OMG it was hot outside. Not a cloud in the sky. Just another typical Texas Tuesday in July. It's about 98 degrees already and it is only 11AM!
Baby oil, thermos of margaritas, loosely tied bikini, book, towel, sunglasses, and sandals. All set. Heading for the apartment pool. I wonder if my firemen neighbors will there today. They are a lot of fun!
The pool is a bit of a walk. Fortunately our apartment and the pool are both at the very back side of the large complex. Weekdays are pretty quiet so the walk doesn't require a cover-up. The towel tossed over the shoulders is just fine. Yeah, the maintenance and yard guys may peek. And the occasional neighbor. That's okay. As I have explained before, I like to be looked at. I like to make guys get horny and their cocks to get hard. I like to imagine them jerking on their dicks, thinking of me, and shooting their thick white cum all over themselves. And yes, sometimes I help them do that.
My traveling salesman husband knows how horny I am and how I love to tease (and more.) He told me to "have fun and be a bad girl" while he was away this week.
We met in a hotel pool with me in the water and in a bikini. That was his first look at the 5 feet 7 inch 130 pound me. My B-cup tits were barely covered by a loosely tied bikini top, just like today. The loose top allowed a great view of my usually hard pink nipples from many angles depending on how I moved. Andy found all of those angles. (This was before thongs were a thing, but I managed to show plenty of ass cheek too.)
I guess he liked what he saw. He asked me out. A casual dinner at a little seafood place down the highway. His first view of my pussy was when he realized I was not wearing panties under my short denim skirt as he held the door while I climbed into his big pick-up truck. A raised eyebrow, but not a word. Later he told me he saw, but wasn't sure what to say.
His next view of me was a bit later that evening. And it was of all of me. He saw as I knelt in front of him and did things to his cock that he had never had done before. Andy loved it when I swallowed every drop of his cum. After that we fucked and sucked in just about every position we could get into. So he got some close up peeks at every part of me and I of him.
He would later ask where I learned to do all those things. My answer was "a little reading, some experienced instruction, and lots and lots of practice." He tells me that is when he fell madly in love...
Many other stories for other times, maybe, but suffice to say Andy knows what he has with me. He knows what I do and loves to hear the stories. Sometimes he sees the "stories" live and in person. Other times the stories are told later. Sometimes much later. He has a few stories of his own, but none compared to my adventures, with or without him. We kept it up until we decided to start having kids. And that was to be a few years off and only a three year pause in our play.
Anyway, on to the pool...
Not another soul decided to brave the heat today. I had the place all to myself. No problem. I picked out a lounge chair and spread my towel over it. Kicked off the sandals and grabbed the oil. Started with the shoulders and worked my way down from there. Being all alone I decided my boobs needed oil too. So I ran my hand inside the bikini top and applied ample baby oil, paying attention to be sure each nipple was well oiled and fully at attention. Down the tummy and a plunge down the front of my bikini bottoms left my full, but neatly trimmed bush, well lubricated. I took my time rubbing that oil in as well.
The oil caused the thin bikini fabric, top and bottom, to cling and leave no doubt as to what was being so thinly veiled. Next each leg received a good oiling. From the butt cheeks peeking from the bikini and down to each foot. One foot propped on the side on the lounge chair, then the other, as I bent over, legs slightly apart, and applied the oil to every square inch of bare (and not bare) skin all the way down to my toes.
Now, pour a margarita in my insulated glass, grab the book from the beach bad, get comfy, and get more tan. As I turned to have a seat on the lounger I saw I had had an audience of one. Oh my. I'm not sure how long he has been there, but he probably got quite the show. And it wasn't even on purpose. (How long did I rub the oil onto my pussy?)
It seems one of the grounds keepers had a chore to do at the pool. I have seen him around a few times. We have exchanged pleasantries, but nothing more. At least as far as I knew. He may have treated to a window show or two as he passed by our apartment. I sometimes do not know for sure who or even if anyone is watching as I parade in various stages of undress in front of our windows.
I just smiled and blurted out, "where did you come from?" He said, "I'm just checking the skimmers. It's nice to see you again ma'am. Very nice indeed." "Uh, yeah, sure," I stammered back.
Looking at his sweat soaked t-shirt and the bulge in his jeans I said, "you've been working hard I see. Maybe you should take a dip and cool off."
"Not allowed ma'am," he replied as he worked his way around the pool.
I responded, "Oh go ahead. I'll never tell."
With that I sat back the lounger, sitting up slightly, stretched out my long legs, and set one foot on each side of the chair making my legs part all the way up. As I glanced down I could see a bit of my well-oiled bush sticking out the top of my bikini bottoms. Guess I did that when I removed my hand from down there. Oops...
The worker ended up at the foot of my chair. He removed his sweat soaked t-shirt to show his six-pack abs and big pecs. His black skin glistened with his beading sweat under the hot sun. And yes, my eyes traveled to his crotch. His semi-loose jeans revealed a bulge that went what appeared to be a foot down his leg. (Another day I found out it was only 10 inches with an upward curve, Another story for another day.)
He told me his name is Jamie and to be sure and let him know if there was anything I ever needed. I told him, "I'm Katy and I will keep that in mind."
"Hate to go, but duty calls." As he walked away his big hand rubbed up and down that big bulge a couple of times. "I'll see you around," he said.
My pussy was sooo wet. Even throbbing a bit. I started to head back to the apartment and put the Magic Wand to work. But no, gotta work on the tan. So I gulped down the first margarita. Poured and drank another. Settled back in the chair. I closed my eyes and fell asleep thinking some pretty dirty thoughts.
