When I didn’t immediately resist, he pushed the material from my bikini to either side of my tits, leaving both boobs swaying gently in front of me as I threw pasta into the boiling water. We lived only a few steps from the pool area, on the ground floor, so I watched every trip the poor guy made to his rented moving truck and back. Throughout the conversation, I kept my sunglasses on so I could keep glancing down at the bulbous tip of his cock still poking out from the bottom of his shorts. I felt my pussy starting to get moist, and – even without looking – I could tell my nipples were becoming stiff, which meant they were sure to be making obvious nipple bumps in my bikini top. So…..welcome!”
“Oh, cool….we’re neighbors!” He said with a grin. I loved the flattering side glances thrown my way whenever I was out by the pool and, although a little jealous sometimes, I think Rick actually enjoyed all the attention I got, as well. I smiled to myself as I noticed – from behind the cover of my sunglasses – that this caused the tip of his hefty prick to stick out slightly from just below the hem of his shorts.
