The Summer When the Block’s Pool Lost Its Modesty
Summer arrived early at the block’s pool, one of those communal pools surrounded by patchy grass and plastic loungers, in an ordinary building in an ordinary city. Nothing about that place promised anything. And yet that was where it all began.
She showed up on the first hot Saturday. Firm breasts, a narrow waist, long thighs, and a tight ass that seemed carved on purpose to unsettle anyone who looked at it too long. Her dark mane fell below her shoulders, and the swimsuit she wore barely deserved the name: a succession of necklines and cutouts that left skin exposed from the sternum to just above the pubis, her entire back bare, her hips crossed by a strip as thin as a cord.
It was a garment meant to cause outrage, and it did. The men looked at her with a desire they couldn’t hide. The women, with a mix of envy and disapproval. Her nipples stood out hard beneath the Lycra, brazenly pointing at anyone in front of her. No one around the pool could take their eyes off her, and she knew it. She walked as if everyone else’s embarrassment were the engine of her own pleasure.
The following Saturday she came accompanied. Her friend was almost as provocative, a little shorter, fuller in her curves: bigger breasts, wider hips, a generous backside that seemed to be begging someone to touch it. Her blond mane, dead straight, fell almost to the start of her buttocks. She wore a curtain bikini, one of those where the fabric isn’t fixed to the strings, and as the morning went on the garment folded and gathered up on its own, revealing more and more skin of an even, markless tan, as if she took the sun completely naked at home.
They touched each other now and then, without urgency, as if it were a natural gesture. They rubbed cream on each other’s backs, brushed shoulders, laughed in the sun. They didn’t just swim: they played, they lounged, they dozed, and in every pose they displayed two bodies made to be looked at with no effort at all.
***
The hot days passed, and something started to shift in the community.
Wounded in their pride, some of the neighbors weren’t willing to be left behind. No one was going to be more provocative than those two in their own pool. Smaller swimsuits appeared, reduced bikinis, tight briefs that flattered the figure. Some women bought bras that lifted and pushed the breasts together to create an impossible cleavage. Others didn’t need gimmicks and simply showed off what they had in the tiniest garment they could find.
Even several men joined the silent competition, wearing tighter trunks that made the bulge impossible to miss.
And so, week after week, the scandal slowly faded while the amount of skin on display kept growing. What had first been the object of whispers became routine. Like the two friends, several neighbors began tanning their chests without a bra. They tucked the little bit of fabric from their panties between their buttocks so as not to leave white marks on their ass. The first one to take off her top drew attention again, but the novelty didn’t last long: soon others followed her example.
Breasts of every size, shape, and color browned in the sun. Thongs and toplessness stopped being a rarity and became the norm. Even some men dared to wear thongs, especially the ones most confident in themselves. It turned out to be more a matter of attitude than of body.
A new atmosphere spread through that little patch of concrete and grass. A thick, contagious sensuality that hung in the hot afternoon air.
***
Then someone crossed the last line.
One afternoon, a figure came out of the changing rooms completely naked. Maybe the first time it was just an oversight; no one could say whether it was a man or a woman. What matters is what came after: around them, another neighbor simply took off his swimsuit with no more hesitation, as if he’d been waiting for permission for months.
And once given, that permission could no longer be taken back.
Soon, all across the grass, naked bodies could be seen lying in the sun. The neighbors rubbed cream on one another, hands traveling over strangers’ backs and thighs with a naturalness that weeks earlier would have been unthinkable. No one was scandalized anymore. Modesty had evaporated in the same heat that had melted it.
The two friends remained impassive in the middle of it all, apparently oblivious to the tide they themselves had set in motion, though they never stopped putting their bodies on display when the moment called for it.
Until one day a naked boy, young and with an easy smile, came over to them and sat beside them. His name was Iván, and they soon became friends.
***
At that very same moment, on the other side of the pool, a couple started making out without bothering to hide it. He lay on top of her and kissed her breasts, licking her nipples slowly. He was still wearing a small, tight swimsuit, but anyone looking in their direction could tell how hard he was beneath the fabric.
The boy moved down over her stomach without restraint, pulled at the thong, and slid it down her long thighs until it fell onto the grass. She knew they were being watched. She also knew what they were provoking in the others, and that, far from holding her back, only turned her on more. She drew her legs up to her chest and spread them so he could reach her comfortably with his tongue. Long strokes over the vulva, a pause on the clit, a slow pass over the wet lips.
A few meters away, two boys who had been rubbing sunscreen on each other stopped pretending it was innocent. They were already completely naked, and their hands reached each other’s erections without obstacle. One mouth began to devour his friend’s cock with an almost tender softness, stopping to lick the shaved pubis, the hot testicles, not letting the other lose his hardness.
Farther on, two girls lying very close together on a towel were stroking their sex with gentle fingers, aroused by the spectacle their neighbors were putting on for them. One girl’s tongue traced the other’s neck while their hands did not stop, both wet, both lost in the heat of the afternoon.
***
But the center of everything, the core no one could look away from, was the two friends and their new companion.
The brunette —Nerea, she had said her name was— and the blonde —Carla— got hold of Iván’s cock and started sucking him together, taking turns, their lips brushing each other around the same glans. He, impatient to finally discover the bodies the whole community had been craving for weeks, pulled at cords, straps, and clasps, sliding every piece of fabric he could reach until he left them as naked as everyone else.
He managed to free the top of Carla’s bikini, and her heavy tits spilled free. He immediately grabbed them, kneading them while two tongues worked over his crotch: one tracing the shaved testicles and going down to the perineum, the other climbing the shaft to the glans, hard as steel.
With his free hand he managed to slip a finger under the one-piece suit of Nerea. She pushed her ass back and let him open her, let him finger her with dedication, two fingers sinking into her soaked cunt while her mouth stayed busy on him.
In the first couple, one of the boy’s friends joined in, knowing he’d be welcome. He found him on all fours, licking the neighbor, with his swimsuit still half down and his ass stuck up. He finished pulling the garment off him, nipped at his hard buttocks, and slid his tongue through the crack. The groan the boy let out when he felt it echoed all through the place, drawing the attention of the few who still hadn’t joined the show.
In the more discreet corners, other couples had started similar games, though nothing as open as the threesome in the middle, the two girls on the towel, or the two friends tangled together on the grass.
***
Nerea lifted her gaze for a moment. All around her was skin, desire, neighbors who weeks earlier had exchanged dry greetings in the elevator and were now touching each other without names or shame. She and Carla had sparked that fuse without intending to, just with a couple of impossible swimsuits and the confidence not to hide anything.
Iván laid her down on the towel and positioned himself between her legs while Carla sat astride her friend’s face. What came next blended into the rest of the moans that ran through the pool, already indistinguishable from the tide of bodies seeking each other under the unforgiving August sun.
Whoever wasn’t participating looked around, aroused, calculating where to start, whom to touch, whom to let touch them. And no one, absolutely no one in that ordinary apartment block, remembered anymore why a simple swimsuit had ever seemed scandalous.
