I
was living in a small university town, doing
graduate study on my degree. The university
was very good, but it was in the Bible Belt,
and the town was Dullsville personified. An
aunt had died leaving me a sizable inheritance,
and I could concentrate on my studies, most
of the time. I'm female, and single. I had several
bad relationships with men that left me with
the feeling that I could live without them for
a long while. Still, I am human and my sex drive
still sits there and simmers in the background.
One bright point in Dullsville, was Susan, a
lovely, rather shy married woman, only a couple
of years my senior. She was studying at the
University, taking some courses in the same
field as I. We studied together from time to
time, and became friends. Her husband was Mr.
Dullsville himself. They had a backyard pool
with a high privacy fence around it, and she
invited me over often to swim after classes,
and when I had a half day of classes. I love
swimming and am rather good at it.
The first day I went over she had a nondescript
one-piece bathing suit that hid her very nice
figure. I complemented her on it and she seemed
pleased. Every day I went over, the suit seemed
to become smaller, a different one naturally.
After my fourth visit, it was down to a small
bikini with a thong in the back. The front barely
covered her pubic area. I always complemented
her on her nice figure. This day, her large,
round breasts were barely covered, her nipples
erect under the thin cloth. Damn, she looked
good. I told her that that bikini would get
her arrested even in Cannes. She seemed really
flattered. We had a couple of drinks and she
seemed to open up a little. I could tell she
was admiring my figure too.
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