New Neighbor
I was awoke from my nap, poolside, by a splash. The paperback book I was reading slid to the ground, probably losing my place; I thought. When I came out here the pool was empty, being a Monday afternoon, so I didn’t expect to have company.
I sat up and leaned over slightly to pick up the errant book when I saw her climbing out of the pool via an aluminum ladder in the deep end; I was lounging on the shallow end because there was a nice angle of the sun’s rays assaulting that end of the pool.
Her back was lithe, with rivulets of chlorinated pool water beading down the bare flesh between the thin string along her back for her top and the, barely adequate, material of her black bathing bottom. Then her legs cleared the water and I was enthralled with how nice they were; she obviously swam a lot.
Once out of the water she looked over at me and smiled than proceeded to walk around the pool to where I sat.
She couldn’t have been a day over nineteen. I, myself, am retired at fifty-six thanks to a successful business I started twenty years earlier. I never even ever thought about being with a younger girl, but this one had an aurora about her that begged for a man’s attention. I had to adjust how my legs were just to hide my crotch; she was giving me an erection.
Her hair was blonde but appeared to be a little darker from the water which held it tight against her back. Her top matched her bottoms, where it was also black and also just barely enough material. It was merely two triangles, three inches to a side, covering the more erotic parts of her breasts; this alone made her breasts even more arousing. They were, what I personally feel were the perfect size, 36c.
Her stomach showed a faint 6-pack of muscle, I was guessing also from her swimming, and the black material hiding her most mysterious of exotics was no larger than one of the triangles covering a breast. It was cut so low it would be impossible for her not to be shaved bare above her sex; it looked like the line of material was drawn just above where her slit would start. The curves of the material, where it disappeared between her swimmer’s legs, teased of the labia contained there.
Her voice was just as sweet as her body; “I’m sorry I woke you. I jumped in before realizing someone else was here.”
She was standing near my chair, the water teasingly dripping from her body. “It is okay; this book is a little boring; I must have dozed off. You may have saved me from a very uncomfortable sunburn.”
“My pleasure;” she replied with a cute little bow; which only teased me more by pushing her lovely breasts toward me.
“I should thank you; I was suppose to be swimming laps. Got to keep this strong ticker ticking.” I tapped my chest.
“Yeah I was out here to do the same. Name’s Amy by the way. I just moved into that building over there.” She pointed to my building, so they must have finally rented out the little one bedroom at the end. “I always like swimming weekday afternoons with no one – or almost no one;” she winked at me, “around. I embarrass easily.”
Don’t ask me why I said what I said in reply, but I did; “I can’t believe that you, dressed so, could ever be embarrassed.” Damn if her cheeks didn’t turn bright red. I felt bad; “I’m sorry; I don’t know what got over me; it’s not every day such a lovely young lady takes the time to talk with me.”
Okay, that didn’t help either, she actually turned a darker red, now down to the top of her breasts. She looked so lovely blushing, and her smile was lovely. She sat on the lounger beside mine and artfully changed the subject; “Wow, the sun sure does hit this spot. It is a good thing I woke you; you’d be baked in minutes.”
The conversation moved on to why she moved here: a student at the local college and the small apartment was all she could afford after tuition. I told her how I was retired and we talked about her chosen degree: engineering, which was what my company specialized in. We talked for an hour on current technologies related to the industry and what she wanted to do after college.
I realized time was passing and neither of us got any swimming in so I pointed it out to her if we didn’t get any swimming in soon the school kids would be invading the pool area. We both stepped into the pool’s shallow end via the cement stairs. She asked me how many laps I usually got in and I told her I just swam half an hour before going in.
She got a sly grin and asked if I wanted to race. Good lord, I was three times her age; was she trying to kill me. But looking at her lovely smile and her bulbous breasts how could any man tell her no. I agreed to just two laps.
