I had just finished moving into my new condominium and was very hot and sweaty. The air conditioner had not yet been able to overcome the door standing open for two hours as I moved boxes and things. Even a quick, cool shower failed to compensate for the oppressive heat of the Southwest summer.
"Well," I thought to myself, "Good time to check out the pool." I slipped on my trunks and grabbed a towel. I hoped my condo would cool down before I returned; I had no idea just how hot it was about to get.
There was no one at the pool, which suited me just fine, so I dove into the cool water, which felt so good I swam around underwater for as long as I could. Suddenly, I heard a splash and a slim figure shot past right in front of me. I had a quick glimpse of a pair of long, slender legs attached to a very nicely rounded ass. I was so startled that I quickly clamored up into the bright sun, sputtering and gasping for breath. About twenty feet in front of me was a laughing redhead, who splashed water at me and dove underwater again. She swam strongly and I could see her long auburn hair streaming across her back as she passed around my legs. I watched, fascinated, as if I was being circled by a shark, and this time she surfaced directly in front of me. She flipped her long hair back from her beautiful pale face and smiled at me.
I felt a distinct twitch from within my swim trunks and stammered, "Uh, Hi. My names Adrian, uh, I just moved into uh, 121." I stuttered like a teenager on his first date, but she was so striking in her thong bikini. It was that very sexy kind that was held together by knotted string, and I absently wondered how easy they might come untied. She had the smooth, alabaster skin typical of most redheads, along with a light sprinkling of freckles on her cheeks, and a slim hourglass figure with pear-shaped breasts.
She couldn't help but notice how I devoured her with my eyes and cocked her head to one side and said, "Hi, Adrian, I'm Kammi. Would you mind helping me with something?" She beckoned me to follow her and headed for the ladder and out of the pool. I followed and she stretched out on a poolside chaise and asked me if I would mind putting the sunscreen on her. "We redheads need LOTS of protection, you know." She added coyly, looking back at me over her shoulder.
Would I mind? With the chance of being able to run my hands all over her body, I jumped at the chance. I grabbed the tube and squirted a generous amount into my hand and began to smooth it along her back. As I approached her shoulders, she reached back and deftly yanked at the knot of her top, releasing the strings. I felt a bigger twitch from within my swim trunks. Her bikini bottom covered nothing of her small derrière and as my fingers passed across the smooth mounds, I longed to tug at the knot on either side and let the panels loose. As I ran my hands down her legs, I mumbled about how my A/C was having a hard time cooling my place down and how miserable it was, and how the cable wasn't hooked up yet, and basically pouring out my woes to her. She turned over, looked at me intently with sparkling green eyes, held her top against her chest and gestured for me to continue to apply the sunscreen.
This time, I felt a series of twitches from within my swim trunks. "You poor thing!" she laughed, "You must spend the afternoon with us, then, Adrian, our air conditioning is doing just fine." She paused and then exclaimed "I know," and snapped her fingers, "come have lunch with us."
"Us?" I asked.