Thanks for taking the time and reading my stories. This is the second story in the Guest House series. This is one of the shorter pieces in the series and is more of a bridge between the other stories. Feel free to leave a comment, positive or negative, and vote. I hope you enjoy.
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Dylan paid the cabbie and headed down the driveway toward the AAA truck. A gruff man, probably in his fifties, stood next to his Honda, clipboard in his hands and was talking to Cindy. She wore tight fitting blue running shorts and a matching sports bra that showed plenty of mid-drift that accentuated her ample breasts.
"So what's the damage?" Dylan asked as he approached. He was afraid that he needed two new tires and he had spent all his money on getting his new place.
"Nothing," the man said. "I filled the tires up and there doesn't seem to be any leaks. Looks like someone let the air out of your tires."
"Really?" Dylan said and relief washed over him. "That's great. I really appreciate you coming out here."
"It's my job," he said and handed over the paperwork for Dylan to sign.
He filled it out and handed it back. The AAA driver gave Cindy a curt nod, got in his truck, and slowly backed out of the driveway.
"This is really a good neighborhood but there's still some unruly boys around here," Cindy said.
"Don't worry about it. At least it didn't cost me anything," he said.
"Oh, before you leave," she said. "I want to invite you over for dinner since you declined last night."
"No problem. I haven't stopped by Taco Bell yet."
"I also wanted to extend the invitation to use the weight room and pool whenever you want. The weight room is in the pool house. Do you do yoga?"
"I've never tried it. I'm not that flexible."
"Well some of my friends get together on Monday mornings but other than that, the weight room goes unused."
"Thank you so much," Dylan said. "I had to cancel my gym membership. The weight room will come in handy. You've been so hospitable to me."
"Nonsense," she said and turned around. "See you tonight."
He watched her perfect ass as she headed through the gate that separated the driveway from the pool area. His hormones were on overdrive after his time at the pool party. He still had work he needed to do and a check to cash, but before doing all that he needed a cold shower.
It was dusk by the time he arrived back from his errands with two bags of groceries. He noticed Ashley's white Volkswagen in the driveway. As he headed up the stairs to the guest house, he could see the girls frolicking around the pool. He tried to hurry up but they saw him.
"Dylan," Samantha yelled. "Come on down for a swim."
"No thanks," he said. "I have a lot to do."
"Please," whined Ashley, who floated on a raft in the pool.
Just thinking about what happened earlier today with these delectable young women had his blood flowing and he hurried into his apartment. He made sure to lock the door, but he hadn't even finished putting the groceries away before he saw Samantha knocking on his door.
"I'm busy," he said and she pressed her breasts against the window of the door. He could see her nipples through the wet bikini fabric. "Come on Samantha. Your mom is home."
"I'll behave," she said and gave him another of her wicked smiles.
"You said that last time. Besides I really need to get some photos printed out."
"How long will it take?"
"A few hours," he lied. Disappointed, she turned and headed back down the stairs without a reply. Dylan looked down at his erect cock. "You're going to get me in trouble."
He worked as hard as he could with the sound of the young girls playing around the pool as background noise. He finished up the last of the photos and slid them into their portfolio. As he went to his closet to pick out a shirt to wear for dinner, someone knocked on his door again. It was dark now so he flipped the outside light on and saw Tracy.
"Hi," she said as he opened the door and she entered. She wore the same polka dotted bikini that clung tightly to her enormous breasts. A damp towel wrapped around her waist. "Are you coming down for dinner soon?"
"I'm just getting ready," he said. "Are they waiting for me?"
"Not yet. The girls are getting dressed up right now. I'm about to leave."
"Oh. Should I wear a tie?" he asked and smiled. He pulled his shirt over his head and when he did, he felt Tracy's hand on his zipper. "What are you doing?"
She pushed him back and he fell onto the bed. Like a pro, she snaked her hand into his pants, through the hole of his boxer shorts, and slid his dick free. Before he could extract his hands from his shirt, she had taken his semi-erect cock into her mouth. She slurped it for several seconds while eyeing him with those piercing green eyes. She put his whole cock into her mouth and worked it back in forth until it grew to full size. Using two hands she pumped up and down in rapid succession and ran her tongue up the shaft. She opened her mouth wide and tried to get a third of it down her throat before gagging.
