New Game in Town Ch. 01

[ This story series is written from a male Point-of-View about my husband's recent experience with a massage therapist. It will be a series because much has happened between them (and me) since they met. There is no sex in this first chapter about them meeting. Also, future encounters with them will be described in subsequent chapters. I just hope I can keep up with the horny buggers. I will also use a third-person narrative style to expand my writing repertoire.

New Game in Town Ch.01 - Jack gets acquainted with Cindy.

© SandraMustard 2014 ]

A woman's inner labia was the last thing Jack expected to see when he went to the pool for a mid-afternoon dip. When he swiped his key-card and pushed open the gate, he immediately saw a couple lying on deckchairs, fifteen feet in front of him. They were both facing him until the man turned his head the other way. The woman continued her interest in Jack's arrival; and when his head tilted down at her face for several seconds, she smiled up at him.

She was lying slightly twisted, her shoulders tilted toward Jack but her hips remained level. Her far leg was bent at the knee upward, the closer leg stretched flat. She wore shorts and a tube-top that functioned as her swimwear. As his gaze swept down from her face and focused on the gap between her shorts and her leg, her body ... adjusted. That's the only way to describe the subtle movements. Her hips rolled toward her waist so that it pulled her shorts up. Her bent leg tilted away from vertical, also pulling her shorts to her far side. Without a panty lining that manufacturers put in such shorts, he was staring at her sex. He could see her untanned outer labia, dark folds of inner labia forming a ribbon, and the edge of her close trimmed pubes.

Jack was shocked; he hadn't been flashed in a long time. As an experienced exhibitionist himself, he was also an eager voyeur as most are. He recognized her intent and his opportunity instantly. Jack paused to put his key-card in his pocket and then adjusted his towel over his arm, all the while looking at her exposed pussy from behind his dark glasses. When he could stall no more, he turned his head away, smiled to himself, and walked to the other end of the pool.

As he prepared to swim, his thoughts analyzed what had transpired. Her move was practiced and effective; he was the only one in the pool area who could see anything. Obviously, she had removed the lining in her swimwear, something Jack had done to facilitate his own exposures. He was convinced it was a deliberate flash. Because he and his wife, Sandy, worked as a team doing their own casual exposing, he presumed the lady's companion was an accomplice. The man enabled the flash by taking his witness out of the situation at the key moment, yet remained at her side as her guardian should the flash go bad.

Jack studied the couple while swimming. She was no beauty queen even before youth left her square face. She carried at least thirty extra pounds. He put her age in the late forties. Hubby was likely a decade older, heavily graying, with an odd combination of muscular arms and shoulders over a significant beer belly.

Jack felt the man and woman both paid more attention to him than the dozen other swimmers. Without a shred of proof, he believed they were discussing him. While Jack swam his laps, they both entered the water; but as soon as he sat on the pool edge to rest, she returned to her chair. She appeared to be sunning herself but her head kept turning as she looked around.

When Jack left the water to dry off, he noticed that the woman sat up and grabbed her sunscreen but then sat unmoving. He became preoccupied watching some young ladies swimming but in retrospection, realized she was waiting as he dallied. Walking the length of the pool toward her, he saw her watching him, measuring his approach. Just as he passed mid-pool, she began to apply the lotion to her legs. Once again, her legs were positioned so that her vulva was boldly displayed for him. Because she so obviously wanted him to look, he made no attempt to hide his staring as he walked directly at her instead of toward the gate. The woman stopped her hand movements and her mouth opened in surprise. He caused the reaction he intended, so, with a big smile for her, turned sharply and left. Jack hadn't seen the couple before. Whether they moved in recently or were visiting relatives, their presence promised a delightful summer at the pool.

He wondered why she selected him over better looking targets at the pool. Was he just the lucky one in the right position? Or were the young men going to get a show too? He saw himself as decidedly unsexy because of his weight. Since retiring, his still dark hair had grown to hippie-length to suggest youthful attitudes but his mostly-white full-beard identified his body as far from prime. Even if the lady showed positive interest in him, his impotency issues had stolen all his confidence to play a flirting game with her.

