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I was in a bikini, wearing big sunnies and a large, wide brimmed floppy sun hat, lying on a sun lounge beside Emma's pool. Emma and the k**s were away for the weekend and she'd told me to come over for a swim whenever I liked. I loved Emma's pool, I loved going swimming and cooling off in the pool on stinking hot summer days like this one. I had just been for a swim and I was lying back, legs apart, arms akimbo, drying off in the sunlight.
I was feeling very laid back, very relaxed. I liked the quiet and solitude. I was enjoying the feel of the warm sun on my wet skin and the feel of my wet bikini on my body. Emma's pool is very private, her backyard is surrounded by a high timber fence and there are no neighbors who can look down into the pool area.
It is very private and I had thought of going skinny dipping but chickened out and now I was wondering if I should have a little wank out here in the open by the pool. Wearing just a bikini, the swim, the sun were all making me a tiny bit horny. I had my hand on my stomach wondering if I should just slide it down into my bikini bottoms when I heard a voice.
"Hello, Vicky. Is that you, Vicky?"
It was Eric, the k** who lived next door to Emma, a frequent visitor at Emma's and a frequent user of her pool. He was a nice k**, friendly, funny and a bit cheeky. I have no idea how old he was but he was a lot shorter than me, wore baggy shorts that hung down ridiculously low and always carried a skateboard with him.
I thought he had come over for a swim and I was disappointed my opportunity for a wank had gone but relieved he hadn't come over a minute later and caught me with my hand on in my bikini.
He walked right up to me and stood directly in front of me looking down at me, giving me a brazen and thorough looking over. I slowly and hopefully discretely moved my legs closer together.
"Hey, it is you." He said happily.
"Hi Eric, come over for a swim?"
"Yeah."
"Help yourself."
He looked over at the pool, at the water shimmering invitingly, then back to me, running his eyes form my feet to my tits then resting on my tits.
"Nah." He said with a smile. "I'd rather hang out with you."
"You won't find me very interesting."
"Oh, I find you very interesting."
I tilted my sunnies and peered over the top of them at him. There was something strange in his tone of voice.
"You look really good in a bikini." He said excitedly and as if he really meant it.
"Thank you."
"Really good." Even more excitedly.
He was just a k** but even so I looked down at my bikini clad body and thought I didn't look too bad. No, I did look good. Nice body, shame about the face. And the personality.
That thought made me laugh and Eric laughed long with me.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"Nothing. Just a random thought."
"Your tits bounce up and down when you laugh."
"Eric!" I said, in surprise.
"What?"
"Um. You shouldn't say things like that."
"Sorry. But they do. Bouncy bouncy. Big bouncy tits."
He started jumping around holding onto his imaginary bouncing tits as if trying to keep them under control. I burst out laughing. God, he was a funny k**. Cheeky and naughty but funny.
"You've got really nice tits." He said when he finished his little dance.
"Um… Eric…"
"Better than Emma's."
He bent over and whispered theatrically. "But don't tell Emma I said that."
He laughed. His laughter was contagious. He was a cheeky, naughty little shit.
"How do you know?" I asked.
I was suddenly curious and insanely flattered by the clumsy compliment. Nobody had ever said I looked better than Emma in anyway and I guess I was pathetically pleased by the comparison.
"Ahhh, she's always getting around topless. She always goes swimming like that. How come you don't?"
"Um…" I was struggling to handle this conversation.
"You got better tits."
"Um… Eric, you really shouldn't talk about women's tits, I mean breasts, like that."
"Emma says 'tits'. I told her she had nice tits and she said 'Thank you, you cheeky rascal' and she laughed."
"Um…yeah… well Emma…. I thought you said mine were better."
"They are. I said hers were nice, yours are great. Yours are much bigger and they look firmer and you got nicer nipples."
I put my hands on my breasts protectively and checked my bikini top hadn't slipped down to reveal a nipple. It hadn't.
"How do you know what my nipples look like?"
"I don't. I'm just guessing. You know.. imagining."
