This is a continuation of the first chapter, obviously, and I highly recommend starting with that one. However, I try to make my stories so that you can pick up at any chapter and still be able to follow it. I hope you enjoy, and please vote.
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Hmm, does buying two bottles of rum make it seem like I'm hoping for an entire party instead of a chill day by the pool with some frozen drinks? Oh, there it is! Perfect! A handle of rum with a Sale sticker on it. Now just two large bottles of Pina Colada and Strawberry Daiquiri mixes and a bag of ice, and I'm all set.
As I place the supplies into the back of my car, the mid-day light shimmers on the glass of the handle of rum, and I instantly flashback to earlier in the afternoon. I never would have imagined the sights I would see by heading over to Mary's earlier in the day than I had told her I would. Peaking through that hole in the fence, I never thought I'd see one of the most innocent and reserved women I know, sunning topless. As I stared at the bottle of rum, the liquid inside reminded me of Mary's juices dripping from her fingers as she had lifted them to her lips after having pleasured herself by the side of the pool. Sucking the juices from her fingers--- I have to snap back to reality before someone sees a random guy in a parking lot staring into his trunk with an erection tenting his swim suit.
I get to Mary's and head to the side gate, as I had earlier today. I smile as I see a white streaked stain on the fence. I could almost feel a little extra testosterone flowing through my body at this primal male pride.
I glance through the same hole in the fence, but sadly, there was no bikini top resting on the lounge chair this time. I reached over the fence and released the latch and headed towards the pool. Mary was no where in sight.
"Took ya long enough!" I heard her sweet voice say from behind me. I spun around to see her bouncing out of the kitchen out onto the porch. I tried not to show my confusion as I saw that she wasn't wearing the yellow bikini anymore, but instead a hot pink one that seemed a slight bit too small. Before I could get a complete eye-full though, she had a chip with some tip in my face, "Try this!" as she fed it to me. My lips caught a little bit of her soft delicate finger as she placed the chip into my mouth. "Good?" she asked.
"Mmmm, very good!"
"I just made it," she said as she wiped a little of the dip from the edge of my mouth with her finger, and brought it to her own mouth and sucked it off. My dick immediately jumped at this, now familiar, sight. "Oh," she said gesturing towards my waist, "put that in here," as she turned her ass towards me. My heart stopped. It took me a second of watching her curvy ass bouncing into the kitchen to realize that she had been referring to the box from the liquor store I was holding in my arms.
As I placed the box onto the counter she continued, "I wasn't sure if I made the dip too salty; I like things that are salty." It was always difficult to judge if Mary was purposely making a dirty double entendre, or was just so innocent that it passed her by. "But hey, I figure it means we just enjoy some more drinks—Holy crap!" Her eye caught the handle of rum as I took it out of the box. "And I guess that's a good thing since you bought enough liquor for an entire party!"
"As a woman, I thought, you would appreciate me saving money by buying what is on sale," I joked, as I thought for a moment of pointing to the Sale sticker, but realized not to over-sell the more innocent reason. "Besides, as if it hurts to have extra rum around."
"As a woman," she said with an exaggerated tone, "should I also be baking a pie right now?"
"Well, you ARE already standing barefoot in the kitchen," I joked back.
"Har har. Well I'm as thirsty as a dog, so we might as well get mixing. I'll grab the blender if you can grab the cups to your right." I watched as she bent over to get the blender from a lower cabinet. The hot pink material slid down as she bent over, showing the top of her crack, but the more marvelous view was between her legs. The thin material stretched and contoured to every little detail of her body. My eyes traced along from her tanned thigh, across some much paler skin that was peaking out from the suit. Hot pink was a suiting color for her little box that lay underneath. My eyes continued to trace inward, the skin delicately rounding to a curve as it then dipped into her glorious slit, only to quickly raise up and curve slowly back down towards the other thigh. My dick was throbbing, and I quickly realized that she was about to turn around and see me staring at her with a rock hard tent. I quickly reached down and repositioned myself, then, grabbing the cups, I leaned into the counter to try to hide my erection.
Clearing my throat, I asked, "So what have you been up to all day?"
"Oh, just relaxing by the pool, soaking up the rays." She stood back up, flipping her flowing brown hair to gently fall back behind her shoulders.
"Well it shows that you haven't been swimming at all, you are bone dry."
"That's why I need a drink, I'm all dried up!" saying it with a smile and handing me the blender. "Make me a drink, will ya!"
"Yes Ma'am, any other orders as well?" I jokingly responded.
