Splash

Splash
By: Mark Jennings

I had just moved into my first house, a small, 2 bedroom bachelor pad in a quiet suburb, close to my job, and too far from my hard partying college ways, ways I wasn't quite ready to give up at 23. But it was cheap, and clean, and they let me have a dog and throw parties, so I knew I could make it work. My first night staying there, I threw a low key party for my old friends, and invited my neighbors to join me, hoping to get to know a few of them, I was surprised to find out that it was a pretty young neighborhood, the oldest couple was 31 and 30, and had been married for three years. There were plenty of guys I could see myself barhopping with, and quite a few young ladies I planned on pursuing if the chance came up. My next door neighbor, to the left, was definitely on that list. She only stopped in for a moment to introduce herself, before heading off to another party, but immediately I noticed she had nice curves, a great rack, and dark sexy eyes shadowed by here thick brown hair. She introduced herself as Rachel, and we chatted for a moment, and she told me she worked at some pencil pushing job, but her passion was swimming. She had swam in college for a D-1 school, and was now training for her first major ocean race, which she did for fun and the occasional prize money. She also invited me to her pool party, which would be in a months or so.

I had a good time at the party, met some great people, and even made out for a while with one of my other hot neighbors, before she abruptly left, probably embarrassed for throwing herself at a complete stranger. Once the dust cleared, I finally got some much needed sleep, anticipating all the work I had to do in the next month to get this place the way I wanted it.

I woke up fresh and hangover free at 3 in the afternoon, and realized that if I didn't do something drastic I would be awake until the early hours again, and my body clock would be completely scrambled. I knew I had two options: either I could fall asleep whenever and force myself awake on just a few hours rest, or I could completely exhaust myself, turn in at a decent hour, and wake up back on track. I chose the latter, and set about looking for a nearby gym or fitness center where I could go hit the weights for three hours and wear myself out. My internet wasn't hooked up yet, and I was not given a phone book, so I got dressed for a workout, and went out to my car to leave. As I did, I saw Rachel leaving her car and heading towards her house, so I waved and walked over to ask her where she trained. She said "I don't lift weights, I have a routine of Pilates and Plyometrics designed for the pool, and I do those every night. To be honest I can't think of anything like that, but I really don't spend a lot of time downtown" I said thanks anyway, and headed out into the urban areas hoping to stumble across a gym, or a library where I could find one. I passed Gold's Gym just inside of Downtown, and stopped in there. I usually hate the big bodybuilder gyms, with huge intimidating guys all looking angry, and people offering to sell you steroids, but I really didn't have a lot of choice, and I had been slacking on my regular workout.

I set out to do a full body routine, and worked everything from my shoulders to my calfs, used nearly every machine in the place, and ended up pumping for a solid three hours. I finished it off with a half hour of interval running on the treadmill, and went home, buying a small meal on the way home. I knew I had taken a big chunk out of my energy, and would sleep like a baby that night. I also felt good because I had worked off most of the beer and junk food calories from the night before. I got home and set about unpacking my stuff, hoping to make a dent in that before bed. I soon realized I had nothing left, and went upstairs to lie on the balcony, and enjoy the night air before I went to bed. I lied down, and was about to doze off, when I heard a splash next door. Rachel had just dived into her pool, wearing a white bikini. I was surprised to see that she wore a bikini to train, but was curious about these plyometric and Pilates workouts. But first, she stood up, reached back, and untied the string of her bikini top, and pulled it off, tossing it on the lawn between the pool and her house. She then began to wriggle out of her bottom, and then floated on her back, with it hanging on her foot, and kicked. It was a very high kick, and it had a large arc to it. The bottom slowly spun through the air, and dropped just on the other side of our shared chain link fence. She gasped when it landed, then swore quietly and slapped the water.

She then went over to the side of her pool, hoisting herself up on the side, and leaned over to open a small box I had noticed before. She reached in, pulled out a small jar, and closed it. She opened the jar, and I realized it was probably Vaseline, which I knew swimmers used to help them slip through the water. By this time I was watching her with the binoculars I left on my balcony for bird watching. I knew it was creepy, but I just couldn't pass up this show. She proceeded to carefully rub the Vaseline up and down each arm, taking care to cover all of her skin. She then began to rub it on the front of her shoulders, before moving down to just above her breasts, and lathering it on their. After that she went around her breasts, circling them a couple of times before moving onto her right breast, and began rubbing up and down on it. She gave a small, satisfied sigh when she rubbed it on her nipple, and shook herself before moving on to her left. After that she rubbed her back up and down, awkwardly covering it before moving on. When she had coated that, she finished off her stomach, and moved over to the ladder. There, she propped her leg up and slowly rubbed up and down, right to the feet, and stopped just below he ass and pussy. She dipped into the jar again, and began caressing her ass with it, rubbing all around it, before moving around her hips, and began prodding her fingers around her pussy. She gave a slight shudder, and I realized she must have touched her clit just a bit.

