Truth is Better than Fiction - Part II - Sex Stories

Truth is Better than Fiction - Part II

... to the side of the pool and stretched out my arms on the edge of the pool deck, facing Samantha, who stood chest deep in the pool water about arm’s reach from me. Samantha playfully splashed me. “You just want it, so bad, don’t you?” Samantha teased, lowering her head and shaking it from side to side. “Hey, I’m a guy,” I replied. “Yes you are,” Samantha acknowledged. Samantha pulled herself up on the pool deck edge beside me. I watched at the water streamed off her tight little body. Her nipples were strong and erect, pressing against the wet fabric of her bikini top. No amount of adjustment was going to hide her nipple arousal. “I’m staying right where I am,” I remarked as Samantha tried in vain, to readjust her top. Samantha returned to her chaise lounge. She positioned herself on her stomach, her head cradled into her folded arms. She pulled at the strings to her bikini top and allowed them to fall to her side. I quickly settled on to my own chaise lounge, taking a quick peek at Samantha’s firm bubble butt, barely covered and peeking out from under her very tiny pink bikini bottom. I propped myself up on my elbows, my head resting on a hand under my chin. “What are you thinking so hard about?” Samantha asked. I looked over at her. “I am thinking about potatoes,” I replied. “Potatoes?” Samantha shot back. “Why potatoes?” “I always think about potatoes when I am frustrated,” I replied. “Like that is my fault?” Samantha shot back. “Yes,” I replied, “Yes it is.” Samantha ...

... smiled. She propped herself up on her elbows, totally forgetting she had untied her bikini top. I closed my eyes and held them closed. “I’d be lying,” Samantha remarked, “If I said I didn’t find you attractive and interesting...” I opened my eyes. Her luscious boobs were hanging uncovered, right in front of me. “But,” Samantha continued. I hated that word “but”. “But...I don’t know if I am ready.” I could feel the sting of rejection setting in. “But...if I were you’d be the one I would want to do it with.” I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I’m horny, we’re out of beer and your boobs are driving me freaking insane,” I remarked. Samantha peered down and quickly covered herself. “Oh my gawd! I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, trying to insure she was properly covered. She quickly retied her bikini top strings behind her back. “Oh my gosh,” she repeated, “I really, really am sorry!” “It’s not the first time I have seen boobs,” I replied. Samantha turned and sat up, facing me. “Do you want to go up to the apartment?” she asked. “That might be a bit dangerous,” I replied. Samantha laughed. “I live precariously,” she replied, biting down on her lower lip, as she pulled her long brown hair over her shoulder, while running her fingers through the strands. “Besides, we’re out of beer,” she added. I turned on to my side on the chaise lounge. I propped my head on my hand and smiled. “So were going for beer?” I inquired. “Beer and whatever else you want,” Samantha responded. We headed for ...