Work in the past week had dried up for Dylan and he desperately needed some cash flow. Luckily he had enough saved up from a couple of photo shoots and a corporate engagement from the prior week that he had the guest house paid for until the end of the month. He walked up the stairs to his apartment above the garage and fumbled with the keys while holding two bags of groceries that he hoped would last him for three weeks. Once inside, he put the bags down on the kitchen counter and began unpacking. Looking outside the small window over the sink, he noticed Samantha and a few friends lounging by the pool. She wore a tight fitting brown bikini that made her mediocre size breasts look much bigger. Her blonde hair was tied back and she had a pair of sunglasses on. As he put his meager stores away, he noticed that his answering machine's light was blinking and hit the play button.
"Hello, my name is Brenda and I am calling because I was recommended by a mutual friend, Cindy. I am looking for a photographer for my wedding and it is slightly an emergency. If you could call me back at this number..."
He quickly jotted down the number and called back.
"Hi this is Dylan," he said, as a woman picked up. "Is this Brenda? Good. You called about a photographer? In a week? That's awfully short notice. Wow that is generous. I can't pass that up. Okay, please hold on." He grabbed a pen and paper. "Okay go ahead."
He jotted down the information and said his goodbyes. His luck might finally be turning around. A massive destination wedding at a ski lodge and they would pay for his room and board plus expenses. He could never imagine having that type of money that he could just throw it around like that. Like clockwork a knock came to his door and Samantha didn't bother waiting for a reply before entering. She still hobbled a little on her sprained foot, but she had ditched the crutches days after arriving back from their camping trip.
"Hello Samantha," he said.
"We were wondering if you would come down for a swim?" she asked. He had to admit that this eighteen year old blonde had a tight body and knew how to flaunt it. She had put on some denim shorts that revealed the bottoms of her ass cheeks and had on her brown bikini top that enticed him.
"I don't know," he asked but the more he stared at those blue eyes and her bright red lips, his other anatomy began taking over from him.
"Please," she said and puffed out her bottom lip. She stepped right up to him and grabbed his shirt, drawing him to her. "Pretty please."
They kissed. One of those passionate kisses where sex was all but implied. He pushed her away before he threw her on the bed.
"Give me a few minutes," he said and wiped the waxy lipstick from his lips.
She let go of him, twirled around, and swayed her hips voluptuously as she headed towards the door. Before she left, she turned around and caught him checking out her ass. Giving him a sly grin, she blew him a kiss and closed the door. Looking out the kitchen window, he saw her limping towards the swimming pool and towards her girlfriends. They all briefly glanced up at the window and he walked towards the bathroom where his swim trunks rested on the bathroom counter. He gave them a quick smell test before putting them on and then grabbed one of the towels on the floor.
When he opened the gate to get to the pool, Samantha and her friends were lounging in beach chairs. He threw his towel on one of the unoccupied chairs and began to peel his shirt off. He could feel these eighteen year old girls eyeing him and he had to admit that he enjoyed it. He then walked over to the shallow end and slowly stepped into the pool until his trunks were submerged. He meandered over to the side of the pool where the girls were at and leaned against the wall. Sarah had her beach chair almost all the way back and here massive breasts were barely contained in the yellow and orange bikini. She eyed him through her sunglasses.
Samantha moved over to the stairs in the shallow end and began to slip into the water. He stood there, leaning against the side of the pool as Sarah bit her bottom lip and eyed him hungrily. Luckily the cool water kept his erection down, because all he could think of was her beautiful body that he had seen in all its glory weeks ago. A splash ripped him from his revelry and he turned to see Samantha emerge from the water. Her body glistened as the water cascaded down her hair and over her breasts. Her nipples poked through the thin material. She balled her hair up and rang it out. She then grabbed one of the rafts and climbed on. Her bikini bottoms hugged her tight ass. He turned back to Sarah who gave him a wide grin like he had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar.
The raft that Samantha had climbed on bumped into his back and he turned to see her dip her good foot into the water before a splash caught him in the face. She laughed and tried to paddle away, but he caught the end of the raft and flipped it over. She tumbled into the water in a satisfying shriek. He saw her swimming under the water towards him and he tried to run backwards but she was faster. She caught his swim trunks from the waistband and pulled down hard. He gripped the front of the shorts to keep them from falling too far down, but they slipped down to his thighs. She surfaced and put one foot onto the back of his shorts and used it to push herself onto his back. She clutched his neck and he instinctively reach up to her. That drove his shorts all the way down. She flipped over him. He caught her in his arms and tossed her forward but in the process, his shorts were now floating away from him. When he turned to search for them, he saw Tara grinning from the edge of the pool and dangling the pair of shorts in front of her.
"Damn it," he said. "Come on guys."
Just then the pool gate swung open and Cindy stepped in. She looked absolutely stunning as she always did. Her blonde hair was tied back to reveal the nape of her neck. Her bright red lipstick made him wonder what it tasted like. But it was her body that drew his attention. Her breasts strained against the white tee-shirt she wore and the fabric of her mini-skirt hugged her bubble butt.
"Hey guys," she said as she slid the glass door to the house open. "Oh, Dylan, did Brenda ever get in touch with you. She called in a panic and I gave her your number."
"She did and thanks for that."
"No problem. I hope you can make it. Should I tell her that you are on board?" she asked before stepping inside.
"Sure, but I still need to hammer out some details," he said and grabbed the raft that had drifted by to cover his lower body.
Samantha swam over and climbed onto the raft from the opposite side. He had to let go as she paddled away. So he made his way to the edge of the pool.
"Okay," Cindy said. "I'll give her the good news and let her know that you would get in touch with her."