I was hard as a rock, and incredibly thankful that neither of us had outdoor lights on. She had just a small lamp inside her door wall, and all my lights were off. My eyes were well adjusted, and I could see almost everything from the light of the moon.

From there, she began to go thought a series of exercises, which primarily stretched her back, leaving her breasts above the water for me to see, o or flexing her hips and legs. One particular stretch had her lean out with her stomach on the edge of the pool, her legs hanging out over the grass, and her body out over the water. She would bend at the waist, submerging her head, and hanging her legs nearly down to the grass. Then she would stretch her back, lift her body and legs up as high as she could, giving me a great view of her ass as it stretched and contracted. After two reps with her legs together, she pulled her legs far apart on the way up, and I could barely see her slit through the binoculars. She alternated between open and closed legs a couple more times, before gracefully sliding back into the pool. She did a few laps in her short pool, and then began to fool around, turning flips and doing handstands.

After a while, she went over to the pool box again, and pulled out a small pool toy I recognized as the "torpedo" a little rocket shaped toy that flew through the water. Hers was smaller than the one I'd seen, which were about a foot long, and four inches thick. It was only about 8 inches, and two around. She took it over to the ladder, and began smearing it up and down with Vaseline. She rubbed it between her tits a few times, using her other hand to stimulate her nipples as she held them together, before tracing the point of it down across her stomach, and near her pussy, teasing herself with the end. She then shoved it deep in her pussy, and I heard her sharply take in a breath, before she slowly began to move it up and down, her head rolling back and her eyes closing as she fucked herself. She went at it for a good five minutes, before she pulled it out, and smiled dangerously. Climbing up on the side of her pool, she lay on her back, locked her legs around the side, and began to masturbate again, plunging the little toy into her pussy over and over. She began to make small moaning noises, getting progressively faster and louder, before she sent herself over the edge, twisting herself back into the pool to enjoy the sensation.

She came up for air, put the toy and the Vaseline away, and then got out to dry off. She paused at the top of the ladder, giving me one last look at her amazing body, all though she didn't know it, before descending and reaching for her towel, on a rack next to the pool. She vigorously dried herself, and then, to my surprise, threw the towel over her shoulder, and walked towards her house. She stopped to pick up her bikini top, looked at it for a second, and then shrugged her shoulders, before walking into the house.

I was halfway into my house, my dick all ready in hand, when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I forced my rock hard cock back into my pants, and ran downstairs. I paused at the door, and walked casually outside. Rachel had shut off the lamp, and I hoped she was washing off the Vaseline in the shower. I also hoped she was pleasuring herself again, and my cock twitched at the thought. I snuck along the fence, picked up her bikini bottoms, and stuffed them quickly into my pocket. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with them, but I knew having them would be too my advantage. I nonchalantly walked back to the house, then rushed upstairs, my cock free as soon as my backdoor was shut. I rushed into the bathroom, and jerked quickly, having been hard for nearly two hours now from all the teasing. I had refused to touch my cock the entire time she was in the pool, knowing it would be all the sweeter if I waited. I came in just a few strokes, and my load shot hard out of my tip, and splattered against the wall behind the toilet. I couldn't believe how hard it had come out, how fast. I quickly cleaned up the mess, hopped in the shower, and then went to bed. I was asleep in seconds, and had wonderful dreams of swimming and fucking.

The next morning, I was having trouble telling whether it was all a dream, and then I spotted the bikini bottoms on my floor. My cock raged as I pondered how to play this. If I kept the bottoms, she might never know I saw her, and I could look forward to frequent free shows. On the other hand, she might suspect me, think I was a creep, and nothing would ever happen.

I could also give it back to her. She would probably know I saw her, but I wouldn't be a thief, and she might appreciate not losing an expensive bathing suit enough to overlook my peeping. I still hadn't decided as I went about my day. I knew I had to give it back to her within a day, maybe two if I could think of a decent excuse about being gone all day. I still hadn't decided when I heard her splash into the pool, that evening. I rushed upstairs, knowing this would be a good time to offer it back. I paused, stepped out on the balcony, and wondered what she had done without her suit. She was wearing a blue, modest one piece, an actual swimming suit, and I feared I had scared her off. After a few laps, though, she slid out from her shoulder straps, and slid it off her body. She carefully placed it on the rungs of the ladder, and reached into her box for her Vaseline.

Grabbing the bottoms, I hurried downstairs, and walked out into the yard. "Hey, neighbor" I called, and she screamed, dropping the jar of Vaseline, and looking in my direction. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to give you this" I said, holding the bottoms at arms length. "I found them by the fence this morning, and figured they must be yours." She laughed and replied "Oh, yeah sorry about that, I was wondering where those went, I figured a raccoon carried them off in the night or something" she said, grinning. "You want them now, or should I drop them off tomorrow?" I asked, and she replied "Sure, bring them over."

