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I was standing on my second floor apartment balcony, looking out at the refreshing and sparking blue pool below me. It was a late summer day, about eleven in the morning. I had the day off from work and had decided to just chill out at the apartment.
I was about to step back inside when I heard the familiar clank of the pool area’s iron gate as it closed. I watched as a stunningly beautiful young lady made her way to a row of lounge chairs by the pool. She casually draped a towel over one of the chairs and proceeded to strip out of her white shorts and a tank top.
Her bright pink bikini barely covered her luscious boobs and her cute ass. She made some minor adjustments and then sat on the chair. I was mesmerized. I watched as she took out a bottle of baby oil from her tote bag and slowly spread it over her arms, legs and shoulders. The sun glistened off of the oil. She sat back on the chair and put on her sunglasses. She slipped in ear buds and then plugged the end into her cell phone. Then, as she scanned the pool, she looked in my direction.
I gave a half-hearted hand wave and, to my surprise, she waved back. Knowing I had been spotted, I quickly retreated into my apartment. I didn’t want to be thought of as a pervert. From inside the safety of my apartment, I was pretty sure she couldn’t see me, but I could see her.
I sat on my bar stool at the pass through to my kitchen and sipped a cold beer that I'd retrieved from the refrigerator. I looked back out at the pool and saw an empty towel-covered lounge chair. I stepped on to my patio and peered over the balcony. My pool friend was nowhere to be seen.
I heard a knock on my apartment door. I opened it and found my pool friend, a total stranger, standing there, clad only in her bikini, hands on her hips.
“I thought you might want a close up view,” she said.
I stammered out a quick apology, even as I tried to maintain some semblance of composure.
“Don’t worry about it,” she replied, “you can make up for it by sharing a beer with me.”
“Come on in,” I replied, stepping aside.
“I’m Jamie,” she said, looking around at my apartment and flipping her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.
I scrambled into the kitchen and retrieved a beer. As I opened the cupboard to look for a glass, Jamie called, “The can is okay.”
I popped the top and handed her the beer. She took a couple of long deep gulps and then wiped her mouth with the back of a hand.
“Thanks,” she remarked. “Why don’t you join me down at the pool?”
“Sure,” I replied, not believing what was transpiring. “Let me get changed and I’ll be right down.”
“I’ll wait on ya,” Jamie replied as she sat on my bar stool by the kitchen pass through.
In my bedroom, I rummaged through my drawers for my swim suit. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and stepped back into the living room. Jamie was standing on my patio.
“I love your view,” she remarked as I joined her on the balcony.
“So where do you live?” I asked.
“Right up there.” Jamie pointed to a third floor apartment, in a building right across from where we stood.
I knew the apartment well. Late at night, I’d stare up and wonder who the cute chick was that was always silhouetted in the window. I didn’t dare let on that I was a Peeping Tom or a voyeur of sorts.
“You know,” she added, “I have wondered who lived in this apartment.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” She bit down on her lower lip and chuckled. “You really should close your blinds when you’re coming out of the bathroom, especially at night.”
I was shocked and a bit embarrassed. I stammered out a quick apology.
“There’s no need to apologize,” she replied. “I don’t think you were doing anything on purpose.”
I laughed. “Actually,” I replied, “I was kind of hoping you’d notice and come introduce yourself.”
“Well,” Jamie said, “it worked, didn’t it?”
“Yes, it did.”
I turned to walk back into my apartment. As I did, Jamie reached out and grabbed at my butt.
I turned and looked back at her. “You know that works both ways, right?”
“Yeah,” she replied, “I know it does.”
I grabbed my beer from the pass through bar and handed her the other beer.
“Why don’t we just sit up here and chat for a bit?” Jamie asked.
I didn’t have any problem with her request. I sat on the couch and Jamie plopped down right beside me, curling one leg under herself in the process. She was a single mom of three kids, all of them in school. I figured that she was a secretary in a law firm and that she liked to go out and dance in her spare time. “Or beg for beer from strangers,” I added.
