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Subject: {ASSM} Caught by the Pool  Parts 1, 2, 3
Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 05:10:02 -0400
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All the usual caveats and warnings apply.  This is parts 1, 2, and 3 of an 
ongoing account of real life events.  Nothing very explicit in this part, 
but it presents an interesting foundation for the rest of the story.
Comments are welcome
Ivan

Caught by the pool - Parts 1 and 2

Part 1
It was late enough in the fall that the trees on the hilside behind our 
house that normally provided complete privacy were leafless.  The 
unseasonable hot spell had given us a chance for one more weekend in our 
pool before we would certainly have to close it down for the winter.
During the summer I had been able to convince Irena that she could sunbath 
in the nude without concern of being seen.  Thanks to our large piece of 
property the houses on either side were more than 100 yards away and 
completely hidden by trees.  The hillside that sloped up behind our house 
was part of a wildlide preserve.  Very isolated except for the occasional 
hiker or horseback rider who came along a trail every now and then.  The 
trail came fairly close to the back of our property which extended about 100 
feet beyond our pool and deck.  We had beautiful bushes and trees on our 
property and on the hillside that hid the trail completely from our house 
and pool, and vice versa.
I was able to convince her to try sunbathing topless  one time early in the 
summer. She had nervously agreed to a very short topless sunning, but only 
after thoroughly scouting the perimeter of the back yard and making sure 
there was a robe at her side "just in case".  She admitted to being turned 
on almost as much as she was terrified. After giving her time to try that a 
couple of times, I convinced her to let me take her bikini off while we were 
in the pool.  She felt fairly safe because she could stay in the water below 
the line of sight of anyone who might walk onto the property.  Staying in 
the water even hid her from potential eyes on the hillside as long as she 
stayed near the end toward the hill. Once again, she made sure there was a 
robe close at hand
"just in case"
After a couple of weeks, I coaxed her to the next step which was sunbathing 
on the pool deck "au natural".  The first few sessions lasted only a minute 
or 2 each, but I could tell that Irena was getting aroused at what she felt 
was very daring behavior on her part.
By mid Summer, sunbathing in the nude and skinny dipping to cool off was 
becoming pretty standard whenever we were alone.   Irena would work a little 
with me around the yard for a while on a Saturday, then she would ditch her 
clothes, cool off in the pool

and lie down to sunbath on the pool deck.  I could always tell by the 
passion of her lovemaking that night that the sunbathing was definitely 
getting her aroused.   Once, later in the summer,  I was able to take 
advantage of her arousal while she was sunbathing to initiate our first 
outdoor sex.....  we were both turned on to the max by the setting, but 
later she didn't seem ready to make that a regular event.....  I was 
disappointed, but things would get better later on
As I said, sunbathing in the buff became a "no big deal" thing for Irena as 
the summer wore on.  Other than a quick glance around the property to make 
sure there was no one around, she would just drop whatever she had on and 
lie down on the ultra low lounger I had built next to the pool.  Other than 
a couple of pieces of wrought Iron furniture.... chairs and a  table, the 
lounger was the only thing that broke the smooth flat view of the back yard.
Irena has asked a few times when we first got the pool for a privacy fence. 
I pointed how unecessary it was in our already private yard and she soon 
dropped the request.   I had plans that would be messed up pretty badly by a 
privacy fence.
Those plans helped in the design of the lounger which was only a few inches 
high, with a built in cushion that was fixed in place by several bolts.  My 
plans required no bulky furniture or other large objects that Irena would be 
able to hide behind when the time came.

End of Part 1

Part 2  The Plan
Irena didn't know that I had begun to put one of my several plans into 
action for this weekend.  I planned an interesting but tame show on Saturday 
afternoon, so that our audience would know Irena was going to be "on 
display" this weekend. The weather for the past 2 weekends had not been good 
and I feared our audience might think the shows were over for the year.  I 
planned to keep her up later than than she planned on Saturday night so she 
would be sure to need a nap by early afternoon.  I had convinced her to join 
me for sunrise fishing on Sunday morning.  I often fished in the creek that 
ran through the large wooded area across the rural road that ran in front of 
our house.    All summer I had intentionally exaggerated the wonderful 
experience of seeing the sunrise while surrounded by nature and catching a 
few fish at the same time.  This made it almost impossible for Irena to turn 
down my offer for her to come fishing.

