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Nick There she was, scrumptious as ever, lounging in the sun and adjusting her bikini bottoms. I’ve seen her on several occasions when I would lay by the pool at lunchtime at my apartment complex. I reckoned she worked from home like I did.

I would be passively and mindlessly scrolling on my phone, reading, watching, and she would come in wearing nothing but an oversized button down shirt and sandals, carrying a bag and her phone. I’ve watched her numerous times laying out her towels, setting out her water and tanning oil, pulling out a book or her earbuds and finally, watching her quickly yank off the coverup so she could recline in a lounge chair with her oversized sunglasses on.

Initially, I never paid her– or really anyone at the pool– any attention. But on one of my many work-from-home lunch breaks spent at the pool, I was just glancing up to survey my surroundings and I really saw her. Well, actually, I saw her body. She was graceful, statuesque, and just built different. The first thing I noticed immediately were her long, muscular legs, strong ankles and high arches. But even more noticeable was her perfectly round, juicy ass, and wide hips. And my eyes instinctively traced up her curvy sides and when she turned to sit down, I had to prevent my jaw from dropping at the sight of her ample breasts nearly bursting out of the little blue string bikini top she typically wears, begging to be licked, touched, groped. Her dark, caramel-colored hair was always up so you could see her cherubic face, hidden behind her huge sunglasses except for when she would dab sweat off of her nose, cheeks, and brows. I couldn’t look away, and my eyes fixed on her any time I saw her now. I mean she was stunning– she looked strong, healthy, plump in all the right spots and soft across her stomach and thighs and rear.

I’m embarrassed by how closely I’ve watched her, especially when she's in the water. The tilt and sway of her hips as she walks down the stairs, slowly and gracefully submerging herself. The way she floats to the shadiest spot of the pool, how she undulates her legs to float on her back, catching a peek of the arches of her feet and pointed toes surfacing, her hair rarely touching the water. There was one time I saw her though, with her hair down, fully submerging herself head to toe and rising from the water, head tilted back, neck extended, hair wet and shining in the summer sun, water dripping down her face and neck and down those gorgeous round, natural breasts. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand in her hair and kiss and nuzzle that neck of hers. She moves gracefully in the water, sometimes humming to herself, sometimes bringing her book she’s reading with her. And as always, I pretended not to notice.

But I know she’s seen me, in fact I’m hard not to see and often feel the female gaze on me nowadays. I’m attractive; tall, tan, dark wavy hair, and impossibly toned thanks to my strict diet and workout regimen, but I didn’t always look this way. I was a late bloomer and ugly duckling for a long, long time until I started paying attention to my appearance and working on myself. And I bet you’re thinking 'Oh, cry me a river hot guy, we all have ugly phases growing up.' But this was an extended ugly period; like until my third year of college. My confidence was in the toilet and I spent most of my early 20s doing everything to improve my health, my appearance, and the way I carried myself and even went to therapy. I was no longer invisible to women, and to be honest it was invigorating and the attention felt nice, but they still scared the fuck out of me. So, I thwarted their advances any chance I could and generally just never approached them. And I mean I wasn't a complete virgin-- I've hooked up with and fucked a few women here and there, but I would quickly start overthinking things and never really let any of them get close.

But this girl? I was curious about her; I wished I had the fortitude to just say something, anything, to her. I wanted her close.

I know she sees me. She glances. I’ve seen her eyes linger when she takes her sunglasses off in the pool to wipe the sweat and water from her face, I could feel her eyes fix on me at times. I often wonder if the things she does are to catch my attention. But that's crazy, right? She couldn't possibly be doing all of that for me-- it must be my imagination. We see each other, but we say nothing, remaining strangers watching one another in this public space.

Since that first fateful day that my eyes fixed on her, I always look out my window to see if she’s lounging in the courtyard pool so I can catch a peek of her and, schedule permitting, join her down on the pool deck. I wonder about her, I jerk off thinking about her and what my fingers would look like gripping into her soft hips and belly, and how her moans sound, what her nipples look like under that impossibly small (or were her breasts just that large?) bikini top. We have never spoken, and I might keep it that way just so I can be a voyeur to her unintended exhibitionism. I, admittedly, became a bit obsessed with observing her any chance I could; as if she was some kind of menagerie comprised of one singular being that only I was able to truly see and appreciate.

