Heat Wave - Oasis Apartments - Sex Stories

Heat Wave - Oasis Apartments

... and I moan as my pussy clenches with pleasure.

My orgasm reaches its peak and drops over the edge. It rushes and pulses through me, and I grip the side of the pool, and I hang on as my body rocks against the wall. As my hips gyrate and rub as close to the jet as it can.

I see my new neighbour, Connor, enter through the pool gate, and he runs over to me as my pussy continues to contract under the water. The feeling is too pleasurable, but I'm not ready to move my pussy away from the jet, and I start squirming. Breathing heavily, I look up into Connor's face with embarrassment. I think how it must look. I was half hanging out of the pool, moaning and groaning with a look of shock on my sweaty face.

“Here, let me grab that for you?” he says as he reaches for my knocked-over glass and tries to hand it to me. He’s probably around mid-thirties and handsome, with shaggy dark curly hair.

“Are you OK? Did you hurt yourself while trying to reach for the glass?”

I shake my head, slowly move my hips away from the jet with one last sigh, and gradually slip back into the water. My shaky feet hit the bottom of the pool, and his eyes fall to my chest. I look down to see my large breasts that are nearly falling out of the top of my bikini. I drop under the water and try to shove them back in as I squeal red-faced and in horror.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

My neighbour stands up and watches as I struggle to contain the girls back into their confines.

“Hey, I am in no way ...

... offended,” he says, laughing as he spins the wine glass in his fingers. He leans over the edge of the pool and looks down with a smirk on his face. “So, are you enjoying your swim there?”

I finish my task, stay under the water, and look up at my sexy neighbour who lives above me on the next level. Connor introduced himself to me when he moved in a few months ago. He is a builder who works in the city.

“Um, yes, I am enjoying it,” I say quietly. I move backwards in the water to get some space in between us.

“Here you go,” he says, holding the wine glass. I move forward, reaching my hand up to take it off him.

As I get near the wall, the water stream hits my stomach again, and I squeal in remembrance of my very recent orgasm, and I jump back in the water. Connor looks down again and smirks but doesn’t try to direct my glass closer to me. He shakes it, and I move forward in the pool again.

When the water hits me this time, I try not to react. I raise my hand to reach for the glass. Connor pulls the glass closer to him as my fingers grasp it, but it slips off from my wet hands. I fall forward slightly and bump into the wall. Connor smiles and holds it a little higher.

“I’m sure you can find the right spot again if you reach a little higher,” he says with a shit-eating grin.

I drop my hand and move backwards in the water again.

“You can keep it if you're just going to be an asshole,” I say with a huff. “I have others and don’t need to play games.”

“Awe, ...