I guess I need to back up a little bit and let you in on some of my 
preparation.... I must admit to being more than a little proud of my work.
The foliage on the hill behind our property really is very thick and it does 
completely obscure the view from the trail into our yard and vice versa.  To 
make sure that Irena was thoroughly aware of that fact, I made a point 
several times early in the summer to take Irena for walks on the trail.  
During the walks I would dare her to find a place to see the house or our 
yard from the trail and she never could.
About midway through the summer, as Irena was becoming comfortable with 
being naked in the back yard, I went for a solo walk on the trail while she 
sunned herself.  After being gone for only a few minutes I came crashing 
through the bushes from the trail on the run.  I yelled to Irena to get into 
the pool and jumped in myself.  When  we both came to the surface I looked 
around and then told her that I had run into a swarm of hornets on the trail 
directly behind our property, and that they had swarmed at me.  I had run 
for the safety of the pool and they had apparently given up.  I must have 
been pretty convincing, as Irena bought the whole story and agreed with my 
suggestion that we both stay away from the trail for the rest of the summer.
Now that there was no chance that Irena would be going back on the trail 
that summer, I could begin work on "the view"
Whenever she was away from the house, shopping, hair dresser, etc, I would 
go up to the trail and identify places on the trail where a little pruning 
of brances in the right places would open up the line of sight to our yard, 
especially the pool area.
It was not easy, as in a couple of cases I had to climb 15 to 20 feet up a 
tree to make the needed "adjustments" to natures handiwork by cutting fairly 
large branches.   After checking the view I would also look to see what it 
looked like from our yard.    I could tell where the branches had been cut, 
but only because I was looking for the difference.   Just looking up the 
hill did not reveal the fact that there were several places where a person 
could look through a thin line of bushes easily and directly into our back 
yard.  Since they were looking over and through bushes next to the trail, 
anyone looking from the trail would be almost completely hidden from sight 
if we looked up from our back yard.   The stage was set....

End of Part 2

Part 3 The sighting
Now I had to arrange to have Irena become the "viewee" of someone walking 
the trail.  The fact that the trail was usually empty and wasn't often 
frequented by anyone, made it quite a challenge.  So I decided on a 2 
pronged approach.  One was to make sure the Irena was in the yard as much as 
possible either in the buff, or in her bikini, reasoning that even a 
clandestine view from the trail of her in a bikini would stir interest for 
more.  The second was for me to watch the trail as much as I could to see if 
there was any regular traffic.  To help with this, I secretly placed our 
video camera to tape the trail from our house for 2 hour periods (1 full 
tape) at different times of the week and day.  Then I would scan the tape at 
high speed to look for people on the trail.  Even at high speed, this was a 
very time consuming process, and I was getting discouraged when I spotted a 
movement on one of the tapes.  I reviewed the section at regular speed and 
saw 2 teenage boys walking down the trail.  They stopped at two of my 
"scenic overlooks" to stare at our unfortunately empty back yard.  This was 
a Friday afternoon tape, so I made a point to have Erena in the back yard in 
her bikini as much as possible on Saturday.   Glancing up as often as I 
could without being too obvious, I didn't see any evidence of a return by 
the boys until I had almost given up hope.  Then, looking from inside our 
second floor bedroom window, I spotted them standing at one of the better 
viewing spots, looking at our pool and talking to each other.  As fast as I 
could without raising suspicion, I went downstairs and into the back yard 
where I suggested to Irena that we take a dip in the pool.
Once in the pool, we swam and fooled around a bit.  I got her into the 
shallow end of the pool where the view from the hill was best, and where we 
stood with our upper bodies out of the water, and held Irena close to me in 
a long hug.  I had positioned her with her back to the hill so I could keep 
an eye on our audience.  I could see that both boys were frozen in place as 
they stared at us.   After a couple of innocent kisses, I untied the back of 
Irena's bikini top, worked it off her and tossed it onto the pool deck.  I 
could see the two boys elbow each other and crane their necks for a better 
view.  Not wanting to over do the first show, I suggested to Irena that we 
might go inside for a little more intimate activity.   She seemed almost hot 
enough to be convinced to do it right there, but I didn't want to rush it.  
Instead I made sure that we took our time getting from the pool to the 
house, while Erena remained topless (I picked up her bikini top to carry it 
for her).  I had made sure we only had one towel, and gallantly let her use 
it first, then asked to use it so she would not have anything to cover 
herself with while we moved from the pool to the house.  I stopped her twice 
to point out new blooms on some of the flowers I had recently planted in the 
yard.
When we got in the house I excused myself for a minute to go to the 
bathroom.  I had hidden my binoculars in the bathroom so I could get a close 
up view of the boys on the hill.  Looking through a small space in the 
bathroom curtains, I spotted them talking and gesturing while keeping an eye 
on the house in case we came back out.  Of course, we didn't, as we made 
love on the floor of our TV room.  I had a massive orgasm which was partly 
induced by my thoughts of how nicely my plan was developing and where it 
might be leading.

