Pondering on the subject, you thought why the hell not? Your pool was daily cleaned by members of your family, but no one really plunged into it for nearly months. If your friend wished to dedicate some time to it, then it's fair game. You confirmed the agreement and she thanked your generosity. Snatching a bag of chips, you turned the TV on and awaited her arrival. Whilst on the outside you were calm and collected, you were getting excited with the image of Katie emerging in her sexy bikini - a wonderful sight it would be. The prospect was so captivating that you couldn't help but drool a bit during your semi-consciousness, dreaming of ravaging her fine figure. It came to the juncture that your doorbell rang and snapped you out of your daze.
"Coming!" you joyfully yell like one does when their mother calls them for dinner. You wiped your saliva and jumped from the couch, rushing towards the door to fulfill your unfolding destiny.
Precipitating at the entrance, you firstly peered through the scope to identify the visitor. You spontaneously recognized your dear friend, Katie, who was patiently waiting for your answer with her arms folded across her chest. Without further ado, you twisted the doorknob and the shining morning sun temporarily blinded your eyes. As your vision restored, you were greeted with a view to be commemorated.
"Hey there, hope I'm not intruding too much," Katie, dressed in nothing but a pink bikini, uttered in her natural, blossoming tone. You felt the urge to nosebleed from the explicit perspective, but you managed to hold your ground like a man. "May I come in?"
Being the casual gentleman, you couldn't leave such a cute thing in the outlook. "Of course, come on in," you generously invited.
Flipping her chocolate brown locks in an adorable manner, she infiltrated your kitchen to grab a snack or two to digest. Her lower bikini was quite tight on her ass...ets that you could perceive her butt crack peeking out of her 'protection'. Katie seemed to have lost a lot of weight since the last time you've met her in person. She appeared to have developed some ravishing curves, while her body didn't have a single trace of baby fat. The girl wasn't that skinny, per say, but her figure was still amazing to observe within your distance. She returned with a bag of goldfish which she immediately devoured the content in a rapid pace. A mysterious voice in your mind advised you to make a move before the angel progressed to your large swimming pool. You were feeling much more aroused than normal and decided to test your luck with her in spite of the repercussions.
"Did you sit on a pile of sugar today? Because you got a sweet ass." You corny bastard - that was a really terrible attempt, but it was the best you could come up with at that time. Katie shifted her attention to you and cocked an eyebrow; she looked slightly perturbed by that remark.
"Really? You think so?" Unbelievable, your silly statement seemed to work efficiently as she walked in your vicinity and took a seat on your couch. "I believe you'll need to do better than that to impress me, mister."
You stole a glimpse at those massive melons, simply asking you to squish them with your hands. Her abs contracted, giving you the full visibility of her moderately toned and compelling stomach. Her belly button consisted of a standard innie that looked very deep in depth, evoking your interest in plunging your finger at the core of the small gap. Her smile was a damper in your apprehension - displaying two rows of perfectly shaped white teeth. Her thighs...they were so round and meaty, ready to be ingested. You couldn't distinguish her feet from this angle but you mustered that they ought to be as delicious as the rest of her ostensibly flawless physique.
"My head's over here and not down there, buddy," Katie brought you back to planet Earth with her heavenly tone. "Your pool should be up and ready to go, right? I'm gonna go take and dip and see how cold it is. Hopefully, the temperature should be good in this hot weather."
As she stood up and was about to head out outdoors, you seized the marvelous opportunity to poke her side teasingly. Katie recoiled with an innocent squeal and revolted away from your fingers. Turning around, she gave you an ambrosial frown.
"Don't do that," Katie pouted in annoyance. "I'm really ticklish there." Ticklish? This appeared to be your dream come true; you retained quite the impressive tickling fetish ever since your childhood. The thought of binding women and touching them whilst they screamed in laughter genuinely spiked your arousal. In the past, you wouldn't dare to try these kinds of stunts but with a girl in a bikini, in your house, that also happened to be very sensitive? That was a totally different story.
"Ticklish you say? And how ticklish are we talking about?" you asked, wiggling your digits menacingly in midair with a sinister grin on your countenance. Katie's face resembled that of a cornered rabbit - trapped with no hopes of escape.
"No...don't you even dare!"
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