Life With Steph - Sex Stories

Life With Steph

... case.’

‘Ooohh that’s nasty.’ Said Karen.

‘Just kidding pet.’

I said hello to Jean (their mum) and took my bag into the house; Karen slid of my back and made straight for the shed. ‘I’ll get the hose ready.’ She yelled.

‘OK I’ll just get changed then I’ll be out.’

We had the pool up in no time’ it was a large vinyl rectangle with an aluminium frame that slotted together. ‘This is going to take a bit longer to fill than I thought.’ I said to Karen.

‘We don’t need to fill it right to the top you know, I’m not bothered about actually swimming. I just want to lie down and keep cool.’

‘Okay just leave the hose over the edge and I’ll turn on the tap.’ I walked to the top of the garden to the outside tap and connected the hose. ‘Ready!’ I called to Karen.

‘Yes, turn it on now.’

As I walked back to the pool Karen was removing her shorts, she was bent forward with her back to me and I couldn’t help noticing her bathing costume cut deep into the crease of her little arse, it didn’t look as skinny and the tight material seemed to mould it into roundness, as she stood straight she prised a finger under the cloth and ran it round the leg easing the swimsuit out of her bum.

‘This bathers too tight.’ She moaned.

‘Haven’t you got another one?’ I asked her.

‘Yes but mum’s got them all packed away for our holidays. This is my school one I’ll be getting a new one for next term.

The six weeks school holidays started soon and the family were going away for ...

... two weeks to a holiday camp. Steph said she didn’t want to go because she’d miss me but it had all been booked before we met. I said it didn’t make much difference because there’s no way her mother would let her stay home alone, not with a horny hormone fuelled teenager sniffing round her daughter. I’d decided to take the week before they went and a few days after they came back as holidays but I wasn’t going anywhere, in fact I had no plans to do anything at all. I would be at a loss without Steph and most of my mates would be either away or at work.

I grabbed a folding deckchair from the garden shed and set it where I could watch Karen playing in her pool. I began to remove my t-shirt then thought better of it, I still had red marks from where Steph raked my back and shoulders and I didn’t want Karen or her mother asking awkward questions so I just settled down to read the morning paper. Steph’s voice interrupted my reading, she spoke louder than her usual speaking tone, she did this when she wanted as many people to hear what she was saying without making it obvious. ‘The pervert over the road is twitching his curtains again.’

‘What?’ I said as I looked up to where her head was just visible over the edge of the shed roof.

‘Him over the road man, he’s always staring from behind the net curtains in the bedroom, thinks I don’t know he’s there, friggin dirty old pervert.’ I glanced over to the house opposite but couldn’t see anyone. I thought to myself that I would do ...