Lisa busts me

"Steve, you old goat!" Lisa shouted from behind me, startling me half to ****.

I spun quickly to see her standing in her camisole and panties with her hands on her hips. Her long legs always looked great, but I was distracted by the scowl on her face.

"Are you becoming a pervert since moving here?" she asked rhetorically. She walked to the door and looked out at the scene by the pool. "Aaaah! The local fauna cavorting by the watering hole. So this is a National Geographic documentary?"

"I heard splashing and investigated. When I saw them, I couldn't control myself and grabbed the vidcam. There's no harm."

"Well, I guess you didn't go out and join them. I've always said you could look but not touch," she said, still scowling. She turned to face me again, and I thought she was very pissed until I noticed that her nipples were bumping out the thin silk of the camisole. "What am I going to do with you? First you ogle the neighbor's huge tits, and now you film a couple of teenaged girls having a little lesbian fun at our pool." Her scowl changed into a smirk. "I think I'm going to have to have more sex with you to keep you interested in me."

With that, she closed the distance and put her arms around my neck, her lips kissing mine hungrily. I was taken aback, but quickly kissed her back with energy. I put my hands on her back and stroked up and down her bare skin under the camisole. She must have gotten aroused by watching the girls. She was certainly hot now.