...She was straddling the peak of her particular condo assignment, when she glanced down and saw the stranger had returned. Keegan gulped. He lay face up on a towel beside the pool at the side of the house. The top half of his face was hidden beneath dark, wrap-around sun glasses. That was all he wore. Tony would have described him as “bare ass naked.” His large, relaxed penis rested to one side over a cushion of black curls, and his sack hung heavy between muscular legs.

Little waves of shock riddled with desire washed through her. With some fondling, that penis could be erect and some woman could slide right down on it. And ride him. Hard.

He must have fallen asleep on his stomach and rolled over onto his back. Why else would someone lay naked, face up, in the sun? For that matter, why would anyone but a nudist go naked outdoors? Then she realized the pool was sheltered from onshore winds by a high wall enclosing the pool area. As far as this stranger knew, he had privacy, except for low-flying planes, and they were supposed to remain over the ocean.

In leaning forward on the peak to take a better look, her clitoris responded to the pressure against the roof with first stage arousal. The man looked so erotic, and her clit felt so good that she rocked and rocked, rubbing against the rough shingles, mindful of the men working on the roofs around her and the need for quietness in satisfying herself. Visions of the cock below enlarged, its dark head entering her where sensations were flooding her right now almost brought her to a climax. When he stood, and his penis hung down over the sack holding his balls, that did it. She gripped the roof with her thighs, and leaned into the spasms that began in her cunt and raced through her.

The man removed his sunglasses and slipped into the pool to swim laps. As her spasms of pleasure subsided, and she recovered from the weakness they brought, she watched his progression from one end of the long pool to the other. Now just his head, shoulders and arms broke the water. The rest of his body was submerged as he swam the crawl.

At times she paused from nailing to watch the powerful shoulders as they broke the water, and the angular profile of his head as he turned it to breath. For all she knew, he had medals of some kind in swimming—he was that good. The end of a longboard protruded from one side of the enclosure. He no doubt surfed, too.

She’d finished almost half of her roof before he pushed himself over the edge of the pool, flung his hair back off his face and toweled the water from his eyes. As he dried his face, a corner of the towel covered the lower half of his body. Now he spread the towel out and lay face down on it.

Keegan sighed as a tinge of regret that she could no longer view his “family jewels” rippled through her. It mingled with relief he was sensible enough not to expose the tender skin of his genitals to the sun again.