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Good Neighbor Sam
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It was one of those gorgeous summer nights that you dream about all winter long, nary a cloud in the sky, warm and dry. The sun hadn't set until after 10 o'clock and a twinkling array of stars was blanketing the sky. It was still early enough in the year so that the mosquitoes aren't out. As I reclined in the Jacuzzi, I took a sip of my Ol' Grandad on the rocks. The strong amber liquid burned straight down to my pleasure zone, spreading a warmth from within as the hot bubbling water spread its warmth from without. This is the life, I thought to myself. All I need now is the girl. I began to hum the tune, remembering the old Frank Sinatra version from the album he did with Ellington. "I got the time, and the place and the rhythm, all I need's the girl to go with 'em!" I sang aloud to myself. Good thing the neighbors were gone for the weekend.
Of course, I probably wouldn't be sitting here in their hot tub if they were home. Sure, they were always inviting me over to use it whenever I wanted, but I always felt strange about using it since they hardly ever did. I couldn't remember the last time they had. If fact, the last time I had seen someone jump in was when their daughter was home from college for the weekend and that was late last summer. Oh well, I was here and enjoying the warmth, the strong liquor and the beautiful evening. I let my head fall back onto the plush rest and my eyes closed.
Somewhere, far away, someone was playing some smooth jazz on a stereo. A car or two passed by occasionally, but otherwise it was quiet and peaceful, one of the reasons I had moved into this neighborhood. Without opening my eyes, I reached blindly over to pick up my bourbon and take a sip. Another few minutes and I'll be in heaven, I thought dreamily to myself. I could hear the sound of a neighbor's car pulling into their driveway and then the car door slam a bit afterwards. No mind of that, I thought. Let's just relax and continue to unwind. I shifted to get a stronger push from the jets on my lower back. That's better! This is the life!
Suddenly the scraping sound of the patio door screeched in my ear, waking me from my reverie. Startled, I sat up abruptly and turned to see a figure moving out from the house onto the deck.
"Hello?" I called out in the darkness.
"Who's there?" replied a scared female voice.
"It's me, Sam," I replied. "From next door."
"Oh, Sam!" answered Tracey, the neighbor's daughter, whom I could barely see in the starlight. "You scared the Bejeesus out of me!" she exclaimed moving closer to the hot tub, yet remaining a shadow in the darkness.
"Here, let me put the lights on so you don't trip," I remarked, reaching over to the control panel. The underwater lights flickered on at my touch and Tracey became more than a shadowy form in the darkness, clutching her towel to her breast, a little robe pulled about her tall, slender frame. Her long brunette hair was pulled back from her face and pinned up on her head. Her large dark brown eyes twinkled in the flickering light. "I hope you don't mind. Your folks are always after me to use this thing and I thought I'd take advantage while they're out of town."
"I had the same thought myself," she said with a nervous little laugh. "I sure didn't expect to find anybody out here, especially with the lights off."
Although I could barely make out her features in the dim light, I remembered her well from the parties her parents had thrown over the last few years. She was tall and slim like her mother in an all-American way, sort of a log-stemmed American Beauty rose. I remembered last Labor Day when her family had thrown a great holiday picnic. I had been seated on one of the deck benches when Tracey had stepped up to serve herself from the table. As she bent over to reach one of the dishes, the hem of her snug little khaki shorts rode up the cheeks of her ass revealing the most perfect mounds I had ever seen. I remembered looking around to see if anyone else had caught a glimpse of her or of me checking her out. It's funny how you remember certain things about people, often out of context. Well, I pleasantly remembered the vision of that beautiful young ass.
"Well come on in," I said, sitting over on the far side so that she could climb in. "The water's fine!"
"Well, yeah. Maybe in a minute," she said with a cute little laugh. "I think I need to change though."
"This isn't a formal party, Kiddo. I hear the dress code is casual."
"Well, I'm a little too casual," she laughed nervously, keeping her distance. "I'm not wearing a suit."
"Is that so?" I remarked, trying not to leer in the flickering shadows of the deck. "Go ahead if you want, but I promise that I'll behave myself. You know, Good Neighbor Sam and all that."
"It's not that. It's just that, well, you know ... " she smiled, the whites of her eyes and teeth twinkling like the stars.
