Sunday after coffee…the day was still young. Namely noon.
Zach Pedigo decided to head home early after Khloe and the darling couple Heidi and Weaver went off on their own. Rest sounded great but it was not in the cards. Roaring into his apartment complex on his Harley he noted a certain redheaded neighbor outside sunbathing. Although pale of skin, Petra Monahan found that her complexion resisted the traditional burning that pale flesh normally endured. When done in moderation the girl could manufacture a golden color, one that she was working on this fine warm day. Going without hearing his arrival due to listening to music, earplugs in her ears she didn’t discover him walk up on her and stand over her lithe little body. One leg to each side of her hips he stood tall, waiting on her to notice his shadow blocking her sunlight. Her eyes closed to the sun, shades minimally helping, she was surprised when his boot toe tapped her on a rib.
“Oh shit.” She yelps yanking her earplugs from her ears, “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come up. Hi.”
“Why are you wearing that bikini?”
“Umm! Public decency?”
“Why do I even bother with you.” He lifts his right leg over her and prepares to leave.
“WAIT! Why do you torture me so? I gave into you last night in your apartment. I joined in on playing with your friends.”
“Did you do what I told you to start doing?”
“Herman?” She appeared haunted, “Not much. I’m just not finding him…attractive.”
“Useless.” He moves another foot from her, forcing her to reach out and grab his pant leg.
“Please. I’ll work harder at it. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want a slut that can keep up with Khloe and Cleo. You’re not even close.” His ego was increasing more and more.
“I fucked two guys right next door to you that I’d never met before doing it. How is that not being a slut?”
“That was for Jaye and Bob. Not for me. Go be their little whore.”
“I WANT TO BE YOUR LITTLE WHORE.” She hopped to her knees and crawled over her blanket to kneel in front of him, her hands gravitating toward his crotch with a hopeful balance of seductiveness and aggression. Swatting her hands away he leaned over and gripped her chin firmly. Spitting in her face made her tremble like a leaf. That was new for Zach, yet it worked in showing her just how unworthy she was. As a model her self esteem took a hit.
“I sent you home to taunt Herman. If that’s not being fulfilled, I have zero use for you.”
“I’ll start right now. He’s working from home today. What…how far do you want me to go?”
“Impress me or never look my way again. Improvise! Hand me your cell.” He points at it laying on her blanket covered partially by a fashion magazine, headphones dangling as it played Adele. Slipping away she snatched it up and handed it to him, music shut off. Using it he dialed his own cell number then tossed her phone back at her. “Call me without him knowing, I’ll listen in. I better hear Herman asking you what you’re doing. Coax him out here and have him lotion you up. Among other things. No hesitation or…” He turns and walks away. She sat stunned for thirty seconds then got up with her phone and made her way inside, the spit had not even been wiped away, it would just be noted as sweat. Watching him unlock his door she waited to see if he would look her way. Not even a glance. That was the nudge she needed. Into her apartment she went.
Within she found Herman Barstow on his laptop at the small dining table they ate at. Eying her sudden return wearing only her black bikini he swallowed dryly. When she had left the apartment she had a long T-shirt over it. Now he was able to see quite a lot more skin. Not to mention an extremely healthy chest bulging against the bikini tops moderate cups, strings otherwise tied behind her back and neck. The same for her bottoms in their string held patches in front and back creeping dangerously into her heart shaped butt’s crack.
“Hey Herman.” She smiled brightly, masking her true thoughts of “Ewww!”
Removing his reading glasses he explored her assets with a glimmer of hesitation, fear mostly, “Tired of sunbathing already?”
“No. I just got thirsty. It’s really hot out today. Does it look like I’m getting darker?” She walks a slow 360 in step to let him check her out. It was then she realized that she hadn’t even called Zach. All of this preliminary work was lost.
“I…can’t tell. I haven’t seen you like this until now to judge.”
“That’s true. Be right back, gotta tinkle.” She uses the bathroom as her excuse to call Zach. As he answers she whispers, “I started teasing before I called, you missed a bit. Sorry. Stay with me…please. I’m going back out there now.”
“Hang up and let me call you. When you answer in front of him act like you’re talking to a guy you like being with. Turn it to your advantage.”
“Okay.” She swiftly hangs up and flushes the toilet, washing her hands as fast as she could. As her cell rang she walked out of the bathroom and stepped into the kitchen. Answering it she went into her dramatic implementation. “Oh my Gosh. Stevie! Where have you been? You haven’t Pendik Escort called me in three weeks. Yes, I just moved into my new place. Yes a male roommate. My roommate is really sweet.” She leans around a corner to flutter her fingers at Herman. He smiled at her compliment. Ducking back she obtained a bottled water from the fridge and paraded back into Herman’s zone. Moving to the living room she stretched out on the sofa with one leg on the floor, her bikini bottoms tightening up between her thighs.
