Episode 10: Chloe’s Call

Britney Foxx entered her home through the French doors and hurried to her bedroom in order to throw her sunbathing supplies on her bed. In a mad dash she kicked open Lance’s bedroom door which wasn’t totally sealed to begin with. Surprise!

“I so called it. I knew you were in here beating off. Stop it!” Lance was only wearing a t-shirt, nothing else. He did jump at her loud entrance turning to point his erection at her. Torn between two hot as fuck women, he diverted back to his window where he could see Chloe Johnson.

“I just started. Please give me good news.”

“Put that away. Save it for outside.” She swatted at him as he crawled off of his mattress leaving his dick dangling then grabbed his sister by the shoulders. His pecker rubbed along her tummy whether she approved or not.

“What did you say to her? What did Chloe say?”

“Lots of things! I played you up as the pervert you are. She already knows you watch her. Chloe even admitted that she untied her top just for you. Not because she lusts for you though. She just felt like teasing and being mischievous. I suckered her into teasing you more, but you can’t let on that it’s a diabolical plot.” Lance in his excitement accidently wept precum on Brit’s bikini region directly above the material. Eww!

“Step back you’re spewing on me. Ugh! I told her we should humiliate you. So, when and if she acts funny you NEED to act humiliated. Got that?”

Lance narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Uh! Okay! What if I don’t want to.”

“Whatever! I made excuses like I had a fake call from my friend and had to leave. This will give you time to go have your stupid fun. The rest is up to you. Whatever you do wrong is your own fault.”

“Awesome.” He paused! “What do I do next?”

“Oh, my God!” Brit rolled her eyes white. “Do I have to guide you every step of the way? Some Mister Master you are.”

“This is different. I know you way better. And I won the bet you and I had. This is Chloe Johnson meets my Johnson.”

“You’re hopeless! Just open your window in about ten minutes to give me time to act like I’m leaving the house. Talk to her. Compliment her. Ask if she needs lotion. She will agree unless you scare her. Push her but don’t be a douche.”

“Okay. I can do this.”

“Thank me already.” Brit awaited praise.

“Cool!” He nudged her backwards from his room and slammed the door in her face. Arrogant prick! Stunned by his rudeness she exhaled her distaste.

“God, I hate you.”

Giving up and truthfully not giving a shit she went to her room to change. This scam was his problem now. After eight minutes Lance grew bold enough to open the curtains, then his window without a screen. He had removed it long ago as an easy exit to escape in the middle of the night. The screen was under his bed. Looking over at Chloe who was less than thirty feet from him he fondled his dick to garner confidence. Finally, he let it go and leaned on his windowsill.

“HEY! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!”

Chloe jumped while still lying on her belly and pulled her top over her 38C’s at the unexpected growl. She then looked around finally setting eyes on Lance. As if she didn’t know his location. Oh, she knew! Miss Johnson was a born actress.

“Just kidding!” He laughed and threw his hands up as if in self-defense. “TAKE IT ALL OFF.”

Chloe rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses, taking them off before sitting up to face him. Rolling onto her hip, both of her breasts were in full view of Lance’s optics. Hell yes!!!

“You scared the crap out of me. Why did you do that?”

“Sorry! I couldn’t resist. Don’t get dressed because of me. Your tan lines look great. Namely none!” From very vocal to unheard thoughts he added, “Look at those monsters. God, I want to cum all over those titties.”

“Do they? I can’t really tell.” She attempted to look over her shoulders awkwardly. “I despise tan lines.”

“The only way to avoid those are to tan naked. Heck! You’re pretty close as it is. You might as well.”

“Are you spying on me?” She tried not to smile. “You are, aren’t you.”

“Yeah, I won’t lie to you. Every time you lay out.” He stroked himself arrogantly out of her viewership disadvantage point. As if his shoulder moving constantly, wasn’t a dead giveaway.

“I had a hunch you did.” She pointed at him with a wagging finger. “Now that you nearly scared my bikini off of me, I think you need to be nice.”

“Sure! How?” He halted his thrashing hand out of anticipation. Lifting her lotion bottle she wiggled it at him with a mental invite that became vocalized.

“Oil my back before I lobster.”

