Chapter 2

"With all due respect to the Smiths, that was a pretty weak attempt at a party," Sarah Best said in a fake whisper as she breezed in the Miller's front door. "Thanks for having us over. The night, as they say, is still a bit young."

Sarah and Harry Best both hugged Ann as they entered. Harry tried to make his hug last as long as possible without being too obvious. His pulse rate went up every time he saw Ann Miller. He enjoyed a frequent fantasy about screwing a tiny woman with succulent tits. Ann Miller fit that description perfectly.

Sarah Best, Harry's wife, did not. Sarah was no ugly woman by any means. To the contrary, she was statuesque, lithe, and lanky. Sarah always described herself as having come from a family of "big boned" women. While Ann was short, curvy, and soft looking, Sarah was tall, lean, and athletic. As a teenager, Sarah had found little need for a bra, except to cover two of her most prominent features, nipples that were unusually protuberant and prone to noticeable erection. Through her college years, Sarah used padded bras and other structural miracles to help relieve a bit of her self-consciousness about her smallish boobs. Now, as she observed the effects of gravity on some of her more well-endowed friends, Sarah was thankful for what she had. Ann's massive mammaries, however, seemed to defy gravity, much to Sarah's envy and chagrin.

"Bob's seeing the sitter home. Since it is so gorgeous out tonight, let's have drinks by the pool," suggested Ann.

Ann secretly smiled when she spotted Harry taking one last calculated glance down her neckline before releasing her from the hug. Harry, a local banker, had gleaming white teeth, a square jaw, and boyish good looks. Ann was sure that he could have had a career in television or politics with his nice build, quiet charm, and spectacular smile. Many of her friends had commented about that "cute Harry" over bridge or some other settings conducive to "girl talk." She enjoyed his subtle attention.

"That sounds great. It is a beautiful night," answered Sarah.

By the time, Sarah, Harry, and Ann had gotten into the backyard, Bob already had moved four lounge chairs into a sort of circle.

"You guys sit and I'll serve the drinks and snacks," offered Bob. "You too, honey. You just visit with Harry and Sarah."

"What a guy," said Sarah. "Waits on you hand and foot, right Ann?"

"And other body parts, too," giggled Ann.

That comment was answered by a round of hoots and cat calls. Bob gave a big thumbs-up and went inside.

Sarah and Ann, each wearing short party dresses, tried in vain to sit down gracefully on the long pool loungers. Sarah's longer legs gave her an advantage. Ann instead had to sit as far back into the chair as possible and then swing her legs around into position. In doing so, she succeeded in exposing the underside of her thighs all the way up to her lace-trimmed lavender tanga panties.

Harry saw everything, but in gentlemanly fashion, quickly looked away.

"Oops," said Ann. "I think I just gave Harry a little show. These chairs were not designed for dresses or for people with short legs."

"What?" said Harry trying to appear innocent and unknowing.

Sarah laughed, "Careful, you'll get him all revved up and no telling what he'll want me to do later." Sarcasm dripped from Sarah's words. "I'm getting the vapors just thinking about it." Sarah did her best Vivian Leigh impression, then broke out in giggles.

"I am much too much a gentleman to look," laughed Harry, "despite the fact that purple is a favorite color of mine."

"Oh! You shit, you," screamed Ann. She grabbed a nearby coaster and heaved it in Harry's direction.

"Men!" answered Sarah just as Bob returned with a tray of drinks. "They all are animals! Rude and crude animals!"

"Jesus, I'm getting the drinks as fast as I can," responded Bob, "cut me some slack here."

"Not you... well, yes, you too... but its not your service that is in question," cackled Sarah. "Harry was just looking up Ann's dress."

Bob frowned.

"Now wait a minute," interrupted Harry. "I was just innocently sitting here and well... she... ah... So! Nice night isn't it? Nice pool too..."

Everyone broke into gales of alcohol-enhanced laughter. After quick pitcher of Margaritas, the laughter had turned to silly giggles, Harry had seen several more flashes of Ann's panties, and the conversation had turned distinctly ribald.

"Is it hot out here or is it just me?" asked Ann futilely fanning herself with a cocktail napkin.

"I've been laughing so much, I am sweating like a horse," answered Sarah. "God, that pool looks good right now."

"Well, let's get in it," said Bob. "We built the damn thing to swim in, not just to clean all the time, for crying out loud!"

"Too bad we don't have our suits, Harry. The water looks great!" sighed Sarah in the direction of her husband.

"Who needs suits? Ann and I skinny-dip all the time," blurted Bob.

"BOB!" shouted Ann. "All the family secrets don't have to be revealed, you know."

"Harry and Sarah are big boys and girls, my sweet... and the water feels sooooo good, especially on a sticky, warm night like this one."

Ann nodded in agreement. "Sarah, as naughty as it sounds, I have to admit that Bob is right... you cool off in the big pool, then slip into the hot tub... water washes over your whole body. God, it feels heavenly."

