Just like good luck not thinking all sorts of wholly inappropriate things when a girl who looks like Christina Ames shows up smiling at your door. She was all legs, with this tight little ass, smooth, toned torso, full ripe young tits, and the face of a damn angel. Bright blue eyes, fully pouty pink lips, and long blonde hair that tumbled over her shoulders and fell halfway down her back.
Yeah, like a red-blooded man isn’t going to notice something like that parading around his house. Or half-naked in his pool, I might add.
She was fucking perfect. And yeah, I knew it was so fucking wrong to think about her like that, but damn didn’t I didn’t lose myself in those lips, wondering how they’d feel wrapped around my cock. I wanted to spread those long, slender legs and bury my tongue between them. I wanted to know if she tasted as good when she came as I thought she probably did.
And then there was Anna Riley, who I’d swear was her sister but for the red hair and the paler complexion. I didn’t know her as well as Christina - wasn’t really familiar with her parents, and of course she didn’t work for me like Christina did. But I’d definitely caught myself watching her too whenever the two of them were hanging around.
Hanging around, or say, parading and cavorting around in the pool wearing these tiny little bikinis that made the blood roar in my ears and my cock rock hard in my pants. Christina and Anna, looking like original fucking sin; like temptation on a stick. Barely legal, totally untouchable, totally off-limits temptation. Because as crazy hot the two girls jumping around in the shallow end of the pool were like some sort of wicked dirty fantasy, there was no fucking way I should’ve been having the thoughts I was immediately having about the two of them. Because these girls were way off limits, in a major fucking way.
I need another drink.
It was early afternoon, but I didn’t give a shit as I grabbed a beer from the fridge and cracked it. I turned and glanced out the window again, and groaned as I gritted my teeth. I mean they were wrestling for Christ’s sake - arms and legs around each other and giggling as they tumbled around the shallow end without a thought in the world about how hard they were making my dick. I sipped my beer, and before I knew it, I realized my hand was sliding over the front of my pants and grabbing my hard cock through my jeans.
I quickly shook my head and took a huge pull from the beer. Jesus Christ, day one of bachelorhood and I was that creepy fucking old guy day-drinking and stroking his cock to tight little inappropriate eighteen year olds.
But I didn’t care; at all. I was free, I was me again, and Goddamnit, these two were legal.
I left the beer on the kitchen counter before I took the stairs two at a time to my relatively empty bedroom upstairs. And I had my cock out and my eyes glued on the two hot little nymphs in the pool through the crack in the bedroom window blinds before I could even think about it.
‘Oh, hello Mr. Weaver!’ That flash of smile, that utterly perfect face with those bright blue eyes shining as she smiles. That tight little tank top and those downright scandalous cut-off jean shorts. Those pink toenails in her flip-flops. ‘Hot out isn’t it?’ Her laugh is musical as it tinkles out across my ears.
In the actual memory, she’s just coming over to do some light bookkeeping for me. But the fantasy is quite different.
‘It’s SO hot in fact, that I think I need to strip down a little, don’t you think?’ I nod, growling as she tugs that tank top off, her full young tits spilling out and what I imagine to be perfect little pink nipples hard and eager.
‘Actually, Mr. Weaver, I think what’ll really cool me off is if you’d let me suck your cock and swallow every drop of your cum.’
I groan as I watch Christina and Anna cavort around the pool; watch their tight young bodies glistening in the sun, their laughter like a teasing electric shock right in my ear.
‘I’ve never done anything like this, Mr. Weaver. I’ve only practiced kissing with my friend Anna,’ she says, dropping to her knees and reaching for my belt. I watch in awe as she leans forward, tilting her face up at me as she slowly wraps those soft young lips around my fat cock.
Out in reality, I groan, jerking my dick faster and harder as I watch the two girls pull themselves from the pool and start to dry off. They pad their way to the beach chairs to the side and lay there glistening in the sun, their tight young bodies fully on display. And as I stroke myself and imagine little Christina Ames on her knees with my cock in her mouth while I stare at the real thing out there in that crazy hot bikini, it’s the last straw.