She turned her back to the counter, placed her hands on it, and hopped up onto it as she replied, "As if you don't like being ordered around by a woman." Her breasts did a magnificent dance as she landed, stretching and bouncing for just a few moments before their perky nature won over and they returned to their wonderful shape. The shape was clearly visible because the top actually didn't cover her entire breasts and most of the curves were outside of the two little pink triangles. She reached up and readjusted the fabric, since it had shifted from jumping up onto the counter. I kept my head facing the blender, but my eyes were locked onto those glorious tiny globes.
"What is that?" she said, lifting up my left t-shirt sleeve. "Damn boy, I'm going to start calling you Casper!"
"I know, I could win the award for Best Farmer's Tan. But it hasn't been too terribly warm this summer until this week. It is suddenly like a broken thermostat with the heat, all or nothing, and now we're baking!"
"There has been plenty of SUN." She was startled when I started the blender, but after a short moment, I thought I saw a small smirk appear on her lips.
She continued when I turned off the blender, "The problem you have is always wearing a T-shirt outside." As she said this, her hands slipped under my shirt, just her thumbs staying outside as her hands moved upwards, gathering the fabric along the way. Her hands grazed my skin with the delicate touch that lies between a stroke and a tickle. When she got the shirt to the top of my chest I lifted my arms above my head and she slid the shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it onto a kitchen chair.
"You're just trying to get me naked," I joked as I poured the Pina Colada into her glass.
"I'm trying to make sure people don't confuse you with a certain little friendly ghost. Plus, I need to even up the score; I'm half naked, so you might as well be."
"That is not exactly what I would call half naked. Not that I'm complaining!"
She traced her index finger down my chest, with a sultry change of her voice she asked, "Do you expect me to just hang out completely naked?" Her index finger stopped at the top of my bathing suit, she gave a mischievous smile, and then quickly hooked her index finger into my suit, pulling it away from my body. Just then she dropped an ice cube that had been hidden in her hand into my suit, letting the fabric snap back hard against my skin.
"GAH!" I bent over from the sudden cold against my member, she laughed out loud as she grabbed her Pina Colada, did a little spin to show her playful smile and then headed outside with a proud bounce in her step. "You know I'll get you back!" I called out.
"Oh stop your bitching, bring out the rest of the mix and get some freakin' sun!"
After fishing out the ice cube, a little grateful since it helped to bring down my erection, I grabbed up the pitcher and my cup and headed outside. Mary was already oiling herself up, her legs already glistening. When I came outside, she looked up and pouted her lips as she mocked, "Oh I'm so sowwy; I done hurt Mister Winky. You're always telling me I should use my looks to my advantage."
"First of all, if you are going to name my penis, it has to be something a little better than 'Mister Winky'. And secondly, you're not supposed to use your looks to trick me."
"How am I supposed to learn what works and what doesn't? You don't want to be my guinea pig?"
"Not if that's the result." I had to admit, she did a good job of distracting me with that dirty little trick.
"Okay, I'll play nice. Or maybe just use you as my slave: I need a refill. Pour!"
I topped off her cup as I sat down in the lounge chair next to hers. As I laid back and put my legs up she threw her bottle of tanning oil at me, "Here! Oil up that white sheet you call a chest."
"You can't do it for me to make up for that little ice incident?" I asked, hoping she would.
"Oh, look at that," picking up her cup, "there's a drink in my hand now. Sorry, guess you have to do it yourself." She smiled as she drank.
We continued drinking and talking by the pool for quite a while. Much of the time I kept stealing looks at her beautiful body laying in the lounge chair next to mine. Her thighs were well toned from her regular visits to the gym, but well proportioned to her womanly hips. Her hips looked slightly wider today, but that was just the illusion of the small bikini bottoms to she had on. I swear, there couldn't have been more than a quarter of an inch from the top edge to the beginning of her neatly trimmed bush, which was rather discernable now with how thin the fabric was. Only earlier in that day, while peaking through the fence, did I discover her little hidden secret hidden beneath that thin fabric: she was secretly a blonde. If only I could get a close up view of that golden treasure.
Above her little hidden secret was her taut and toned stomach that any hot young female celebrity would be jealous of. This is where the effort of her repeated workouts really shined. She wasn't to the point of having a six pack, but you could just make out the outer edges of her stomach muscles, and it was perfectly flat from her bellybutton down to underneath her bikini. Speaking of things that are flat, it was often how she referred to her chest. This was far from the truth. She was somewhere between an A and a B cup, but more importantly, perfectly shaped and pert. Even now, as she lay almost completely horizontal, her breasts only flatten out and spread to her sides in the smallest degree. They were topped by the two small pink triangles of her bikini. The thin fabric jutted upwards slightly at her nipples. Her nipples were probably not erect, but the fabric still gave way to them.
