This choice: Mr. Bellamy is home, and intends to let the girls know how he feels about this. • Go Back...Chapter #4Mr. Bellamy is home, and intends to let the gir... by: Apollo   "Woah!" Aimee shouted.
It was clear the earlier drinking had already gotten the girls a little buzzed. Each of them had their own resultant struggles, but Aimee's near-faceplant into concrete was the clincher. For clarity, she wasn't accustomed to scaling fences, so the hazards of her skirt wouldn't be apparent right away even if she was sober. Although, a sober individual would have noticed the tugging as she tried to slide down and then checked her skirt - both for personal safety and to ensure an inconsequential tear in the stitching doesn't escalate to an extension of the slit. Thankfully, her bandmates were old hands at the art and were at the ready to catch her and set her right with minimal clothing damage.
"Guess we shoulda stripped beforehand," Crystal said as she pulled off her shirt.
Allison shrugged. "Eh. Old habits on public nudity I suppose." Though done for the situation, the gesture also helped her bra straps fall off her shoulders.
"Yeah, no one takes their clothes off before hoppin a fence," Jen added while sliding down her jeans and thong. "That's the easiest way ta get ya clothes stolen. Ooh. That doesn't really apply here, does it?"
"Whateva," the now-naked Aimee said. "No harm done."
The girls paid no mind to their volume. After all, they thought they were alone. Without even so much as a cursory glance, Total Breakdown lined up at the diving board. Each of them was determined to make as big an entrance as possible for their first group skinny dip. It made a splash, but also made sure to keep their audience's rapt attention. Though, their stripping was more than enough motivation for the old letch and his binoculars.
Aimee's exclamation caused the ever-prying Ed Bellamy to peek out his window to find its source, and treated him to a sight that has occupied his fantasies since he met his neighbor and her friends. The girls in that noisy band were finally naked for his viewing pleasure. And with his wife out clubbing, his withered dick was free to fill with blood as the big-tittied bassist did a nude back flip off the diving board. Not her most graceful back flip, though. It got her best bits jiggling, but Jen emerged from the pool with her face strained in anguish. Hands quickly shot up to massage her chest and abs while treading over to the side of the pool. She paused only to flash a thumbs up to ease her mates' concern and let them focus on diving in.
Diving in from his diving board. That jump-started Ed's brain. His face contorted as he started to grind his teeth. They were trespassing in his pool! Exploiting his hard work for their own self-gratification! For the sake of the drummer's can opener!
A dive that left one of her long, slender legs outstretched. Spreading her pussy lips. And she even pushed too hard, enough to make her spin towards the window. It gave him a bird's eye view of her gaping sex. Her shaved mound even rendered her erect love button completely unobstructed until she pierced the water. Her boobs may not be as magnificent as the raven-haired girl's, but seeing them thrust out as she flipped her hair backwards more than made up for it. Then there was the sheer majesty of her free swinging hair.
Following her was the blue-haired girl, who sadly chose to jackknife. It stuck her tight bottom up in the air, but only briefly. Since his view was from the side, there was very little worth seeing. Even once she straightened out, his eyes took in about as much as he would from a silhouette. No matter. The image improved once she surfaced, once the water's buoyancy went to work on her free-swinging rack. Plus, he was much more interested in the girl next door.
"Oh, come on!" Ed whined.
All Aimee did was cannonball. She started while Ed was admiring Crystal, so he didn't see anything until the thump of the board called him. And her form was so tight that all he got was the side of her butt. He saw that much when she went in her backyard to sunbathe. She didn't even bring her chest above water like the others. Her titties may have been the smallest of the bunch, but they were also the ones least flaunted. Oh well. She would have to show more if she was going to continue skinny dipping in his pool.
His pool! Without his permission! How dare they! Why...
Using every ounce of willpower he had, Ed turned himself away from the bathing intruders. Going back and forth like that wasn't going to help anything. He had to commit. He had to drown out the allure of their frolicking frames. Or override his responsibility as a homeowner and enjoy the show. Is making that choice even possible? It had better be! Otherwise, he wasn't going to accomplish a thing.
His mind resolved, Ed turned towards...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2024 Apollo (UN: fanged_loathe at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Phantom Pen has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author