"By the Nines..." Michael muttered. Thinking about her is wrong and he knew it, but his subconscious kept throwing her face back up. He is far from different from any other male, and any male would die happy after having claimed that hot as fuck body through thoroughly fucking it. The body belonged to Taylor, his best friend, Scott's, eighteen year old teenage daughter.
Taylor is a competitive swimmer having won a couple medals in the last Summer Olympics. Water could cut a mountain in half, but it left her with a body that made her an instant celebrity after the games. To say that Michael was her biggest fan is an understatement of the year, but he never approached her about it.
Instead on Sundays, the pool out back is where Taylor took an afternoon nap on an inflatable raft. Before that she would spend a few hours working her muscles and making a few water cookies. That day was when Michael would visit his best friend and a couple other friends and watch whatever sport was in season.
At least that is what he pretended to watch. Her beautiful lithe and svelte body held his attention far more than any game. Watching as the water clung to her skin and humorously he contemplated being jealous of it. On more than on one occasion he could have sworn her mother caught him lusting after her teenage daughter during game days on Sunday.
Imagining that tight virgin pussy wrapped around his massive aching woody-womb-pecker has occurred a myriad number of times for Michael. He knew Taylor was virgin because he was there when she ironically tore her hymn while doing water aerobics when she was sixteen. That was when he first began to look at her differently, and that developed into a fascination of her that was taking over his life.
Just to watch Taylor complete her work out routine in the pool inspires an early arrival consistently at the house owned by Michael's best friend, of him. The subsequent occurrence transpire when she is found in the Kitchen in the intermission between a double-header, by him.
Grabbing ice from the freezer, Taylor has her back turned to the entrance of the Kitchen as Michael enters. Slowly inspecting every cubic inch of her flesh is compelled from him, as his eyes roved over her beautiful, tight, and svelte caboose and the rest of her body. Definitively out of the Olympic uniform, an urge to caress her derrière wells up from within him from the sight of her small bikini bottoms framing that butt.
On a lithe svelte frame that Taylor possessed, her perfect bosom seemed gigantic and her bikini top only enhanced the contrast. Her sexy barely covered body is displayed right before Michael and he soaks it up with his riveted eyes as his blood-engorged cock twitches. Abruptly she turns around while having not noticed him yet.
Morals were strained for Michael as he tortures himself by noting how Taylor's cold induced hardened nipples stretched the fabric of her bikini top. The top edge of her supple cunt lips are just barely visible beneath the low concaved 'V' of her alluring bikini bottoms. Now as hard as granite, his eyes was unable to miss the sight as his eyes drifted downwards, drinking in the sight of her such as a man dying of thirst.
For Michael everything about Taylor is alluring, from the shape of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the bone structure of her face, the way that she walked, the way that she laughed, simply everything about her compelled his eyes to always follow and want her. He knew this was why he was alone, and he felt no small amount of shame for lusting after Scott's oldest daughter.
Michael being wanted by Taylor was obvious from his perspective, because despite his eyes recurrently absorbing every detail of her beautiful lithe svelte supple body she chose to avoid feeling uncomfortable around him. Making his cock hard and teasing him must have been a fabulous game for her, he thought.
Always watching one of Taylor's father's best friends, Michael, is known to her. Letting him look seemed like harmless fun for both of them, she figured as she knew early on how men lusted for her body. It was one of the reasons she was currently so wealthy with advertising contracts.
When Taylor finally recognized Michael she spoke very insouciantly, "Well met Michael" With a slight smirk she arched her eyebrow at him as he finished drinking in the subtle recent changes to her lithe mortal coil.
Absentmindedly Michael replies, "I take it that you are headed outback again?"
With a wink Taylor giggles, "My body is a temple after all. Keeping competitive takes time." Knowing full well where Michael's eyes were glued too, she turned back to the refrigerator and pulled out some Smart Water.
Then with an innocent kiss on Michael's cheek, after she finished drinking half a liter of water, she says. "Enjoy the Superbowl" Abruptly walking outback she intentionally incites his reptilian Id by swaying her beautiful, tight, and svelte caboose at him.
Today was worse than it ever had been for Michael, concentrating on the game was simply temporarily beyond his abilities, but that was normally the case when Taylor was around him. His brain power dropped as lust dripped from his cerebral cortex.
Returning to a recurrent daydream, Michael imagines what it would be like to have Taylor in the most animalistic way as she began a routine of water aerobics. Her dedication to her career in sports was part of what he admired about her. The persistent lustful thoughts has him trying to keep his massive blood-engorged cock concealed. It would be a nightmare to have her mother, Ianelle, catch him ogling her daughter.
Praying to whatever E.B.E. {Extraterrestrial Biological Entity} might be listening, Michael imagined that Taylor's bikini top might slip down and give him a glimpse of her beautiful perfect baby feeders, while she was performing a particularly awkward yoga position. Fortunately for him, Satan wasn't listening to Michael's lustful consideration of selling his soul just for a peek!
Unable to take the sexual stress any longer, abruptly standing up Michael moved to go to the bathroom after two hours of daydreaming about her. Scott mumbles some complaint that Micahel hardly hears, because at the same moment he saw Taylor leap back into the pool. His aching cock momentarily forgotten and so was his previous intent of coaxing some seed from his family jewels.
Whatever Taylor would do next was immediately more important for Michael to observe as he watched her intently. In his throat a lump formed as she stretched out and let her body float on the surface of the water. The work out must have exhausted her body's current reserves.
After a few minutes, Michael's breathing hitches as Taylor swims to a ladder in the pool and climbs out. Absolutely riveted to standing exactly where he was he is compelled to watch as she finishes drinking the rest of her new bottle of Smart Water. Then suddenly she turns and heads to the house.
So as to avoid dripping water through the family room, Taylor went to the side door to the garage. She approached the door after having grabbed her towel off the deck. As she walked she could again feel Michael's eyes glued to her derriere and the thought left her wet.
Today Michael seemed different than any other day, to Taylor. She quickly lowered her gaze after their eyes had met through the window. Unable to resist, she had to be certain where Michael was as she looked through the window before entering the garage.
