Part 2 ended with Shannon surprising me by waiting for me in the jacuzzi for my post-work nude dip.

She was wearing a red 2 piece that she’d seemed to have been purchased 10 years and 20 pounds ago. She’s not fat but definitely a lot curvier than she used to be. The bikini top was straining under the weight of her (I’m guessing) C cups, barely containing them. This is definitely not her usual bathing attire.

I climbed in across from her and sat down. Wasting no time, she remarked, “You know, if I looked as good as you, I’d probably go around naked all the time too.”

I chuckled and said “Thanks. But I think you look great.”

She replied coyly “So you think I should be a nudist too?”

I was now certain as to what she wanted. It was no longer if but when I was going to fuck this woman. I probably could’ve reached across the hot tub and ripped her bikini off and had her then and there. But I was enjoying the game of it all. I wanted to force her to make the first move. To demand it. So I simply replied “That’s up to you and whether or not you’re comfortable. I’m just saying that you’re a very attractive woman, so that definitely shouldn’t be the determining factor in whether or not to where clothes on your own property.”

She smiled and said “Thank you sweety.” And then after a brief pause, “So…would it make you uncomfortable?”

I reminded her that I’ve spent countless hours hanging out with other naked people and that almost nothing makes me uncomfortable.

She shrugged and very casually, removed her top. I was struck not just by how great her tits looked, but also the lack of tan lines despite being a self-proclaimed prude. I concluded a tanning bed must be involved and disregarded the impulse to inquire. I made no attempt to hide my staring as we continued chatting. A few minutes later she surprised my again by almost absentmindedly pulling her bikini bottom up out of the water and laying it on the side of the hot tub. My cock was rock hard and anticipating what would come next. Any minute now she would turn the conversation back towards sex somehow or simply reach across and start stroking me, I was sure of it. But we just kept talking until after about 15 minutes she finally said she needed to head back in and start on dinner. I was dismayed. Had I been too slow and the window of opportunity closed? Or had I simply misread her extreme open mindedness as sexual desire?

She stood up and gave me my first look at her full naked body. As I said, curvy but not fat. Definitely a “mom bod” but I like that. I once again made no effort to disguise my ogling of her neatly trimmed pussy 2 feet from my face. She turned to climb out and then bent over to grab her towel once she was on the deck, giving me a nice view of her ass. I stood up to leave as well, revealing my rock hard cock. She turned to hand me my towel and looked down at it. We stood there toweling off and staring at each other’s naked bodies for a minute. I was taking it all in, memorizing it for the masturbation session that would soon follow now that it seemed sex was off the table. Finally she wrapped the towel around herself and picked up her cocktail glass. She turned and looked me up and down one more time and then, pointing down to my boner said “Should I take that as a sign of approval?” I shrugged and said, “I told you, you look good.” She smiled and then walked up to me and took it in her hand and began softly stroking it.

I immediately began breathing hard. She leaned in and whispered in my ear “Well consider this my sign of approval.” Then just as I’m ready to rip off her towel and take her right there, she says “See you tomorrow” lets go of my cock, turns and walks back to the house, letting her towel casually slide off her ass as she walked, giving me one final glimpse.

I was floored. Any notions I had of being the one in control of this situation, seducing the meek sexless housewife, were out the fucking window. All I could think about was how badly I needed to cum. I hurried down the stairs and ran underneath the deck and began furiously jerking off. Within seconds I was exploding on the side of the house. I sat there for a moment, catching my breath and trying to wrap my head around what the fuck just happened. After my initial shock wore off, it was replaced by a second wave of crazed lust. I decided I would keep playing this game and try to raise the stakes. I went back upstairs and grabbed my phone to take a picture of the cum-spattered bricks. After I got home, I texted it to her with the caption,

“I left you something under the deck”.

Almost instantly she replied “Yum. But that’s not where that’s supposed to go.”

I texted back “Where DO you want it to go????” Desperately hoping for a nude photo to jerk to

“Maybe you’ll see tomorrow” was all I got.

There will be at least one more part to this story. Possibly two more depending on how long it all is when I type the rest out. I don’t want to exclude any of the details.