I kept up the first leg to the deep end then I realized she was just pacing me before pulling away easily. I strained to swim faster than I normally did but it was of no use; I could have never caught her. What was I thinking even saying yes.
I paused at the shallow end’s wall and watched her as she turned at the far wall and began the last leg back to where I was. Her graceful arms cleared the water only to return without a splash and each stroke was powerful. This girl was more than a casual swimmer.
When she reached the wall she teased; “No fair, you stopped.”
“I could have never kept up; you should be on a swim team.”
She smiled, and the red returned to her cheeks; “I am; my sports scholarship pays half my tuition.”
“But you said you come out here when no one is…”
She giggled; “I know; I was just flirting. Then you made your nice comment and I really did become embarrasses.” Flirting? I haven’t been flirted with in dozens of years. I had no clue how to respond to this mysterious young lady. She rescued me; “I need to go shower and change so I can go shopping; I have no food yet, but when I saw the pool I just had to go for a swim first.”
We collected our towels and walked together through the well manicured grass to our building. I proceeded past her door, telling her I’d see her around, then continued toward my own door two over. As I was unlocking my door I heard her swear; “Damn, damn, damn.”
I turned back calling the very short distance to where she stood in front of her still closed door; “What’s the matter?”
“I left my keys on the kitchen table.”
I laughed; “Yeah, can’t do that; these doors automatically lock. Come over, you can use my phone to call the office. They’ll send over a spare key.”
She skipped over, joyfully; “Thanks, I saved you, now you save me. I’m glad you live here.”
I didn’t know how to take her comments. I held the door open for her as she entered past me; still only in her very skimpy bathing suit. I had grown accustom to her in it – or at least I thought I did – but my erection returned.
She turned as I closed the door; I thought to ask where the phone was, but instead she said; “There it is; I was waiting for his return.” I was confused, but only for a second because she stepped into me and, at the same time, placed her hand on the bulge in my trunks and her tongue in my mouth.
How was I supposed to react? My body took over and I wrapped my arms around her and enjoyed her gentle caressing of my erection. When she broke the kiss she whispered breathlessly; “Fuck the phone; where’s your bed?”
Still embraced, and with much kissing, I walked/danced her down the hall to my bedroom. She stopped caressing my erection just long enough to push down my trunks, then her hand returned, to grab my shaft, and began playing with it. She teased my ear with her tongue; “I just love older men’s cock.” Then she took a step back; “Undress me.”
I wrapped my arms around her neck and untied the top string which tied at her nape. I let the material flip forward so that her breasts were bared. Her areolas were puffy and a little larger than quarters and her nipples were erect, poking out, begging to be kissed. So I did as I untied the top’s other string which was tied at her back. She cooed with delight as my tongue teased the hardened nipple.
I slid my hands down her back, hooking the waist band of her bottoms with my thumbs and pushed the material down her legs. She hugged me close as we continued to kiss; my erection pressed hard against her stomach.
I gently laid her back on the bed and slid between her legs, pushing my cock inside her young hole. She wrapped her legs around my and pulled me tight to herself so that we were face to face and I was buried all the way inside of her.
“I love older men. I wanted you to fuck me so bad when I saw you out by the pool from my window that I quickly changed into my bathing suit to join you. I lied about not having my keys.” Then she released her hold on me with a groan; “Now fuck me.”
She was such a dirty girl too. As I slid in and out of her she was constantly demanding, moaning, cursing, or grunting so that I thought I would not be able to hold off for long, but every time I thought I was about to come she’d make me slow down or change positions. We fucked in almost every position I could imagine, and some I never had. She especially loved the positions that put her in control like sitting on top of my cock cowgirl style, but she was almost as enthusiastic of the other side like being taken from behind.
I felt I was living an interactive porn movie. After an hour I finally had my orgasm; she was on her third. We lay together, both of us panting with the exercise. She had laid her head on my chest so that I was looking down the back of her head, along her back, to her lovely ass.