As expected, the boys showed up on the trail fairly often after that.  I 
wanted to establish a pattern that would let them identify a time when they 
were most likely to see a good show from their vantage points behind the 
foliage.  I decided that Saturday and Sunday afternoons would be best. Twice 
a week would keep them looking forward to the shows for 5 days each week.
I was able to arrange to get Irena out by the pool around 1:00 on most 
Saturdays and Sundays, and kept the shows fairly tame to tease the boys a 
bit.
One day I got Irena in the pool and made a show of taking off both her 
bikini top and bottom and tossing it out of the pool onto the deck.   After 
a period of playing with the naked Irena in the pool, mostly closer to the 
deep end where their view was very limited, I walked her to the steps at the 
shallow end and we walked out together.  I put myself in their line of sight 
so that they could tell that she was completely naked, but could not get an 
unobstructed view.  I gave Irena a large towel which she wrapped around 
herself, ending the show for that day.
I would secretly check the audience on the trail from the house before and 
after each "show" and noticed that it was starting to grow, first a 3rd, 
then a 4th.  Eventually I couldn't tell how many, but more than 3 or 4 on 
most Saturdays and Sundays. For the remaining weekends of the summer and 
early fall, I made sure there was something for the voyeurs to see in the 
early afternoon on most Saturdays and Sundays.  One Sunday I began with a 
repeat of the show that had me taking her bikini off while we were in the 
deep end of the pool and throwing it up on the deck.   But this time I got 
Irena a little more heated up and anxious to be serviced.  I worked her far 
enough toward the shallow end of the pool that she was visible from just 
above the the waist.   I had her lean over on the edge of the pool while 
still standing in the water, hidden from the waist down.   I entered her 
from behind, began slowly and built to a steady pace that had her writhing 
while her head rolled back and forth and her body moved to my thrusts.  As 
we both neared orgasm, I leaned my head over my shoulder and asked her to 
hug my head as I kissed her on the neck.  That brought her to an almost full 
standing position and thrust her breasts out beautifully as she reached up 
to caress my head.  As I continued to thrust, her breasts bounced with each 
stroke and I am sure the audience heard clearly in spite of Irena's efforts 
to muffle her cries of passion as we reached orgasm together.
Most shows for the rest of the summer consisted of a little topless action 
or an occasional brief nude stint in the pool mostly.  Now that we were most 
likely at the last weekend of the year that would be warm enough to allow 
sunbathing, I was ready for the feature show.

