It was early November, and I went to one of the pools in the complex (there are four). Usually, there aren't many people at the pools, and that day was no exception. When I arrived, there was only a woman laid out on one of the chair, reading a book. She nodded hello to me as I entered the gate, and continued her reading. Attractive, though a little chubby for my taste. She had blonde hair, and was wearing a one piece with a pattern of red and dark pink roses on it, outlined in black. She had really nice legs, I noticed, and really large breasts.
I'm an outgoing guy, so as I was floating in the pool, I struck up a conversation with her when her eyes met mine through her sunglasses. She had a beautiful smile, and a young sounding voice. She told me she was from the midwest, had just moved to Palm Springs over the summer and loved it so far. She was prettier the more she spoke. Obviously very smart, and a great personality. I asked her about dating, and she smiled and said that she hadn't figured that out in Palm Springs yet. She had had a close call with someone she worked with, but had not hooked up with anyone. She also mentioned an ex boyfriend living back in her hometown. She asked about places that I thought were fun to go to, and I mentioned some places that my girlfriend and I liked to go to. She didn't bat an eye, didn't seemed disappointed that I had a girlfriend, which in my experience, was really nice. A lot of women seem to think if you strike up a conversation with them, that it automatically means you want to fuck them, and then they're annoyed when I mention my girlfriend. Not this girl, or woman. I'd found out she was 39, older than she appeared and seemed. We parted ways, and I returned to Oregon later that day, not thinking about her again.
Between Christmas and New Years, I flew back down again, this time because my parents had decided to buy a place in the same complex, and needed someone to oversee some of the repairs made during contract negotiations. I was happy to help, I'm always happy to go down to Palm Springs. I was at the pool for about twenty minutes, when she came in, with a man. She said hello, and introduced her ex-boyfriend who was here to visit her. Decent looking guy, a little short for her, I realized as she stood next to him. He also didn't have his left hand, which I recalled she had mentioned that he lost in an accident in his early twenties. I wondered how she could be satisfied by him, with breasts like hers, I can't imagine a one handed man being able to do the job. I noticed too that she had lost some weight since I'd seen her in November. Her suit hung differently on her body, though it was the same one. She settled in a lounge near me, and he lay on a towel on the ground until someone left, the pool being more crowded with the snowbirds here. They didn't talk much, and I got the impression that maybe she and I shouldn't talk either. A few people left, and she grabbed a lounge chair for the guy, and an older man came in and settled in a chair next to him. Her ex and this old guy started chatting, and she turned to me and asked how things were. We chatted awhile. Her ex interrupted her to say something about a hiking place that the old guy had recommended, and said "He said hardly anybody goes up there, and it's really secluded." I joked, "That doesn't creepy at all." She laughed, and he turned back to the man he was talking to. She told me "I am so not into hiking. He can go on that hike himself." She shivered a little and said, "I can't believe what a wuss I've become down here with the temperature...." and we continued chatting until I left to get ready and head back to Portland.
It was awhile before I made it back down to Palm Springs. My businesses went through a spat where we were short staffed, so I had to work on getting people hired and trained, covering a few shifts myself. I own a couple of bars in Portland, which keeps me pretty busy sometimes until I get people in that I can trust to run my business properly. It was April before I returned. My parents by then had settled into their place, and I was walking back from a different pool, and ran into her again. She looked amazing. She had obviously lost at least 20 pounds from when I first met her. She was wearing work out capris that hugged her hips, and a tank top, her hair up in a messy pony tail. She was walking her dog, and she stopped and chatted with me a few minutes, telling me she was on spring break (she's a teacher). I told her I'd been hanging with my parents at the pool and that they were lushing it up at this pool, which I had been informed was the party pool. She laughed and said she'd have to check it out. I asked her if her boyfriend was still there and she said, "Hell no, we aren't even talking anymore. I needed to see him here in Cali to know it was completely over. I mean, he cheated on me so much in Ohio, and I refuse to deal with that here." I couldn't believe he would cheat on her! I mean, the guy has one hand! I told her that, and she laughed, kind of rolling her eyes, and then told me that her ex had been jealous that she and I talked by the pool that day. I told her "Good for you for letting that one go, you can do better." I told her I'd see her at the pool, and we parted ways so she could continue walking her dog. I watched her leave, and thought about her ass for days afterwards. Damn.
