Hot-Tubbing With A Neighborly Daddy

Back in the fall of 2017, when my husband and I moved back home to Atlanta, we didn’t know many folks in our neighborhood. That changed when we started walking our dog three times a day and kept meeting other dog walkers in the area. One of our favorite dog-friendly couples in the hood soon became regular buds; we would walk with our collective fur kids, sometimes twice daily.

Al and Kathy are in their mid-60’s and are always a trip to chat with; both are Southern storytellers and always have a tale or two about themselves, other neighbors, family, and all of their pets (past and present)—always something to talk about. Since we’ve become pals, we host each other for dinner and/or drinks pretty regularly and find out more about them each time. Al, like my father, is from North Carolina, went to UNC Chapel Hill, and is therefore, like Dad, a HUGE Tarheel basketball fan. Although I’m not into basketball, it’s fun hearing him talk about the team (past and present), as it reminds me of how my dad talks about the Tarheels all the time.

To give a little more context to this story, I have a tenuous relationship with my father, to say the least. Over the last 2-3 years, we have talked less and less due to fundamental differences in personality, politics, values, etc. We are also both extremely stubborn when it comes to reconciling these differences, finding middle ground, and reaching that middle ground; it’s just not all the time. We both work on it, though.

Back to Al, he shares the same political view as my father, and while it baffles me and my husband why he’d want to befriend a gay couple, we’ve learned that he is less judgmental and more thoughtful about getting to know people who share differing opinions more so than other people who support our current administration. At the same time, when politics do come up, our chats are civil and respectful, based simply on the fact that we are good pals.

Which leads us to their hot tub. 😉

Al had invited the hubby and me to come sit in the tub whenever we wanted. I didn’t take them up on the offer until I had a back injury in the fall of 2018. I had a herniated disc, and most daily exercises proved to be too much of a strain, even milking. So before I was to start physical therapy, I asked if the hot tub offer was still good. It was, so I went over a couple times and placed myself on the shiatsu massage like jets, and Al would join with a swimsuit at first…

As Al would continue to share stories, it came up that he was a nudist and normally wouldn’t wear a suit in the tub. Somehow the thought gave me a boner, and I was definitely up for sitting there au naturel with my buddy. Cut to 3 weeks ago, beginning of January, I asked Al if I could leave the bathing suit so I would have to change in the cold winter air. He said absolutely, and he was glad since that was his normal state.

So now we hot tub, in the nude, at least twice a week, and we’ve bonded quite a bit, talking about our families, work, and looking at the stars on a clear winter night. I’ve told him that being with a guy who reminds me of my dad has helped me reconcile with my father’s POV on life, politics, sports/etc and although I may not agree with that POV, it’s nice to chat in a more civil way.

Al has also shared that he and his wife don’t share intimacy in the bedroom and haven’t for years. He talks about it with me because he values our friendship. Now nothing will probably happen sexually as his wife is always in the kitchen reading and the hot tub is right outside, In fact, Al got into trouble chatting about his marital issues in bed because Kathy overheard it, to which he has now stated he should sit in the tub with his back to the kitchen window 😉 And now we will sometimes sit right next to each other as opposed to across from each other, and I have to say, being naked and sitting next to another man in a hot tub, under the stars, sometimes with limbs touching, is at the same time very sensual and intriguing to me and takes me back to my youth when my dad and his brother-in-law would take me to go skinny-dipping in my grandmother’s pool in North Carolina.

Al also knows that I have a massage table and that I’m good with my hands. He doesn’t know about the milking, but he’s expressed an interest in getting a massage, so who knows where it will go? You just have to keep in mind that friendship is important and you wouldn’t want to have weirdness between neighbors. I love the bonding we already have, naked and otherwise.

As I’m writing this, I wonder if I do have “Daddy issues” and am I living out a fantasy I didn’t know I had or have by hanging out with someone that reminds me of the Dad I grew up looking up to and have since drifted from. Who knows? Al is also a good 10 years younger than my dad so more like an older uncle 😉

Whenever I get a text asking, “Coming over for a dip?” My heart does skip a beat, and I feel my face getting flush. I can’t wait for the next text!

What are your thoughts? Have you had a similar experience, and/or are you looking for a similar experience?  Sound off in the comments below; we wanna know.

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