Poolside at the Flamingo [M/F]

Inspired by a true story…

Halfway through the sports section, an attractive woman in a leopard-print bikini took a seat in the lounger two rows ahead of mine. She reclined the chair as far as it would go and stretched out on her stomach, so that she was awkwardly facing toward me and my newspaper.

Every time I glanced over the page, her staring face startled me. She wasn’t actually looking—well, at least, I didn’t think so. She had sunglasses on, but by her posture and lack of movement, was probably sleeping—or, at least, close to it. Every fifteen minutes or so, her hand would lazily raise, reach back, and adjust her bikini bottom, tucking more and more of it into her crack to eliminate tan lines. Upon lying down, she’d also undone the strap of her top to give the sun free reign of her back. Though already sporting a healthy tan, she didn’t necessarily have what you’d call a “beach body.” It was fairly average, as far as toning goes. The extra weight she had on, however, ensured that her boobs and butt were both above average. The more she fiddled with her suit, the more of her plump backside I got to see…and the less interested I became in the day’s headlines.

Eventually, I set the paper down, feeling a bit drowsy from the humidity. The lenses of the girl’s glasses were still pointed in my direction, and I smiled politely and nodded, just in case there were any open eyes on the other side.

She didn’t move a muscle.

I reached back to recline my lounger but stalled when the sunbather suddenly raised her body upward for a stretch. In doing so, her breasts, which had been resting on the untied bikini top, un-flattened themselves and morphed into a very sizable rack. She brought herself up enough that they started to hang—skin stretching and straining under the weight, the outlines of her nipples now visible in the separation between boob and bikini top.

I instinctively put a hand down to partially cover my crotch, my dick having been awakened. I adjusted the interior netting of my swimsuit from the outside in as non-obvious a way as possible to help suppress the impending boner.

The girl held the position for five or six seconds, at the end of which she gave her tits the slightest shake and lay back down. Her head remained propped on her arms, still facing in my direction.

I could have sworn I saw the tiniest of smiles creep over her face when she saw me adjust my trunks yet again—which made me think the whole thing had been intentional, a flirtatious little show-off for my benefit. I reciprocated with a subtle smile—nothing too obvious or concrete, something that could be taken as innocent or not-at-all depending on one’s level of horniness.

She may have nodded slightly in response, but I couldn’t be sure.

Either way, I was getting majorly turned on and wanted to keep the game going. My dick had nearly reached full mast. I adjusted yet again, but this time gathered up the netting and tugged it back toward me, so that my dick slipped under and out. The shaft now rested against my thigh, the netting pulled up to the base. The balmy breeze made contact through the loose pant-leg and stimulated even more. I lifted my ass off the chair a few inches and gave my shorts a quick hike to the top of my waist. When I sat back down, the tip of my cock lay no more than a half-inch from the end of my pant-leg.

The sunbather pushed a strand of dark hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind an ear.

I pulled my knees back toward me, allowing the trunks to bunch just enough to expose the tip and first couple inches of my cock.

This time, I definitely saw a smile. No mistaking.

My legs shielded the sight from anyone on either side, making the peep show exclusive to her. I squirmed a little in my chair, making my exposed cock-head rub against my thigh in such a way that it grew another half-inch in the direction of my sunglassed audience of one.

The girl reached back and pulled her bottoms up tighter, so that her bikini all but disappeared. I imagined the view from the direct opposite side: the material absorbed into the folds of her pussy, her swelling lips spilling out. She bobbed her hips softly and her flesh jiggled playfully in the sunlight.

I squirmed again. The friction between penis and thigh felt good. I imagined the side of my thigh as the smooth curve of her ass cheek. I pretended to travel the roundness with the tip of my cock. Then around and in, pushing through the squeeze and the tightness of her hole. I flexed my leg and pushed my hips up, forcing my cock to slide further toward her.

She tilted her head downward to get a better look through her glasses, then raised herself up for another stretch. Her tits sagged again, hovering just above the bikini top. She supported herself with one hand, drew her other hand into her chest and gave both nipples a little flick. The whole of each thick breast swayed slightly, the taut skin rippling outward from the points of her now-very-visible nipples to the areola perimeter and fatty flesh beyond. She eased back into her chair, boobs smooshing and smudging outward, as her full upper-body weight settled once again upon them.

Out of nowhere, an older couple approached and set up shop a few seats away—beach bag, gallon of sunscreen, pool floats, the works.

“Fuck it!” the girl said suddenly, loud enough that the husband and wife gave her a dirty look. She reached back and tied her bikini top, then sat up in a huff. Grabbing her room key and drink, the girl walked with a purpose toward the hotel. She passed by close enough that I could smell her perfume but didn’t give me so much as a glance. “319,” she spat, confidently, impatiently, eyes fixed forward—almost like a sexy quarterback barking a signal at the line. She moved quickly and was nearly inside before I had even processed. Game on.

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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ry9ood/poolside_at_the_flamingo_mf