As we arrived at her apartment lobby, I suddenly came to my senses… “Maybe I should just say goodbye here. I wouldn’t want to get into trouble with your boyfriend,” I said.
“Don’t worry about him, he’s at a work conference overseas and… He won’t be back till next weekend. But don’t get any ideas in your little perverted mind,” she said with a glint in her eye.
“I’ve yet to let you off the hook for ogling me on the beach! That lame camera cover up wasn’t fooling anyone!”
She took me by the hand to the stairwell and as I followed behind her I got a great view of her lovely ass which was not covered up by her wrap. Nice, small, firm, round buttocks, and oh god… Chloe caught me staring again.
This time she returned the favour, taking a peek at the growing bulge in my swim shorts before continuing up the stairs. She whisked me in and asked me to run in and take a shower first before I died of pneumonia in her living room.
I could believe Tricia was still being so quiet after Chloe broke the ice… Chloe had one of those water saving showers where the hot water was controlled by a gas burner at the faucet.
I couldn’t figure out the handle and asked her to come back in to the washroom to help me out. As Chloe stepped into the shower, she whisked my towel away, getting a clear view of my cock, which was still at half attention, still mesmerized by her gorgeous bikini clad body.
“Well, look who is big now ah!” She giggled.
I moved my hand to cover it up, but as the hot water came down, she reached down and pulled my hands away.
She was brushing my cock with the back of her hands…“It’s pretty big, a thick guy… And you look a lot fitter without wearing that baggy old t-shirt.” She played with her words while fondling my fucking cock.
My wife never talked to me like this… But this young beauty admired my semi-toned dad-bod. This just aroused me even more while looking at her bikini bottom.
Chloe leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, first gently, but with increasing passion and urgency. Her hands softly pressed against my chest. My hands reached around her waist, feeling her sides, her back, the smooth skin made wet by the warm shower.
I reached lower, grabbing her buttocks, feeling them beneath her bikini…
She took a short step back while her fingers now lightly caressing the top of my penis…
She reached for the soap before saying, “I should probably help you out, being my guest and all.”
She turned me around and started lathering up my back and shoulders, descending to my buttocks, slipping her hand below to brush against my balls. I turned around and tried to soap up her arms and chest, but Chloe turned out to be a ticklish girl.