get so bored sometimes." She paused and then added, "it's going to be another hot day tomorrow, come by for another swim."
Back in my house, I peered across the yard at Anita still sunning herself on her deck. I was slowly, unconsciously, rubbing my now fully-erect cock. Like a man possessed, I shoved my hand down the front of my shorts, and stroked myself once, twice, three times, before I came all over myself. I immediately felt horribly embarrassed. I showered, cleaned myself off, and took a nap before Becky came home.
The next day, I was determined to stay away from Anita and Don's house. But it was so hot, and around 1:00pm, Anita actually called and invited me over. I wanted to go, and I didn't have any good excuse, so I accepted her offer. Again, Anita seemed to be toying with me, getting me all hot and bothered. I wondered if she was deliberately tormenting me, or whether I was making things up. Again, she asked me to put sunscreen on her back. This time she was wearing tiny little thong bottoms, and as I sat beside her, she was effectively naked from the back. She also kept leaning over me, letting me smell her scent, a potent cocktail of coconut sunscreen, perfume, and sweat.
Again, I found an excuse to escape. This time I rushed to the bathroom, and deliberately jerked myself off while her scent was still in my nostrils.
That night, Don called. Becky picked up, and I heard her agreeing to something. When she hung up, she told me that Don and Anita wanted us to come over for dinner Saturday, and that she had accepted.
The next morning, I got called into the office. They had finally gotten around to my cubicle and wanted me there to identify papers and things. I breathed a sigh of relief that I would not be subjected to any more of Anita's teasing, all the while feeling disappointment like a pit in my stomach.
II
On Saturday, we walked over to their house with a bottle of wine. Anita prepared a delicious meal -- caramelized shrimp, bell pepper risotto, and tiramisu for dessert. We drank a couple of margaritas to start, two bottles of wine during dinner, and brandy with dessert. Needless to say, we were all pretty buzzed.
It had cooled down nicely, and after we put away the dishes, Don suggested we go sit in the hot tub for a while and finish our brandies.
"We don't have swim suits," I protested.
"Well, it's not like you live across town," Don replied with a grin.
"Okay, I'll get ours," I replied.
"Wait," said Anita looking at Becky. "I just bought a new bikini, but it's a little big for me, but it should be perfect for you," she said.
Becky frowned, and it occurred to me that she thought Anita had just called her fat.
"Oh no, silly duckie," Anita said quickly as she realized what she had said. "It’s just a little loose for me up here," she continued, bringing her hand up to her chest.
Becky smiled, and Anita took her by the hand upstairs to try on the suit.
"I have an extra one too, if you don't want to have to go back to your place," Don said.
"That's okay, I want to check on the dogs anyway."
I went back to the house and gave the dogs some more food, and changed into my own swim trunks. I walked back over to Don and Anita's. Don was already in the hot tub, and as I climbed in he passed me a refilled brandy.
We shot the shit for a while, and waited for the girls to join us. Finally, after an inordinate amount of time, they did. I don't know if it was the booze, or what, but they both looked stunning. Anita was her usual, lithe exotic self, but Becky looked especially hot. It took me a couple of seconds to realize it was the swimsuit. Becky wears bikinis, of course, but nothing like this one. Anita had her decked out in a neon yellow bikini. The bottom was a tiny thong, and the top was a strapless band that barely contained Becky's 36-C breasts. With her blond hair, and blue eyes, she looked like an Instagram hottie.
"Sorry to take
Back in my house, I peered across the yard at Anita still sunning herself on her deck. I was slowly, unconsciously, rubbing my now fully-erect cock. Like a man possessed, I shoved my hand down the front of my shorts, and stroked myself once, twice, three times, before I came all over myself. I immediately felt horribly embarrassed. I showered, cleaned myself off, and took a nap before Becky came home.
The next day, I was determined to stay away from Anita and Don's house. But it was so hot, and around 1:00pm, Anita actually called and invited me over. I wanted to go, and I didn't have any good excuse, so I accepted her offer. Again, Anita seemed to be toying with me, getting me all hot and bothered. I wondered if she was deliberately tormenting me, or whether I was making things up. Again, she asked me to put sunscreen on her back. This time she was wearing tiny little thong bottoms, and as I sat beside her, she was effectively naked from the back. She also kept leaning over me, letting me smell her scent, a potent cocktail of coconut sunscreen, perfume, and sweat.
Again, I found an excuse to escape. This time I rushed to the bathroom, and deliberately jerked myself off while her scent was still in my nostrils.
That night, Don called. Becky picked up, and I heard her agreeing to something. When she hung up, she told me that Don and Anita wanted us to come over for dinner Saturday, and that she had accepted.
The next morning, I got called into the office. They had finally gotten around to my cubicle and wanted me there to identify papers and things. I breathed a sigh of relief that I would not be subjected to any more of Anita's teasing, all the while feeling disappointment like a pit in my stomach.
II
On Saturday, we walked over to their house with a bottle of wine. Anita prepared a delicious meal -- caramelized shrimp, bell pepper risotto, and tiramisu for dessert. We drank a couple of margaritas to start, two bottles of wine during dinner, and brandy with dessert. Needless to say, we were all pretty buzzed.
It had cooled down nicely, and after we put away the dishes, Don suggested we go sit in the hot tub for a while and finish our brandies.
"We don't have swim suits," I protested.
"Well, it's not like you live across town," Don replied with a grin.
"Okay, I'll get ours," I replied.
"Wait," said Anita looking at Becky. "I just bought a new bikini, but it's a little big for me, but it should be perfect for you," she said.
Becky frowned, and it occurred to me that she thought Anita had just called her fat.
"Oh no, silly duckie," Anita said quickly as she realized what she had said. "It’s just a little loose for me up here," she continued, bringing her hand up to her chest.
Becky smiled, and Anita took her by the hand upstairs to try on the suit.
"I have an extra one too, if you don't want to have to go back to your place," Don said.
"That's okay, I want to check on the dogs anyway."
I went back to the house and gave the dogs some more food, and changed into my own swim trunks. I walked back over to Don and Anita's. Don was already in the hot tub, and as I climbed in he passed me a refilled brandy.
We shot the shit for a while, and waited for the girls to join us. Finally, after an inordinate amount of time, they did. I don't know if it was the booze, or what, but they both looked stunning. Anita was her usual, lithe exotic self, but Becky looked especially hot. It took me a couple of seconds to realize it was the swimsuit. Becky wears bikinis, of course, but nothing like this one. Anita had her decked out in a neon yellow bikini. The bottom was a tiny thong, and the top was a strapless band that barely contained Becky's 36-C breasts. With her blond hair, and blue eyes, she looked like an Instagram hottie.
"Sorry to take
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