Just after lunch on Saturday I suggested that we go out for some sun.  Irena 
lay down on the lounger which I had placed at the far end of the pool, to 
make it as close as possible to the audience and as far as possible from the 
safety of the house.  She left her bikini on and I didn't encourage her to 
take it off.   I managed to glance up to the trail and at first didn't see 
anyone.  I was beginning to worry that no one would show up at all that 
weekend.   After a little while I spotted 3 boys who were alarmingly easy to 
see because most of the leaves were on the ground and not on the trees.  
Pretending to read as I sat in one of the  wrought iron chairs that were 
next to the lounger, I looked over the top of the book and saw that they 
realized how visible they were.   One went to hide behind one of the few 
evergreens on the hillside while the other 2 lay down on the trail facing 
us.  Those 2 became pretty much invisible as they lay in the leaves, and 
they signaled the other boy to do the same.... Must have been a pretty 
comfortable position as well.   I offered to put some lotion on Irena, 
commenting that this late in the season the sun's angle was so low that she 
could probably stay in the sun as long as she wanted with no fear of 
burning.    As she lay on her stomach I applied the lotion to her legs first 
and then moved to her shoulders. I started to work down her back and of 
course untied her bikini top as I applied the lotion.  When I got to her 
waist, I untied her bottoms uncovered her beautiful rear end.  I commented 
to her that in spite of her nude sunbathing stints, she still had pretty 
pronounced tan lines.  With that I asked, rather told her to turn over so I 
could do her front.   I made sure that the bikini didn't cover anything.   
As I applied the lotion to her legs and thighs I made a point about her tan 
lines and how white she was in the areas covered by the bikini.  When I got 
to the top of her thighs, I made a point to spend some time rubbing her 
pussy.  When I started to get a reaction and she started to writhe under my 
touch, I moved up to her stomach and spread some more lotion.  I also spent 
an unecessarily long time rubbing her breasts and caressing her now hard 
nipples.  I told her that she needed the sun on her back and pretty ass most 
of all and had her roll over onto her stomach.  After reaching between her 
legs and sliding my finger into her very wet cunt for a minute, I told her I 
had to go into the house to call about our dinner reservations.  I would be 
right back.
Irena, who was very relaxed just mumbled "OK"  and drifted off for a short 
nap.  Once in the house, I checked the boys who were still in their prone 
positions and watching Irena intently.
I stepped out onto the back porch and yelled to Irena in a voice loud enough 
to carry up to the hillside. " The Hardin's just called about tomorrow 
afternoon.  I told them we would go over about 4:00.  That will give you 3 
or 4 hours to sun yourself long and get rid of those tan lines."
Irena raised up on the lounger and seemed to be trying to think for a minute 
before she yelled back."Sounds good, I definitely want to get as much as I 
can of the last sun of the season."
I could see the boys gesture to each other as they realized they were in for 
another show on Sunday.
I walked out to Irena with her robe and to the disappointment of the 
audience I stood between her and them as she stood up so I could put it on 
her.   We have to get ready for the Harvest Festival, You can get all the 
sun you want tomorrow.
As we went inside I fondled and teased her until she was ready to make love, 
but I pointed out that we would miss the square dancing exhibition that her 
friend was in and that wouldn't be a good idea.  I said we could "do it" 
when we got back from the Festival.
I made sure we had a few glasses of hard cider and some of the home brewed 
beers that were for sale at some of the booths, and then acted like I really 
wanted to dance.  Irena was surprised because I typically avoided dancing, 
but she like it so much she didn't give it a second thought.
It was after midnight when I said we should call it a night as we had to get 
up at 5:30 AM to go fishing.  "Do we have to?"  Irena pleaded, that isn't 
nearly enough sleep for me."
"This may be our last chance this year before the weather turns.  You 
promised when you turned me down last time that you wouldn't bail out again" 
I chided her. "Besides, you can nap by the pool while you are getting rid of 
your tan lines tomorrow afternoon "
Irena reluctantly agreed and we headed home.  I fondled her in the car on 
the way home and when we got there she was ready for action.  I told her it 
was late and that we had to get up early.  Maybe we could "do it" tomorrow.  
   I could tell that she was horny and frustrated when we went to bed.  My 
plan was working to a "T"