But today was different. She was lounging in that blue string bikini on that impossibly hot summer day and it was just the two of us. No one else was there. It was oddly quiet, still and sweltering. She arrived about 20 minutes after I did, looking around and sitting across the pool deck from me, scouting the sun. I watched her do her usual routine– lay out the towels, unpack her bag, grab her book, but this was different; she noticed we were the only two on the pool deck. This time, she put her book down, glanced over her shoulder at me, looked away and slowly removed her coverup. I mean painstakingly slow. Was she… teasing me? No, she couldn’t possibly be. I must be imagining her intent. She pulled it up over her ass, over her shoulders and then slowly bent down with straightened legs to place it in her bag on the ground. She slowly rolled up, glanced over her shoulder again toward me, and adjusted her bottoms, hiking them higher on her hips, showing me more of her ass than was usually visible– the white of her prior tan lines clearly visible.

I held my phone the whole time, pretending to scroll with my sunglasses on, but my eyes were fixed on her. She laid recumbent like usual, adjusting her bottoms in the front so they sat just where she wanted. I switched between scrolling and watching her sun herself, sweat, and turn. And when she turned, I noticed she did it with more flourish than usual. She did it slowly, almost intentionally pushing her ass up into the air, but maybe I was imagining that. I watched her extend her arms and bend them, her bronze skin glistening with sweat. She lay there for 10 minutes, flipping again onto her back. I watched her dab sweat from her face, moving her sunglasses, and toweling off her neck and between her breasts. Oh, to be the sweat that drips down her neck and between her breasts! I wish I could watch it drip down her. I wish I could touch her, lick her, smell her sweat. I was growing hungry for her the longer I watched her.

I shifted in my own lounge chair, acutely aware that my cock was becoming stiff as I kept my eyes on her and thought about her. I sat there, sweating, fantasizing about this gorgeous curvy woman across the pool from me. I was starting to feel hot despite sitting in the shade, and I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. I needed to regain my composure, otherwise I might do something stupid. After all, I don’t want this girl to know that I’ve been watching her like some kind of obsessive dude, even though that’s exactly what I was. I mean I wanted to feel this woman, taste her, sink my teeth into her, hear her– I wanted a full sensory experience with her body, I wanted to please her.

I wonder what she looks like when she cums? How her body shudders?

Okay, enough, I thought to myself.

I put my phone down, adjusted my swim trunks, and jumped in the water. I purposefully turned away from her. I couldn’t keep watching her, I had to get it together. Plus she would totally notice at this point because I didn’t have my phone to hide behind in the water. I ran my fingers through my hair and heard a sigh from across the pool deck. It took everything in me not to turn and see what she was doing. I then heard her, almost whisper quiet, say to herself “Fuck it, I can’t take this anymore,” and heard movement. Oh God, she was approaching the water. I heard the water lapping behind me as she walked down the stairs into the pool, and another sigh as she felt the cool water on her hot skin. I heard her splash gently and quietly and knew she must be doing the thing where she floats on her back. Desperate to see her tits floating in the water, I turned around giving her a not-so-casual once over and turned back. She wasn’t facing me, but I was in the shady part of the pool, the part I know she loves, so it was only a matter of time until–

“Hot day, huh?” she said, casually. I could feel her eyes on me and swiveled around to meet her gaze. There she was, standing in the shade of the pool, tall, statuesque, water dripping down her neck, eyeing me. Her sunglasses were perched like a crown on her head, and for the first time, I saw her face up close. She had striking blue eyes, made even brighter by the sun, the water, and her blue bikini, framed by long, thick, perfectly arched brows, a button nose, plump, pink lips, situated on a heart shaped face. Objectively gorgeous and unlike any face I had ever seen before. She cocked her head to the side, awaiting my reply and I noticed I took a beat too long to answer; I was too busy searching her face. Thank God I was still wearing my sunglasses.