"This is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen," she said, mesmerized by it.
Dylan laid back, hands still stuck halfway into his shirt, as this gorgeous eighteen year old pumped her hands up and down his shaft and flicked her tongue over his mushroom tip. She reached down and cupped his balls, massaging them. They stiffened up and he felt the tingling sensation of an impending explosion. He sat up and hurriedly took his shirt the rest of the way off. Tracy looked up at him and all he wanted to do is engulf her young tight pussy right then. He stared at her breasts that begged to be released out of her tight fitting bikini.
"I want it in me," she demanded and stood up. Her towel dropped to the ground and revealed her slim waist, pierced naval, and matching bikini bottom.
She climbed up onto the bed and straddled him, mashing her cleavage into his face. Dylan gripped her ass and spread her cheeks as he kissed her neck. She flipped her hair to the side to give him room to work and hugged his neck. He bit her earlobe and she moaned while gyrating on his exposed cock. He then guided her chin so that their lips matched up and he kissed her. Deep and passionate at first but she began darting her tongue around his and he had to remind himself that she was new to this. He cupped the bottom sides of her breasts with both his hands and gently squeezed them. She moaned and leaned back which gave him space to take each breast out of the bikini. The nipples jutted out and he rolled them delicately with his fingers. Her gyrating increased and a bit of his pre-cum and her own juices lubricated each other.
He sucked on one nipple, gently bit down, and stretched it. He did the same to the other. Her hands came down to hold his cock and pumped it a bit too hard for his liking so he flipped her onto the bed and he was now between her legs. She still held onto his cock and he again attacked her perfect breasts, massaging and sucking them. She squirmed underneath him and he used his knees to spread her legs. With one hand, she slid her bikini bottoms to the side and with the other placed his cock at her entrance. Just as he was about to engulf her, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Shit," he said. He stood up and put on his pants. "Get in the bathroom."
Tracy reluctantly rolled off the bed and scurried into the bathroom. There was a knock on the door and Dylan opened it. Cindy stood there in an simple spaghetti strapped red dress that stopped at mid-thigh. It clung to her and his eyes gravitated to her ample cleavage. She in return eyed his naked chest, before meeting his eyes.
"Dinner's ready," she said. "Just come on down whenever."
"Thank you," he replied. "I was just getting ready."
He watched her turn to go and stared at her ass all the way down the stairs. He shut the door and put his shirt on. Tracy came out of the bathroom and all he could think about was how young she was compared to the woman that just walked downstairs. He handed back her bikini top.
"I need to go down to eat," he said and began putting on his socks and shoes.
She tied her bikini top back on and adjusted her top. She then walked up to him, squeezed his still hard cock through his pants and planted a kiss on his lips.
"Enjoy your dinner," she said and grinned.
She then slipped out the door and down the stairs. He finished getting dressed and grabbed the bottle of wine that he had bought at the grocery store. As he closed the door and walked down the stairs, he saw Tracy get into her car and drive off. He shook his head as he opened the gate, entered the pool area, and tapped on the sliding glass door before opening it.
"Hello," he said as he stepped inside.
"In the kitchen," Cindy said and he followed the voice into the spacious kitchen. "Hey there."
"Hi," he said and put the wine on the island in the center of the kitchen next to a bowl of salad.
"Oh thank you," she said and reached up into the cabinet to pull down a stack of plates. Her dress rode up her thighs and ended a few inches from her bubble butt. "I love wine."
"No problem," he said and leaned against the island. "Do you need any help?"
"No," she said and grabbed a handful of forks from a drawer. "Go ahead and have a seat."
A round table with a white table cloth draped over it sat at the far end of the kitchen. She started setting the plates and leaned over to place a couple on the other side of the table. Her dress once again slid up even further and stopped right at her ass. Calm down, he told himself. He sat on the far end of the table, his back to the wall and scooted his chair in so that his erection hid under the tablecloth. Laughter came from another room and Samantha and Ashley bounded in. They had their hair and make-up done and also wore tight dresses. They all looked like they were heading out for the evening.
