Sharing his joint and…

“Ah no thanks.” He replies, your heart sinks until he continues, “I may not even finish this joint on my own…so I’m happy to share if you’re interested.”

You feel yourself blush, grateful it’s night time. You can’t speak but nod and hurriedly place your bong off to the side and use your step ladder to meet him at the fence.

He steps to the fence but being slightly uphill and…pleasingly taller than you, has no problem reaching over. You sit atop the ladder, looking down on his body, toned abdominals in the moonlight. Below a deep V trailing to the inside of a low hanging towel. Your mouth watered as he reaches up with the joint.

You begin to take a drag as he exhales smoke rings from his last hit. So hot you think to yourself.

Embarrassingly you have a tremendous coughing fit. As you hack you wobble from your position on the fence.

Trying to balance yourself and hold on to the joint, your towel loosens and begins to slide off. Any previous courage you had about exhibitionism is gone in this moment, you desperately try to keep your towel on and in the process topple toward your neighbor’s side.

He rushes to catch you, you clutch the joint and hold your towel in place, though the breeze tells you it’s open in the back.

You feel electricity through your body as you land in his arms, one of his hands inadvertently gripping an ass cheek to keep you steady.

While slowed, you notice your fall continues as your neighbor goes down with you. The impact is light but you hear him groan and say “ow!”

You gasp in horror as hot ash from the joint falls on to his body. You scramble to brush it off him, thoughtlessly using your towel hand, which drops promptly.

You gasp again, “s-sorry. Oh I’m sorry! I-“ tears well up in your eyes, you continue to brush ash off his body aggressively, finally brushing the knot of his towel, which falls open…and out it pops.