The Cabana
Copyright© 2011 by Stacatto
Chapter 2
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2 - These are true short stories about the cabana behind our swimming pool my parents had when I was a youth. There is some sex in some of the stories. I will post a new chapter every few days. Each chapter is about a different girl who came over and use our pool. with me of course.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including True Story Oral Sex Masturbation Petting
The Television Tower
The television antenna at the end of the pool was at least 60 feet tall. The tower was a triangular affair, and each side of the triangle was about 18" to 24". There were 5 or 6 ten foot pieces which would slip into each other. The idea was to put your TV antenna on the top of the tower and then winch some or all of the pieces up into the air until you could get decent television reception. The tower was anchored to a concrete block and it was quite stable since once it was winched up to the desired height, guy wires could be attached and tied off to other concrete pads set into the ground.
One day my sister and I got the bright idea to climb up part ways on the tower and then jump off into the pool. Since the tower was set about 8 to 10 feet back from the pool, to hit the pool it was necessary to push yourself away from the tower rather than just jump off. The higher up the tower you climbed, the easier it would be to hit the pool. If you missed, you would hit the concrete apron ... which was not an option.
I was the first to jump. Don't remember how I got conned into being the first one to try, but I was. I climbed to almost the top of the second section, which put me about 20 feet into the air. Once I was high enough, I decided jumping was perhaps not a good idea. However, with the sound of my sister calling me "Chicken," I pushed off and leapt towards the pool. With a lot of relief, I cleared the cement apron and dove into the pool. What neither of us had realized, our dad had seen me dive from the tower. A lot of shouting ensued which consisted of us listening and dad doing the shouting. We were told to never, ever do that again. As so often happens with parents, dad repeated several times that we were never to jump or dive from the tower again.
Now the truth be told, I was scared shitless when I jumped the first time. I felt I was lucky to have made the dive and survived in one piece ... I was perfectly happy to end my diving career with just the one dive. The problem was now that I was forbidden to dive from the tower; the idea of diving took on a totally new aspect. It was FORBIDDEN. One of the things so many of us discover in our youth, quite often the things we are forbidden to do are often the most fun/exciting. Now that diving off the tower was forbidden, I had to do it again.
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