“When are you dropping by to see the apartment? No, I don’t believe Herman would mind. Would you mind if my…friend Steven dropped by sometime?” She posed the question to Herman as his eyes locked in on her thighs, her bottoms constricting into her labia a bit without revealing lips.
“Not at all. Wait, does he have pets? I don’t need dander or I’ll be a mess for weeks.”
“Not even a cute little pussy.”
Instant sweat beading up on his brow at that devilish word, considering he was still a 30 year old virgin, left Herman shaking. That and the fact she was pinching at her bikini bottoms a bit as if straightening them for comfort.
“Oh my God! I can’t believe you just asked me that…” She giggles ignoring Herman, “A very skimpy black bikini…satisfied Mister Snoop? What? No, I don’t think so…” She now looks at Herman with a worried expression, “Herman? Does my laying here in a skimpy bikini bother you?”
“No, of course not. Feel free, you pay half the rent after all.”
“Whew! I was worried there. I don’t want to mortify you. I guess I should ask, is my talking out here keeping you from your work? I so don’t want to be impolite.”
“I’m not getting much done anyway. You’re fine, I’ll let you know if it becomes bothersome.”
“Thank you Cutie.” She winks at Herman. He had to let it sink in that she thought he was cute. Even he knew he wasn’t. “Stevie? Why aren’t you here to lotion me up? I was out sunbathing a minute ago. I’m going back out shortly. You’re always too busy. How can you not want to lotion up this hot body of mine? I bet Herman would.” She waves at Herman mouthing, “Sorry.” He sat back and just looked at her with curiosity. Just what she wanted, well, what Zach wanted. She wanted Zach…you get the idea.
Laughing aloud as if at something Steve had said she pinches then lifts her bikini bottoms in front as if peering beneath them. Lowering her voice she says, “I shave still. It might need touching…up a bit. Stop being nosey before I blush.” Herman heard every word, saw her lift her bottoms, his mind was running wild. Fingertips teasing her tummy back and forth as she bantered with Steve, she wished that Zach would talk. He was no assistance what so ever. She knew very well this was her show, his test. One that she was determined to pass. “Steeeeviiie! Stop, before I have to go to my room…and…you know.” She flares her eyes at Herman and fans her face. “So, not right. Yes, I miss you too.” She pouts as she listens to a non existent voice, “You have really got to stop.” Her fingers slip beneath her bikini bottoms as if uncontrollably drawn to it. Literally rubbing her clit she snaps a shy glance at Herman just before pulling it away and squirming a bit in her cushions. “Sorry Herman.”
“For what?” He played it off, his erection building was becoming hard to hide as he attempted to act as if reading over his monitors opened page. Herman Barstow was a book Editor for of all things a Romance novel publisher. The job was his sole learning curve for anything intimate. Things he tried to use in real life on women was turned away every time. His being taller than most men, lanky build, and nerdy Rick Moranis look was not in his favor. A dry personality gave women the creeps. Petra could empathize with the other women. Still, if it kept her in Zach’s orbit she was going to make Herman crazy. Let him think she liked him.
“Is it hot in here?” She giggled.
“The central air is on, it’s 70 degrees.”
“No wonder the girls are pointy today. Yes Stevie it’s partially due to you. You’ve always had that effect on me, making me do…stop vocalizing Petra. Oh my God! You must think horribly of me Herman.”
“Pardon? I was reading.”
“Just as well, your ears might burn.” She stands up quickly, her chest bobbing about as if begging for freedom. Having strategically set her bottled water next to the sofa on the carpet, she slyly kicks it into a roll under the loveseat. “Dang it.” Dropping to her knees with her back to Herman she bends forward to reach under the loveseat to locate it, her fingers nudging it further back on purpose. Her ass in the air, bikini bottoms sinking within her crack she continues her salvage mission.
Herman enjoyed her ass immensely and adjusted his massive tentpole beneath navy blue sweatpants. Her curves were just insane, flawless flesh stretched so tight her ass was even shiny. “Come here you.” She softly spoke to her bottle, but used her words as if meant for Herman. Mistaking it Herman stood up and walked over behind her and glared down at her ass with gnashed teeth. In peering down he realized just how Anadolu Yakası Escort visible his erection was and posed its tent pervertedly right between her crevice so that it looked as if he was fucking her from behind. “OH MY GOD! Why are you being so elusive. Well, fuck me.” She pulled her arm away and moved upward fast, turning to face Herman, his tented behemoth directly in her face. Mouth wide in awe of him being right behind her she lowered her gaze to witness his size. He immediately lost his nerve and turned away.