I didn't see her again during that visit, and I found that I was disappointed. I was curious if she had a new swimsuit to go with that smaller body. She was still chubby, but man, her tit to waist ratio was much less proportional. Her tits were way bigger than her waist, I mean. My girlfriend and I had started to have some problems, predictably. I say predictably because most of my relationship problems start when I'm really busy with work. Things had slowed down a bit, gotten a little less hectic, but she was still annoyed with me for having to cancel on her so many times.
Then in June, she told me she didn't want to be with me anymore. Hey, at least she didn't cheat! Or at least if she did, I didn't know about it. I get it. The relationship had run its course. She was a good person, but no real passion for anyone or anything, which meant that I didn't have much passion for her anymore either. It's hard to keep interest in someone who is just into her career and nothing else. We had been living together, and so she needed time to move her things out. To make things less awkward, I made arrangements to go to Palm Springs while she moved out.
Man, it was hot. I mean, I've been there in June before, but 108 degrees when you're used to 68 and rainy is quite a shock. I'd get up and go to the gym, then head to the pool or to my parents' place to hang out. I bumped into her again about four days into my week, walking her dog, and damn. Down at least another ten pounds, wearing short denim shorts and a tank top, tan, her hair wavy and long. The definition of Californian except nothing about her is fake. "You look amazing!" I couldn't help but say after we said our initial hellos." "Thanks," she said, smiling. "School just let out, Thank God!" "So I'll see you at the pool then?" I asked, not able to help myself. "Sure, though you know you can come for a drink at my place any time." she replied, telling me her unit number and pointing in that direction. I realized that her patio was in view of my balcony, and almost lost my shit.
Because I had been seeing parts of her naked this entire week. I went out to my balcony to smoke some pot one day and noticed that when I looked through the trees, I could see the most delightfully naked tan legs and a pale pussy. I shook my head, not believing that I was seeing this, but as I watched, a hand came down and started rubbing the pussy, spreading it. I have never wanted to have binoculars so much in my life. I watched as she continued, just rubbing her clit, sometimes stopping for a moment to spread the lips a little to the sun, then rubbing more. Her legs went tense, her toes curled, and her hand moved furiously between her legs, not making a sound as she came. I didn't wait around to see who it was, but went inside to jack off, of course.
This was that woman. I could not believe it. I'd seen her a few more times too, once as she sat up rubbing oil on her arms, breasts and legs, but her head had been covered by a hat before she leaned back to lay in the sun. I'd stayed on my balcony that day, and I was rewarded for my patience again, watching her pleasure herself in the sun. I took my cock out that day, stroking it, cumming silently on the balcony railing.
Right then, I decided, I would go to her place for a drink. I had to know more about her. I'd been fantasizing about this faceless woman for the days I had been there so far, but I wanted to see if she was into me at all. So far, she had just been friendly, maybe a little flirty, but nothing outrageous. "How about getting dinner with me tonight?" I called after her. "Are you sure your girlfriend won't mind?" she asked, puzzled. "No, we broke up, she's moving out right now probably." I replied. "Oh. Sure, dinner sounds nice." "I'll come get you at 7," I told her.
I decided to play it casual, but I did go to Albertson's and grab a bottle of champagne and some beer for my fridge, just in case I could bring this gorgeous sex goddess back to my place. I jacked off in the shower, thinking of her spread legs on that patio chair, not realizing that she's being watched. I shaved my face, which I hadn't done in 4 days. I arrived promptly at 7, and she opened her door and said, "I'm almost ready, come on in a sec while I get Bella in her cage." I popped into her place, and was pleased to see how cozy it was. "Welcome to Ohio," she said laughingly. "No, "I like it," I said, admiring her wooden side tables and comfortable chairs and couch. "It's not my taste," she replied, saying "I inherited most of this furniture from my parents, when they downsized." "I still like it. It's homey. People get too crazy with the modern furniture."
"So where are you taking me?" She asked, grabbing her purse from a shelf just inside her apartment. "I thought we'd go to Tropicale," I said. She smiled, and I led her out to my car, opening her door for her, old school. But I really just wanted to check out her legs. She was wearing a cute black strappy sundress that had tiny flowers on it in light pink. Good amount of cleavage, but still tasteful. She's not obvious with her sexyness, I thought. I'd made reservations at Tropicale because you never can tell when it's going to be busy there. I asked to sit on the patio, and I was glad they sat us kind of in the back, away from the noise of the bar. We started chatting, as usual, it's never hard to talk to her. She's just a fun person. I'm always shocked she's not dating someone. I asked her about this, and she laughed and said, "I'm hoping to have a boyfriend this summer, but we'll see if it works out." I asked if she had any prospects and she said, "Not really anything too promising yet." She looked a bit sad for a moment but perked up and said, "It's okay, I have been dating myself awhile now, and I might commit any day now." We laughed and I said, "Seriously, I can't understand how you haven't been snatched up yet." "It's only a matter of time," she replied, taking a deep breath and smiling. I wondered right then if I was too late. Am I in the friend zone? But I decided I didn't care. I was at dinner with a beautiful, smart, funny woman. If I'm in the friend zone, I'm in the friend zone, but she is so fun, I don't care.
