Ella is my smoking hot neighbor. We sometimes end up at neighborhood parties, but she's a jogger, so most days I just wave politely as she heads out for a long run. I tend to see her when I'm cutting the grass. I stare as she passes by. I stare at her tight ass and her ample tits. She's got a body that any guy would enjoy. When she runs, she usually wears a tank top that's a little too tight and shorts that accentuate her well-rounded ass. Today was no different.
This particular day was a very hot day and I had just finished cutting the grass. I was making my way from the garage to the mailbox to grab the mail. I was caught off guard when I saw Ella sitting on the curb in the shade. I walked up to her expecting to make small talk, but I quickly realized things weren't quite right. Her clothes were soaked with sweat as she had obviously just finished her run, but something was wrong. I tried talking to her, but she was really out of it.
I ran to the garage and grabbed a cold bottle of water. By the time I returned, she had laid back in the grass totally exasperated. I think she was dizzy which got me concerned. I tried to get her to drink some water. I splashed some water on her face. That helped, but she was struggling. It was obvious to me this wasn't enough.
I convinced Ella to sit up and she took a small sip. She took a second sip, but then she tried to lay back down. That's when I realized we weren't making much progress. My family was out of town, so it was pointless to yell for help. I decided that I had to get Ella cooled off, and quickly.
I got her to sit up, and then quickly grabbed her from behind to lift her to her feet. She could barely stand, so I put her arm around my neck as I wrapped my arm around her waist and we walked to the house. I sat her at the kitchen table. I thought getting into a cool place would help.
She took another sip of the water, but put her head on the table. Dizzy again? Probably. In the meantime, I got a wet towel and tried to wipe her face, but I could tell she was over-heated. The wet towel helped, and I managed to get her to take a few more sips.
As I asked her how she was doing, she was starting to respond to my questions.
"What day is it?"
"How far did you run?"
"Are you feeling better?"
I was expecting a "yes" but she said "I think I'm going to throw up."
That's when I knew it was going to take more than a few sips of water to get her cooled down and back to normal. She needed a cold shower and quickly. I got her to her feet, put her arm over my neck and my arm around her and we went upstairs to the bedroom and into the bathroom.
I turned the water on in the shower - I wanted it to be luke warm, not cold. As I waited, I helped her pull off her tank top. It was soaked with sweat and sticking to her like glue. Hands above her head, I managed to pull it off. Underneath she had a white sports bra. While time stood still as I stared at her tits, I decided to leave the bra on. Next I moved to her shorts. As I pulled off her black running shorts I revealed the cutest set of pink lace panties. OMG! Here she was with a medical issue and I was getting the chills just thinking about her in her lacy underwear. How many times had I fantasized about what she would look like?
I pulled off my shirt and then grabbed her from behind. We moved into the shower, me standing behind her to hold her up. As the water hit her, I thought I was going to lose her. Her knees got weak and she sort of collapsed, lost in the sensation of the water hitting her body. She seemed to go limp as the cool water ran across her body. She moaned just a little as if to acknowledge that it felt good. As I stood behind her, she stood motionless simply allowing her body to absorb the cooling temps.
As I held on to her tightly, her subtle reactions to the tingling water told me she was starting to feel better. By now, her sports bra was soaked and totally transparent exposing her boobs to me. I could not stop myself. I peered over her shoulder so I could get a good look. I found myself gawking at what I guessed were C cup tits. Her nipples were stiff, and I think I was too.
I gently spun her around to face me so the water ran down her back. She clung to me as if we were dancing a slow dance. I moved her pony tail to the side so the water could drench her neck. By now, she was soaked from head to toe, including both her bra and the lace panties. Both garments clung tightly to her body like a second skin. I could see everything and it was even more amazing than I had imagined.
Lost in my own dream, I decided to spin her back around so she was facing the water. The chill was helping with her recovery. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear "are you doing better?". She answered with a low mumble "yes" as if to say "don't stop, not now."
Without her moving an inch, I waited to see what would happen. It was clear she was transfixed, so I decided that a little more stimulation would be that much better.
I was fortunate that we had installed a massaging showerhead. It's great after a long workout when you set the jets to massage mode. It's even better when you use it as a handheld massager. I reached up and removed it from the cradle. I switched it to massage mode which changed from a gentle spray to a pulsating massage of water jets.
Knowing how good it felt when I use it, I started with her neck and then moved the pulsating jets down the front of her body. As I moved down across her breasts, I refused to pause. Instead I continued down her stomach. I guess she was ticklish because she flinched ever so slightly. I paused, but as she exhaled she said "ummm, keep going."
For the next five minutes, I worked the massager from her scalp down her chest across her stomach to her belt line and then back up. Slowly. Methodically. Teasing.