What a bitch.
That was the sentiment playing in Angela's head as she went up to the pool deck on the roof of her condo building. She had just run into the President of the Homeowner's association- Karen, because of course that was her name- in the elevator. Karen was much too reserved (repressed?) to show any direct disdain for Angela and her "lifestyle", but did an excellent job getting her point across nonetheless. It started with an up and down assessment of Angela's outfit; Karen's prying eyes taking in every inch of her five-foot-something frame, stopping to linger at the ample cleavage spilling from her black and white bikini top. A distinct "tsk" escaped Karen's pursed lips before she plastered on the fakest of smiles. "Angela, dear, how are you?" she sang, the very picture of propriety in her shapeless pantsuit.
"I'm fine, Karen, how are you?" Angela replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the charade. Angela knew how to play the game- pretending she didn't know about Karen's plight to block their condo application, not to mention her subsequent attempts to turn neighbours against them- all because she didn't approve of their "lifestyle"-if she only knew. Luckily Angela and her partner Liane were likeable people, and the neighbours (along with everyone else on the planet) could see through Karen's nonsense. Two of those neighbours, in fact, had become regular play partners in Angela and Liane's open relationship- she wondered what Karen would think about that. Angela bit her tongue as Karen prattled on about who knows what, willing the elevator to speed up. At long last Karen got off on her floor, not before grasping Angela's hand in some sort of white woman handshake. Angela wondered what Karen would say if she knew that Angela's hand was inside her partner a couple of hours ago- and she hadn't washed it.
Determined not to let Karen ruin her afternoon, Angela celebrated a mental victory when she saw the pool deck was completely empty other than a group of 18 year old boys horsing around in the pool. They wouldn't bother her- she had little intention to swim. With Liane at work until dinner, Angela had the whole afternoon to soak in the sun and dive into a good book. She took her time getting situated, carefully laying her towel out on her favourite chair, arranging her water bottle and book. She could feel the eyes of the boys on her and smirked to herself as she recognized Karen's son among them- on summer vacation, about to head off to college. "Let them look," she thought to herself as she bent to take her shorts off, taking a little extra time pulling her bikini bottoms out of her ass.
She wondered what Karen would think of her perfect son perving a lesbian at the pool, and decided to give them something to look at. Poor guy probably hasn't ever seen a woman's body up close, and if his mother had anything to say about it probably wouldn't until he was thirty. She took out her sunscreen, applying a generous amount to her hands and slowly working it onto her legs. She could see the boys whispering to each other out of the corner of her eye, trying to appear as if they weren't watching her every move. She moved her bikini bottoms to the side, exposing each ass cheek as she rubbed the lotion into her skin. Her hands moved to her stomach, the lotion creating a sheen in the sunlight. She untied the halter bikini top, letting it slip down to expose her breast before catching it and covering up.
The boys were silent at this point, haphazardly throwing a football to each other- missing it just as often as it was being caught. She retied her top, rubbing the last of the sunscreen into her face, neck, and shoulders. She turned to the boys, a look of pure innocence on her face. "Could one of you help me do my back?" she asked, internally rolling her eyes at the frantic energy that passed between the friends. They all appeared to be paralyzed, so she further prompted Karen's son. "Cody? Please? It will only take a minute...I don't want to burn."
Cody all but leapt out of the pool, appearing at Angela's side in a heartbeat. She noticed his hands shaking slightly as she put the sunscreen onto his palm, turning her back to him and moving her blonde hair out of the way. "Make sure to get it even," she teased, "if I burn it'll be your fault."
She was surprised at the strength in his hands; for a gangly guy he certainly had potential. He took his time rubbing the lotion into her shoulders, awkwardly trying to navigate around the strings at the back of her suit. "You can untie them if you want," she said nonchalantly, almost able to feel his heart beating through his chest. His friends remained silent, no longer keeping up the charade of playing catch.
Angela felt her top loosen, Cody's shaking hands clumsily pulling at the strings. She modestly held the top in place, careful not to let it fall. She let him rub her long after the sunscreen had absorbed, delighting in the feeling of his strong hands on her back. His hands moved to her lower back, flirting with the top of her ass, dipping his finger between her cheeks a couple of times. She said nothing, letting him have his fun. She had never had much use for men- to her they were more of a source of amusement than anything- but this one was certainly serving his purpose. She finally took a step forward, forcing some distance between them as she retied her top. "Thanks, Cody, that'll be all," she said facetiously. His face flushed, and he quickly retreated into the pool with a splash. Angela could hear his friends teasing him, their tone a mixture of jealousy and awe. Their game of catch resumed as she laid in her chair, taking a sip of water before opening her book.