After dinner, I asked her, "Do you want to go to Tonga Hut and get a few drinks?" "Sure," she said. Back to the car, and over to Tonga Hut. We ordered drinks and I excused myself to use the bathroom, and when I returned, there was a latino guy talking to her. I stood back and watched, curious to see her reaction. He was an attractive guy, younger, tall, dark and handsome. She shook her head at him, smiling, but obviously telling him no to whatever he was asking. He leaned in as she turned away and spoke in her ear, and she turned red, turning to him and obviously saying no to whatever he was saying. I walked over then, deciding to let him know that she is mine, at least in order to get him out of there. I leaned in and kissed her quickly, but full on the mouth, and said "Sorry to keep you waiting, honey." Her eyes widened slightly at me, but then she followed my cue, "That's okay, babe. I ordered your drink." "Is this guy bothering you?" I asked, and he backed away, his hands up like he's surrendering. "No, I think he got the idea," she said. "Sorry about that," I said. She smiled. "That's okay. It happens." "What happens?" "Me being hit on by undesirables." "Oh, I meant the kiss. I know you're hit on by undesirables." She blushed a little (Blushed? Really? Who blushes these days?) and said, "Oh, I didn't mind that." I took a drink considering, then said, "Well, if you don't mind..." and leaned in kissing her again, this time taking my time, tasting her lips, the sweet vodka and sprite on her mouth. I felt, rather than heard her moan into my mouth when I deepened the kiss, and I was hard, instantly.
I pulled away to take a drink, shocked at how turned on I was, and at how fast, too. She drank from her drink as well, and I could see she was out of breath. "Good. I"m not the only one who enjoyed that," I thought. I went back to chatting with her, asking her how school had ended up. She shared some stories, and we had another drink, then another. She got up to dance a few times, and I enjoyed watching her, part of me thinking of the other things I've seen her do. I enjoyed watching other men watch her too. "She really doesn't know the effect she has on men," I thought watching her move rhythmically to the songs. Most men had their eyes on her. She went to the ladies room after a particularly fast song, and I paid the tab, ready to go, ready to see if this night was going to lead to something more.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked when she returned. She nodded, and I saw her bite her lip. I called an Uber, too drunk to drive, and while we waited outside Tonga Hut, I pulled her to me to kiss her again. "Mmmm" she murmured into my lips. I pulled away, and said, "Do you have any clue how sexy you are?" She bit her lip and shook her head no, her eyes wide. I kissed her again, proudly making out with her in front of Tonga Hut as we waited for the Uber. Wanting to peel that dress off of her. Wanting to see if she's wet and hot like she was in the sun that day.
We got into the Uber, and made the usual sort of chat that you do with an Uber driver. When we got back to the complex, I asked if she wanted to have another drink at my place. She nodded, and I led her up the stairs to my condo. Her eyes are so expressive, and when she saw where I lived, they widened, and I saw them dart towards me. It had cooled down considerably, so I suggested we go out on the patio, getting the champagne out for her and beer for me. I brought her her drink and she stood at the balcony, looking down at her place. I wondered if she was wondering if I could see her there, sunbathing nude.
I stepped up behind her, pressing my body close, and moving her hair away from her neck, I kissed her there, tasting salt from her sweat from dancing earlier. She sighed, leaning her head back against my shoulder, and I took her cue and continued kissing her there, just under her ear. I started talking softly to her then, sensing that she wanted me to tell her what I had seen. "Cici, I saw the most amazing thing from my balcony earlier this week." I heard her breath catch, and kissed her neck again, my hands reaching around to take her breasts in my hands over her dress and bra. She moaned softly, and pressed herself back against me again. "I saw these two beautiful legs and pussy laying in the sun," she gasped, "and then I saw hands rubbing that pussy, legs tensing, toes curling until something happened." She moaned softly again. "Can you tell me what happened, Cici?" I murmured into her ear. She shuddered, "I came," she said softly. I pulled down the straps of her dress, revealing her chest encased in her bra to the night breeze. "That's right," I said, "You came." She shuddered against me, and I continued kissing her neck and massaging those breasts, now through her bra.
