Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

Neil was stunned. Embarrassed, too. The flimsy swim-team trunks were proving to be inadequate cover for the erection he felt bidding for full expression. He didn't know what to do, something down deep inside told him to wrap his arms around her too, to push his tight little ass forward until the stiffening muscle of his crotch touched her soft box. But he couldn't, not out in the open, in front of all the people staring over their patio fences and out their windows.

"Thank you so much, Neil," she whispered in his ear. "I don't know what I can do to thank you."

She stepped back and focused those deep eyes on his. He thought he might fall right inside her pupils and disappear forever. He blushed, it was a blush that broke the spectrum and, even though he didn't know it, broke any resistance the lady might have had to his boyish charm.

"Gosh, Mrs. Thompson, it wasn't anything…" muttered Neil.

"Call me Helen, please," she said.

Neil nodded. He couldn't speak

"Can I ask another favor, Neil?" she asked.

Neil eagerly looked into her stare again and felt himself falling away once more. He managed a "sure."

"Would you come inside and see if Tina's completely all right? I know you swim a lot, you'd know what to look for more than I would."

"Sure, but I think she's okay."

She took his hand and led him into the patio. "Just to make sure," she said as she closed the patio door.

They were alone, closed off from the whole pool area. Neil had never been in one of the patios before and now he realized why the tenants preferred them to lying by the pool. It was really private, cozy, like a tropical garden all to yourself. Mrs. Thompson – Helen – took him inside.

Tina was in great shape except for a sore bottom where her mother had reinforced the no-swimming-alone rule. She stood in the corner of her room and moped while Neil and Helen reassured themselves that the little girl was unharmed.

"I kept her home from school today because she said she had a cold," Helen said. "Next thing I know she's in the pool and almost drowned."

Tina sniffed.

Neil said nothing. He stood back, with his eyes averted at an angle which happened to catch the long, slender lines of Helen's supple legs. He drifted his eyes upward from the slim ankles to the tight, firm calves and full, smooth thighs. As Helen bent forward over her daughter and dried her off Neil could see the soft, plushy flesh of her lower backside creep from the inadequate bikini bottom.

The sharp contrast of her white buns against the deep tan of her legs made Neil swallow. There was no doubt that he was privileged to view flesh which was reserved for the sight, and whatever else he wanted to do with it, of her husband. And he knew she had a husband, everyone did, the man was so enormous, so bound with rippling muscles that no one ever let himself forget Helen was thoroughly married.

"All right, my sick little girl, into bed with you. And you better stay there," said Helen.

That's when Neil noticed that Tina was naked. Helen had taken off her wet sunsuit and dried the girl. Tina climbed onto her bed and pulled at the covers. For a split second before looking away Neil had an unhampered view of the little girl's bare backside. He didn't want to see it, he was already excited enough by staring at Helen, he didn't want his mind to think he was excited by a little girl. He turned away but couldn't help wondering if in time Tina's round little fanny would grow into something as wondrous as her mother's curving, full rump.

Helen led Neil into the living room after closing Tina's door. "Oh, I'm still shaking," she said.

"Well, everything's okay," Neil said.

"Yes, thanks to you. I'm so glad you were there, Neil, I never could have gotten to her in time."

Then Neil had to suffer through one of those long, painful silences while furiously trying to think of something to say. He couldn't. But Helen saved him. "I need some coffee," she said. "Would you like a cup?"

Neil knew he had to go back to work, but the questioning look from those deep eyes made it impossible to refuse, "Yes, ma'am."

"Ma'am?" Her eyebrows lifted.

"Helen," he whispered.

She smiled. "You're a very polite young man, Neil. It's a nice thing to meet someone like you."

He gritted his teeth. Every time she said something like that it made him more uncomfortable. He strained for something to say after she said that. He knew he was polite, but hell, he couldn't just agree with her, say something like, "You bet I am. I'm so polite I'm awkward when I get around women that turn me on. No, not just women, even girls." Neil just swallowed and grinned.

"Sit down, the coffee will take a minute.'

He was glad to sit, the noticeable bulge in his swimsuit was much more discreet in that position. In silence he watched while she poured two cups of hot coffee and put them on a tray.

"Most people won't drink hot coffee on a warm day," she said. "But it's been proven that a hot drink makes you feel cooler on the outside."

"Oh?" Neil was pleased with his remarkable ability at idle conversation.

"Honest," she replied with a grin. "Come on, let's sit on the patio."

She led the way with the tray and Neil followed. The lift and fall of each of her sweet buns stole his full attention. He wanted to run from the yard and dive into the cool comfort of the swimming pool before she noticed how excited he was. God, she would have to notice if his cock persisted in stiffening up like it was!

She sat on the chaise lounge and he took one of those canvas bucket-type chairs that literally swallow you. But it was a poor choice. If he put his legs together his body rolled back and he couldn't sit up and drink the coffee. He had to lean well forward with his legs spread to appear even civilized, but then the persistent bulge was visible.

Neil tried to keep from looking at her, tried to keep from even thinking about her, in an attempt to make his muscle go down: The harder he tried, the stiffer it grew. He was trapped. He knew if he stood the spike would poke straight out like a big banana. And if he waited for it to go down he might be there until midnight.

Helen leaned forward to stir her coffee and Neil unwillingly found himself drinking in the full beauty of her two bulbous breasts. Wow! He knew they were big, but as she leaned and the flimsy top hung away from them he could see the nipples and everything. Neil finally realized that breasts never looked as big as they do when they're naked.

And white. Pure white skin stretched in round, plump mounds with pink nipples on each end. Circular, fleshy, pulpy nipples with little tits on each end. Like two doorbells, two upside-down suction cups, two strawberries on mounds of creamy vanilla ice cream. That did it. Neil's cock attained full erection. It was impossible not to. All he could think about was adding his nuts and banana to her sundae breasts to make a banana split.

Then Helen sat back and fully realized what she was doing to the youthful man across from her. He could feel her eyes as they scoured his firm, well-muscled body, covered the golden tan and finally settled on the high-powered, fully stretched staff of flexed meat in his swimsuit.

"I want to reward you for saving Tina," she said.

Neil knew what she meant but couldn't do one damned thing about it. He just sat like a thunderstruck log as she sat up and reached back. She was undoing the top of her bikini and he was beginning to perspire. But that was nothing compared to the sweat that covered him as she slowly lowered the flower-printed cups away from her swollen titties.

He could have gasped if he had the energy. But it seems every bit of Neil's juices were concentrated in his crotch. His cock pounded with anxious anticipation at finally, after all these years of waiting, being able to feel the hug of warm, wet sex around its sensitive head.