This is another tale about Diane.
She and Jack had a pool and would often times, during the summer, invite neighbors over for pool parties. It was on one such afternoon that I found myself waist deep in chlorinated water with a beer in my hand. Jack was manning the barbecue and Diane was playing hostess and all was right.
Diane and I had been fooling around for a few months at this point and neither of us could help stealing knowing glances at each other as she made her rounds at the pool talking to guest, maybe around 30 in all. I wasn’t the only one glancing at Diane though, she was wearing a black and white diagonal striped bikini that was somehow modest and slutty all at the same time somehow. The top was a triangle top that she had jammed her large fake breasts into and the bottoms tied at the sides. They covered most of her ass but there was still some spilling out of the sides of the bikini and it looked as though it was painted on.
It was driving me absolutely crazy.