"Oh, I think I get it," I said. "You're having somebody over. Well, hey. No problem," I said pushing myself up from the hot bubbles. "I'll clear out for you and your boyfriend, then."
It wasn't until I was standing and ready to climb out from the tub when I remembered that all I had on was an old pair of swimming shorts that didn't have anything underneath, and although they were a baggy pair, they clung to my body like a second skin. I could see her eyes grow large as she stared at my manly pride, perfectly outlined in the light flickering up from the tub. Perhaps the memory of her sweet little ass had had an affect on me after all.
"No, wait," she said fidgeting. "You can stay. It's not that at all. I mean, I'm not meeting anybody or anything," she proclaimed. "It's just that I would feel kind of funny being naked in the tub with someone I don't know all that well."
"Okay, I'll tell you what," I said, slipping back down into the froth. "I'll take my suit off so we'll both be naked."
She giggled nervously and looked at me. For a moment the smile on her face disappeared and I thought she might tell me to get lost or turn away in disgust. Then the smile returned.
"Okay, Good Neighbor Sam," she said. "But I want to see your suit first. Off of you. And you have to turn the light off."
"Okay," I said, easing my shorts down and past my ankles. "How's this?" I asked, holding my dripping shorts up for viewing.
"All right. Now the lights!" she giggled.
I pressed the button on the control panel and the flicking light from below the bubbles was extinguished. In the dim starlight I could see her drape her towel on the rack beside the tub next to mine. With a slow deliberation, she pulled at the belt of her robe. As it opened up, she shrugged it off her shoulders and hung it on the rack. Although I could see her pale blue colored robe, the outline of her body was swallowed by the shadows. As she mounted the ladder and stepped into the tub, I could make out the shape of her trim backside as it disappeared into the bubbling frothy water. She was a trim girl, with beautiful breasts that wiggled nicely as she settled herself down into the tub. Mindful of our state of dress or lack thereof, we were polite and careful to sit at opposite corners of the tub. As our eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, I could begin to make out her pretty features in the dim light. It appeared as if she was rubbing her hands all over her body beneath the surface.
"This feels so good!" she remarked, bringing her arms up to rest them on the side of the tub.
I took another sip of my bourbon.
"What are you drinking?" she asked meekly.
"Bourbon on the rocks. Would you like a sip?"
"Sure," she answered, leaning toward me slightly.
I held out my glass so that she could take a sip.
"Whoa!" she said with a cough. "That stuff is strong!"
"It's an acquired taste, Kiddo."
"I'm not a kid," she protested strongly. "You can call me Tracey."
"All right. Tracey it is."
"Kiddo sounds like something you would call a child."
"Well, let's see. You are a kid to me. You've just finished your junior year, right?"
She nodded.
"So that makes you what 20 or 21?"
"Twenty-one next month," she said.
"So doing some quick math, let's see, that means that I graduated from high school the year you were born."
She laughed nervously at my hasty addition.
"You're not that old are you?" she said looking quite surprised. "You look lots younger."
"Thanks," I replied shyly. "Must be all the clean living in my past."
"Well, that isn't any fun," she replied with a laugh, before taking a close look at me in the moonlight.
"I can't believe you're that old. I mean, not that you're all that old."
"I am," I said frankly. "But should it make any difference?"
"Not to me," she said with a shake of her head, her eyes looking at me defiantly. "Besides I think there's something kind of sexy about older guys."
"Well, given our present circumstances, maybe we should let that topic lie there."
She laughed again, a more comfortable laugh. "Can I have another sip of your strong medicine?"
"Sure, why don't you take it all? I'll be the drunk and swill it from the bottle."
She laughed again as I handed her my glass. I pulled the cap from the Ol' Grandad and took a swig. As we sipped, we began to talk, small talk at first about her life at university and my life at work. She asked me about my divorce and ex-wife and I told her I had had to cut an alimony check this afternoon; I asked her about her boyfriend at school, and she told me that they were supposed to go out tonight but he called at the last minute to cancel. It seemed obvious that those were not topics that either of us wanted to discuss. So our conversation soon returned to the beautiful night, being neighbors, and sitting naked in a hot tub.
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