As I admired her lovely ass and allowed my body recov
I was awoke from my nap, poolside, by a splash. The paperback book I was reading slid to the ground, probably losing my place; I thought. When I came out here the pool was empty, being a Monday afternoon, so I didn’t expect to have company.
I sat up and leaned over slightly to pick up the errant book when I saw her climbing out of the pool via an aluminum ladder in the deep end; I was lounging on the shallow end because there was a nice angle of the sun’s rays assaulting that end of the pool.
Her back was lithe, with rivulets of chlorinated pool water beading down the bare flesh between the thin string along her back for her top and the, barely adequate, material of her black bathing bottom. Then her legs cleared the water and I was enthralled with how nice they were; she obviously swam a lot.
Once out of the water she looked over at me and smiled than proceeded to walk around the pool to where I sat.
She couldn’t have been a day over nineteen. I, myself, am retired at fifty-six thanks to a successful business I started twenty years earlier. I never even ever thought about being with a younger girl, but this one had an aurora about her that begged for a man’s attention. I had to adjust how my legs were just to hide my crotch; she was giving me an erection.
Her hair was blonde but appeared to be a little darker from the water which held it tight against her back. Her top matched her bottoms, where it was also black and also just barely enough material. It was merely two triangles, three inches to a side, covering the more erotic parts of her breasts; this alone made her breasts even more arousing. They were, what I personally feel were the perfect size, 36c.
Her stomach showed a faint 6-pack of muscle, I was guessing also from her swimming, and the black material hiding her most mysterious of exotics was no larger than one of the triangles covering a breast. It was cut so low it would be impossible for her not to be shaved bare above her sex; it looked like the line of material was drawn just above where her slit would start. The curves of the material, where it disappeared between her swimmer’s legs, teased of the labia contained there.
Her voice was just as sweet as her body; “I’m sorry I woke you. I jumped in before realizing someone else was here.”
She was standing near my chair, the water teasingly dripping from her body. “It is okay; this book is a little boring; I must have dozed off. You may have saved me from a very uncomfortable sunburn.”
“My pleasure;” she replied with a cute little bow; which only teased me more by pushing her lovely breasts toward me.
“I should thank you; I was suppose to be swimming laps. Got to keep this strong ticker ticking.” I tapped my chest.
“Yeah I was out here to do the same. Name’s Amy by the way. I just moved into that building over there.” She pointed to my building, so they must have finally rented out the little one bedroom at the end. “I always like swimming weekday afternoons with no one – or almost no one;” she winked at me, “around. I embarrass easily.”
Don’t ask me why I said what I said in reply, but I did; “I can’t believe that you, dressed so, could ever be embarrassed.” Damn if her cheeks didn’t turn bright red. I felt bad; “I’m sorry; I don’t know what got over me; it’s not every day such a lovely young lady takes the time to talk with me.”
Okay, that didn’t help either, she actually turned a darker red, now down to the top of her breasts. She looked so lovely blushing, and her smile was lovely. She sat on the lounger beside mine and artfully changed the subject; “Wow, the sun sure does hit this spot. It is a good thing I woke you; you’d be baked in minutes.”
The conversation moved on to why she moved here: a student at the local college and the small apartment was all she could afford after tuition. I told her how I was retired and we talked about her chosen degree: engineering, which was what my company specialized in. We talked for an hour on current technologies related to the industry and what she wanted to do after college.
I realized time was passing and neither of us got any swimming in so I pointed it out to her if we didn’t get any swimming in soon the school kids would be invading the pool area. We both stepped into the pool’s shallow end via the cement stairs. She asked me how many laps I usually got in and I told her I just swam half an hour before going in.
She got a sly grin and asked if I wanted to race. Good lord, I was three times her age; was she trying to kill me. But looking at her lovely smile and her bulbous breasts how could any man tell her no. I agreed to just two laps.