“Uh,” I cleared my throat, “yeah, it’s brutal out today, isn’t it?” I could feel my cock twitch as I watched her bounce down into the water, submerging her shoulders, and then pop up again to meet my eyes. I couldn’t help but watch the water drain down her body. Again, thank God for sunglasses.

“Yeah, I was expecting more people out today but I guess the heat advisory scared them off,” she replied as she rubbed her hands over her brows, smoothing them down, moving her hands across her temples and down her jaw. Her nails were short, but painted purple. No ring on her left finger.

I felt dumbfounded. “Yeah, I guess so,” was all I mustered. She gave a polite, quick, toothless smile.

“I guess it’s just the two of us then,” her tone shifted.

Is she flirting with me? I didn’t say anything. I hardly breathed. She shifted backwards kicking her feet up to briefly float on her back and, my God, did I want to just grab her by the ankle and pull her toward me. We were silent for a second before she followed up with, “Haven’t I seen you around here before? Like a few times, at least? Do you normally come out around lunch time?” her eyes were fixed on me.

I coughed and replied. “Yeah, I normally come out here on my lunch break to get some fresh air and sun.” God, did I have to sound so dry and boring? She nodded slowly.

“I guess there are worse ways to spend a lunch break than laying poolside and being around a bunch of bikini-clad women,” she floated in front of me, shrugging her shoulders and looking up toward the sky. I gulped. Did she know I was watching her? Could she sense my eyes on her just like I could feel hers on me? No, there’s no way, I thought to myself.

I chuckled, “Yeah that’s true, the eye candy is a plus,” I let it slip. I felt my cock twitch again as she stood up and lowered herself in the water in front of me, bouncing a bit. I couldn’t stop staring at her. This time she smiled a perfect, white smile. God, that smile, the way her eyes wrinkle in the outer corners, those beautiful lips. I wonder what they would feel like wrapped around my–

“Eye candy?” She raised her eyebrows, her eyes teasing, her voice smooth, even, “Well, you see anything you like today at the candy shop?” Shit, this half-chub boner wasn’t going to go away, was it? She knew what she was doing, she gave a short breathy laugh, getting just a little bit closer. She smelled like coconuts and sunscreen.

I cleared my throat, coughed, I let out an uncomfortable chuckle from somewhere in my throat “Well… uh…” I could feel heat rising to my cheeks, oh my God, was I blushing? No.

“Oh my God,” she rose to her feet, getting even closer to me, “did I make you blush? Or is that a sunburn on your cheeks?” she teased as I continued to stammer and stutter like an idiot. She reached out and touched my left cheek, “Oh I did, didn’t I? I would say I’m sorry, but it’s actually really cute on a big, hot, tough guy like you.” My jaw slackened. This woman is something else; more than I could have imagined, really, bold and brazen– the exact opposite of me. She caressed down my cheek and grabbed a hold of my jaw gently in her hand. My skin felt like it was on fire, my dick was at full attention, I could hear my heart beating in my ears and it felt like all the air was sucked out of the space around us. “It’s funny that you say you come out here for the eye candy, because I do too. And I have to say, you’re my favorite piece of candy when I’m down here,” punctuated with a flirtatious smile. “I mean look at those muscles. Jesus! You must live in the gym,” her hand dropped to my bicep and squeezed it, and then trailed her index finger down my chest and abdomen, right between my abs. I was stunned into silence as her finger paused right above my belly button. With her other hand, she slowly and carefully removed my sunglasses, our eyes meeting for the first time. I was barely breathing. “And look at those pretty eyes of yours!” she exclaimed, “I’ve wanted to see those for a while.”

“For a while?” I echoed. My mouth went dry. I swallowed, and she watched my Adam's apple bob up and down, smirking knowingly at me. I felt helpless, almost like I was under a spell, but my God, did I want it– I wanted her.

“Mhmmmm,” she affirmed, sighing. Her index finger was still paused and steady above my belly button. She handed my sunglasses back to me, and I put them up on the crown of my head just like she had, still barely breathing, although I was sure she could see my heart pounding in my chest.

I cleared my throat, shaking my head, willing myself to snap out of this state I was in because of this wicked temptress in front of me. “Well, uh, you know you’re not the only curious one here, right?” I said, flashing her a sly grin.

