Four years ago I moved into a series of apartments with my boyfriend.
Oh, my sweet, beautiful, strapping boyfriend! Tall, fair complexion, perfectly trimmed black beard that matched the black color of his perfectly trimmed hair.
I was finishing my medical studies at the most renowned university in town. I hung out with my college friends, visited my mom every week, went to the gym, everything was perfect... Until that night.
The summer vacations had started a week ago. The sun was shining every day. The heat was intense. I decided to invite 4 of my best friends to the apartments to go to the pool, it used to be customary to spend the weekends at the house of one of us and have pool parties. Any excuse was a good one to get together and drink alcohol, dance and talk about life.
They arrived. They knocked on the door. I went out to open the door. I greeted them all with two kisses on the cheeks and a hello. As the last of my friends entered my apartment, I watched as one of my neighbors, the one who lived next door, came out of his apartment. I noticed him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, but he kept walking. Within 3 seconds of closing the door, I had forgotten him.
We were at my apartment talking for two hours. We had a few beers and talked. I was wearing a white crop top, with a denim mini short, with nothing on my feet. Underneath the crop top and mini shorts I was wearing a white bikini.
After a while, we decided to go down to the pool, after all, that's what we had gathered for. When we got to the pool area, we started to put our stuff down on one of the nearby tables. The guys took off their shirts and started swimming. Then the women started taking off the clothes they had on over their bikinis and getting into the pool. Between the noise and the girls in bikinis, I noticed how some of the men who lived in the apartments came out onto the balcony to watch my friends and me.
I took off my crop top, my breasts bounced slightly as I took it off. You could see the shape of my breasts, which were medium sized, firm, but a little saggy which were perfectly supported by my bikini top which in turn, perfectly covered my nipples, preventing them from showing through. I timidly undid the buttons of my minishort. Then I tried to pull them down. I had to use a little more force because I couldn't get them off due to the size of my ass (I guess the glute workout at the gym was paying off). And there I was, with my ass in the air, covered only by my bikini bottoms. Finally I was alone with my bikini, my body was perfectly visible, with a slight and shy curve at the waist, appealing to the eye. It's not the perfect body, I'm not a supermodel, but when you see it you know it's a body you want to fuck.
I got into the pool. And time passed. At times I felt that someone was watching me. But there was no one around, I thought it was one of the neighbors, who had come out to watch and enjoy the view. I had felt it before, but it was always the same. There was no one watching me (or so I thought). You stop thinking about it after a few minutes, as you go back to chatting and drinking with your friends.
The night came. The party was ending. One of my friends told me that she had forgotten her charger in my apartment, I told her that I was going to look for it, she told me that she was coming with me, I replied that it was not necessary, not to worry. As I walked back to the apartments, I pressed the button to go to the floor where my apartment was. As I was waiting for the elevator to come down, the neighbor I saw earlier stood next to me.
- "Waiting for the elevator?" he asked me.
I internally panicked, as I was unprepared.
- "Huh?", yes. Yes, it's coming down." I replied and smiled.
- "Good." She smiled looking into my eyes. Even though she was in a bikini, she kept her gaze on my eyes.
The elevator arrived. We both got in, he let me in first, I'd bet he saw my ass as soon as his back was turned to me.
- "How was the party?" He asked.
- "It was good." I answered.
After my words silence was the protagonist. He didn't look at me, but I felt he did. He kept his distance, but I felt he was very close to me. I was so distracted and a little high on alcohol. I hadn't noticed he had a bag in his hand.
- "Did you go out shopping?" I asked.