Toby didn't plan on being alone at his parents' cabin this summer, but they sent him up here to watch the place while they vacationed in Europe. They thought it would be good for him to experience life without them as he was about to begin his freshman year of college in August, and when he arrived he found an invitation waiting for him from a high society friend of his mother's to a small suaree that night. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go, but the more he thought about it the more he hoped it would be a place to finally find a girl and could enter college not as a virgin, which was a sore subject in his mind. Toby was not much of a social butterfly, since he was continuously trying to keep up with his classes and was not very popular overall in high school, so there weren't many girls who would give him the time of day. The few dates that he actually went on didn't get much past first base, since the girl always asked him to take her home just as they started getting hot and heavy. He figured he wasn't attractive enough, even though at 18 years old he was over six feet tall, he worked out every day, and even had a cock that he measured at 8 Β½ inches, though he wished for more.
But here he was at his parents cabin, having unpacked and hung up his tuxcedo for the party that night, not really wanting to go but having no choice, since he had called his parents and she told him not to bail because Mrs. Finch was a friend of hers. But he had a few hours to kill before getting ready, so he sat out on his parents' bedroom balcony with his sketchpad and indulged in his passion for drawing, and was focused on the beautiful scenery until he heard music coming from the Robinson's next door, which meant it had finally sold and looked over expecting to see an older person due to the music being Big Band, which he enjoyed as well. Instead he saw a beautiful woman emerge nude holding a towel and a bottle of oil, which grabbed his attention and hardened his cock immediately, forgetting all about his scenic artwork and paid attention to a new work of art.
She seemed to be in her late twenties or early thirties, gorgeous with coal black hair that hung to the middle of her back, firm breasts that were deliciously round with dark nipples, and a slight bush in a landing strip between her legs that told him "the curtain matched the drapes," a tight stomach and ass that was to die for, and an all over tan with no tan lines, which told Toby that she wasn't much for swimsuits or swimming in public. He watched as she proceeded to oil every inch of her body, then stretch in various positions and ways, which forced him to pull his erect cock out of his jeans and jack off as she then dove in. He watched as she gracefully cut through the water like the nereids of Greek mythology he had studied, using every muscle she had, and when she worked on her back stroke, he saw her beautiful breasts jiggle and pussy gape open and close.
When she emerged from the pool, he watched her lay down on a deck chair and seemed to be looking in his direction, but with her sunglasses on, he wasn't sure if she could tell he was there. But just in case he decided to retreat inside and watch from around the corner, but before he could, he watched as she brought her hands slowly to her breasts and begin toying with her nipples and spread her legs wide, with one hand slowly moving downwards and rubbing a finger over her slit, which brought out her clit she began rubbing with her thumb while a finger, then two, slipped inside. These he watched being thrust in and out of her as she licked her lips and moaned in pleasure while the other hands was twisting, pinching, and pulling her nipples alternately for what seemed to Toby as an eternity. While his eyes were glued on the first overtly sexual act he had seen in all his eighteen years, his hands had fished his hard cock from his shorts and was stroking himself in time with the dark haired goddess until his cock finally exploded as he watched her thrust her hips up and scream in orgasm, then bring her fingers to her lips and lick them clean. He sank into his chair and looked over to find her looking at him with her glasses pulled down and blew him a kiss before getting up and walking into her house, while he felt embarrassed about invading her privacy. He looked at his watch and saw that he was running late and ran inside to jump in the shower and got dressed, looking over at her pool and house and not seeing anything and so left for the party.
However, the party was a typical blue blood yawn fest that he had always attended. He greeted Mrs. Finch cordially, and put up with being introduced to snobbish little rich girls who talked very highly of themselves and their families, while chastising him for not paying attention to their egotistical rants. But they were also put off balance by the feel of his continuously hard cock and tried to get him alone, since they thought he was interested in fucking them, but in reality he was getting through the boring evening by continuously replaying the images of the beautiful woman next door. After three hours of one of the most boring evenings of his life, he finally made his apologies to Mrs. Finch and said he was not feeling well (which wasn't a lie), and made his way home as fast as he could.
Once there, he jumped into a cold shower, and when he emerged, he looked next door and didn't see any activity, and so finally trying to get some sleep and hope that he would see her again tomorrow. But that night he kept seeing the mystery woman's nude body splayed out for him in his dreams which he ravaged continuously, and when he finally couldn't sleep went downstairs and pulled out his sketchpad and continued drawing every curve of her body as if she were in front of him. The next morning he was woken by a knocking on the door and when he opened it found his raven haired goddess standing before him in a white cotton sundress, white heels, and her face framed by dark hair and rose colored sunglasses, all of which left him breathless and rock hard until he suddenly realized she was looking at him funny because she had been talking and he didn't hear her.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" he said to her.
"Are you okay? You seemed to be in another world."
"Fine, just fine. Your knocking woke me up. My name is Toby." he said as he extended his hand.
She seemed to be satisfied by his excuse and took his hand, which he felt to be the softest hand he had ever held. "My name is Maia. I was taking my morning walk and figured I would come over and introduce myself. Are you moved in permanently?"
"Actually, this is my parent's cabin. I'm watching it for them until they return from Europe next month."