I kept up the first leg to the deep end then I realized she was just pacing me before pulling away easily. I strained to swim faster than I normally did but it was of no use; I could have never caught her. What was I thinking even saying yes.
I paused at the shallow end’s wall and watched her as she turned at the far wall and began the last leg back to where I was. Her graceful arms cleared the water only to return without a splash and each stroke was powerful. This girl was more than a casual swimmer.
When she reached the wall she teased; “No fair, you stopped.”
“I could have never kept up; you should be on a swim team.”
She smiled, and the red returned to her cheeks; “I am; my sports scholarship pays half my tuition.”
“But you said you come out here when no one is…”
She giggled; “I know; I was just flirting. Then you made your nice comment and I really did become embarrasses.” Flirting? I haven’t been flirted with in dozens of years. I had no clue how to respond to this mysterious young lady. She rescued me; “I need to go shower and change so I can go shopping; I have no food yet, but when I saw the pool I just had to go for a swim first.”
We collected our towels and walked together through the well manicured grass to our building. I proceeded past her door, telling her I’d see her around, then continued toward my own door two over. As I was unlocking my door I heard her swear; “Damn, damn, damn.”
I turned back calling the very short distance to where she stood in front of her still closed door; “What’s the matter?”
“I left my keys on the kitchen table.”
I laughed; “Yeah, can’t do that; these doors automatically lock. Come over, you can use my phone to call the office. They’ll send over a spare key.”
She skipped over, joyfully; “Thanks, I saved you, now you save me. I’m glad you live here.”
I didn’t know how to take her comments. I held the door open for her as she entered past me; still only in her very skimpy bathing suit. I had grown accustom to her in it – or at least I thought I did – but my erection returned.
She turned as I closed the door; I thought to ask where the phone was, but instead she said; “There it is; I was waiting for his return.” I was confused, but only for a second because she stepped into me and, at the same time, placed her hand on the bulge in my trunks and her tongue in my mouth.
How was I supposed to react? My body took over and I wrapped my arms around her and enjoyed her gentle caressing of my erection. When she broke the kiss she whispered breathlessly; “Fuck the phone; where’s your bed?”
Still embraced, and with much kissing, I walked/danced her down the hall to my bedroom. She stopped caressing my erection just long enough to push down my trunks, then her hand returned, to grab my shaft, and began playing with it. She teased my ear with her tongue; “I just love older men’s cock.” Then she took a step back; “Undress me.”
I wrapped my arms around her neck and untied the top string which tied at her nape. I let the material flip forward so that her breasts were bared. Her areolas were puffy and a little larger than quarters and her nipples were erect, poking out, begging to be kissed. So I did as I untied the top’s other string which was tied at her back. She cooed with delight as my tongue teased the hardened nipple.
I slid my hands down her back, hooking the waist band of her bottoms with my thumbs and pushed the material down her legs. She hugged me close as we continued to kiss; my erection pressed hard against her stomach.
I gently laid her back on the bed and slid between her legs, pushing my cock inside her young hole. She wrapped her legs around my and pulled me tight to herself so that we were face to face and I was buried all the way inside of her.
“I love older men. I wanted you to fuck me so bad when I saw you out by the pool from my window that I quickly changed into my bathing suit to join you. I lied about not having my keys.” Then she released her hold on me with a groan; “Now fuck me.”
She was such a dirty girl too. As I slid in and out of her she was constantly demanding, moaning, cursing, or grunting so that I thought I would not be able to hold off for long, but every time I thought I was about to come she’d make me slow down or change positions. We fucked in almost every position I could imagine, and some I never had. She especially loved the positions that put her in control like sitting on top of my cock cowgirl style, but she was almost as enthusiastic of the other side like being taken from behind.
I felt I was living an interactive porn movie. After an hour I finally had my orgasm; she was on her third. We lay together, both of us panting with the exercise. She had laid her head on my chest so that I was looking down the back of her head, along her back, to her lovely ass.
As I admired her lovely ass and allowed my body recov
