I was cleaning up around the apartment when my best friend Victoria called me at about noon on her cell phone. "I'm taking Andrew to a convention out of town. I'll be gone for the weekend. DO you mind going over and making Ron's dinners while I'm gone? You know how he hates to cook."
"Sure, no problem!" I answered. We talked a little more about the convention and then hung up. I took a quick shower and strolled out, still soaking wet, stopping to admire myself in the full length mirror.
I am all of 22 (20 years younger than Victoria) and I had the body for it. I stand at about 5'6, with blonde hair, a nice heart shaped ass and round full 34-D breasts. It was summer, and I had been working on my full body tan, much to the pleasure of my fat neighbor.
I slipped on my favorite bikini, a white number that was really too small for me. The top barely did a job covering my nipples, leaving the rest of my titties exposed, and the bottom barely contained by cunt lips while the thong rode completely up my ass crack. I put on a pair of white stilettos and walked confidently out of my apartment, swinging my keys.
"I could do with a good dick sucking!" my fat neighbor, Harry, called out from his door. He stood with no shirt on, his fatness bubbling over his shorts. One hand clutched a beer can while the other was making busy with the beast within his pants. He eyed me like the dirty old man that he was.
"When I come back, Harry." I said before sliding into my car and roaring off.
Victoria and her husband Ron lives out in the country, deep in the woods, where the closest neighbor is miles away.
Ron was nowhere in sight when I drove up. I let myself into their house (since no one ever locks their doors) and started in on making Ron some chicken soup.
A half hour later I heard Ron coming up, slamming the door shut and breathing heavily. Ron came into the kitchen, and whistled at my sight. "Victoria's not here, Candy." Ron said, his eyes relaxing on my tits.
"I know. She sent me here to make your dinner." I said matter of factly.
Ron approached me. He leaned forward, carelessly putting one hand on my bare waist as I stirred the pot. He pretended to be interested in the food.
"Mmmm, smells good.." he said nonchalantly. Ron was a tall man, and fat. He was in his fifties, and he smelled like sweat. His teeth were messed up, and he looked like the redneck that he was. Even so, standing so close,with his dirty hand on my waist, I could practically feel his dick pulsing on my ass. It was making me wet.
I turned off the burner, and arched my back, leaning my head into his shoulder. I stretched, feigning fatigue. "Oh, standing here by this stove is making me so hot." I whispered, twirling his dirty hair with my finger.
"Well, it is a hot day," Ron was breathing heavily. He had both his hands on my body now. One went up to my tits where he pushed the feeble fabric aside and began to knead my titty. His other hand slid it's way down my waist and into my waiting cunt.