Without a word he dove backwards and grabbed a pair of yellow net style swimming trunks, tugging them on loosely without tying the drawstring they were hard to keep up on his hips. He had been unprepared for this reality. Once attired he crawled up onto his windowsill and launched himself into a stumbling tumble to the grass below.

“Ow!”

“Are you okay?” Chloe hid her amusement.

Rolling to his feet Lance limped the rest of the way. Standing over her, he stretched the kinks out. His stiff erection bulge pointing straight up was all too easy to witness. She couldn’t help but notice his trunks tented out at the crotch. Her expression was pure awe and slightly crimson in the cheeks. “He’s skinny but in a way kind of fit. This might be more fun than I could ever imagine. I can’t go too far but I’ll push myself just for laughs. My biggest worry is Chuck finding out and kicking me to the curb over it. No neighbors in sight I should be okay as long as Lance doesn’t go bragging.”

Chloe bit her lower lip as her eyes decided it best to look away. Hesitantly, without looking at him she raised the bottle of lotion up for him to claim, unaware that her raised hand had brushed the bottle against his erection’s girth. Boing! Her shades back on she hid her amazement. “Oops! I felt that big boy. He’s even more hung than I ever considered.”

He eyed the sway of her hand tapping the bottle and grinned letting her linger. Finally, he obtained the bottle and watched her roll over and lay on her stomach. Her breasts sank back into her bikini cups lying on her blanket as her chest crushed against the ground support. Lancelot Foxx had to whistle in silence and pinch his concealed crown. “Fuck she’s built!”

Before kneeling, Lance checked out her golden butt cheeks with the bikini bottoms wrinkled up inside the crack. One final grip of his junk he dropped to his knees beside her. Popping open the attached bottle cap he trickled droplets on her back, spine, and legs. He had to pause and shiver at his luck. Bottle recapped and set aside he moved his trembling hands in for the kill. Beginning at her shoulders he lightly brushed her blonde hair aside.

“Anyone ever tell you that you look like the model, Gemma Atkinson?”

She moaned at his unexpectedly strong grip then whispered her reply. “That’s sweet. I did match my hair cut to look similar to a picture that I once saw of hers.”

“Same body in my mind.” He coughed up! “Hubba! Hubba!”

“Sweet talker! You’re just lucky I let you make up for that bit of meanness back there.”

“Sorry, again!” He moved his hands more to her furthest shoulder. In his lean his erection rubbed against her side. This made her eyelids flutter beneath her shades, a smile forming while out of his field of vision.

The sensation made her hold her breath. Even Lance once he realized his movements clenched his teeth, hoping she wouldn’t freak out. Chloe simply shivered it off and softly exhaled. “Don’t miss anywhere.”

“Let me know if I do miss a spot or if I’m not rubbing it hard enough.”

“I will. Hard can be good.” Evil smirk she had!

He grinned over her sly admission, gliding his palms lower until his fingertips tickled her ribs enough to make her stiffen up. Side to side, up and down her spine he nomadically probed her pores. At her lowest vertebrae his fingertips rolled beneath her bikini bottoms upper hem. Time and time again he tested his confidence and her acceptance, slipping under more of his knuckles each time. No arguments thus far. She was trying hard to keep her fears of going too far to herself.

After rolling his palms along her ribs again he met with her bikini strings tethered to her hips. Slithering beneath them to glaze the skin she coyly let her ass lift higher as if turned on. Sighing at her rising to the occasion he stuttered slightly.

“Are you sure you want these tan lines down here? The strings will definitely leave a trail.”

“Of course, I don’t.” She grinned sheepishly to herself. “But I don’t have much choice.”

“You could untie one side at a time. That way your hips at least are nice and brown.”

“I’m open to that idea. You’re so smart, Lance.” She tried not to laugh at praising his foolishness. This was kind of breaking the boredom she was falling prey too now that her man Chuck was back on the highway as a truck driver for a week at a time.

“Straight C student.” He chuckled, his heartbeat jumping as he untied the string at her left hip. With a brilliant thought he gently lifted the bottoms enough to tuck the string beneath it.

“That’s so sexy.” He muttered!

“Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“I can untie the other hip and tuck that string too.”

After a lengthy pause to consider his offer, she agreed. “As long as you behave.”

