I stripped out of my going-to-town clothes and pulled my athletic shorts back on along with my tee-shirt. I plunked myself down in my chair on the deck with my book-du-jour. As usual, it wasn’t long before my eyelids grew heavy and I was asleep. I never sleep long. Speed boats roaring by wake me. Before Jacob and Ashley’s escapades started, boats didn’t usually come down this far into our cove. They had always turned mid-lake and sped back down the lake. Now they come further down the lake probably to see if Ashley was around. I always lift my binoculars to see if the boats contained anyone I know. In truth, I don’t know hardly anyone. I’m really scanning the occupants for hot women. They usually contained only men.
I fell asleep again and woke to party noises to my right in Priya’s yard. I lifted my binoculars to get a better view. Divi and a few squealing girlfriends were jumping off their dock. They all wore bikinis and their thin teenager bodies handled them well. Divi was easily the most voluptuous. She had quickly passed through the awkward early teens and the curves of her waist, hips and breasts were prominent. Her breasts were already fully developed and were the same as her mother’s. They contrasted with the small pert breasts of her friends. In my thirty-eight year old mind they were all very attractive.
To my left, clinking of glasses and dinnerware and the clanking of pans on the stove indicated that Jacob and Ashley were up and making breakfast. As usual they had slept late after their early morning sexual romp. My attention went back to the birthday party.
I don’t think Divi and her friends realized that their voices were carrying so clearly across the water, which is often the case on the lake. They were treading water with foam noodles between their legs about twenty feet out from the end of their dock and were intentionally talking softly amongst themselves, or so they thought. I could hear every word like they were sitting right beside me. They were laughing together as they all started making fucking motions on their noodles. They each tried to out-do the others. Then one pulled the end of her noodle to her mouth and made like she was giving it a blowjob. It was much too big for her to get her lips over it so she just simulated by bobbing her head near the end. They all burst into laughter again.
I wasn’t paying particular attention until they started talking about sex with their boyfriends and one was talking excitedly about having sex with the father of her baby-sitting charge. “I sucked his cock until he came in my mouth on the way home last night,” I heard her say. The others were asking pointed questions like: How big his cock was? Did she swallow his cum? What did it taste like? Had she had intercourse with him yet? She delighted in being the center of the conversation and she answered every question with sexually charged details. They were all squealing with delight.
The baby-sitter was obviously proud of her relationship with this older mature man who “knew something about sex”. She proclaimed that it was so much better than sex with boys her age. When I heard her tell the others that the father was going to divorce his wife to be with her, I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself and mutter the words, “Yeah right.”