by Lara Lilly
OVERSIZED
Lara Lilly
Copyright © 2015 Lara Lilly
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction–hot, steamy fiction, yes, but 100% fiction. All details came from the imagination of the author and any similarities to actual people, places or events is coincidental.
This book is dedicated to all the lovers out there. Keep making the world a better place!
OVERSIZED
Chapter 1
Saturday afternoon Grace Clemens slipped into her new bikini, royal blue with white polka dots, and turned around to admire her ass in the mirror. Since she’d graduated high school this had become her life. Going out to the pool to work on her tan, reading magazines.
She turned around and cupped her large breasts in her hands. The nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric. Her mom had been hounding her to get a job ever since she graduated. So far she’d held her off saying she was going to enroll in community college but the deadline for that had come and gone and it was only a matter of time before the shit would hit the fan so to speak.
But today she hadn’t a care in the world. Her mom was out of town on business and she had the house to herself. And more importantly she could go use her neighbor’s pool without her mother becoming suspicious. His name was Elliot and he was probably twice her age but he was single and utterly sexy.
The new issue of Cosmo came in the mail the day before. She grabbed it off her nightstand and took a highlighter from the desk then headed next door. His car, a new Audi, was in the driveway so he was home. Actually, he told her before that any time she wanted to use the pool she could just go through the side gate but she wanted to knock on the door and let him see her up close in her new bikini. The thought of him looking at her body made her nipples come erect.
She knocked and waited. When the door didn’t open she rang the bell and waited some more. Maybe he was sleeping. She wondered briefly whether or not he slept naked and as she shrugged and was turning to the leave the door opened and Elliot was standing there in a pair of tight jeans, no shirt.
Grace made no attempt to hide her gaze wondering over his toned stomach and chest before finally settling at his lush lips. “Hi,” she said. “Were you sleeping? I hope I didn’t wake you.” She chanced a look down at the bulge in his pants, imagining that just moments before he could have been strutting around the house with his manhood out for all the world to see.
“No, I wasn’t sleeping. I’m playing a video game.”
“Oh, you play video games?” She regretted saying it immediately because it implied that he was too old for games.
“Of course,” he said smiling easily. “I’m not that old.”
Grace felt her face heating up and she looked down at the highlighter and magazine in her hand, not sure what to say next.
Elliot rescued her though. “You want to use the pool? Go for it. I’m probably going to be wrapped up in this game for the next few hours so it’s all yours.”
She managed to smile at and looked into his dark eyes for the briefest moment before the intensity was too much and she looked away again.
“Well come in. I think you know the way to the backyard right? I’ll be in my office if you need anything. Don’t drown please. Your mother would kill me.”
She giggled. “I’ll try not to.” There were a few other things she could think of that her mother would kill him for but she wouldn’t dare mention those aloud.
He went to his office and closed the door, leaving her in his large and sparsely decorated house. He had decent taste but there just wasn’t much stuff there. There was a whole lot of untouched space just waiting to be filled up. A tingling began to grow between her legs and with it her confidence too. Being near Elliot again reminded her of just how bad she wanted him and so she took a chance.
Grace knocked lightly on the door. “Elliot?”
“Yes?”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
She opened the door. The blinds were closed and it was like a cave in there. The glow from the computer monitor illuminated his face as he looked at her quickly, gave a forced smile, and went back to the screen. His fingers mashed against the keyboard.
“What are you up to?” she asked.
“Just playing this game. Like I just told you.”
He sounded a little annoyed. “Oh right. Well don’t you want to get a little sun? I mean it is good for you. Vitamin D, I heard it’s good for you. You want to join me?”
“Thanks, but not right now. I’m real close to beating this level.” His head and shoulders jerked to the side then back to center as if he were dodging something.
“Well at least let me open the blinds for you. You’re going to mess up your eyes sitting in the dark all the time.”
“Blinds,” he said, then dodged his head again. “Yeah, okay.”
She walked behind him and pulled the string letting light flood into the room. He didn’t even seem to notice. Her heart pounded against the thin material of her bikini top as she leaned forward on to his back, pretending to look at the game, letting her breasts rest on his shoulders for a moment, inhaling the sweet smell of his aftershave. “Come out if you change your mind.”
He just nodded his head and kept mashing buttons.