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Over dinner, Jack told his wife, Sandy, about the pool flash. Their long marriage had survived the worst of times because of total honesty. Despite his physical failures and her new freedoms, their relationship thrived because they kept communications open. The woman showing her sex to him was a point of interest to the veteran exhibitionists. Sandy was quick to remind her husband, "Don't shit where you live. You can't be duped into showing her your penis in our own complex, no matter how cool you think she'd be about seeing it."

"What if she asks?"

"Oh, come on, Woody. Are you looking to get friendly with her? You said she had a man. He might have something to say about this."

"Yeah, Baby, but what if he lets her have fun? What if he can't give her enough loving?"

"Then she's wasting her time pursuing you." She regretted the flippant remark instantly. Hurt registered in his eyes.

She threw her arms around him. "Darlin', I'm so sorry. That wasn't funny like I meant it. You know I love you and will do anything to keep our love strong. Only someone as generous and caring as you could offer the freedom you gave me. I can't be selfish in return. Because no one can fill my life like you have, I want every bit of passion you have left all to myself, but my love is bigger than that. I can stand by while you seek your dreams. You said I wouldn't have to search for help; that it would find me. You don't ever have to turn away from an opportunity that comes your way either. Understand? If it kicks your sex drive back up a notch to get in some woman's panties, who am I to complain about getting more lovin' from it?"

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With Jack in full retirement and Sandy working only part-time for extra spending money, they spent copious amounts of time together. Over the next two weeks, they swam in the community pool almost every day. Four separate times they encountered the exhibitionist woman and her companion. A few neighborly greetings were the only interactions that took place and her swimsuit didn't malfunction.

Sandy was surprised at the woman's plainness, also relieved. She wasn't an attractive young thing that could fill Jack's head with false hopes. If she had the magic to charm her husband's libido back to life, then Sandy would accept her assistance without trepidation. She had her doubts, too. She witnessed nothing in the woman's demeanor that hinted salacious intent. Maybe she got her jollies from flashing men but remained true to her mate like Sandy's own former exhibition practices.

Jack had a sixth sense about women and their sexuality. He felt the woman's appropriate behavior with Sandy present was just as deliberate. His next solo visit to the pool proved him right. The couple were far from the gate, sitting under an umbrella table in the corner. Jack didn't even notice their presence until the man bellowed, "Want a beer?"

Jack seldom drank beer but accepted the offer to see how the situation might develop. It was the woman, nearer their cooler, who bent sideways to pull out a long-neck bottle as he approached. Her other hand attempted a hidden tug on her tube top but Jack's alertness detected the sleight of hand. When she straightened to hand him the beer, her left nipple and most of her large areola was completely uncovered. Only after the hand-off did she casually cover her tittie.

Five seconds was all it took her to renew her exposure game. Jack knew by then he wasn't an observer by happenstance; she had designs on him specifically. A minute into banter about the social properties of barley brews, the man suggested he take the open chair at their table. One beer became four; introductions stretched into backgrounds; sexual interests took root. As they became acquainted, Cindy openly flirted with Jack without reactions from Dave. Jack fueled their growing attraction with his warm words and smoldering eye contact.

Dave and Cindy had just moved from Atlanta. A department store fire next door to their business destroyed half the mall before it was contained. They used the insurance payoff to relocate close to family and they planned to operate at a slower pace. They were both licensed massage therapists. Dave had established a private spa when his first expansion was to hire Cindy fresh out of school. He boastfully declared his business took off from there. She was a natural at drawing in and keeping clients. Their professional relationship became romantic quickly and they married a year later.

Both had roots along the Emerald Coast and their son was a fighter pilot at Tyndall Air Force Base. When Dave's brother died in an auto accident right after the fire, they realized they wanted to smell some roses while they could. They were renting while starting their new spa. With a possible buyer for their former house already, they soon would begin building a custom-designed house for eventual residency.

