'Deolu #ONIRANU Bubble!

Crazy Lenny: My adventures with the Landlord’s Daughters XII (18+)

She giggled nervously and looked at me. For a moment the smile on her face disappeared and I thought she might tell me to get lost or turn away in disgust. Then the smile returned.

“Okay, Good Neighbor Lenny,” she said. “But I want to see your short first. Off of you. And you have to turn the light off.”

“Okay,” I said, easing my shorts down and past my ankles. “How’s this?” I asked, holding my dripping shorts up for viewing.

“All right. Now the lights!” she giggled.

I pressed the button on the switch and the light was extinguished. In the dim starlight, I could see her drape her towel on the rack beside the tub next to mine. With slow deliberation, she pulled at the belt of her robe. As it opened up, she shrugged it off her shoulders and hung it on the rack. Although I could see her pale green-colored robe, the outline of her body was swallowed by the shadows. As she and stepped into the tub, I could make out the shape of her trim backside as it disappeared into the bubbling water.

She was a well-kept girl, with beautiful breasts that wiggled nicely as she settled herself down into the tub. Mindful of our state of dress or lack thereof, we were polite and careful to sit at opposite corners of the tub. As our eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, I could begin to make out her beautiful features in the dim light. It appeared as if she was rubbing her hands all over her body beneath the surface.

“This feels so good!” she remarked, bringing her arms up to rest them on the side of the tub.

I took another sip of my drink.

“What are you drinking?” she asked meekly.

“Coke. Would you like a sip?”

“Sure,” she answered, leaning toward me slightly.

I held out my glass so that she could take a sip.

“Whoa!” she said with a cough.

“I mixed it with whiskey, Kiddo.”

“I’m not a kid,” she protested strongly. “You can call me Ginika.”

“All right. Ginika it is.”

“Kiddo sounds like something you would call a child.”

“Well, let’s see. You are a kid to me. You’ve just finished your first year, right?”

She nodded.

“So that makes you what 20 or 21?”

“Twenty-one next month,” she said.

“So doing some quick math, let’s see, that means that I graduated from high school the year you were born.”

She laughed nervously at my hasty addition.

“You’re not that old are you?” she said looking quite surprised. “You look lots younger.”

“Thanks,” I replied shyly. “Must be all the clean living in my past.”

“Well, that isn’t any fun,” she replied with a laugh, before taking a close look at me in the moonlight.

“I can’t believe you’re that old. I mean, not that you’re all that old.”

“I am,” I said frankly. “But should it make any difference?”

“Not to me,” she said with a shake of her head, her eyes looking at me defiantly. “Besides I think there’s something kind of sexy about older guys.”

“Well, given our present circumstances, maybe we should let that topic lie there.”

She laughed again, a more comfortable laugh. “Can I have another sip of your strong medicine?”

“Sure, why don’t you take it all? I’ll be the drunk and swill it from the bottle.”

She laughed again as I handed her my glass. I pulled the cap from the bottle and took a drink. As we sipped, we began to talk, small talk at first about her life at university and my life at home. She asked me about my relationship and exes; I asked her about her boyfriend at school, and she told me that they were supposed to go out tonight but he called at the last minute to cancel. It seemed obvious that those were not topics that either of us wanted to discuss. So our conversation soon returned to the beautiful night, being neighbors, and sitting naked in a hot tub.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said meekly.

“What, drink?”

“No, sit naked in the tub with a man,” she remarked with a little girlish smile. “And drink. After my graduation party, my girlfriends and I got naked and jumped in, but just that once, and it’s not the same.”

“But you were going in by yourself.”

“Yeah, because you weren’t supposed to be here.”

“Well, I am, and you were the answer to my prayer.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, before you popped up, I was thinking while sitting here, with a glass of strong drink and a sky full of stars, that all I needed was a girl.”

“And here I am,” she said, holding out her glass. “More, please?”

“Just a splash, young lady. You’re not rightfully drinking age.”

She laughed. Her smile sparkled in the dim light. She sat up and leaned forward to hold her glass toward me. I could see the roundness of the upper parts of her breasts as they bobbed near the surface, the pink nipples flirting with the night air and my eyesight. As I poured into her glass, she slipped over onto the seat beside me and then settled back.

“I like this seat best,” she remarked her eyes closing. “The drink do me just right.”

“This one works for me,” I remarked, settling back after taking a sip from the bottle.

“I think they design them differently for men and women,” she said matter-of-factually.

“And I’ll drink to the difference!” I said, hoisting the bottle up.

“Me too!” she said joining in my toast. “Man, I could get real used to this stuff. Except that it’s going right to my head.”

“Well, take it easy. It’s really for sipping.”

“Okay,” she said, setting her glass on the ledge to her side. She leaned back slipping her body down. As she did so her hand brushed my hip. “Oh, sorry.”

“That’s okay,” I replied.

Her arm remained next to me, barely brushing my side as she reclined. I set the bottle down and slipped down further, thinking that in just a few more minutes I’d be well done. As I slipped down, my hand brushed the soft silky skin of her thigh. I moved away but found the current of bubbles were pushing me toward her. So I let the force of fluid mechanics take its course.

“This is nice, Lenny,” she cooed. “It’s such a beautiful night!”

“You couldn’t paint a prettier picture,” I remarked, looking down at her. Our bodies were inching closer together. Every part of my arm and side that touched her began to tingle. Did it feel like an electric shock or a lap of flame? I couldn’t tell. “Are you comfortable?”

“Mmm, yes,” she responded. Her head was back fully on the rest, her eyes closed, a broad smile on her full lips. “Very. You’re a very good neighbor.”

“I’m all in favor of good neighborly relations,” I said.

This post has already been read 537 times!

'Deolu Oniranu Bubble

You've read mine, its time for me to read yours!
Follow me on twitter @deolububble

0

Add comment

Luxury Lingerie Brand

Luxury Lingerie Brand

Ayboll Ads