The weather in the UK has been properly strange lately. Weeks of solid sun, no rain, skies that stay blue instead of their usual grey. I’m taking full advantage. Every free afternoon I’m out in the communal garden in my denim shorts and tiny bikini, legs spread, skin drinking it in. The heat makes me horny just lying there. And yesterday things got even hotter!
I was stretched out on a beach towel in the communal garden, the sun crazy hot on my skin. I wore a tiny bikini top that barely held my tits and some denim shorts. These were so frayed and short you could easily see the curve of my ass and my bikini bottoms beneath. But no one was around. Just me, the grass, and the warm air making my pussy start to tingle and filling me full of mischief.
I pulled the zipper of my shorts down a little more. Not all the way. Just enough so the front of my bikini bottoms peeked out. The thin fabric was already damp. I ran a hand over my stomach, then lower, brushing the soft skin right above my cunt. My nipples pushed hard against the bikini. I closed my eyes and let the sun cook me as my pussy got wet.
The gate then creaked. Not a totally unexpected sound. My neighbour, Oliver. He sometimes came out around this time. Using his excuse of watering the plants to take a good look at me. I opened my eyes slowly and sure enough he was watching. Tall, arms thick from work, jeans hanging low on his hips. His eyes locked on my legs, then the open zipper of my shorts.
I didn’t cover up. Far from it. In fact, I spread my thighs a little wider so the denim pulled tight across my crotch. The bikini bottoms clung to my wet pussy lips. I could feel his stare right between my legs. For once, he spoke.
“Hot day,” he said.
“Yeah,” I answered, stretching so my tits pushed up. “Feels good on my skin.”
He stepped closer, standing over me now. I looked up at the thick bulge and licked my lips.
“You always sunbathe like this?” he asked.
“Only when I want company.”
I hooked my thumbs in the waist of the shorts and pushed them down my hips. The denim scraped my skin as I kicked them off. Now it was just the tiny bikini. I pulled the bottoms to the side, showing him my bare, glistening cunt. Two fingers slid in easy. I was soaked.
Oliver’s eyes went dark. He didn’t drop to his knees like I hoped, but held out his hand instead.
“Let’s go inside,” he said. “Your place is downstairs, right?”
I stood up, bikini bottoms soaked. Leaving my shorts and towel where they were.
My flat was at the garden level and I led Oliver through the side door, down the short steps, heart pounding, pussy aching. The second the door shut behind us I shoved him against it. Oliver’s hands were all over me, yanking the bikini top down so my tits spilled free. He sucked one nipple hard while his fingers shoved the soaked bottoms aside and pushed straight into my cunt. Two thick fingers, pumping fast.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled.
I yanked his jeans open. His cock sprang out heavy and hard, the head already wet. I dropped to my knees on the hallway floor and took him in my mouth.
I’ve tucked the rest of the story onto the Restricted Shelf. If you’d like to borrow it, annual Library Cards are currently 50% off.
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