I went back to the kitchen in my bikini, sunglasses on my head, a beach towel hanging over one arm, a bottle of sunscreen and my phone clutched in one hand and a tall plastic tumbler of iced tea in the other. I went out through the sliding door and over to a lounger in the hot sun on the west end of the pool, there I sat my stuff down and then dived right into the water. The pool was nowhere near Olympic sized, but it was long enough to get a good workout in by doing a lot of laps. I swam for perhaps a half hour before getting out, drying off, and laying down.
I slathered sunscreen on my legs, stomach, chest, arms, and face before settling in to read a book on my phone. It was less than a half hour later when I happened to glance up at Todd’s old room only to see Scott staring at me from the window. When I looked up, I saw him back up deeper into the room, clearly trying not to be seen.
I couldn’t help grinning to myself as I turned over to get more sun. I poured sunblock into my hands and rubbed it into my shoulders then slowly reached down to start rubbing it onto my bare ass below the waistband of my thong. I had only just started sensually rubbing myself when I heard the gate between our yard and Scott’s open and close then footsteps on the pool decking coming closer.
“Need any help,” Scott growled.
“I would love some,” I purred.
He picked up the bottle of sunblock and I reached behind my back and unfastened my bikini top to expose my entire back. He started at my shoulders and massaged the lotion into my skin with strong, confident strokes.
“Please explain why you are even out in the sun if you are just going to put SPF 50 all over,” he asked as he worked.
“Have you seen me,” I responded with a low chuckle. “I’m nearly transparent. Don’t let the dark hair fool you. I don’t tan. Without the sunblock I’d have to stay in my crypt during the day or risk turning into a pile of ash.”
“I like you,” I heard him laugh as his hands moved down and brushed the sides of my breasts causing me to moan softly.
“You’re funny and gorgeous,” he murmured while his hands moved down to my legs, rubbing the lotion into my ass in slow circles, pulling my cheeks apart. I was sure he could see how wet I was getting from his touch.
“I am also a genius, a snappy dresser, and make a mean taco salad,” I teased and then gasped aloud as Scott’s circling fingers dipped into my wetness and drew it down to my already-engorged clit, giving it a firm rub.
“Oh God!” I cried out, my hips twitching towards his fingers.
“You like that, baby?”
“Fuck, yes,” I grunted.
I turned my head so that I could see Scott kneeling next to me while he continued to stroke me with his fingers. He was bare chested and wearing gray boardshorts low on his hips, his erection tenting out the front. I reached out my hand and dragged my fingernails down his happy trail and then over his shorts to stroke his cock. I sucked in some air in surprise while I measured him with my hand; I knew I’d have no complaints about his size.