Outside, the sun beat down from the cloudless blue sky. The lounge chair was on the other side of the pool, in the shade of a tree. That wouldn’t do. This time of day the best sun was next to the house and she dragged the chair over setting it up right outside the window to the office. Maybe if Elliot saw her there and how nice it was outside he’d tear himself away from the computer for a bit and get some sun.
She put on a pair of dark sunglasses and laid down in the chair to start reading the magazine. There was one article in particular she was interested in: All About Oral. At nineteen years old she was still a virgin and everything about sex fascinated her. She would masturbate daily, especially now that she had so much free time.
The hot sun warmed her already brown skin and beads of sweat began to form. One dripped down the cleavage between her breasts tickling her as it slid across the supple skin. She wiped at it, brushing her hand against her nipple as she did. It hardened immediately and she shifted her ass around in the lounge chair wishing she could touch herself now.
Elliot yelled from the other side of the window. “Oh come on!”
She smiled. It was cute how he got so into it.
Reading through the article now, things began to heat up between her legs too. The author was giving tips about what to do with your hands when giving a man oral sex. How some men liked you to play with their balls and how working your hand up and down the shaft was one of the most important points. She’d given a few blow jobs to her last boyfriend but she didn’t know if she was any good at it. Some of the things she definitely wanted to remember so she took the yellow highlighter and marked it up. By the time she finished reading, half the article was a neon yellow and her pussy was soaking wet.
She put the magazine down and turned over to let her back get some sun, untying her top to avoid tan lines as she was in the habit of doing. He yelled again from inside the office.
The article got her thinking about what it would be like to have Elliot’s cock in her mouth. He’d moved in next door when she was fourteen and she’d always had a bit of a crush on him. Now that she was old enough to do something about it the thought of pleasuring him with her mouth made her pussy tingle. Her moist lips parted, forming an O shape. Imagining what it would be like, the huge pulsing cock invading her.
He was right on the other side of the window and if he wanted he could just turn around in his chair, see her half naked body right there in front of him. Surely that would be better than any video game. S
he reached back, pulled the polka-dotted material of her bottoms to the center, letting more of her ass be exposed to the sun–and maybe exposed to him if he happened to be looking. Not knowing whether he was or not turned her on even more.
Slowly, she moved her hand under her hips, down into the front of her bathing suit over her shaved pussy and slid a finger gently between the wet folds. A soft moan escaped her lips as she did and her legs quivered in anticipation. Her clitoris was swollen, throbbing, and she lightly circled her slick finger around it, moaning again, hoping he was watching her.
Then she decided to take it a step further. She sat up, letting her untied top stay on the chair and she flipped over on her back again, her large breasts lolling slightly off to the side as she laid down. Her pulse quickened and she felt her heart beating in her neck. The sweat dripped off her everywhere now.
He probably wasn’t watching–but if he was what would he do? Yell at her? Unlikely. Tell her mom. Maybe. It might be worth it though.
Her eyes darted beneath the sunglasses over to the window; you couldn’t really see inside because of the reflection. She hoped he would masturbate while he watched her and the thought of his hard cock just feet away made her even hotter and she fantasized about kneeling down in front of him, letting him take her head in his hand and put his dick in her mouth, his balls slapping roughly against her chin as she let him have his way with her face.
All this was almost too much. She would have to go home and finger herself soon if she didn’t chill out. She picked the magazine up again and tried to read it but she had to put it down because she kept reading the same sentence over and over before she realized she was thinking about his dick too much to pay any attention to the article.
She gripped the highlighter in her sweaty palm and squeezed her hand around it, feeling the hard smooth plastic. It wasn’t quite the size of a cock–his was probably much bigger–but she needed something in her pussy now.
If she was going to do this, she might as well do it right she decided. She snatched her bottoms down around her ankles so that all of her was exposed to the world. Her hand moved down to her aching pussy, slick with juices, and she started to massage the taught bundle of nerves at the top, gently working herself up.
Elliot yelled again and she froze, listening as hard as she could. She kept her head looking forward but strained her eyes sideways to the window to see if she could spot any movement from inside. Nothing. No sounds either.
Then she saw it. The blinds moved and she thought maybe she saw a figure on the other side. It was hard to tell because of the reflection but the blinds definitely moved. Was he watching her now? She took a deep breath, calming herself. Part of her wanted to abandon the plan and pull her bathing suit back on and go hide out in her room for the rest of the weekend. But the tingling between her legs was too strong and if he was watching her touch her tight, bald pussy that was the biggest turn on ever.
