Bored out of my mind, I mindlessly flip through the channels on the TV, hoping to find something good. I've already checked Netflix and was disappointed with the results, and this looks like it'll have the same outcome as well.
I knew coming back home would be boring. Especially after my first year of college, with the constant partying and hookups.
For the next three months, however, my life is gonna be nothing but taking night drives and hoping something interesting happens in this small town so I don't blow my brains out.
To be honest, the only thing interesting that has happened in the past two weeks that I've been home would be getting to see my mom's friend, Ash.
Well, she's actually Ashley, but with how close we are I've always just called her Ash.
I'm not gonna mince words here, she's hot as hell. Ever since I was interested in women, she was the subject of my fantasies.
She's pretty tall, actually, but still shorter than me, something I've always teased her about. She's about 5'10", I'd say. She has nice, round breasts, that I think I've heard her call a C cup before. Honestly, she could tell me any letter and I'd believe it. I'm a simple man who likes boobs.
Then there's her body, she has more of a pear shaped physique with an amazing ass. Like, 'it even fills out sweatpants nicely' amazing. She's also got a nice set of hips that must be great for bearing kids. And holding while fucking her. She's got shortish blonde hair, going down to her shoulders and a pair of cute blue eyes. She looks really good for her age, and the bit of weight she has on her that she bemoans all the time only makes her sexier in my eyes. Cushion for the pushin, as they say.
Her husband, Mr. Martin, I'm a little less familiar with. We don't dislike each other at all, it's just that all our interactions are always a little short and awkward. It's like we've never known how to talk to each other.
Ash, on the other hand? We get along great. It's like I could talk to her about anything. Girls, school problems, life, crass jokes, you name it. This, of course, has led to our conversations getting pretty... flirty over the last couple years. Not that I'm complaining, though. We both seem to like it.
They've spent the night a few times in the last two weeks, so I had ample opportunities to watch Ash's fat ass in sweatpants or yoga pants walking on by.
Sometimes I swore she would find excuses to walk by me multiple times, too.
I glance outside, and the sun is already setting.
Looks like it's even later than I realized, meaning another day has been wasted to boredom and bad TV shows.
I sigh, about to get up to either work out or play some video games upstairs, when I hear a knocking on the window.
I look over, and it's Ash, waving at me.
Happy to see her, and have something fun to do, I smile back and head outside to greet her.
And what a good choice it was.
All she has on is an oversized shirt, probably Mr. Martin's, and what I'm assuming to be a full bikini set underneath. I can faintly see the outline of a skimpy, black bikini underneath the thin material of the shirt, but I can tell that she looks damn good.
"Oh, wow." I blurt out, not even realizing it.
Ash just giggles at my response.
"Well, I'm glad someone likes it at least." she jokes.
"Sorry, just a little surprised. It's a bit late to go swimming, don't you think?" I ask her.
She smiles brightly, pulling out a shopping bag full of alcohol from behind her.
"Well, I wasn't planning on using y'all's pool. I was thinking the hot tub." she says.
The mere thought of this makes my cock grow a little in my pants.
"Oh yeah?" I ask, unable to come up with a better response.
"Yeah, I originally had your mom in mind, but she hasn't responded to my texts or calls. So, I guess you'll do." she teases.
I smirk, thanking the universe for making me so lucky.
"I'll do? Ash, you know I'm a busy man." I joke.
"Please." she says, rolling her eyes. "Just go and get changed, it'll take a bit to set up the hot tub." she says, turning away and making her way to the jacuzzi like she had been invited.
I have to say, her confidence makes her even sexier to me.
Not wanting to waste another second, I head upstairs quickly, but on my way to the stairs, I pass by my parents room and see something that truly cements the fact that I've been blessed.
Both my parents passed out in bed, with a couple empty bottles of wine on their nightstands.
Yup, they've been day-drinking.
And they're out cold.
Which means no one to interrupt us while we're talking.
I make my way to my room even faster, changing into one of my more, as I put it, 'sluttier' pair of swim trunks. The legs aren't as long, and it's tighter than my others, giving a good idea of what I'm working with.
I check myself out in the mirror as if I'm suddenly going to be less cut than all the other times in the usual.
Fortunately, I've built up a good habit of working out and exercising consistently, meaning that I have a well developed and toned body, sure to get some compliments out of Ash.
Then, there's the fact that I have a rather prominent bulge. I'm about four inches soft, getting to a max of seven when I'm hard. I'm pretty happy with it, and it's never gotten anything but compliments from the women I've been with.
So to sum it up, I'm dressing up as much as I can with swim trunks for my mom's best friend.
Luckily, Ash can keep a secret.
I sneak downstairs, making sure to not make any unnecessary noises and risk waking up my parents, quietly shutting the door to the backyard behind me.
I try to walk along the path to the jacuzzi, as hard as it is to resist the urge to run so I can see Ash in her bikini as soon as possible. I manage to fight these temptations, walking like a normal human being up to the hot tub.
Unfortunately, Ash was already sitting in it, clearly enjoying herself in the warm, relaxing water.
That is, until she saw me walk out.
Her eyes widen, and her cheeks get even redder.
"Oh, my!" she exclaims. "When the hell did you get so... cut?! You could grate meat on those abs!" she states, laughing from the shock.
Yep, exactly the reaction I wanted.
I keep my cool, smirking confidently.
"Well, I didn't want you to be the only one to be showing so much skin." I say, getting into the hot tub. "Although, I think you've got me beat." I tease, reaching for a beer.
She smiles at this.
"Wow, just gonna act like that AND grab a beer right in front of me? I should tell your mother!" she jokes. "But I won't." she says, taking a swig of her beer.
"Hey - I could always take it off if you think it's too much." I flirt.
She begins to fan herself jokingly.
"Please, it's already hot enough in this tub. Anymore and I think I'd start boiling." she laughs.