"Well, let do it!" urged Bob.

"Yeah, right, Bob," laughed Sarah. "We are going to just strip down right here for you and all the neighbors to see. I don't think so."

"No, wait, here's our modus operandi... we shut off all the yard and pool lights and this place become pitch dark. No one will be able to see anything. With all the shrubbery and fencing, the only neighbors who could possibly observe are the Newmans and they would have to crawl out on their roof up there and fire off signal flares to get a look. Anyway, it is past their bedtime. Check this out."

Bob ran into the house and without warning the whole backyard went black.

"Jesus, it is dark out here. I can't even see my drink. Bad news!" said Harry in a stage whisper. It suddenly dawned on him that he was whispering for no apparent reason, except for the wicked nature of the moment. The thought of seeing Ann naked made the moment even more deliciously evil.

"My god, I think Bob is serious about this... this skinny-dipping idea," whispered Sarah. "Have you been sneaking Viagra into his cereal, Ann?"

In his hasty return through the darkness, Bob crashed into a small table.

"Ouch! See what I mean," noted Bob. "Dark... invisible... secret... cool rippling water caressing your tender body. Shit! I've talked myself into it. I'm going swimming with or without the rest of you!"

"Wait," interrupted Ann. "Control yourself, Mr. Flasher."

Bob would not relent. "What do you think, Harry? When was the last time you went skinny-dipping?"

"Never."

"So what do you think of the idea now?"

"It would fulfill one of my fondest fantasies," Harry admitted quietly as if he was in confession.

"Harry!" screeched Sarah. Harry simply shrugged.

"Well, it's true," he admitted.

"Look," continued Bob, "you guys go in the house, get out of your clothes, wrap up in towels-we have some giant ones-come back out and slide in the pool. Your modesty will be intact cause no one will be able to see anything under the water... and, it will feel fantastic!" Bob started closing the deal as if he was peddling an expensive BMW.

"It does feel great, Sarah," whispered Ann. "I'm game, if you are."

Sarah paused, eyes twinkling.

"Well, since I am pretty toasted anyway and, therefore, as my mother always warned, my inhibitions are lowered... I guess I'll play along... nothing much to see under these clothes anyway. You'll all be disappointed, I'm afraid," Sarah sighed and looked down at her chest.

"Super! You guys can use the front bedroom to change," instructed Bob.

Sarah and Harry retired into the house. Once inside, Harry sheepish looked at Sarah.

"Are you ok with this?" he asked.

"Of course. I'm too wasted to care who gets a peek at me naked... even Bob... and I wouldn't care much anyway. But, I didn't want to appear too eager!"

Harry laughed. "That's my girl."

"But, don't you get too intrigued looking at Ann Miller's tits. They are big honkers," warned Sarah. She paused for a moment as if concentrating on something, then continued. "Just for your information, I also imagine that this is going to make me really horny! You had better be ready later!"

"I am here to serve," laughed Harry. He tossed off the last of his clothes and stood stark naked in front of Sarah.

"I only hope that Ann doesn't go berserk when she sees that gigantic thing of yours."

Before Harry could object to her purposeful exaggeration, Sarah had wrapped herself in a soft towel and was heading out the door.

When Sarah and Harry emerged from the house, Ann and Bob were already in the pool. Sarah paused at the pool's edge.

"How does getting in work?" asked Sarah.

"Just throw away the towel and hop in," said Bob. "I'll avert my eyes."

"Ok, then... here goes," said Sarah.

She slipped the towel from around her and momentarily stood at the pool's edge naked as the day she was born. The soft moonlight reflected on her lanky body. Suddenly, Sarah realized that Bob was staring directly at her. She plunged into the pool and came up sputtering and coughing. Everyone burst into boisterous howls of laughter among Sarah's loud protests.

"You, ass hole, you were looking all the time. No fair!" shouted Sarah.

"What did you expect? Did you really think I was going to pass up such a great chance to look? No way," laughed Bob.

"Men are animals, like you said earlier, Sarah. By the way, we had better hold it down a bit," advised Ann. "The neighbors may not be able see us, but they surely can hear us... the Newmans probably would not appreciate us waking them up in the middle of the night."

Sarah was about to object further when Harry tossed off his towel and dove into the pool sending a torrent of water in her direction. It was just then that the feeling of cold water on naked skin became fully apparent to Sarah. Currents both deliciously relaxing and erotically stimulating washed about her. Sarah swallowed her pride and made her way over to the pool steps on which the others were sitting. The sexual tension already was palpable.

"Ann, you were right. This feels fantastic," admitted Sarah. "So erotic."

"Told you so," whispered Bob.

As little waves of water swept across each of their bodies, a hush fell over the group. They each concentrated privately on the sensuous caresses, particularly those between their legs. After a few minutes of inactivity in the large pool, however, the cool water temperature began to have an effect on the nude swimmers.