She smiled back, removing her touch from my abdomen, cocking her head to the side again inquisitively and sarcastically questioning me, “Oh is that so? Have you been watching me?” There was this glimmer of knowledge in her eyes, and all I knew is that I wanted to feel her touch again, despite being caught. “I mean come on, I know what’s on your phone can’t be that interesting,” she quipped, smirking up at me.

I put my hands up in surrender and her eyes raked over me again, “You caught me. I was hoping it wasn’t so obvious, but I guess like you said, you’re my favorite piece of eye candy here.” I was rock hard and was praying my trunks weren’t tenting.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms under her breasts, lifting them just enough. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that because I’m the only piece of eye candy out here right now with you?”

Feeling a little more at ease with my admission of guilt, I relaxed the tension in my shoulders and moved just barely closer to her. “Look, I know it’s not polite to stare,” I rolled my eyes, “but could you blame me? I couldn’t help myself,” I inched closer to her, putting my hands on her waist, the waist I had been longing to grab this entire time, and stroked her, up and down, “You’re absolutely delicious.”

She smiled bashfully, averting her eyes from mine, but closed the distance between us by rubbing her hands up my arms and clasping them around my neck. Our bodies were almost touching. “Delicious, huh? But you haven’t tasted me!” she exclaimed with furrowed brows and a sarcastic tone.

I grabbed her chin this time so her eyes would be forced to meet mine, “Not yet, darling,” I whispered, “but I have a feeling I might finally have a good chance today, don’t you?” Where the fuck was this confidence coming from? I almost didn’t recognize this version of myself, but I was more than a little proud that I was keeping my wits about me so I could say all the things I had dreamt of saying to this gorgeous woman.

Her breathing hitched and she pressed her body against mine, and I knew she felt the length of my cock rock hard against that perfect soft belly of hers. I saw goosebumps rising on her shoulders, despite the heat, our lips were centimeters apart and I felt her breath warm across my mouth. She stammered and gulped, clearly unable to think of another witty, flirtatious thing to say, her eyes darted between my lips and my gaze. “Puh-please,” she gasped, her eyes lit with desire.

“Mmmmm, please what, my darling?” I feigned innocence, pretending I had no idea what she wanted. She was going to be mine. She already was. I had turned her from bold and confident into a stuttering mess like I had been five minutes ago with just a few pretty words and a compliment. I couldn't be this easy, could it?

She was absolutely breathless, “I’ve-I’ve waited for this moment for…” she gulped again, trailing off, her eyes helpless, pleading, “please, kiss me. Taste me.” That lit a fire through my core, my cock felt like it could cut through steel, pulsating between our bodies. Her fingers were laced in the hair at the back of my neck. I watched her eyes search mine for a beat longer before moving my hand from her cheek to the back of her head and pressed my other palm into the small of her back to push her as tightly as I could against me and kissed her.

Her lips were warm and soft, just like the rest of her, and her mouth yielded to mine, but this kiss quickly went from a simple touch of the lips to something a bit more aggressive. Her fingers tangled tightly in my hair, my free hand traveled from the small of her back to her ass, gripping a handful of supple flesh in my palm, and groaning, she opened her legs and wrapped them around my hips. My cock twitched hard, and I swore I could feel the heat of her sex against me as our mouths opened and our tongues slid together. She tasted like peppermint gum and vanilla. She felt my cock-- I knew she could-- and she ground her hips against it and moaned into my mouth. I twisted the fistful of hair I had in my hand, breaking our kiss and craned her neck to the side, licking up to her ear and planting a gentle kiss just below her earlobe.

“You’re more delicious than I could have imagined. Maybe I should call you sweetheart from now on? Because you’re so damn sweet,” I suggested, planting more kisses down her neck. She moaned in response and that was almost more delicious than the kiss we shared, “I mean even your moans are sweet,” I commented in between kisses across her collarbones. Her skin tasted of chlorine and sunscreen– Summer.

“If you think those lips are sweet, just imagine–” She didn’t finish her sentence. She didn’t have to because she somehow read my mind. I felt her hand drop from my hair and slide down between our bodies to the hem of my swimming trunks. “Am I responsible for this?” she asked, slowly moving her hand down and back up the length of my cock outside my swimming trunks, rubbing me, teasing me. I swear this girl was going to kill me.

