Last summer I joined a health club to keep active during my vacation from teaching. I would usually go in the mid-morning and work out for a couple hours, then return home take a shower and do whatever chores I had planned for the day. There was another woman about my age (30-something) that was evidently following the same schedule, for I saw her nearly every day. Often, we would even arrive around the same time. She was attractive, and certainly didn't need to work out, but I assumed she was like me and just wanted to stay in shape.
Over the course of next few weeks we introduced ourselves, and became friendly acquaintances, even to the point of sharing some information about ourselves and our families. Lisa was divorced, and worked evenings as a shift-supervisor at a local grocery chain. She talked about her marriage and how the break-up happened, and she also talked about the settlement. She was able to keep the house they had owned, and her ex was required to pay the mortgage and some of the other bills. All in all she felt like she was doing ok, but she did mention how sometimes she felt lonely.
Our acquaintance with each other turned more into close friendship, as we discovered more about each other, and that our tastes were quite similar. Naturally, when I was invited to go to her home and take a swim in her pool one day after our workout, I quickly chose to join her. As we left the club, she suggested that I follow her to her house, and I giggled as I told her that I would run home first and get a bathing suit. She told me I could wear one of hers, and I laughed as I told her that I wouldn't want to ruin one of her bathing suits by ripping it trying to stuff my bottom in it. She smiled, and told me, first I didn't have a big ass, and second, she was sure that she had a suit that would fit. I blushed as I told her that I kind of had another problem. She asked what it was, and I reddened even more when I explained that since I hadn't been to a pool all summer, and never really had the need to, I hadn't done any trimming for awhile, and I had grown a little bushy. I told Lisa that I had a suit that would cover that up. Lisa smiled, her natural pretty smile, and said not to worry, that she was still sure she had a suit that would fit me, and even if a little showed it would be no big deal since her pool was very secluded in the rear of her house, and she wouldn't be bothered with what I looked like.
Since I lived about 10 miles in the opposite direction from Lisa, I decided to take her up on her offer, and followed her to her home. Nestled on a wooded slope, overlooking our town, the word private hardly described her beautiful home. The house was barely visible from the road, and when she showed me around inside, I was nearly overtaken with the view. Her pool, tucked off the back of the house, must have been a nightmare to maintain with all the trees around, and her high fence also added that much more privacy. Lisa showed me all around, and really tried to make me feel very comfortable. We stood in her kitchen as she brewed iced tea, and then she led me off to her bedroom where she began to rummage for a bathing suit for both of us.
Although Lisa's breasts were larger that mine, I finally decided on a conservative two-piece suit after determining that I could stay in it without falling out. And, even though a few hairs peeked from the leg openings, for the most part my bush was concealed. After changing in her bathroom, while she changed in the bedroom, we went to the kitchen, got our pitcher of tea and some glasses and went to the pool. We laid on the lounge chairs, rubbed lotion on ourselves, and settled in to a relaxing afternoon of chatting and taking a dips in the pool from time to time.
After awhile, Lisa got up and giggled that she had drank way too much tea, and that she would be back in a few minutes. I stayed at the poolside, thoroughly enjoying the sun, and lost track of time. Before too long, I had the urge to pee, and I went back to the house. Just off the kitchen was a small bathroom that Lisa had shown me on my tour, and I assumed it would be empty so I ventured there. I opened the door and was stunned by what I saw.
There before me, legs spread wide, with the bra of her bathing suit raised above her breasts, was Lisa furiously masturbating with a large vibrating dildo. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were closed as she rapidly plunged the toy in and out of herself. My entrance must have startled her as she stopped for a moment as I stammered an apology, and she blushed about 6 shades of red. I quickly left the bathroom, and went to the one off her bedroom that I had used for changing.
After using the toilet, I went back through the house, and as I passed the bathroom Lisa was using, I heard little gasps and moans of pleasure, and I knew that she had continued her masturbation even after being caught. I decided that I wouldn't say anything, because I was sure I had embarrassed her, and besides, as a divorced woman it was logical that she also had needs to be satisfied, and she would have to do that by herself.
Back at the pool, I stretched out and began to enjoy the sun again. After several more minutes, I saw Lisa's shadow as she approached the pool. I could hear the clinking of ice cubes, and knew that she was bringing the rest of the tea. As if I hadn't already been shocked once for the day, I was stunned when I finally saw Lisa. Completely naked, Lisa was carrying a tray with fresh glasses, another pitcher of iced tea, and also on the tray was the dildo she had been using.
Sitting down on the lounge chair, Lisa quickly told me that although she had been embarrassed when I had caught her, she hoped I wouldn't mind if the urge came over her to masturbate again. She told me that since I had seen her nude, she wasn't embarrassed about staying that way, and besides, she could work on her all-over tan now. I really didn't know what to say or do, but I did know that I didn't want to destroy our friendship by acting in a way that she would think was immature. Besides, seeing her masturbate had been very erotic.
As we began to chat some more, Lisa started to add a sexual twist to the conversation. She abruptly stopped talking, excused herself and said it had happened again. Apologizing, she took the dildo, rubbed the tip against her pussy, and began to masturbate again, right in front of me. I tried to keep from watching, but I really couldn't help it. She looked at me with half closed eyes, and asked if I like what I saw. I couldn't speak, but I bit my lip and slowly nodded my head. She smiled and said that she was glad, because she also liked what she saw.
I must have gotten a stupid look on my face, because she stopped her playing for a moment, the vibrating dildo humming as it lay buried in her pussy, and told me that she thought I was very sexy, and that it was me that had turned her on so. Before I could answer, she asked me if I would do her a favor. Again, unable to speak, I simply nodded. I was stunned when Lisa asked me to stand up, spread the leg opening of the bathing suit and show her my bushy cunt. What little bit of dampness I was feeling became soaking wetness. I stood up and we gazed upon each other as I showed her my pussy and watched her masturbate with the dildo. By the time she was ready to explode, I had joined her, pumping two fingers into myself and we came together in a wonderful orgasm. Getting our breath back, Lisa suggested we go back into the house. What happened then is the subject of another story.