“HERMAN! Get back here.” His eyes bulging at her commanding request, he slowly faces her again, hoping that she wouldn’t bitch him out or call him names. “Stand where you were.” He swallows dryly, unprepared for any admission of guilt. “Here.” She points at her knees. Another step forward he was right back into her face. “Hold on Stevie. My water bottle just rolled under the loveseat.” She rests her cell face down on the carpet, “Herman is going to…lift it up.” She eyed his beast hiding in the bushes waiting to pounce. Shyly, she raises her eyes up at Herman in his 6’4 tower, mouth still gaping in amazement. He again looked directly down and lined up his tents crest where it looked like he was getting a blowjob. His fantasy was making his heart pound.
“Lift the loveseat for me.” She pouted.
“Right!” He shook off his perversion and crouched next to her and gripped the loveseat heaving it a few inches. Leaning down again, this time facing him she guides her left arm under the furniture and plucks up her bottle, her tits were ready to topple out of her bikini top. Rising back to her knees, she holds the thin bottle between her breasts thankful for its return and crushes her melons around it as if being titty fucked. The chilled bottle made her shiver. “Thank you Sweet Herman.”
“Always here to help.” He admires her bottle trapped within her creamy white mountains barely embracing a tan and clears his throat.
“Oh! Shit! That looked bad didn’t it?”
“I…would never say bad.” He shyly coughs up, his allergy raising up having touched a slightly dusty underside of the loveseat. He rose back to his feet, his dick wagging a tad in front of her, she winced slightly, confused by his monstrosity for one, that he was obviously not wearing underwear for another.
“Help me up?” She raises her hand a mere inch from his cock’s attempted swagger. His own hand claiming hers he pulled her to her feet. Standing very close to him she felt his beast graze her stomach. “I would not know what to do without you Herman. Oh shoot, Stevie.” She forgot her cell was still on the carpet. Turning her back to his, in a blur she bent over to obtain her phone, her ass directly touching his cock. Jumping upright as if startled she laughs, “That wasn’t at all compromising, was it?. I’m so sorry Herman.” A pleading look made her feign a blush.
“Accidents happen. It was…a nice accident.”
Fanning herself she shares a flirty grin then lifts her cell to her ear, “Still there Stevie? Oh my God! Do you have to know every move I…yes I was on my knees. No, I wasn’t…Stevie, he’s my roommate. I was not teasing him.” She looks at Herman staring at her without walking back to his work. Using her free hand she forms a measure of an inch and mouths, “Maybe a little.” Herman nearly fainted.
“Okay, I’m going back outside before I lose the sun. Sure you won’t come over and lotion me up? You know how I adore those big hands of yours.” She sheepishly looks at Herman’s own trembling hands. They were large, like other appendages. “Your loss Sexy Man. I’ll just find someone else to paw me up. Call me when you have time to give me some attention. Bye Stevie. See you at the Agency.” Acting as if hanging up on Stevie, she hides her cell behind her back as if scratching an itch as she pouted vividly, “Why do I bother with him?” Zach was still listening.
“Who exactly is Stevie?”
“A photographer at the Talent Agency I frequent. Model remember?” She poses like Cindy Crawford in her heyday, giggling at herself. “Remind me to share my portfolio with you sometime. It’s still at my old roommates house boxed up. I absolutely crush all of the girls in this region. Stevie’s been trying really hard to get me to pose nude. I’m slowly seeing myself doing it. Surprised I haven’t already?”
“Not really. You seem down to Earth.”
“I was raised well. Good Christian home. Any wonder why I moved away?” She dances for him in the moment then sighs lowering her arms to her side. His eyes were glued to her every move. “Well, I’m taking my wet…water bottle here outside before anyone steals my BTS blanket, shirt, and lotion. I guess I’ll just lotion myself and hope I get the…hard to get to spots good enough.” She pats her left butt cheek playfully. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
“I…can lotion you. That is…if you’re not…opposed to our roommate agreement to give each other space.”
Forcing her eyes to sparkle she shyly smiles, “Can you…behave?” She points at his erection, noting a tiny wet spot over his cloaked head. He loses confidence in a single breath.
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“You had my hopes up Herman.” She pouts her lower lip and expresses sadness.
“I did?”