I quickly hopped the fence, walked over to the pool, and handed her the bottoms. I leaned against the pool to chat, and she covered her breasts with her arms, chatting away as she treaded water around the pool. After about five minutes, she gave me a devilish smile and said "You want to join me for a swim?" I said "Sure, but am I interrupting your workout?" "No, I'm on an off day, recovering. My coach recommends six days a week." "Okay, let me go get my suit, and I'll come join you." I said, and turned to head back to my house, bluffing. "There is a strict no suit policy after dark in my pool, Tim, so it's either naked or not at all." Mentally celebrating, I laughed and replied "Have it your way" before tugging my shirt off and slipping off my shoes and socks. I paused for a moment before undoing my belt, and sliding my shorts and boxers down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and stood there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of the night air around my cock, and the tingling of my balls adjusting to the cold. Rachel swam over and leaned on the edge, saying "Hurry up, your not chicken, are you?" Laughing, I gripped the sides of the pool, bent my knees and jumped over the side, splashing down. She clapped, but moved away, and we began to chat and flirt, as she kept a safe distance. I wasn't sure if she was teasing me, or if she had no intentions of fucking me at all, but I knew after a while I had to take matters into my own hands. I looked down, realized the water was pretty dark, and thought of an opening.

She started doing flips and handstands again, and challenged me to do the same. A plan immediately developed in my head. I did the front flip, and she dared me to try a backflip. "I can backflip, but the chlorine burns my eyes. Do you have a pair of swim goggles I can borrow?" Nodding, she swam over to the box, and tossed me a pair of competition speedo goggles. I adjusted them to my eyes, submerged myself a few times to check the fit, and visibility. I realized I could only see about a foot in front of me, so I had to be careful with what I was about to do. I flipped forward, flipped backward, and did all the rest of the theatrics she was doing, and we went back to just skating around.

Then, she leaned against the wall for a moment, and I took my chance. Using one of the things I had always been good at, I dove deep underwater, and swam with my stomach inches above the floor, in her general direction. In one quick motion, she came into view, and I snuck up to her, and licked my tongue along her pussy, before forcing it inside. I licked and explored for as long as I could, and she did nothing to stop me. I finally had to surface, and as I did, I stuck my two fingers in her, and came to the surface. Still thrusting my fingers into her pussy, I began licking and sucking all over her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. She threw her head back, and her fingers joined mine deep inside her gaping slit. She grabbed my hand with hers, thrust one more time, and then pulled us both out. She grabbed the floating Vaseline jar, dug out a huge gob, and went under water, rubbing it up and down my shaft, stroking me slowly.

She stayed down there for an incredibly long time, playing with me, before coming up. She carefully climbed onto me, placing my hands beneath her beautiful ass, and lowered herself slowly onto my dick. She placed her hands on my shoulders and began raising and lowering herself slowly. I moved in unison with her thrusts, and she was soon moaning rhythmically with each motion, gripping into my shoulders with her nails. I moved her over to the side of the pool, leaned her back against the edge, and she wrapped her hands around the outside of the pool. With her so positioned, I withdrew my cock almost to the tip, and shoved it back in as hard as I could. She Yelped and then sighed loudly, as I pulled back, and began fucking her as hard as I could, forcing water out of my way as I blasted repeatedly into her. Every time I pulled out, water would rush in, and every time I would push back in, the water would be forced out, making odd squelching noises. I changed the angle of penetration two or three times, and then she began to moan louder and louder, and I knew she was close. I took my hands off her ass for a moment, then grabbed as hard as I could, and she yelped again, and began spasming and bucking as she orgasmed.

I slowed my pace, and she let go of the wall, turned us around, and laid back on the water as I continued penetrating her. I couldn't believe she could float like that, and I was so turned on I started to come, filling her with my hot steamy juice. I pulled out, and she floated on her back around the pool, fingering herself as she waited. I went over to the box, pulled out the torpedo, snuck up behind her, and stuck it deep in he pussy before she knew what happened. The surprise, along with my five or six quick strokes, sent her over the edge again, and she came again, slipping deep under water and thrashing around, forcing bubbles and waves to appear. She emerged cleanly from the water, and wrapped herself around me. We hung on to each other for a while, and then broke apart. She got out of the pool, seductively dried herself, and handed me a towel. When we were each dry, we laid on her patio, enjoying the feeling of the night air on our exposed bodies. Finally, I got up, dressed in my discarded clothing, and went to kiss her goodbye. She walked over to the poolside, picked up her bikini bottoms, and handed them to me, saying "Come on over sometime, I can always use a good workout partner." Laughing, I gave her one last long, groping kiss, took another look at her naked body, and went home.