It was the first of November, and already the winter was turning out to be a particularly unusual one. It had come suddenly in mid-October in the form of a blizzard, which promptly melted away. Then it snowed again but melted again in time for Halloween. And now it was so nice and beautiful out, if Abby hadn't known better, she would've sworn it was May. Maybe the scientists were on to something with this whole global warming thing.
She took particular notice of the warm weather today because it reminded her of a hot day earlier in the summer, when she had met a guy named Gavin. That day had been sweltering, not just warm, but she found it quite a coincidence that it was high temperatures again—nearly 80 degrees--as she drove into the city to reconnect with Gavin for the first time since they'd met.
Abby had hired Gavin to help her pack her things into a moving truck when she was forced to move back in with her parents. Somehow they ended up fucking on the floor right there in her empty apartment. Abby had never forgotten how great it was, and very much intended to have seen Gavin again long before now, but she'd lost his cell phone number, and living with her nosey parents didn't help. Since that summer afternoon, Abby had only had sex twice, neither occasion very thrilling.
But then she took the initiative. She called the moving company that had sent Gavin, and talked to someone named Rene who, though wouldn't give his phone number, did reveal his last name. He was in the book, and while the listed number was out of service--it was an old phone book—the address, hopefully, was correct. Because that's where she was heading.
It seemed so stupid and juvenile and creepy to just show up like this, Abby knew. But she wasn't looking for him to ask him out and start some serious relationship. She just needed stimulation. She needed to cum. And what guy wouldn't like that kind of drop-in?
She arrived at the surprisingly nice one-story home at a little past 3, hoping but not expecting that he would be in. There were two cars in the driveway, which was both a good and bad sign. Obviously someone was home, but who, and how many? She recognized Gavin's vehicle, but the other could have belonged to a parent, a friend, or, sadly, a girlfriend. She decided to risk embarrassment and find out.
An attractive blonde, young but older than her, answered the door. Shit. Either it was a girlfriend or Gavin's—
"I'm his sister," the blonde said, expertly reading Abby's expression. She laughed. "You are looking for Gavin, right?"
"Um..yeah. How did you know?"
"You're either here for him or me, and we haven't met. I'm Alana."
"Abby." They shook hands.
"Is he expecting you?"
"No. I'm just dropping in..."
"Okay. Because he literally just stepped into the shower. And he takes long showers. I can go knock on the door, tell him to hurry up..."
Abby shook her head. Meeting Gavin's sister had increased her anxiety level. She realized how insane this was, just dropping in on a one-afternoon-stand after nearly half a year of no contact. No, she'd rather let Gavin take his time. It'd give her time to work up the courage to face him and think of what to say.
"That's okay. I'd rather you just let him be. I'm fine waiting. It's such a nice day."
Alana shrugged. "Okay. I have to get going, but I can leave him a note under the bathroom door."
"That would be great."
Alana did as promised, then left in her car. Abby waited near the door for a moment, then decided to walk around. She ventured into the backyard, across a deck spanning the entire rear of the house. The warm sun hit her, enveloping her like a blanket over a body that chilled with nervousness. It wasn't like her to be so nervous, but she'd been waiting and hoping for this for so long.
Abby was a very cute, adorable even, 20 year old with dark hair in a pixie cut, bright, blue eyes, and an almost too hot to touch body. She was petite and tight all over, from her amazing little ass to her proud and perky B-cups. She knew how she looked, and she could have had her pick of men, but things had been so hectic lately. Besides, the men in her new neighborhood were all either stuffed shirts or complete creeps. She hadn't really met anyone since Gavin that she felt comfortable with. The two fucks she'd had since him was an ex on her birthday—that was a mistake—and a bar pick-up a couple months later who turned out to be too drunk to do much at all. Since going out and finding good dick was turning out to be such a hassle, Abby turned to seeking out Gavin, hoping he would still be more of a sure thing.
She walked to the far edge of the deck, looking over the neatly kept yard with all its flowering bushes and expert landscaping. The yard was enclosed by a chain-link fence, painted dark green and somewhat concealed by hordes of small vines clinging to it. But what really caught Abby's eye was something she spotted on the other side of that fence, in the yard of Gavin's neighbor.
This house also had a deck, though smaller, and the back door led right out onto it. And next to the door, stretched out on a reclining beach chair and bathed in the sunlight, was a strikingly beautiful young woman. Abby was not gay or bi or even the slightest bit interested, but she couldn't help but notice how perfect this girl's body was. She had a solid, toned figure with firm breasts easy to make out even at more than half of a backyard's distance. Everything about her was smooth, and her skin was a slightly pale shade of white that somehow made her look more nude than if she'd been tanner.
The girl wasn't nude, though. She wore a skimpy orange bikini that perfectly matched her long, curly, fiery red hair. Obviously this girl was taking advantage of the unseasonably warm afternoon.
When Abby realized she'd been staring, she looked around to make sure no one had noticed. Fortunately, there were so many trees and other large growth around that the backyards all had a good amount of privacy. In fact, with the bushes and privacy fence in the neighbor's yard, the only way someone could have spotted the young sunbather was if they were standing right there on Gavin's deck.
Abby was about to turn back to wait by the back door for Gavin again when a movement caught her eye. Abby looked and couldn't believe it when she saw the sunbather lift her arm and place her hand between her legs. She didn't just place her hand between her legs, though, but under her bikini bottoms! Before she could even register what was actually happening, the sunbather was obviously and quite frantically playing with herself.
Abby froze, watching through her wide, blue eyes as the scene continued. The sunbather's hand was moving back and forth and up down over her mound, obviously playing with her clit. The girl's body squirmed, her back arching, her chest raising, and her legs spreading as she rubbed herself faster and harder. Soon the rubbing was replaced by a definite in and out fucking motion. Abby couldn't see the slender fingers actually going into the pussy because of the bikini that covered her there, but there was no question it was happening.
The sunbather hit a nerve, and her body jumped and bucked in the chair. She sat up, grabbed her bottoms and pulled them off, then wriggled them down her legs and kicked the garment away. She dropped back down into the chair, breathing heavily now, and showing in full view her fingers fucking herself deeply and rapidly. The girl ground her hips to her own hand, while her other hand wandered up her flat tummy to her still covered breasts. She plucked her nipples through the material.