He stood up and stepped over her to kneel at her opposite hip. Finger’s pinching the strings apart until they came undone, he tucked that string under her as well. Realizing the abandoned oil bottle was on the opposite side of her he swallowed hoarsely. He then took the risk of leaning over her to grip the bottle. In doing so his pup tent trunks slid over her lower back. She felt every inch of his erection. A gentle whimper was heard. “Good lord! Lance must be at least seven inches, possibly eight.”

Before Chloe could formulate a response Lance drizzled more oil onto her golden flesh then straightening his posture. His attention was now on her legs. After a healthy dose of gloss his hands coated her feet as well, fingers glazing between each of her toes. Again, he found ticklish spots. “Mmm! That feels amazing, Lance! Chuck never gives me a foot massage.”

“Anytime you want one, my hands are yours.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

After a lengthy foot rub, he moved higher along her inside legs, his hands grew hesitant at her narrowing thighs. “Am I doing, okay?”

She nearly purred with her eyes closed. “Lovely!”

“I can peel the top of these bottoms down just a little. At least the tan line will be less visible. If it helps.”

“I really want an all over tan but that’s impossible.” She nibbled her lip over her mind so willingly caving to his suggestions. “You can roll it down a little I suppose.”

With both hands he pinched the sides of the bikini bottoms material and folded it over gently, revealing her butt crack by two inches.

“Good enough or do you want it lower?” He hoped! “Please God! Say yes!”

Quivering at his knuckles on her flesh she inhaled deeply almost erotically to release, “Another inch at the most.” His thoughts were loud and clear.

“I’ll give you every fucking inch you sexy bitch.” He had to grip his erection even if his shadow gave his every move away.

Eyes bulging Lance peeled and tucked the clothe more like an inch and a half. Just enough for his view to capture the sight of an extremely sexy anal cavity. He had no control over a nasal whine. She too shared a pant as she clenched her teeth.

“Nice!” He boldly admitted!

“Too much for you, Lance?”

“Not nearly enough.” He puckered with the thought. “I’m good if you are.”

He retrieved the oil bottle and dribbled a stream onto her lower back and watched it trickle into her butt ravine. The sight made him drool. Before she could utter a word Lance decided to just pull the patch of bikini off of her entire ass then yank it out from under her thighs. As she realized his forceful move, he gripped her ass cheeks and pried them apart for a better view.

“WHAT THE HELL, LANCE? I never consented to let you go that far.” She rose up on her elbows to sneer back at him, her breasts dangling but well-rounded for exposure.

He smiled at her with a cheesy grin, yet nervous. “Might as well do this right.”

“Lance! I can’t do this. You’re only eighteen, by what? A week? Two? If people saw this, I could get arrested.”

“No tan lines, I say.” He blurted!

Guilty in expression Chloe peered around them at all sides for prying eyes and saw nobody. Finally, she looked back at him as he set out without permission dribbling oil onto her cheeks to massage her now bare bottom.

“At least find me something to block us from the view of the Kramer house. They’re the ones I worry about. I don’t need them telling Chuck I let you do this.”

Lance scanned around him, then jumped to his feet leaving her to cringe. Racing to the back of her garage he literally dragged her boyfriend’s metal John boat through the yard. He then tilted it up on its side. The height concealed them easily. It amazed her that he went to such lengths.

“There! No more old people eyes.” He returned to her side again before dropping to his knees. She covered her face in her palms as Lance returned to rubbing her ass. His thumbs digging deep within pried cheeks wide. While there he grazed his thumb prints over her butthole multiple times, then slyly teased her pussy. Shaking like a leaf Chloe Johnson wheezed as his finger actually sank up inside her anus.

“Careful now. Shit! Shit! Shit!” She trembled heavily! “Laaance! Fuck!”

“Your body is freaking perfect, Chloe.”

“I’m crazy. I’m crazy. I’m crazy.” She mumbled over and over, still masking her face with her hands.

“There! I made sure even the interior rim of that pucker was glazed against the UV. You bake for a few minutes, I’ll stand guard. Then you can roll over and I’ll oil your front.” He smugly commanded as she dropped her forearms flat. Behind her Lance placed his hand down his trunks and jerked himself slowly.