Slowly, she moved the highlighter down and using the fat end she gently probed between the folds, letting the moisture coat the hard plastic, spinning it around, pushing it in slightly, then pulling it out, working it in farther with each stroke, using her other hand to play with her clit. Doing it fast to get it over with. She couldn’t hang out buck naked in the man’s backyard touching herself all day. All the while she kept her eyes glued to the window to see if she saw anything else, listening for the door as well. If he came out here what would she do? Run away like a little girl? Or spread her legs for him, ask him if he liked what he saw?
The walls of her pussy contracted around the highlighter. As she fucked herself, she moaned softly, giving herself into the moment fully now. Not worrying about what might or might not happen.
Her legs twitched and the tension she’d built up deep inside her let loose with a fury as the explosion enveloped her being. Her body bucked and she moaned, loud enough that he would definitely hear her as the orgasm electrified her entire body.
When it finally ended she pulled the highlighter out and quickly fixed her bathing suit, then laid back into the chair to try to read another article. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a movement and as she looked over, the blinds snapped shut. She stared at them, eyes wide open, watching them sway ever so slightly back and forth, making the faintest clicking noise as they touched the window until finally they were still.
Chapter 2
Grace lay there until she just couldn’t take the sun anymore. Once the excitement from knowing Elliot saw her masturbate had worn off, she was just left with apprehension about what he would say. Did he actually see her though? She couldn’t be sure but there was a good chance he had so she stayed outside as long as she could, enduring the scorching heat while she worried about running into him. Her mouth was so dry now though. She had to have water. And if he said something she could just pretend she didn’t know what he was talking about.
When she stood up from the chair, her legs wobbled and her vision blurred at the edges so bad she almost fell over but managed to hold it together. Probably really dehydrated. And not thinking straight. If he confronted her about the little show she put on outside his window, that’s what she would say. The sun messed her up in the head, she didn’t know what she was doing. Maybe cry a little if it seemed appropriate.
The plan was to peak her head inside and if it looked okay she’d run through the house to the front door and go back home. Drink some water. Figure out what to do.
She gripped the knob on the backdoor and meant to turn it slowly so as to not make a sound but then she yanked her hand off and yelped in pain. The metal was freaking hot.
The door swung open suddenly and she jumped back. He was standing there in the doorway looking at her.
“Are you okay?” he said. “I thought I heard you yell.”
She looked at her hand, wanted to look anywhere but at him, her face heating up from embarrassment. “I think so. I might have burned my hand.”
“Uh oh. Better put some cold water on it. Come on.”
She looked up at him now, and he was smiling at her. It didn’t seem like he was mad or anything. Maybe he hadn’t seen her after all.
He took her wrist and led her over to the sink, turning the cold water on, and put her hand underneath the stream. “How was your sunbathing?” He asked.
“Umm. Pretty good I guess.”
“I was wondering how long you were going to stay out there cooking yourself.”
She wasn’t sure what to say. I was worried you would be mad at me for fucking myself with the highlighter didn’t have much of a ring to it. But he didn’t seem mad. In fact, this was probably the best mood he’d ever been in when she was around. “How’s the gaming going?” she asked.
“Pretty good. I’m close to finishing this one. I just came to get a beer while I do it.”
“That’s cool,” she said. He was still holding her wrist, his big hand fitting around it easily. “Could I watch?”
“If you want. It’s probably not that exciting.”
“That’s okay. Sometimes it can be fun to watch other people.” She scanned his face for a reaction but there was nothing that she noticed. He just kept smiling and nodding, looking down at her hand.
He grabbed a beer from the fridge and she filled a glass with water and gulped it down then followed him into the dark office, the blinds closed again. She didn’t mention it and set her magazine down on the desk next to his keyboard, the highlighter on top of it.
There was a chair in the corner she pulled over next to his, close enough she could smell his aftershave again. The same scent he’d had ever since she’d met him. It was the smell she associated with a man she realized. Smelling him and sitting there in the dark in her tiny bikini so close she could touch him, the place between her legs began to heat up again.
He sipped at his beer and explained to her what was going on in the game, what he needed to do to finish the level. The way he was talking about it, speaking quickly now, gesturing with his hands, look
ing over at her every now and then, those beautiful eyes of his on her, she started to get into the game also and she asked him questions about it which encouraged him to explain more.