"OK. Well, stop imagining and stop talking about tits."
"OK. You wanna go for a swim? You could take your top off and go in like Emma."
"What'd I say?"
"I didn't say tits."
"I've already been for a swim."
"Oh."
He was quiet for a while.
"Hey Vicky?"
"Yeah?"
"If you took your top off, you'd get an all over tan. You know. No tan lines. Like Emma."
I peered at him over the top of my sunnies again and gave him what I hoped looked like a stern look. He just smiled at me.
"Eric, you're a little pervert and you just want to see my tits."
"I do. Will ya show them to me?"
"What? No, of course not and you shouldn't ask ..people...um …women to show you their tits."
"Why not? My Dad says 'You don't ask, you don't get'."
"I'm sure that's not what he meant. You know Kelly?"
"Yeah."
"Imagine what she'd do to you if you asked her to show you her tits. She'd kick your little ass."
"I don't wanna see her tits. They look kinda saggy and anyway she's old."
"No, she's not she's…"
I was about to say she's the same age as me but I was suddenly, again, insanely flattered by his compliments and now his comparison with Kelly. Kelly is beautiful and so much better looking than me. Much better tits. I wondered if the little shit was doing it on purpose. Flattering me and comparing me to Emma and Kelly in some idiotic attempt to persuade me to show him my tits.
I'm not used to flattery and I never know how to process it or how to respond. Unless some idiot guy tells me I'm beautiful, then I do, because I know it's bullshit, because I know I am not. But this was different. It was weird, c***dish yet strangely sincere even If it was only directed at my tits.
"Really?" I heard myself say.
"Oh yeah." He said emphatically.
He stood there grinning at me, staring at my bikini clad tits.
"Please?" He said, imploringly.
I found myself looking around at the high fence surrounding us, the dense garden, there was nobody around, no houses that could look down at us. Nobody could see us here.
"Come on." He said. "It's no big deal. Emma gets around all the time with her tits out. She doesn't care."
"If I give you a quick look, will you stop nagging me?" I found myself saying.
"Yes. I will." He nodded emphatically.
I thought what's the harm? It's not like he's never seen a pair of tits before. He looked so eager, so keen to see my tits. As if it were really important to him. As if contrary to what he'd just said it really was a big deal to him.
I started to laugh. This was crazy. Showing some k** my tits.
I pulled the right side of my bikini top down for a moment, just to give him a quick look.
He howled in protest.
"Is that… I didn't even see it. That was too quick. Vicky, that's not fair."
I laughed. His outrage was so real and yet asking me to show him my tits was the real outrage.
"I did say a quick look."
"Oh, Vicky, that's just not fair."
He was so upset for a moment I thought he was going to cry. He was so funny. This whole thing was so funny. Getting ambushed by a k** who wanted me to show him my tits.
I thought what the fuck? Who cares?
I sat up and undid my bikini top, took it off and dropped it on the tiles beside the sun lounge. I turned to face him.
"There." I said. "Happy now? Have a good look."
"Wow.' He said, drawing it out long and low.
"Wow. You really do have great tits. I knew you'd have nice nipples too. I knew it."
It was kind of a turn on. No. No, it was a turn on. A real turn on and I thought about how I was just about to rub one out when he arrived. I loved the way he was looking at my tits. As if they were the most beautiful, amazing, incredible thing he'd seen in his life. Better than Emma's, better than old Kelly's saggy tits.
I loved the look of sheer bliss on his face.
I leaned back on the sun lounge and got comfortable. I was enjoying watching him staring at my tits. I loved this crazy feeling of adulation or something. I laughed softly. Vicky, you are such a fuck up.
The sun felt incredibly good on my naked tits, nice and hot and I closed my eyes to bask in the feeling. I heard a strange noise and I opened my eyes and couldn't believe what I saw.
Eric was standing beside the sun lounge with his little cock out, pointing it right at me and jerking off frantically. I was too shocked and surprised to do anything. I just gaped at him.
