party in the pool.
"Thank you," she said apologetically.
"I didn't bring a swimsuit."
"You can borrow one of mine," Angie offered.
"You look about my size."
Molly tried to refuse, but the guests, including
Richard, managed to guilt her into it. Everyone was having a great time and
just about all the guests were beginning to feel good under the influence of
the alcohol.
"Come on. I'll pick you something out."
Angie took Molly's hand and led her into the house,
through the living room, and to a room near the back of the house. Molly
thought it must have been a guest room as it hardly lived in at all, though it
had a bed and a dresser, which was full of clothes. They entered the bedroom,
where Angie filtered through some swimsuits in the top drawer of the dresser
and handed one to Molly. Then she pointed to a bathroom down the hall and said,
"You can change in there. Come on out when you're ready."
Molly went into the bathroom as Angie returned to
the pool. When Manuel saw his mother at the pool, he snuck away without Richard
or anyone else noticing. He bumped into Molly in the hall as she was exiting
the bathroom.
"Oh, perfect timing," he joked.
"Right where I was headed. By the way, thanks for the awesome gift."
"You're welcome," Molly said, ensuring her
boobs were set right in her bikini top. "I thought you might like
that."
"I love it. How did you know the Orioles were
my favorite team?"
"A little bird told me," Molly giggled,
shaking her shoulders so that her breasts wiggled.
Manuel backed her up against the hallway wall and leaned
over her with his hand on the wall. He was a good six inches taller than Molly
and towered over her like a statue. His chest, still wet with the water from
the pool, pressed against her breasts gently as he put his lips against her
ear.
"Would that little bird's name be
Richard?"
Giggling, Molly said, "Maybe." Then she poked
Manuel in the chest with her finger and gently pushed him away, backing him up
against the opposite wall. When his back hit the wall, she flattened her palm
against his chest and slid it across his nipple. "You, sir, need to behave
yourself."
"Whassamatter, Molly? You don't like young men
wet with desire?"
By now it was clear to both of them they had a
mutual interest. There was no use pretending. Molly wanted to jump Manuel right
there in the hall, but she knew the risk was too great. She didn't want Richard
or Manuel's parents to walk in on them. She gave Manuel a playful slap on the
arm and said, "Don't be silly, young man. You're not that wet. Besides,"
she stepped forward, placing her breasts against his chest, pushing them hard
against him just below his pecs. She had to tiptoe to whisper in his ear and
said, "there's a time and a place for every purpose."
When she stepped back, she reached for her bikini
top again and wiggled it back into place. It wasn't really out of place, but
she enjoyed pretending that it was - for Manuel's benefit.
"Does it look like fits right to you?" she
asked.
As she was playing with the swimsuit top she could
see Manuel's hard on through his swim shorts. That turned her on and made her
want to pull him into the bathroom with her. But she resisted the urge. Her
face reddened with Manuel responded.
"I'll need to inspect it a little more closely
to be completely sure," he said and reached up with his hand to touch her
breast. She let him. His hand was warm and tender against her nipple as he
caressed it through the fabric of his mother's bikini top. He did the same with
his other hand before cupping both breasts in his palms and pushing up. He
watched her cleavage rise and let the breasts drop. They fell smoothly into
place with a bounce. When nothing fell out, he said, "Perfect."
Molly grinned. Her smile filled her whole face.
"Thanks," she said with a slight jaunt and walked away.
Manuel watched. Molly shook her hips a little more
aggressively than she would otherwise. It wasn't often she had a captive
audience, and
"Thank you," she said apologetically.
"I didn't bring a swimsuit."
"You can borrow one of mine," Angie offered.
"You look about my size."
Molly tried to refuse, but the guests, including
Richard, managed to guilt her into it. Everyone was having a great time and
just about all the guests were beginning to feel good under the influence of
the alcohol.
"Come on. I'll pick you something out."
Angie took Molly's hand and led her into the house,
through the living room, and to a room near the back of the house. Molly
thought it must have been a guest room as it hardly lived in at all, though it
had a bed and a dresser, which was full of clothes. They entered the bedroom,
where Angie filtered through some swimsuits in the top drawer of the dresser
and handed one to Molly. Then she pointed to a bathroom down the hall and said,
"You can change in there. Come on out when you're ready."
Molly went into the bathroom as Angie returned to
the pool. When Manuel saw his mother at the pool, he snuck away without Richard
or anyone else noticing. He bumped into Molly in the hall as she was exiting
the bathroom.
"Oh, perfect timing," he joked.
"Right where I was headed. By the way, thanks for the awesome gift."
"You're welcome," Molly said, ensuring her
boobs were set right in her bikini top. "I thought you might like
that."
"I love it. How did you know the Orioles were
my favorite team?"
"A little bird told me," Molly giggled,
shaking her shoulders so that her breasts wiggled.
Manuel backed her up against the hallway wall and leaned
over her with his hand on the wall. He was a good six inches taller than Molly
and towered over her like a statue. His chest, still wet with the water from
the pool, pressed against her breasts gently as he put his lips against her
ear.
"Would that little bird's name be
Richard?"
Giggling, Molly said, "Maybe." Then she poked
Manuel in the chest with her finger and gently pushed him away, backing him up
against the opposite wall. When his back hit the wall, she flattened her palm
against his chest and slid it across his nipple. "You, sir, need to behave
yourself."
"Whassamatter, Molly? You don't like young men
wet with desire?"
By now it was clear to both of them they had a
mutual interest. There was no use pretending. Molly wanted to jump Manuel right
there in the hall, but she knew the risk was too great. She didn't want Richard
or Manuel's parents to walk in on them. She gave Manuel a playful slap on the
arm and said, "Don't be silly, young man. You're not that wet. Besides,"
she stepped forward, placing her breasts against his chest, pushing them hard
against him just below his pecs. She had to tiptoe to whisper in his ear and
said, "there's a time and a place for every purpose."
When she stepped back, she reached for her bikini
top again and wiggled it back into place. It wasn't really out of place, but
she enjoyed pretending that it was - for Manuel's benefit.
"Does it look like fits right to you?" she
asked.
As she was playing with the swimsuit top she could
see Manuel's hard on through his swim shorts. That turned her on and made her
want to pull him into the bathroom with her. But she resisted the urge. Her
face reddened with Manuel responded.
"I'll need to inspect it a little more closely
to be completely sure," he said and reached up with his hand to touch her
breast. She let him. His hand was warm and tender against her nipple as he
caressed it through the fabric of his mother's bikini top. He did the same with
his other hand before cupping both breasts in his palms and pushing up. He
watched her cleavage rise and let the breasts drop. They fell smoothly into
place with a bounce. When nothing fell out, he said, "Perfect."
Molly grinned. Her smile filled her whole face.
"Thanks," she said with a slight jaunt and walked away.
Manuel watched. Molly shook her hips a little more
aggressively than she would otherwise. It wasn't often she had a captive
audience, and
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