A neighbor’s [F]riend caught [M]e jerking off at a pool party (Part 1)

I was at a neighborhood pool party over Memorial Day. The hosts were a family that were always at loose ends – that’s polite talk for saying their house was always a mess and the kids were wild. The dad was distant and often absent while the mom was the neighborhood flirt. You get the idea, right?

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So they host a Memorial Day pool party, they had an in-ground pool, with all the usual pool toys, and a large deck surrounding half the pool. As a result, most anyone who was in the pool would hang out on the deck still in their swim suit, but the deck was big enough that those of us who didn’t get in the pool were mixed in with those who did.

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There were two big tables on the deck, but only one with an umbrella. As I wasn’t going to be in the pool, and no chance to cool off, I parked myself under the umbrella for the afternoon.

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At one point, several of the neighbor’s guests, a quartet of women in their late 30s and early 40s, sat down on one side of the pool, along with several other neighbors I’d been chatting with. Time passed, the neighbors all had gotten up at one point or another, and suddenly it was just those four women, one of their husbands, and me. And he was busy watching the game on his phone.

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I had been idly watching the antics in the pool, not really paying attention to the shift of population at the table, but suddenly one of the women asked the woman next to me why her boyfriend wasn’t there.

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Now, when Kendra sat down, I’d been doing my best to ignore her, because it would have been impossible not to stare had I looked at her. She was a bigger girl, as the saying goes, but damn did she carry it off well. She was wearing a leopard print bikini, modest bottoms that just clung so tight to her, like they were painted on. The triangle top was threatening to tear; she was buxom, voluptuous, stacked, built, an overflowing delight.

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And her skin, either a genetic miracle, or she took extremely good care of it. Dark, soft, perfect complexion, it was obvious she’d spent a lot of time in the sun, but appropriately so.

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I worked very hard to keep my face pointed away from her, I was NOT going to put myself in the position of hearing “My eyes are up here”. And that would have happened, each of the women had commented on how hot she looked, and how they each envied the way she was busting out of her bikini top.

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Still, as she talked animatedly with her friends, it was impossible not to catch a glimpse once in a while. I’d let her ‘accidentally’ come into my field of view as I was watching the kids horseplay on the deck behind her.

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I was wearing baggy shorts and an even baggier shirt, so I wasn’t worried that anyone would be able to see that I had developed quite an erection, to the contrary, I enjoyed the throbbing just a couple of feet from this work of art.

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She then delivers a response to her friend that brought my erection to full alert. “I kicked the son of a bitch out. He got caught downtown getting a blow job from some skank. I’m done with him.” Her friends all cooed in support, admitting that they never liked him, and good riddance. She looked around, making sure there weren’t any kids within earshot. “I’m all about the cock. I’d blow him any time he wanted, I don’t know why he had to go out and get sucked by some ho.”

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They continued to pile on, one of them adding an explicit comment about Kendra’s body, how she was so sexy, look at her now, spilling out of her bikini, what man wouldn’t want that every chance he got? That her (former) boyfriend was an idiot.

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Well, this was too much to bear. The other girls all started chattering about blowjobs, one of them only took care of her husband when she wanted something, another agreed with Kendra, saying she loved the cock too. It was just rude, the four of them talking amongst themselves. I pretended that I was intently watching the folks in the pool, not listening to them, and they acted as if the sports-watching husband and I weren’t there.

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I finished my beer, and realized that I probably needed to visit the bathroom, before it got uncomfortable. I grabbed the empty bottle and stood up, looking around to see if anyone else had an empty, or wanted another. “I’ll be a minute.”

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Holding the empties in front of me, I was able to make sure that the bulge in my shorts wasn’t going to become accidentally evident to anyone. I could feel it get stiffer as I walked, the friction of my underwear arousing me even more than the expanse of curvy flesh immediately next to me had already. It really would have been uncomfortable for one of those drunk women to call out about “Looks like he’s thinking about getting a blowjob!” and with the way they were going, it wouldn’t have been a surprise if they had.

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I dropped the empty bottles in the bucket next to the cooler by the backdoor, and head inside, leaving the women to their conversation.

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I made my way past the kitchen down the hallway to the bathroom, only to see the door at the end of the hallway was closed. Good thing I decided to go now, while I wasn’t under duress. As I got closer, I saw a hand-lettered sign on the door saying the doorknob was broken, to use the door in the master bedroom to get into the bathroom.

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I do so, walking through an absolute disaster of a bedroom, clothes, boxes, piles of magazines everywhere. Between two open closets was a partly open louvered door, this has to be the entrance to the bathroom.

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I walked in and found a long, narrow room. The hallway door was at one end, the bathroom door was around a corner near the other end. There was a long double sink vanity, I mean, really long, like 20 feet. And there were piles of clothes, towels, and various toiletries covering the entire surface.

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By now I really needed to pee, so I stood in front of the toilet, unzipped and eventually was able to maneuver my stiff cock out of the fly of my boxers. After a minute, I realized that I was going to have to calm down, no way was I going to be able to go while this stuff. Then I realized that once I started, I would likely spray everywhere but the bowl. So I tugged my shorts and boxers off, smirking as my cock boinged up and down when it popped out of the fly, and sat down, and waited for my erection to subside enough.

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As I sat there, I saw a table/shelf unit across from me, with another stack of clothes on it. A blouse, a skirt, a lacy turquoise bra, and a matching thong. I realized that these were the clothes that Kendra had been wearing when she arrived, and that she’d changed into her bikini partway through the afternoon.

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I couldn’t take my eyes off her lacy bra, her skimpy thong, it seemed very intimate and erotic to see what she had been wearing. And then with the expanse of skin she was showing off at the pool, my imagination put two and two together.

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Unfortunately, this display did not help my erection to subside, quite the contrary. Before I realized what was happening, I began stroking my hard cock while looking at her clothes. Then that naughty voice inside my head told me it’d be ok if I touched her panties, so I reached forward and picked it up. It was very soft, very sheer, so easy to imagine her, topless, just wearing this skimpy little bit of nothing, saying how much she loved the cock. Suddenly I really needed to cum, even worse than I needed to pee.

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The toilet was jammed between the vanity and the wall, in a very restricted location, so I decided that it’d be faster to stand back up and finish off that way.

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So I stood up, leaned back against the vanity, and with my shorts and boxers down at my ankles, started to vigorously stroke with one hand while holding her little string thong in the other.

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(to be continued….)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c4uqqu/a_neighbors_friend_caught_me_jerking_off_at_a