Again, I'd gone swimming at their house - even with him - hundreds of times before. But that'd been back when I was younger. The older, more adult me looked at the hot, wickedly handsome older man sipping coffee in just his boxers in a much different light now.
Tyler went off to get some work done, and an hour or so later, I was dying to take him up on his offer. I’d ended up doing a little gardening work in the backyard under the heat of the afternoon sun all day, and I'd been hungrily eyeing the pool for the last two hours. So I quickly changed into my bikini in the downstairs bathroom, before heading out to the pool.
Chapter 4
Christina
The water felt incredible as I slid my sweaty, bikini-clad body into the pool. I sighed as I let the blazing heat of the day melt away in the cool water, lazily just treading water. I floated on my back, closing my eyes and grinning up at the sun as I let the water carry me along.
Eventually, I slipped back out of the water and went to lay back in one of the lawn-chairs by the pool to dry under the sun. I slipped my sunglasses on and lay back with a happy grin, letting the warm sun tease it's way over my bare skin and warm me back up after the nice cold water.
Yeah, this job was going to be hard to match once I went off to college.
As the heat of the afternoon soaked into my tanned skin, I found my thoughts drifting back to that morning; specifically to the huge bulge I'd seen pressing hotly against the front of Mr. Weaver's boxers. I mean, I'd obviously found him attractive before - I mean who wouldn't really? But I guess my flirty thoughts had always ended there when it came to my good looking older neighbor.
But wow had seeing that thickness tenting out his boxers had kindled a little flame inside of me, and as I sat out by the pool, I started to stoke that fire. With my eyes closed there on that lawn-chair, I started to imagine following that little happy trail of hair on his abs down, and this time down past the waist of his shorts. I'd really never actually seen a guy naked like that outside of the movies or the time Mike Hicks tried to just pull it out in the car while driving me home from prom after I told him I wouldn't go "get a room" wi
th him. Sometime after that, Anna and I had snuck peaks at dirty pictures online, giggling as we'd shrieked at close-up shots of big, enormous looking cocks being manhandled by girls that needed two hands to get the job done.
"Eeew! How would you even fit something like that inside of you!" She’d shrieked, though her cheeks had been as flushed and her eyes as wide as mine. Neither of us had really talked about it, but I know we’d both felt something hot deep inside seeing that thick shaft in the tiny hands of the girl who didn't look much older than us.
Now, I'd only gotten the quickest of peaks at that bulge in Mr. Weaver's boxers, but all I'd been able to think about all afternoon was that picture of the huge porn cock that had made me and my friend both blush as well as secretly wet before. I realized I was actually getting really turned on. I could feel a heat from much more than just the afternoon sun blooming out from between my legs, and I blushed at the realization. I shivered as I sat up, and then padded barefoot to the house to get a drink of water and cool off a little bit.
*****
I shivered as I opened the refrigerator door, feeling cool chill tingle over my sun-warmed body and making my nipples pucker into hard little buds under my bikini.
I should probably get changed I thought, glancing at the time. It was probably time to go home anyways, seeing as I was through with work. And as hot a fantasy as it was, I’m not sure it was really appropriate for me to be strolling through my much older, hunky neighbor’s house in just a bikini.
I'd left my clothes in a pile on one of the kitchen table chairs, but as I walked over, I quickly realized they weren't there anymore. Tyler had apparently moved them for some reason, and I felt a tingling blush roll up my cheeks, hoping he hadn't seen the tiny pink thong I'd tucked inside my shorts.
When I walked curiously out of the kitchen, I spotted my pile of clothes on the bench by the front door now instead. I frowned, curious as to why he would've moved my clothes at all.
And then, I heard it.
The sound was muffled through the not quite closed door of the study he kept down the hall. It was gruff, almost like he was struggling or swearing under his breath.
I almost, almost opened my mouth to ask if he was okay, but something stopped me. Curiosity took hold then, and leaving my pile of clothes where they were, I slowly tip-toed down the hallway. I'm not sure I'll ever know what made me feel the need to sneak towards the door that day, but I do know that I'll never forget what I saw when I finally go there.
I remember my pulse skipping a full beat as stifled a gasp with my hand, my eyes going wide as I peaked through the crack in the door.
There, sitting at his desk was Mr. Weaver, with both hands wrapped tightly around and quickly stroking his absolutely huge cock.
I bit my hand hard to keep from gasping, just staring at my hot older employer as he jerked himself off. He was sitting by the window at his desk, perpendicular to the door, and his head was thrown back with his eyes tightly shut. The big, thick dick in his hand was just enormous; at least as big as the porno-cock Anna and I had giggled about that time before. But this time, it was real, and it was barely eight feet away from me.
And then, just as my brain was just starting to wrap its head around what I was seeing, Mr. Weaver moved his hands slightly, and I saw something else that made my jaw drop.
There, tightly wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock, was a very familiar looking tiny, pink thong; my thong. My heart jumped into my throat as I realized I was watching Mr. Weaver masturbating using my panties.
He grunted again, his hands squeezing his big dick as he shuttled them up and down the shaft. I could see the fat head of him pulsing on every stroke, and the muscles on his arms straining as he groaned.
"Oh fuck yeah baby, just like that,” he muttered out, his eyes still closed. "Spread that little pussy for me, honey."
I felt a hot flush creep over me, my nipples straining at the material of my top and my tight little cunt getting hot and wet inside of my bikini as I was suddenly insanely turned on hearing Mr. Weaver talk like that. It was so hot hearing him grunt out like that as he fantasized about whoever he was fantasizing about - even hotter since he was stroking himself with my panties!
His face was flushed and he was panting now, his hands stroking his cock up and down with my pink thong as he started to gasp. "Yeah honey, just like that; bounce on that big dick,” he moaned out.
I squeezed my thighs together, biting my lip to keep from moaning as I clenched my core and felt my pussy lips sliding wetly together. I was hotter in that moment than I'd ever been before, just watching this hot older guy stroke his big dick, and before I could even stop myself, I'd brought my hand between my legs to cup my burning hot pussy. I slid my fingers up over the material, stroking the cleft of my slit through my bikini and feeling how hot and wet I was getting as I watched him.