I had to really work to wake her up at 5:30 AM, but once I waived a cup of 
coffee under her nose, she started to become coherent.
We dressed and grabbed our light fishing tackle and walked the mile to the 
creek.  By the time we got there, we were both wide awake and enjoying the 
beautiful weather as the sun just began to come up over the horizon.  We 
fished for a couple of lazy hours, catching and releasing a couple of fish  
each.  The fish stopped biting and we sat down on the grassy bank and kind 
of leaned on each other.  I put my arm around her and slowly worked us into 
a make out session that was so  hot that it was more like foreplay with 
meaning.  When I felt she was about as hot as she could get, I told her that 
we should head back to the house.  She argued that there was no one around 
and she couldn't wait.   I prevailed with the argument that we could enjoy 
it much more at home.
When we got home, and she turned to me to start our lovemaking, I snapped my 
fingers and said "Damn!! If we are going to take advantage of this beautiful 
weather and eat by the pool this evening, I need to clean the rust off the 
wrought iron chairs and table.  If I do it now I can spray  a coat of black 
paint and have it dry before they get here.   Why don't you put the steaks 
in to marinate and make sure we have the rest of the food ready for later 
while I do the furniture, then we can see what we have time for"

Irena was pretty horny, having been aroused and frustrated several times on 
the past two days,  but she reluctantly agreed to put off our lovemaking 
again.
I made sure to make myself very grubby and greasy when I was finished with 
the wrought iron, and seeing that it was already almost noon, I suggested 
that Irena get her suit on and start to get some sun while I cleaned up.
She had relaxed on the lounger but had her bikini on when I came out with a 
glass of wine for each of us.   I counted on the wine as insurance that she 
would be fully relaxed and get her nap while she was sunning.   I also 
brought a little surprise to show her, a new vibrator, alledgedly just for 
her to see what we were going to use later on in the house.
After a few sips of wine, I reminded her of her plan to get sun that would 
help her lose her tan lines and offered to put lotion on her as I had the 
day before.   As on Saturday, by the time I was finished, I had both her 
bikini top and bottoms off and had made her pretty wet with careful use of 
my fingers.
"Why don't we check to see how this vibrator fits" I suggested.
"I thought its for later"  she asked.
"It is, I just thought we might see how it feels to you."
"OK, but just for a minute"
I could tell she was pretty horny, but had become drowsy from lack of sleep, 
the sun, and the wine, so she was just going along with me.
I had her laying on her back and opened her legs slightly so I could rub the 
tip of the vibrator on the lips of her pussy.  She was fighting both 
drowsiness and arousal as she moaned softly and closed her eyes.
Without startling her into a more alert state, I told her I had just spilled 
the wine on her bikini and robe.  I said I would take them into the house 
and put them in the washing machine so they wouldn't be stained.    I put 
her hands on the vibrator which had about   of its 8 inches inside her.  I 
switched the vibrator on low and told her I would be right back.   I was 
counting on her sleepiness and arousal to keep her from keeping close track 
of the passage of time.

Once I got in the house I checked the scene in the back yard.  There was 
Irena on her back on the lounger, obviously turned on and writhing slowly as 
she worked the vibrator with both hands..   Other than the vibrator, there 
was nothing but Irena... no clothes, no towel, no robe, not even any furniture 
to hide behind if she decided she needed to.  Not that she would want to in 
her aroused condition.     It was still almost 15 minutes before the usual 
1:00 starting time, but when I looked at the hill from behind the curtains 
in the bathroom, I counted at least 12 teenagers all prone on the trail and 
watching Irena intently.  I noticed a couple more arrive as I watched and 
hoped they wouldn't make any noise or catch Irena's eye.

Now it was time for the grand finale.....

End of part 3   to be continued

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