“That too,” she replied.
I did my best to keep my eyes focused on hers, but it was hard.
One beer turned into two and then three. We laughed and chatted about various things. She was easy to chat with. I hadn’t been involved with a girl in months and had just about given up on finding the right one.
Jamie shifted positions on my couch. She fanned herself with her hand. “It’s getting warm in here.”
“I’d ask you to get comfortable,” I replied, “but I think you already are.”
Jamie smiled. “If I got any more comfortable, it would be dangerous.”
“I can handle it,” I responded.
Jamie laughed. “I’m sure you could.”
I turned on the ceiling fan.
“Do you want another beer?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, “but I think I may need to use your restroom.”
I froze.
“My bathroom?” I asked. My bathroom was a mess. So was my bedroom leading to the bathroom.
“Don’t worry,” Jamie replied, as she patted my leg and seeing the fear on my face. “I won’t look at anything.”
Jamie followed me into my bedroom. I reached into the bathroom and turned on the light. “Please excuse the mess.”
“It’s no problem,” Jamie reiterated as she stood next to me, “I have kids, two of which are boys. I’m used to it.”
She stepped into my bathroom and closed the door. I retreated to my bed and plopped down on it. I wasn’t drunk, but three beers had created quite a buzz. I closed my eyes. I heard the toilet flush. I listened to the water running as she rinsed her hands. The door opened and out stepped Jamie, only she was totally naked.
“I hope you don’t mind that I decided to get a little comfortable,” Jamie said as she stepped over to where I lay on my back on my bed.
Oh my Gawd, I thought, this girl is completely naked and she looks like she just stepped off the centerfold page of a men’s magazine. Her bronzed body was flawless; the baby oil on her skin glistening in the dull light of my bedroom.
Jamie slipped her hand on to my bare thigh and smiled. “Why don’t you get comfortable as well?” she asked.
“That might be dangerous.”
“I think I can handle that,” Jamie replied, mocking our previous conversation.
I stripped out of my swimming trucks, my manhood arching upwards against the lower part of my abdomen.
“Oh wow!” Jamie exclaimed, spying my growing manhood. In an instant, she was on top of my outstretched body, straddling my waist, her hands planted on my chest, my cock resting right against the outer confines of her pussy. She slowly rocked her small nubile body back and forth, smiling and biting down on her lower lip. I cupped her small breasts in my hands and lightly pinched her erect nipples.
“I don’t have any protection,” I said.
“I’m clean and I’m on the pill,” she replied, as she leaned forward, to press her luscious lips against mine, our tongues passionately probing the inner confines of our oral cavities. I raked my finger across her back and begged her to give me relief. I didn’t have to wait long to have my wishes completed.
Jamie slipped my cock into her steaming hot pussy and slowly rocked back and forth, staring into my eyes. I bit down on my lower lip. I couldn’t believe this was really happening.
“You know,“ I breathlessly said, “I’m going to fill you up.”
“That’s what I want,” Jamie replied, interlocking her hands behind her head as she moved her hips back and forth. Jamie tossed her head back and let out a deep sigh as she stopped momentarily. I could feel her pussy clamping down on my cock. She shook and trembled as the first of many orgasms ricked her gorgeous body.
I placed my hands on her hips and flipped her on to her back. I slipped between her legs and pushed my still hard cock deep inside of her, as I peered straight into her deep blue eyes.
“Oh . . . My. . . God!” she exclaimed between breaths, as my pelvic bone crushed into hers. She matched my hip thrusts with grunts. She raked her finger nails across my back and my shoulders. I couldn’t hold back. My first explosion was so powerful that I thought for sure, I’d see white semen coming out of her nostrils. Jamie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.
I didn’t stop, even after I had given Jamie everything I had to give. Finally, I rolled on to my back exhausted and tired.
Jamie smiled as she turned and faced me. “Do you want to go to the beer store?” she asked.
“That might get us in trouble,” I replied.