“Mhm,” I groaned, feeling my cock twitching again under her touch, “and it all started when you slowly stripped off your coverup. Don’t think I didn’t notice,” I replied, kissing her jaw. She smiled up toward the sky as I said, “You know, I really ought to punish you for that.” Her grin widened. Oh she’s that kind of girl; she might taste like vanilla but there’s not a vanilla bone in her body.

“Why would you punish me for giving you a private show? Didn’t you enjoy it?” she flirted, eyes meeting mine, still grazing my cock with her finger tips over my swimming trunks.

“I guess that’s a fair point, I did enjoy it,” I said, smiling at her. Her ass felt so right sitting in my palm. I traced my free hand down her spine, causing her to shiver in the smoldering heat.

“I knew it!” she declared. “I knew you noticed.”

“I notice everything, sweetheart,” I said in a low tone, hooking a finger under her bikini tie on the center of her back, “I’ve paid special attention to you since the day I saw you,” I admitted. I started pulling the tie apart.

“What are you doing?” she froze, her hand on my cock quickly removed, eyes wide.

“Punishing you. You want to put on a show for everyone? We can put on a huge show right now, you’re just lucky it’s the two of us. You better hope no one joins us, sweetheart,” I growled. Now this is a different side of me that not even I have met. I’ve read about kink and punishment but it really was more like an academic study of it without much practical experience. Do I need to remind you women somewhat terrify me, despite my intense attraction to them? But I have a feeling that my limited experience would be rapidly changing after this.

“Please, ohmygodpleasedon’tdothis,” I paused, my cock was twitching again as she pleaded. God it was hot to see her nervous. Her head swiveled as she looked nervously around the courtyard and pool deck. I glanced up too. Blinds were open in several windows, but nobody was out on their balconies.

“Oh god, you act like you would hate the attention. You and I know that’s not true. C’mon sweetie, nobody will see. But I think part of you hopes someone is watching us right now.” She could only stammer in response. “That’s right, I know you want someone to be looking down at us, watching you, the little slut wrapped around a stranger, rubbing her hot little pussy and hands all over his cock. You want someone to wonder if you do this with all the men you come across.” I tugged the string once, gently.

“But-please-just-just- not yet, Sir,” she begged.

“Ooooh, Sir! I like the sound of that. You know what? I just realized I don’t know your name sweetheart,” I said casually while still fiddling with the tie on her bikini, twisting it in my fingers. I was keeping my cool. For now.

“Sophie,” she whispered, still absolutely frozen in my arms with her legs wrapped around me. God this was hot. I loved the concern in her eyes, trying to anticipate my next move, which was funny because I didn’t even know what my next move would be.

“Well Sophie, it’s nice to finally meet you,” I tugged just a little more on the string. “My name is Nick. But frankly, I like the sound of Sir when you address me.”

“Please, Sir, don’t do this. Not here. Not yet at least,” there was genuine fear in her eyes at the idea of being so exposed.

“Awwww shucks, but I wanted to see those gorgeous tits of yours. I’ve been curious about them since I first saw you,” I released the string, leaving it intact, but migrated my hands up to her breasts, grazing my palms against them. She noticeably relaxed, and quickly looked to her left and right, surveying the surroundings, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“How about this– I have a better idea– let’s go under that cabana over there. We can draw the curtains around us and I’ll show you what’s under this bikini, as long as you promise to show me what’s under those swim trunks of yours. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, Nick,” she bit her lip and smiled, interlocking her fingers behind my neck once more. Yup, my cock was still hard. She kissed my cheek, “Do we have a deal, Sir?”

Just then there was a familiar beeping sound, followed by the gate slamming. We both jumped apart from one another, startled by the sudden company. We were joined by a leggy, skinny blonde in a black bikini. Sexy, but not Sophie sexy. She didn’t acknowledge us. Sophie caught my eye, smirked and said, “See you tomorrow, Sir.” And she turned, got out of the water, wrapped her towel around her body and left me dumbstruck and erect in the pool. Tomorrow? Fuck. I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.