1. Heat Wave - Oasis Apartments


    Date: 7/30/2024, Categories: Masturbation Author: Helsbels, Source: LushStories 

    ... burgers. You can munch on my meat and buns,” he says, chuckling at his joke.

I’m standing there with my mouth open, still not believing the turn of events.

“Do you want to make it for 7 pm? Hopefully, it’ll be a bit cooler tomorrow, and we can enjoy some food and the pool, " he says again with that cheeky grin.

He pushes off the edge, turns, and starts doing some slow strokes as he swims towards the other end of the pool.

I stand there wondering how to get out of the swimming date I agreed to, but did I agree to it? I wrap the towel around me, and Connor swims back towards the shallow end. I think I’ll have my chance to decline his offer, but he turns again to keep swimming to the other end.

Fine. I’ll cancel tomorrow. I’ll come up with an excuse. I pick up my wine glass and turn to leave. I nearly reach the gate when I hear a voice sing out.

“Tomorrow at 7 pm, Valerie from apartment 202. No excuses.”

I turn around to respond to Connor, but he’s continued swimming. I walk backwards as I watch him, contemplating how I will get out of the date, and I turn and slam out of the pool gate. For someone who just came, I’m sure in a bad mood now.

When I reach the steps, Joyce, one of the tenants and head of the Body Corporate, appears from nowhere. I inwardly groan.

Joyce, who must be nearing seventy, is an old busybody. She lost her husband a few years back, apparently, and while I’m sympathetic to her loss, she doesn’t make it easy for some tenants.

“I ...
    ... hope that wine glass is plastic, Ms. Johnson?” Joyce says, eying off the glass clenched in my hand.

“Oh, of course, Joyce,” I respond to her, tapping the plastic with my fingernail. Joyce can hear the confirmation of plastic as she makes a face when I call her by her first name. Joyce hates it and would rather be called Mrs. Peters, but I keep calling her Joyce because she annoys me sometimes, and it’s the only payback I can give.

Joyce is standing there looking uncomfortable in a dress, and the mail she's using to fan her face is making little effect. Her face is red from heat, with sweat on her upper lip and forehead.

“Maybe you should take advantage of the pool, Joyce. I’m feeling much cooler now, and Connor from 302 would probably like some company.” I say, and Joyce is already turning away from me.

“Oh really?” Joyce says as she rushes back towards her ground-floor apartment. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her move so quickly. Rude, I think to myself with amusement. She didn’t even say goodbye, I giggle to myself and think of Connor’s surprise at getting a swimming partner.

Feeling my mood lift, I feel almost euphoric as I arrive at my apartment and head to the shower to wash all the chlorine off. I strip off my bikini and throw it in the washing machine so it’s clean and fresh for tomorrow with Connor. As I turn the water on, I feel the temperature warm slightly, but not too much. I still can’t do cold showers, even with the heat.

I’m surprised; maybe I ...
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