I Fucked My Neighbor in the Pool

Chapter 14

I was hanging out with a buddy at the bar, cracking open a beer while he showed me the girls he was messaging on Tinder. I was totally checked out on his stories — it had to be at least the thirtieth chick he’d bragged about wanting to hook up with. Out of buddy loyalty, I’d glance and toss out some quick comment. But one he showed me caught me off guard: it was my neighbor from the house behind the fence. She lived on the second floor, and poor thing, whenever it got hot, she’d always peek at us swimming in the pool without an invite. I’d thought about asking her over a bunch of times, but it would’ve been kinda weird. The neighbors around here don’t mingle much, and at our place, we like to keep some distance to avoid drama.

I’d never seen her up close, but she looked like a real knockout, with shoulder-length brown hair cut in layers and always rocking headbands and big hoop earrings. She seemed like she was into some naughty fun — my friend and her had swapped some pretty steamy messages, from what I could catch while he showed me. I didn’t say a word to him about her being my neighbor — I planned to cut him out of the loop.

Back home, I grabbed my phone, tweaked the age range and distance settings, and started hunting for her. Boom! It didn’t take long, and there she was in the profile pic. I swiped right for a match and just had to wait for her to respond. I set the phone aside and went to do something else. When I checked back, she’d matched, and we kicked off a chat something like this.

“Hey, aren’t you my neighbor with the pool out back?”

“Damn, now I’m embarrassed — where do I hide my face?”

“What a trip! We’ve never even talked, and this happens right next door!”

We switched to WhatsApp after that, and the convo flowed fast. It mostly revolved around the joke that I’d never invited her over for a swim when it was scorching.

“Look, we can fix that. It’s gonna be sunny tomorrow — wanna come over?”

“Sure, why not!”

“Alright, tomorrow when you wake up, just hop the fence!”

“Deal — put a ladder on the other side?”

It was set: she’d come over around eleven in the morning, and we’d chill by the pool with some beers and tunes. And my friend? He didn’t need to know! If it came up, I could play dumb and say I didn’t recognize the pic or whatever.

The next day when she showed up, I greeted her all hyped. She was in beach gear — a pair of shorts and a light top that let her bikini peek through underneath. I gave her the house tour, pointed out the bathroom and fridge, and we took our first dip, then lounged on the pool edge with beers; the sun was brutal.

“I’m gonna end up with bikini lines, and I hate that,” she said, checking her shoulder for the tan mark starting to form.

“I noticed you don’t have any. You go topless?”

“Whenever I tan, yeah — I don’t like lines showing when I’m in a dress or open shirt around here.” She pointed to the tops of her breasts and her shoulders; she had some killer tits.

“I know it’d be kinda sleazy of me, but feel free to take the top off if you want.”

“Yeah right, like you’d hate that? You’d just stare at my tits like a perv?”

“Not like a perv, but I can’t deny I’d be looking.”

“You guys are all the same — can’t handle seeing boobs. I’m cool with it, though.”

“Go for it!”

And she did, turning her back to me and untying the knot in one smooth move, tossing the little top onto a lounge chair. Out of shyness or whatever, she didn’t let me see anything, just dipped into the water to cover her tits. For the love of all that’s holy, I tried not to stare, giving her space to get comfy.

“I feel like I should take something off too, to even things up, but then I’d be the one at a disadvantage.”

“We competing now? Nobody told me!” she said, laughing at me.

The day was a total blast. She swam over to my side, and we chatted; I could tell she was into me, so I started with those cheesy pickup lines I won’t repeat here ‘cause I’d die of embarrassment. Then she kissed me. It was one hell of a hot kiss, and the vibe heated up quick — hands roaming free under the water. Her ass was firm and round; she must work out. Her tits pressed against me, and I could feel their firmness in the squeeze of the hug.

As our kiss got going, I felt my dick hardening under my trunks, and she didn’t miss a beat when she noticed.

“Looks like someone’s getting excited down there, huh?” A naughty grin spread across her face.

“That’s the effect you have on guys!”

She didn’t ask — just kissed me again and freed my cock from my trunks. A light stroke made it swell even more in her hands. Her touch was soft and tender, like silk.

“You sure no one can see us here?”

“The only one who could is this hot neighbor next door, but looks like she went out with some stud today…” I said sarcastically, nodding toward her house.

“Sit on the steps — sit.”

I moved to the shallow end steps, where the water didn’t cover me all the way, leaving from my waist up out of the pool. She smiled the whole time, tied her hair back, and knelt down toward my dick — I was one lucky bastard, with a goldmine right next door and not knowing it. She eyed what she was about to work with, nice and calm.

“Oh my God!” The happy look on her face when she saw my cock got me fired up; it’s awesome knowing you’re hitting the spot.

She leaned in and started kissing my tip with soft pecks. It took me a sec to get comfy sitting on those pool steps in the shallow end — my body went weak from her hot mouth; I felt her tongue swirling inside, in circles. That was dangerous; she could make me cum whenever if she ramped it up even a little. Not content, she opened wide and took more of me in, showing off her skills — she slid it in about halfway, sucking slow, going even slower and harder, twisting her head at the tip.

“I’m gonna cum like this — better let me return the favor now, for real.”

She laughed at me and switched spots, but she picked the pool edge on a towel so she could lean back. I started kissing her mouth, trailing down her neck and grazing the skin of her tits; they were firm and perky, a deep brown with defined, symmetric nipples. I spent time on each one — kisses, finger caresses, then light sucks. She playfully pushed my head lower, and I laughed, sliding down.

Her side-tie bikini bottoms came off easy, revealing a shaved pubis with some trimmed hair up top and nothing on the outer lips. Her insides bloomed out like a flower, the same rich brown as her tits. Even pool-wet, you could see her juices trickling down the slit, a lone drop begging to be licked. Like a welcome kiss, I pecked each side of her pussy, watching her body’s reaction. Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me right to it. My tongue hit that lightly salty taste and the soft, wet texture of her flesh; she pulsed with every lick, spasming hard — clenching one second, opening the next.

Her moans turned to wild screams; she cursed me out and ground against my face, twerking on it like she was in charge, only stopping when she ran out of steam and let a massive orgasm from my mouth take over. A long, agonized yell that faded into a sheepish smile.

“Oh God, that was intense…” she said, laughing at me. “Got more of that in you?”

I didn’t let her move — just pulled her close enough to kiss, and without using my hands, I probed her entrance with my dick and thrust in clumsy and rough; no resistance, her wetness let me slide all the way in until I bottomed out. I heard another curse that sounded like thanks, and I started pumping, picking up speed with her reactions.

Still connected, I pulled her into the water; I fucked her while wading around the pool. She had no strength left, just muttering random swears in my ear as she took my thrusts. Tired of wandering and pounding, I spun her around at one of the shallow edges, bending her over for me; I plunged back in without mercy, gripping her hair and squeezing her neck hard, slamming with fierce anger. It didn’t take long before I felt my orgasm building — it hit strong, and I held back just enough for her to cum a second time. We finished together, sealing it with a hot load inside her.

“I’m wiped — hold up, that’s gonna hurt tomorrow!”

“Sorry if I got carried away. Wanna get out of the pool?”

I wrap it up here, but after lunch, we headed to my room and became regular fuck buddies for a long time. Like I always say, the best thing might be right next door — you just gotta pay attention.