorously. He let out a deep moan as she squealed and clung to him tightly. They finally separated and dove into the water, swimming and splashing playfully. The show was over... for now!
The sound of Bill’s phone buzzing interrupted us. He checked the message and took off running, hopping in his truck and leaving a trail of dust behind him. I guess he got called in to work. It was probably for the best, because who knows what would have happened if he stayed. For some reason, I had never really noticed him as the incredibly sexy silver fox he was. He had always just been “Bill, our neighbour”. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Bill and I were heading down a new path together.