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” Jamie surmised, as she ran French-manicured finger nails across my chest.
How could I turn her down?
I was about to step back inside when I heard the familiar clank of the pool area’s iron gate as it closed. I watched as a stunningly beautiful young lady made her way to a row of lounge chairs by the pool. She casually draped a towel over one of the chairs and proceeded to strip out of her white shorts and a tank top.
Her bright pink bikini barely covered her luscious boobs and her cute ass. She made some minor adjustments and then sat on the chair. I was mesmerized. I watched as she took out a bottle of baby oil from her tote bag and slowly spread it over her arms, legs and shoulders. The sun glistened off of the oil. She sat back on the chair and put on her sunglasses. She slipped in ear buds and then plugged the end into her cell phone. Then, as she scanned the pool, she looked in my direction.
I gave a half-hearted hand wave and, to my surprise, she waved back. Knowing I had been spotted, I quickly retreated into my apartment. I didn’t want to be thought of as a pervert. From inside the safety of my apartment, I was pretty sure she couldn’t see me, but I could see her.
I sat on my bar stool at the pass through to my kitchen and sipped a cold beer that I'd retrieved from the refrigerator. I looked back out at the pool and saw an empty towel-covered lounge chair. I stepped on to my patio and peered over the balcony. My pool friend was nowhere to be seen.
I heard a knock on my apartment door. I opened it and found my pool friend, a total stranger, standing there, clad only in her bikini, hands on her hips.
“I thought you might want a close up view,” she said.
I stammered out a quick apology, even as I tried to maintain some semblance of composure.
“Don’t worry about it,” she replied, “you can make up for it by sharing a beer with me.”
“Come on in,” I replied, stepping aside.
“I’m Jamie,” she said, looking around at my apartment and flipping her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.
I scrambled into the kitchen and retrieved a beer. As I opened the cupboard to look for a glass, Jamie called, “The can is okay.”
I popped the top and handed her the beer. She took a couple of long deep gulps and then wiped her mouth with the back of a hand.
“Thanks,” she remarked. “Why don’t you join me down at the pool?”
“Sure,” I replied, not believing what was transpiring. “Let me get changed and I’ll be right down.”
“I’ll wait on ya,” Jamie replied as she sat on my bar stool by the kitchen pass through.
In my bedroom, I rummaged through my drawers for my swim suit. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and stepped back into the living room. Jamie was standing on my patio.
“I love your view,” she remarked as I joined her on the balcony.
“So where do you live?” I asked.
“Right up there.” Jamie pointed to a third floor apartment, in a building right across from where we stood.
I knew the apartment well. Late at night, I’d stare up and wonder who the cute chick was that was always silhouetted in the window. I didn’t dare let on that I was a Peeping Tom or a voyeur of sorts.
“You know,” she added, “I have wondered who lived in this apartment.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” She bit down on her lower lip and chuckled. “You really should close your blinds when you’re coming out of the bathroom, especially at night.”
I was shocked and a bit embarrassed. I stammered out a quick apology.
“There’s no need to apologize,” she replied. “I don’t think you were doing anything on purpose.”
I laughed. “Actually,” I replied, “I was kind of hoping you’d notice and come introduce yourself.”
“Well,” Jamie said, “it worked, didn’t it?”
“Yes, it did.”
I turned to walk back into my apartment. As I did, Jamie reached out and grabbed at my butt.
I turned and looked back at her. “You know that works both ways, right?”
“Yeah,” she replied, “I know it does.”
I grabbed my beer from the pass through bar and handed her the other beer.
“Why don’t we just sit up here and chat for a bit?” Jamie asked.
I didn’t have any problem with her request. I sat on the couch and Jamie plopped down right beside me, curling one leg under herself in the process. She was a single mom of three kids, all of them in school. I figured that she was a secretary in a law firm and that she liked to go out and dance in her spare time. “Or beg for beer from strangers,” I added.
“That too,” she replied.
I did my best to keep my eyes focused on hers, but it was hard.