Jack spoke of his family and marriage to Sandy, kids and grandchildren spread across the country, careers in the City of Big Shoulders, and recent retirement to the Sunshine State. Jack had experiences with massages that ranged from rub-n-tug to mummy-therapy. Since they had made a point of mentioning licensing, he steered away from discussing draping or 'extra' services when he admitted his fondness for massages. Nonetheless, he was anxious to have a masseuse work on him who had already shown her pussy. A deal was made to have him be one of their first customers when they opened the following week.

After ninety minutes of sipping and lipping, Jack wanted to cool off and get his swimming laps done. The beer had filtered into his bladder so he needed to pee first. Announcing his intentions, he headed for the bathroom. When he came out, he noted Dave and Cindy's heads bowed in quiet conversation. As Jack started to swim, Dave gathered his things and left the pool, leaving his wife and beer chest to Jack's company.

Soon, Cindy was walking aimlessly in the water. Jack saw her drift into his path, too conveniently timed to be accidental. He was ready to play the game so he charged into her, his last arm stroke crashing down her chest and pulling her tube top to her waist. His fingers snagged some fabric and held it down as he stood up next to her. Cindy's futile yanking on her top made no progress until Jack assisted. His hand recovered her breast with fabric but held it to her mound as if it would fall down on its own.

"I'm terribly sorry. Are you okay?"

Cindy hefted her other breast with a cupped hand. "Left tit is fine. How's my right?"

Jack fondled her boob a moment then pulled the fabric away to make a visual inspection. Cindy stood placidly even when he pulled her pouting nub with his thumb and forefinger. "Your right tit feels fine to me."

"Thanks, darling, but what would your wife say about y'all being so ... helpful?"

"Sandy is cool about things, like I assume Dave is. She lets me be as friendly as I want, ya know?"

"Oh, that's perfect. I do my best work with friendly clients."

Jack had all the traits to be a ladies man but never employed them outside of marriage before. On a new mission to prove his virility, he had the perfect opportunity at hand. Cindy's flirty tone and body language were encouraging to him. He figured all signals were green and stepped up his game. He hovered close to her, creating casual body contact. Perhaps, Cindy acted more tipsy than she was to facilitate her own play. She touched him with her hand when talking and pressed her boobs against him. She cooed and giggled at his wit but fell silent when his piercing eyes stared into her soul.

Jack shepherded Cindy into a corner and trapped her against the pool wall; his thigh edged between hers and pressed against her mons. He paused for effect, towering over her, and then used his deeper sensual voice. "Tell me, woman. What is it you do at the spa that makes men want to come back?"

Cindy traced a line with her fingertip down the center of his chest as she answered. "I know how to please a man. I make their treatment an experience they will never forget. Happy customers can't wait to come again." Her other hand rotated as she spoke and cupped his package.

His head lowered to whisper in her ear. "What if the customer knows how to treat you right?" Before she could answer, he covered her mouth with a kiss, his tongue probing for hers. His thigh backed away so his hand could slide up her thigh under her swim shorts. With no liner to impede access, his fingertip found her clit and danced upon the dome.

Cindy sniffed an excited breath, pressed her hips forward against his hand, and rose on her tiptoes. Her tongue parried his while her hand rubbed his cock through his trunks. For nearly a minute, they shared mutual intimate contact until the clang of the closing gate jarred their senses. They looked up to see Dave striding toward them. He had to have seen their passionate embrace, yet, he was smiling.

"I hate to break up your discussion, honey, but we need to go sign-off on a contractor at the spa."

When they left, Jack decided to swim an extra set of laps. He had excess energy to burn off. At dinner, he told Sandy about making friends with Dave and Cindy. He mentioned their occupation and his plan to visit their business when it opened, but he left out details of the flirting and touching. He wasn't hiding the playing; he just felt the important action hadn't happened yet. Sandy knew her husband sought the perfect combination of a good massage and a happy ending. From his enthusiasm, she expected him to attain that goal with their saucy neighbor.