She read for a while, idly watching the boys play catch. They eventually got out of the pool, drying off and playing cards on one of the tables nearby. She turned onto her stomach, deciding to doze for a while before heading inside to start prepping dinner. The boys got quiet as she adjusted herself, closing her eyes as she listened to their conversation. She could hear one of the boys challenging Cody to something, no doubt teasing him for his earlier grope session. She heard Cody scoff, but then a chair pulled out. Angela kept her eyes close, vaguely curious about what Cody was up to.
He quietly walked toward her; she could tell he was near as she smelled chlorine and heard him breathing. She felt a tug at her bikini string, the one holding her top on. It instantly came loose, exposing her bare back. Cody recoiled as soon as he undid the string, clearly anxious that he may have awakened her. When Angela didn't stir, he went back for the string at her hip. He pulled it loose too, and then the other side. His last act before he scurried back to his pals was to move the fabric off of her ass, fully exposing her.
Angela smiled to herself as she heard the boys giggle, pleased with themselves for having gotten her essentially naked. She didn't mind being on display, and didn't want to bother lecturing them about respect- plus she made sure her ass was covered in sunscreen, so really they were just saving her from tan lines. The boys were quiet, each of them taking in the sight of a naked woman on the pool deck.
It wasn't long before she felt the presence of another boy beside her to complete his part of the dare. A clammy hand groped her ass, roughly grabbing a handful of cheek before he scampered away. She found herself irritated by his lack of finesse, and decided to adjust herself in the chair to make them think she may awaken- gotta keep them on their toes, she thought.
She heard a collective gasp as she stretched, spreading her legs slightly before settling back into her supposed nap. She let one of her breasts peek out from under her, wondering if any of them would try to touch her there. The boys gave her a minute, watching closely to ensure that she was still asleep before their third tribute took his turn. This one was gentler, almost too much so. She felt a whisper of fingers on her exposed nipple, lightly circling until it was fully erect. The light touch sent a ripple of pleasure through her, culminating between her legs. This boy lingered, gently flicking and pinching her nipple as his other hand rested gently on her ass. She let out a contented sigh meant to encourage him, but instead he retreated back to his friends.
Another round of congratulations followed, the boys becoming more and more emboldened by their covert antics. Angela smirked, her face hidden from the boys. She was enjoying herself; not only did it feel good to know that Karen's precious son wasn't so pure after all, but the forbidden physical stimulation felt pretty good. Of course she wished for Liane's hands, but the taboo nature of the stolen gropes and voyeurism made Angela tingle.
Cody returned to her side, making extra effort to silence his steps and breathing. Angela shivered as he ran one of his long fingers along the crack of her ass, the sensation reverberating through her entire body. He pulled his finger back, waiting for her to settle but not yet moving away. Angela focused on breathing deeply to feign sleep, finding herself excited to see how far Cody would go. His finger returned to her ass, gently parting her cheeks and circling her asshole. He dipped slowly down between her legs, his finger sliding down easily into her wetness. He chanced penetration, tentatively pushing into her hole, her juices smoothing the way for his finger to bury inside her. He pulled out soon after, licking his finger clean as he returned to his friends whooping cheers.
Angela elected to stir shortly after, feeling a bit like she was in on the celebration of the boys. They watched her carefully as she pretended to wake, realizing that her swimsuit was untied. Much to their surprise she stood, removing her bikini completely and putting it in her bag. She rooted in her bag for her cover up, taking her time to let her tits hang down as she bent, giving the boys a great look at her ass and side profile. She finally found her cover up and threw it over her head. "Be good, boys," she said over her shoulder as she headed back toward the elevator. Their stunned silence had her smiling all the way back to her apartment.
She told Liane all about her afternoon antics over dinner; her partner found the situation humourous, and shared in Angela's smugness at corrupting Karen's son. Liane also found the story kind of hot, and showed her appreciation to Angela before they went to bed- three times. "You can have your playthings," she said haughtily, "but let's see them do this." With that, Liane dove between Angela's legs, making her forget that men even exist.
The next day was much of the same; Liane went to work in the morning, leaving Angela to her own devices for the day. She went for a run, stopping in the lobby to get the mail. Karen was just coming home, Cody in tow, and Angela thought it a commendable feat not to rub yesterday's pool activities in her face. Cody flushed instantly upon seeing her, making a beeline for the elevator. Angela greeted them both with a polite hello, even though Karen didn't so much as crack a smile toward her. She thought she saw a brief nod from Cody, but his crimson face illustrated that he would not be saying much.
