Eileen and her hot neighbor enjoy her last free summer

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“So, Scott… have you met my sister and her family? You’ve lived nextdoor for months now, right?”

“I have met them, but not because I’m your dad’s neighbor. Ike and I graduated from high school together.”

“Oh, yeah? So do you hang out?”

“Not really. We didn’t run in the same circles. My dad uses Ike’s firm for accounting.”

“Ah… Ike’s a good guy, but he’s more than a little…”

“Boring.”

“Exactly.”

We made small talk about mutual friends as he finished his breakfast. I was able to glean that he was either 27 or 28-years-old. He loved his job at Still Water Sound where he mostly worked on investigating and then testing new recording equipment. He loved music of all types and talked enthusiastically of a guitarist he’d seen at a bar in one of the little college towns just north of the city.

“At Skip’s,” I asked?

“Yeah! Do you know it,” he asked enthusiastically.

“Only by reputation. My mom got kicked out of there when she was in college and dating some guy up there.”

“Maybe I’ll take you up there sometime this summer. They have the best pickles for some reason.”

“Sounds fun. I’d like that,” I laughed.

I got up and cleared the table and started to unload the dishwasher.

“What time should I be back over so I can help out with the grilling, Brian,” Scott asked dad.

“Eh. Come over anytime after noon. We’ll get the grill ready and share a few beers.”

“Sounds like a perfect way to spend the day.

“What’ll you be doing, Eileen? While your dad and I are hard at work?”

“It’s my last day before classes start so I’m making a lazy day of it. I’m planning to sit out reading by the pool, just like yesterday.”

There was no mistaking the way his nostrils flared and his pupils expanded at the reminder of our Saturday fun.

“I would really enjoy a repeat of yesterday, myself,” he nodded and licked his lips. “Same swim suit?”

“Not hardly,” I smiled. “That one is only for special occasions. And daddy wouldn’t approve, anyway.”

“Of course not.”

***

A few hours later I was sitting by the pool in my one-piece suit, enjoying the view of Scott, again in only boardshorts, from behind my dark sunglasses. I was pretending to read, but really I was watching and enjoying how his nice, firm ass filled out his shorts and remembering the size and texture of his lovely cock. I hadn’t finished even a singy chapter of my book when my sister and her family arrived.

I was soon busy helping set out food on the long patio table and taking drink orders. All the guys were drinking a local brewery’s IPA out of bottles while my sister drank white wine. I had a Redpop and was roundly scolded by my sister for offering it to my five-year-old nephew.

“Come on, Izzy,” I said. “Nothing screams ‘summer’ like a bright red tongue caused by red food dye!”

“Absolutely not! That stuff is terrible.”

“You just don’t know how to have fun, Izz,” I argued. “It’s great for a treat once in a while.”

“Still. No.”

Once everyone had had their fill of hamburgers and hotdogs and the jukiest side dishes of summer, the adults sat around the pool talking while we all kept our eyes on my nephews. The boys were strong swimmers, but we still all knew to keep our eagle eyes open in case of distress. The older boy, Quinn, was rough-housing a little more than my sister would have liked so Scott volunteered to play with him and they were soon having races across the short length of the pool with Scott soon teaching both boys different swim strokes. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched them.

“He’s cute.”

“What?” I said, startled out of my thoughts.

“Scott. He’s cute,” my sister repeated. “A bit old for you, though.”

“Isolde, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at him all afternoon, Eileen.”

“And you haven’t been? Have you seen those muscles?”

She just laughed and took a sip of her wine.

Eventually we all ended up playing in the pool, splashing around and swimming. My dad even got out the inflatable crocodile for the boys to terrorize us with. I would honestly say a good time was had by all.

Late in the afternoon, once everyone had had a second round of food for dinner and my sister had declared her family exhausted and gone home, and my dad had gone inside to watch the news, I found myself sitting on one of the underwater seats at the deep end of the pool, Scott treading water between my knees. His hands caressed my inner thighs and occasionally brushed over the thin fabric of my bathing suit that covered the apex of my legs. We spoke to each other about nothing in particular while we enjoyed being physically close.

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