One beer turned into two and then three. We laughed and chatted about various things. She was easy to chat with. I hadn’t been involved with a girl in months and had just about given up on finding the right one.
Jamie shifted positions on my couch. She fanned herself with her hand. “It’s getting warm in here.”
“I’d ask you to get comfortable,” I replied, “but I think you already are.”
Jamie smiled. “If I got any more comfortable, it would be dangerous.”
“I can handle it,” I responded.
Jamie laughed. “I’m sure you could.”
I turned on the ceiling fan.
“Do you want another beer?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, “but I think I may need to use your restroom.”
I froze.
“My bathroom?” I asked. My bathroom was a mess. So was my bedroom leading to the bathroom.
“Don’t worry,” Jamie replied, as she patted my leg and seeing the fear on my face. “I won’t look at anything.”
Jamie followed me into my bedroom. I reached into the bathroom and turned on the light. “Please excuse the mess.”
“It’s no problem,” Jamie reiterated as she stood next to me, “I have kids, two of which are boys. I’m used to it.”
She stepped into my bathroom and closed the door. I retreated to my bed and plopped down on it. I wasn’t drunk, but three beers had created quite a buzz. I closed my eyes. I heard the toilet flush. I listened to the water running as she rinsed her hands. The door opened and out stepped Jamie, only she was totally naked.
“I hope you don’t mind that I decided to get a little comfortable,” Jamie said as she stepped over to where I lay on my back on my bed.
Oh my Gawd, I thought, this girl is completely naked and she looks like she just stepped off the centerfold page of a men’s magazine. Her bronzed body was flawless; the baby oil on her skin glistening in the dull light of my bedroom.
Jamie slipped her hand on to my bare thigh and smiled. “Why don’t you get comfortable as well?” she asked.
“That might be dangerous.”
“I think I can handle that,” Jamie replied, mocking our previous conversation.
I stripped out of my swimming trucks, my manhood arching upwards against the lower part of my abdomen.
“Oh wow!” Jamie exclaimed, spying my growing manhood. In an instant, she was on top of my outstretched body, straddling my waist, her hands planted on my chest, my cock resting right against the outer confines of her pussy. She slowly rocked her small nubile body back and forth, smiling and biting down on her lower lip. I cupped her small breasts in my hands and lightly pinched her erect nipples.
“I don’t have any protection,” I said.
“I’m clean and I’m on the pill,” she replied, as she leaned forward, to press her luscious lips against mine, our tongues passionately probing the inner confines of our oral cavities. I raked my finger across her back and begged her to give me relief. I didn’t have to wait long to have my wishes completed.
Jamie slipped my cock into her steaming hot pussy and slowly rocked back and forth, staring into my eyes. I bit down on my lower lip. I couldn’t believe this was really happening.
“You know,“ I breathlessly said, “I’m going to fill you up.”
“That’s what I want,” Jamie replied, interlocking her hands behind her head as she moved her hips back and forth. Jamie tossed her head back and let out a deep sigh as she stopped momentarily. I could feel her pussy clamping down on my cock. She shook and trembled as the first of many orgasms ricked her gorgeous body.
I placed my hands on her hips and flipped her on to her back. I slipped between her legs and pushed my still hard cock deep inside of her, as I peered straight into her deep blue eyes.
“Oh . . . My. . . God!” she exclaimed between breaths, as my pelvic bone crushed into hers. She matched my hip thrusts with grunts. She raked her finger nails across my back and my shoulders. I couldn’t hold back. My first explosion was so powerful that I thought for sure, I’d see white semen coming out of her nostrils. Jamie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.
I didn’t stop, even after I had given Jamie everything I had to give. Finally, I rolled on to my back exhausted and tired.
Jamie smiled as she turned and faced me. “Do you want to go to the beer store?” she asked.
“That might get us in trouble,” I replied.
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” Jamie surmised, as she ran French-manicured finger nails across my chest.
How could I turn her down?
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