It was ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun was already high in the sky.
There were several good-looking girls around the pool, but the crop of men wasn't too great.
"Hi, Lorna!"
"Hi, Russ."
Russ Thompson was the apartment manager. He wasn't the most handsome guy in the world, but he was well built. He was married, but at The Paradise that really didn't make a lot of difference. And as hot as Lorna was, a cock was a cock.
"Don't see you by the pool much, Lorna."
"No, but that's going to change," she said, smiling at him.
"Gonna be hot today."
"It's already hot, Russ. In fact, I think I'll take a shower."
Lorna knew his eyes followed her all the way into the pool house. She hoped he would follow his eyes.
In the pool house, she wriggled out of both the top and bottom of her bikini and slowly stepped into the shower.
Russ Thompson slipped into the pool house and locked the door behind him. He moved to the door of the shower room.
Lorna was there, naked soaping her body in the shower, and Russ' cock leaped in his swim trunks as his eyes drank in her lush figure.
She was a tall girl, ten inches over five feet, and her body was beautifully and voluptuously proportioned. Her black hair hung long and silken, and when it fell down across her shoulders it partially covered her full, high nippled tits. Ross could barely stifle the gasp that threatened to rumble from his throat as he gazed at her naked sensuality.
Then she swept her shining hair back, and he studied the smooth, cream-white skin of her tits, the dark circular areolas perfect complements to the distended buds of her nipples. She raised her arms over her head, tautly stretching the proud, full tit mounds and looking like a classical sculpture.
She stood that way for a long moment, and his eyes moved slowly down across the flat surface of her stomach, past the tiny indentation of her navel. The soft triangle of her cunt hair was as silky and black as her tresses, of very fine of her moist cunt lips. He could see the tiny tip of the clit peeking out from the soft, puffy slit in an almost innocent shyness.
She turned slightly, and he ogled the softly dimpled roundness of her ass, the rippling muscles in the backs of her full, tapered thighs.
Jesus, he thought, she has the most fantastic body I've ever laid eyes on!
Her body was causing his cock to throb. His balls suddenly started to ache with building sperm. She was so beautiful, he thought. Her tits were so full, her belly was so flat, her pubic mound so fully covered with a mat of raven black hair.
Then she stepped under the full force of the shower, and the full radiance of her alabaster skin and body appeared as the film of soap disappeared.
Quenching the spray, she pulled a towel from the top of the door and began rubbing her body. The skin seemed to ripple and come to even greater life as the towel caressed her back, her ass cheeks, her big tits, and lastly, her pubic mound.
He stepped forward, straining for a closer look. His breath caught, and he gasped as she squeezed her tits together with one hand and dropped the towel between her thighs. Her tits were huge, round, resilient globes capped with dark areolas and elongated nipples. She began frantically massaging her pussy area, running the towel up and down her cuntal slit. Her head was thrown back, her eyes hooded as if the towel were some invisible lover giving her the satisfaction of sexual friction. Tighter and tighter she squeezed her tits together. The firm flesh of her mountainous globes rippled as, at last, the nipples touched.
At that instant she dropped the towel to the floor and pushed the shower door wide.
"Do you find me beautiful, Russ?"
He sputtered, his body shaking, his eyes fixed to her voluptuous nakedness. His brain was on fire with passion and his cock beat like an angry sword in his swim trunks.
"You were watching me," she smiled.
"I… I'm sorry. I didn't know there was anyone in here. I just came in to…"
"You saw what I was doing to myself, didn't you?"
"Yes… I…"
"Didn't you find it exciting… seeing a woman playing with herself… trying to bring herself off?"
Without waiting for an answer, her eyes traveled slowly, insolently over his body, pausing at the jutting bulge in the front of his trunks her smile widened as she noticed its size. She stepped from the shower and moved provocatively toward him. Russ' mouth went dry as he watched her full hips sway and her heavy tits bounce in time with her measured walk.
"Mmmmm, you have a big dick, don't you, Russ?" Her voice and words came to him like claps of sexual thunder as she continued moving toward him. "You're handsome and you have a good, hard body. The way you're standing there looking at me… you want me, don't you, Russ? You want to fuck me, right here, right now!"