Chapter 1
Jack
One of the perks of working at home as a writer is that I can take breaks to make use of the condo’s gym or lay out and suntan around the nice size pool in the center court of the property.
I must confess that my eyes often wander to gawk at the lovely women laying out in barely there bikinis. This is the food for my sex life these days. Ogling scantily clad women and jerking off like a teenager in the shower afterward
We chose condo living from the moment we were married. Jules made it clear from the beginning that she wanted only to be a professional woman. No kids.
Today is a marvelous 78 degree day and perfect for laying out to soak in some sun. I am lying next to a lovely blonde woman who looks to be in her mid-30’s laying on her stomach.
I’ve had my head turned away from her for the past ten minutes lying on my stomach. When I turn to face her, I see that she has her top untied.
My mouth drops open when she lifts up while reading a magazine. Her bikini top stays put and I am looking at her lovely bare breasts. From where we are, no one else can see us over in a secluded corner of the pool area.
I can see her coral pink areolas and nipples.
I feel my cock slowly swelling as I stare at her lovely tits.
I don’t know how long I gawked at her exposed breasts.
When I noticed a movement in her body, I looked up and saw that she was staring at me.
Fuck! She caught me. She winks at me and chuckles.
“Would you mind tying me up?” She asks softly with a grin on her face. I notice that her eyes drift to the bulge in my swim trunks as I move over to tie her bikini back in place.
When she sits up, my eyes drift to her cleavage and then the camel toe in her bikini bottom. “My name is Avery. I live on the 12th floor. I think we are neighbors,” she announces.
“Yes, I am in 1202,” I tell her. “My name is Jack,” I add. “We are in 1204, attached to the left side of your condo,” Avery tells me cheerily.
“Would you care to join me for lunch, neighbor? I have egg salad already to make sandwiches with,” Avery offers.
“I need to shower. I did a workout in the gym before laying out,” I told her. “That’s okay, just knock on my door when you are ready and I can quickly whip us up some lunch,” she answered.
I feel like a giddy teenager as I shower. With my eyes closed, I can still envision her gorgeous 36D breasts. She has a perfect 36-24-36 figure. Yellow, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
Fap, Fap, Fap, Fap. I lean back against the back of the shower while I envision her and jerk off. This will help to ensure that I won’t pop any more boners while we have lunch.
As I feel the cum boiling for release, I wonder how great it would be to shoot my cum all over those great jugs. My dick jumps in my hand four times. I watch the thick white cream float down the drain.
I am stunned when Avery opens the door. She is now wearing a skin tight pair of black leggings that are so tight that the crotch of the legging clings to her pussy lips like cling wrap. Her white cropped halter top shows a bit of under boob.
“Come in Jack. I am so happy to have someone to talk to,” Avery greets me as I step into her condo. “I was thinking the same thing ever since you asked me over,” I answered her.
I watch her magnificent tight ass sway back and forth as I follow her into the kitchen. Being on the other side of my condo, this condo is laid out in a mirror image of my place.
Once the sandwiches are made and a bowl of chips added to the lunch, we eat leisurely and sip on sangria.
Avery and I chat comfortably. When she asks how it is that I am always at home, I tell her about my writing career and mention several of my best sellers. Avery confides that she is a product reviewer.
Various businesses send her products to test out and then she sends in a review of the product. She says that she doesn’t make a whole lot of money but she does this to kill all the hours that she is alone.
“You can only watch so much porn,” I blurt out my joke before I can stop the words from tumbling out.
I see a sparkle in Avery’s eyes as she gazes over at me.
“Yeah, there is just so fake much moaning and groaning that a person can take,” she says sexily.
“The real thing is so much better,” she adds.
“I wouldn’t know. It’s been so long since I heard the real thing I might have a hard time telling if it were real or not,” I grumble. Then I am alarmed at my sudden confession to a stranger. “Yeah, I could say the same thing,” Avery answers surprisingly.
While we share a second glass of sangria, I tell Avery about how my wife has practically abandoned me over the past five years since she became the director of Rehabilitation Services.
Avery tells me that her husband Richard is a big business consultant who does take overs of other businesses. She confides that he is gone from home 240 days each year. “Even when he’s home he spends very little time with me,” she adds.
When it’s time to leave, Avery suggests that we spend some of our free time together while we have an awkward hug. I agree and we exchange numbers.