Of - fucking- course

“Yeah! I didn’t have plans for today, so that sounds great! Can I come in?” , giving a slight wave to the inside in punctuation.

Alex had been standing there lightly grinding their hips together, lazily looking him over, as she blocked the doorway. Clearly her mind was else, but John had missed it. The question snapped her attention, looking up at him with a warm smile.

“Yes, sir.”, Alex said with a breathy undertone. They held onto the frame, swinging slightly into the house.

John had to lean in slightly as he stepped in, still unsure completely of his own height. He walked in through the hall he had been in a few times over the years. Alex had come up from behind him, grabbing a hand with both of hers clutching it to her chest. Though she didn’t break step, leading him through the house to the backyard, the pool nearby had Maria lounging still.

John could have sworn that Alex was sniffing his arm as she led him.

Maria yells to the returning Alex, “I think it must be like some flowers or something? I’m not sure but it’s -”, finally seeing the two, as they neared her. Notably drinking in the sight of a mountain of man her sister was leading straight to her. “ ..it’s good.” they said quietly.

“Oh Maria, you remember John right?”, Alex said, not looking up from the cradled hand she still fiercely held close to her.

His free hand gave a wave to Maria. Her tight triangle squares barely leaving much to imagine. “Hey Maria, neighbor John here.”

Alex gave a slight shiver in his hand. If he could see her face, it turned a quick red. They interrupted quickly, “I’vegottagotothebathroomI’llberightback…”, in a flurry they let him go and then dashed inside.

Maria sat up, pulling their shades down to get a better look. The shelf of a chest and his wide shoulder were casting a sizable shadow.

“It’s uh, going to be a hot one today.”, Maria commented, eying the strained shirt in the sun, giving little as he shifted. Shifting in their seat, now sitting on the edge nearest him. Her head was waist high to him and rather close.

“Looks like it, huh?”, looking up, throwing up hand to shade his eyes from the early sun. He unintentionally flexed his arm, the shirt straining at the seams.

It certainly caught her eyes as she watched him move. Causing her to falter slightly in her seat, she leaned forward, further toward his stuffed package.

Taking a deep breath, she feigned to lose balance as they stood. Her hands running up his legs, finding their purchase on his shirt. “Come on, let's get a head start on the pool.”, pulling away the buttons and pulling back his shirt. “I promise to make it worth your while.”, now taking another deep breath, their breathing coming quicker now.

He helped peel the shirt away, her hands finding cobbled mid sections. Her light hands slowly tracing the fleshy intersections with a shaky breath.

“Find something you like?” John commented on her focus. He moved his hands down, Maria reflexively pulled away, relaxing as she was feeling him up. But more shocked as he went to remove his pants, struggling to pull them off his meaty thighs.

There he stood nearly naked with a nearly naked lifetime fantasy. Fuck it. He thought. Don’t half it. Whole ass it.

His meaty hand reached Maria’s backside, side leaned into the touch without thought. His hand rested on her meaty backside and then he pulled up. He held her up against his chest with the single hand and began to wade into the pool.

Little did John realize, but the splayed Maria gyrated against his bumpy abs. The water quickly washed away any evidence. Her legs were locked behind him, resting on his hips. Face resting against the pecs rubbing into them. She fell further to the intoxicating scent moment by moment.

She looked up to him, as the ‘deep’ section still saw his shoulder rising from the water. Maria’s head rose with the water, now nearing his. Though she still twitched below her, using him quite directly as a sex toy. Her eyes were lazily looking up to him, her hot breath catching at his chin.