He had a skinny little cock and it's head kept poking out of his fist while he wanked. I was surprised how small it was and how cute it's little head looked, poking out and disappearing like that.
"Eric, stop that." I whispered fiercely.
"You got such great tits." He said, not missing a beat with his wanking.
"Stop it. Put it away."
He didn't. He got up on the sun lounge with a knee on either side of my body and pulled his shorts down lower. Now I could see his little balls bouncing back and forth crazily while he kept jerking off at breakneck speed.
He was straddling my body, his cock pointing right between my tits, staring at my tits with this look of malicious glee on his face, jerking off frantically.
I could have slapped his face, pushed him off of me, yelled at him, but I just lay there watching him, my eyes latched onto his hand on his cock. I was kind of mesmerized. I also realised with a shock that I was incredibly turned on.
Part of my brain told me that so long as I didn't actually DO anything I was in the clear and I was just a victim of an oversexed teenager.
I wanted to suck that little cock so badly. I saw precum on the head and wanted to lick it off. I wanted to take all of his little cock in my mouth and taste his cum when he came. I wanted to pull my bikini bottoms down and tell him to stick it in here.
I did nothing. I just lay there still, watching him jerk off.
It didn't last long. He came, and it spurted all over my stomach and between my breasts. Thin, watery looking, almost clear cum. It shot out of his little cock with surprising force.
He sat back on top of me, his bony little ass right on my pubic mound and smiled. He actually smiled at me. He looked very happy.
"Thanks for that." He said a bit out of breath.
What? Thanks?
"Can I touch them?"
"What?"
"Can I touch your tits?"
"No, and put your dick away. And pull your pants back up."
"Don't you wanna fool around?"
"What? What? No."
He got back up on his knees and his cock sprang back into view. It was still hard. I stared at it. It was so perfect. Such a perfect little cock. Small and thin with a perfect, pinkish, purplish little head with cum still oozing out of it.
"It takes a while to go down." He said, looking down at his cock.
"I wasn't looking at it."
"Yes, you were." He said, grinning.
"Eric, put it away now and you must never tell anyone about what you just did or you'll be in big trouble."
"I know. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
I realised he was staring at my tits in the same moment I realised I was still sitting there topless. I reached down and picked up my bikini top.
"Ohhhh." He moaned in protest.
"You're a very naughty little boy." I said, immediately realising how stupid that sounded.
He burst out laughing.
"I know. Can I just have a quick feel. Just a really quick feel? Please?"
What the fuck. He'd just jerked off and came over me what's a little titty touching compared to that.
"Go ahead." I said.
He grinned and reached out with both hands, taking a tit in each hand. Another look of sheer bliss came over his face. God, he looked so fucking happy. I don't think I had ever seen anyone look so happy.
He squeezed my tits gently, pulling them up slightly as if to feel their weight. He ran his hands all over them, exploring their shape. As if he were storing memories to jerk off to later. God, I thought, he's probably going to be thinking about me every time he jerks off for the next six months.
Better me than Emma, I thought crazily.
"Can I suck one?"
"No."
Just a quick suck?"
"No, we've done enough for today."
"Next time?"
"God no. No, we shouldn’t have… I mean YOU shouldn't have. Oh, you know what I'm talking about."
"So, you wanna have a swim now?"
"Yes."
I thought a swim was a great way to get myself out of this situation. And get rid of his cum. I put my top back on and dived into the pool with Eric right behind me. I spent the next half hour dodging him in the pool. He chased me around trying to grab hold of whatever he could. Tits, ass, cunt, anything that he got close too.
Emma and the k**s returned and I felt so relieved. Partly because Eric would have to stop chasing and groping me and partly because I felt so tempted to let him fuck me.
"Hey Eric." Emma called out.
"Hey Emma, Vicky and I are having a swim."
"Watch out for that one, Vicky. He's a cheeky little rascal."
Oh, I know I thought.
I masturbated over this for months myself imagining Eric doing the same.
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