"I didn't know it was you," I said, "Not until today, not until you told me where you lived." She sighed. I stopped to turn her to me, unhooking her bra, and pulling it off, revealing her gorgeous breasts to the night air. Her nipples are dark, darker than I imagined they would be. Most blondes, their nipples are lighter, but even in the dim light from the lit path beneath us, I could tell they were darker. "Jesus, Cici, how big are these?" She smiled, "40G". "Fuck me." I said, and leaned down to kiss them, sucking on them. She ran her hands through my hair and held my head to each in turn. I pulled her dress down the rest of her body, revealing black lace panties, which I quickly disposed of as well. I could smell her musk, her scent as I did so, and my hands were dying to touch her pussy, to find out how wet she was, but I waited. I stood again and turned her around, and she gasped. "You like being naked outside, don't you?" I said, kissing her neck again, this time my hands grabbing her breasts more roughly. She moaned a little loudly.
Not able to wait anymore, I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, my cock springing free to the night air. I reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, finding her soaked, and I spread her legs and quickly thrusted up into her from behind. "Can you imagine if Adam came out on his balcony right now? What he would see?" I felt her pussy clench around my cock as I whispered this. She was so wet and tight I could barely contain my own orgasm. I pulled out quickly, so I wouldn't cum. She whimpered, yes, whimpered. "Don't worry," I said, "I'm not done fucking you." She sighed, and laughed. "Good," she said. "I need it." I turned her to me and kissed her hard on the mouth, and her hands found my cock between us, rubbing it. I moaned in her mouth then.
She knelt suddenly, and I watched as she opened her mouth and took my cock in, her tongue laving around it. My head fell back in pleasure, my balls starting to boil. Man, she had skills. I never would have guessed, but even now, writing this, I'm hard thinking about her mouth on me. She expertly got my cock wet and then without reservation took it in as far as she could, gagging on it. Is there anything better than a woman gagging on your cock? She bobbed her head up and down my cock, but she would stop short of me cumming. She seemed to sense when I was getting too excited and stop to just stroke it. I pulled her back to her feet after this torture and took her into my place, into my bed.
I spread her legs wide and just looked at her for a moment. Her pussy was swollen with lust, her nipples hard, and I leaned down to lick her clit, and she moaned, this time, loudly. I began licking with more intent, eager for more response like that, watching as she grabbed at the comforter on the bed, gripping it in her hands. I started fingering her, and her hips bucked up to my face. God she was hot for it. She moaned loudly, and started begging. "Please, oh, Please.. Yes.." I watched as she writhed, her body tensing finally, and her pussy juice flooded my mouth as she came, silent, just as she had on her patio, working her pussy by herself.
I let her come down from that, watching as she gasped for breath, before placing my cock at her pussy again, and thrusting in deep. She shuddered again, and moaned. I kissed her again, loving her mouth on mine, how eager it is. She leaned up on her shoulders, and I watched her as I fucked her tight pussy, her tits bouncing with each thrust, the most beautiful thing I had seen in a long time. She was loud, passionate in her reactions, begging for more, and I gave it to her, sweat starting to collect on my brow, moving my cock in and out of the hot, tight folds of her. So tight. And when she'd cum, which was often, her pussy would snap at my cock, holding it in place. It's a miracle I didn't cum sooner. It felt like her pussy was a mouth, a strong mouth, a vacuum. It was indescribable. I turned her over on her stomach, fucking her from behind, and that angle too was just as satisfying, her ass as delectable as every other part of her.
She pulled herself up so that she was on her knees and resting on her chest, and God, I felt like I was in heaven. She put her hands behind her back, and I realized something. This woman is a submissive. This is what she wants, to be dominated. I almost lost it then, but continued fucking her, harder now, my hands gripping her wrists in place. My other hand slapping her ass occasionally. She moaned loudly, encouraging me to fuck her. I pulled out of her pussy and considered her ass, but thought... "not today... maybe another day." I flipped her back over and moved to put my cock between her tits, and she leaned back pushing her tits together for me, as I slid my cock back and forth inside the giant cleft. I leaned up further and put my cock to her lips and she opened them willingly, I put my cock in her mouth and moved it gently in and out, and as I felt my balls boiling, I pulled out, and came all over her tits. I have never seen my cum look more beautiful on a woman before.
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