“I really need you to come inside!” Emma shouted from the kitchen at her new neighbour who was sitting outside waiting for a drink. She befriended him as soon as he moved in and now invited him over for the second time in a week. How could she not? With a body of a Greek god and a smile like a warm sunny day she melted at the thought of him.
Emma was usually quite reserved and didn’t make friends easily, but Tristan was a whole different story. She didn’t recognize herself and her newfound boldness. She was about to seduce him and that, again, wasn’t something she’d do on a regular basis, if ever. “It’s too hot outside,” she called again while vigorously shaking a cocktail drink in a shaker.
As a former cocktail waitress, Emma was well-versed in the art of preparing drinks, including Mayday Martini, which what she was about to serve, along with herself, to Tristan. It was mayday indeed, for she couldn’t remember the last time she got laid in a satisfactory manner that wouldn’t let her feel disappointed and let down.
After a series of, at best, unmemorable hookups, Emma was in dire need of something fulfilling and substantial. Given that Tristian had and often used a pool at the back of his house to which she had an unobstructed view from her bedroom, and given that he loved skinny dipping, she was pretty sure substantial wouldn’t be an issue.
As for fulfilling, well, that remained to be seen.
Given the size of what mattered to her the most, though, she had to calm herself down every time she was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him coming out of the pool. Thank god for dildos indeed, for that allowed her to at least temporarily quench the burning desire in her starving pussy.
Still, that only worked till the next time she saw him. To be honest, seeing him wasn’t even necessary, for she couldn’t get the image of his naked body out of her head and the use of dildos soon escalated to several times per day. By the time she invited him over for a drink, the situation already escalated to a state of emergency.
As Tristan walked in, she was shaking that shaker and wasn’t even aware of how her full boobs shook with it. That was something he noticed, in addition to her flushing cheeks as he caught her stare somewhere below the line of his waist.
He couldn’t hold back a smile, for he knew all too well about her keen interest in his skinny deepening and the reasons for it. It would be hard indeed to miss the moaning coming out of her bedroom every time he came out of the pool.
Emma now really needed that drink. In the hope it would help her relax and stop acting stupid, she took a long sip as she offered him a glass. Feeling his hand tremble a bit as their hands touched put her at ease — thank god, she wasn’t the only one nervous here. With that, her newfound boldness returned.