“Come with me.” She battles holding her cell and bottle to her bosom and takes his hand. He had to open the door for them. Leading him downstairs and out into the backyard she releases his hand and wiggles toward her blanket. Herman was reluctant, looking everywhere for prying eyes, the parking lot, windows, the sidewalks, not a soul in sight outside the occasional car driving by. Maybe this would not scar him for life after all.
Stretching out on her belly she lowers her sunglasses to mask the dread in her eyes, should Zach be watching. This was going to be awful. Herman was just not her type in any way. She liked her men rugged and strong, handsome, and demanding. Not sweaty palms, geeky features, and wheezes. Of course, his sneezing hadn’t given him too much trouble since she had his imagination locked down. Maybe his allergies were all in his head. Staring up at him she found him a few feet away still.
“You can’t rub lotion on me from way over there.” She plucks up her bottle of sunscreen and poises it upward at him. As she awaited his nerves to relax her cell rang. Had Zach hung up on her? Lowering the bottle to her blanket until Herman grew some balls she checked out her cell. Zach’s number was indeed calling, she had yet to have time to log in any identity in her contact list. She might just enter it as non existant Stevie just for kicks. “Hello again. Change your mind about lotioning me Steven?”
Zach answered back with, “I’m watching you from your bedroom window. Do not let him come inside. TEASE HARDER.” Zach immediately went silent. He certainly had some big kahones sneaking into their apartment and her bedroom. Looking carefully at Herman, then up at her bedroom window sure enough Zach Pedigo was glaring down at her, cell to his ear.
“Mmmm!” She hummed to her thoughts then vocalized, “Too late I have another stud lined up to gloss me up. Okay, yes it’s my roommate, does it matter? He has bigger hands than you.” She giggled and again lifted her lotion toward Herman coaxing him in. Caving Herman Barstow dropped to his knees next to her and claimed the bottle. “Blocking my sun Herman. Can you move to my other side please?” In his current position his body was blocking Zach’s viewpoint. Herman stood up and moved around her easing back to his knees. He wasn’t even stressed that his erection was in the way. That part of him was bold, even if the rest of his body was shy.
“Stevie? I can’t talk dirty to you right now. Herman is getting ready to squirt lotion on me. NO, not cum. You’re terrible.” She leers back at Herman mouthing, “I’m so sorry.” Shrugging it off he squeezes a large amount of lotion into his palm and sits the bottle aside. Hands shaking he touches her back smoothly applying the lotion, fingers fanning to both sides of her ribcage. Her eyes flare at his covered territory, cooing a bit for effect, “Mmmm! That’s nice Herman. What was that Stevie? I was distracted, he’s doing my back. Do I really have to give you a play by play?” She feels Herman’s fingers get tangled in her bikini tops strings. Taking a deep breath she whispers, “Herman? You can untie my top if you need to. No tanlines would look better anyway.” Again, Herman Barstow turned white pondering the idea. Should he?
“Oh my gosh Stevie. Do you have bionic hearing? Yes I told Herman he could untie my top. You as a photographer know that tanlines are photoshoot killers. Yes, I might even risk losing my bottoms. Are you jerking off over there?” She laughed as she felt Herman’s sweats caressing her butt cheek, his erection impossible not to recognize. Hearing the questioned ejaculation of Steve, Herman eased one hand away and dared to slide it under his sweats, applying lotion as if lube without even considering the fact as he grips his monster…or was it Munster? Zach let her know that Herman’s hand was stroking his cock.
“You are jerking off aren’t you? Don’t embarrass me in front of Herman, he’s doing wonderfully.” Fearing being caught Herman removed his hand and returned it to her back, deciding to be brave and untie her top from her back and her neck. Lifting a bit afterwards Petra felt her breasts lift out of her cups, offering Herman a sideline inspection of her curvature. Moving her ponytail out of his way she lured Herman into rubbing lotion on her neckline and shoulders. His grip took her breath away. “Wow! I may let you give me massages more often Herman. Loving that manly grip. You might just be better than Stevie.” Laughing at herself she played on her words, “I wouldn’t know if he was better than you in that area Stevie. Stoooooop! I’m turning red, and it’s not from the UV rays.” She hides her face peering up at her bedroom to see Zach nodding his approval. “Holy crap! Zach has his shirt off in my bedroom. Oh my God! I’m so wet right now. Zach!!” Her thoughts were stimulating her hormones hard, tuning out Herman’s looks and picturing Zach giving her this massage. In her unexpected fantasy she squirmed a bit on her blanket, her ass rising and lowering nervously. Herman took it as a hint that she needed lotion down there. Instead of placing lotion in his hand this time he just squirted streams over her ass. Instantly she pictured Zach shooting his load on her perfect little butt.