bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Chlorine TreatmentThe Harlows have got to be the best neighbours ever! I
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Chlorine TreatmentThe Harlows have got to be the best neighbours ever! I mean how many people would let you come and go in their back yard as often as you want to use their pool for nothing in return?I guess it helps that I was never going to use it recreationally and they know I’m not the type to betray their trust and start inviting all my friends across. We’ve been neighbours for five years and bumped into each other plenty of times, enough that they know I’m a level headed, sensible girl. They also know I’m something of a fitness fanatic. I do lengths at the pool in the local gym for an hour three times a week in between some running and weight training.The pool arrangement came about from two coinciding discoveries. First of all my pass suddenly decided to stop working at the gym. I have no idea how it happened since I always keep up with the monthly payments and go frequently enough. Then I found out that Mr Harlow was part of the admin staff at the gym. He told me he would sort out my pass in no time at all and invited me to use his pool in the meantime. It was quite a lucky series of events.It’s so convenient to be able to throw a bikini on and hurry across for a quick swim but it has created its fair share of oddities. One particular downside is the actual water itself. I’ll only be swimming for five or ten minutes before my whole body starts to burn. It is only a soft sensation but uncomfortable all the same though it will take more than that to put me off my fitness regime. God only knows how much chlorine they must be pumping in.Then there’s the physical aspects. Although I would consider myself a fit person I’ve never had what I would call a model’s physique. I don’t eat right and I’m a little tubby. Since swimming in the back yard though my body has gone through something of a transformation. In a matter of days my whole physique has become much more toned. My tummy’s flatter and my whole frame is shapelier in a desirable way. It’s incredible and I’m definitely not complaining.I’ve not even given a mention about the other areas of improvement. My boobs have swollen up at such a quick rate that I’ve had to go out and buy new bras. My bum has bubbled out too. I’ve always wanted a curvy butt and now I finally have one with barely any effort at all. Even my hair is thicker than usual. Its grown so long that I’ve barely had the time to figure out what I’m actually going to do with it. You would almost think that the water has some sort of transformation property but that would be ludicrous of course. I guess I’ve had something of a late growth spurt and the years of fitness has finally paid off. Miracles can happen!All of these changes haven’t gone unnoticed, particularly by the opposite sex. I’ve never been the one to get sly glances or feel eyes on me and now that it’s happening its given me a boost of confidence I never had before. One gawking guy even ran into a lamppost the other day.In fact the only attention I’ve not been receiving is from the Harlows themselves. There has often been times when I’m doing my laps that I’ve glanced over at the house, secretly hoping to see a curtain flutter or blinds flicker but there’s been nothing. A lot of the time it looks like there’s nobody home for days on end.I suddenly decide to check up on them. I finish my final lap for the day and clamber out of the pool, admiring my boobs and slinky body as I patter across the patio. I’m about to rap on the back door when it opens slightly. I pause for a second and when it doesn’t move any further I push it. I’m stunned when I see Mrs Harlow stood before me. She’s in a bikini too though I’ve never seen her swimming outside.A strange sensation washes over me at the sight of her. I know it instantly though it surprises me. Lust. I never realised I had an attraction to women until now. She’s staring at me with hungry eyes and I move towards her. Our lips lock together immediately with no words exchanged and our hands begin to explore each other’s bodies. Mrs Harlow is much younger than her husband, in her early thirties at a guess, and she has a body as lithe and sexy as my own.For a split second I come to understand everything. I guess a compromised mind can’t spot when its been compromised. The water has changed me mentally and physically. I’ve been manipulated by my neighbours. Yet the thought disappears as the back door slams in my peripheral vision and I hear Mr Harlow step behind me. I feel him undo my bikini top and my hands leave Mrs Harlow and absent mindedly scrabble around for his cock. I find myself sandwiched between the two neighbours but don’t have the time to feel any embarrassment or awkwardness at the situation. Everything feels right and my mind goes wild at the sex that inevitably has to follow.When our lips finally part Mrs Harlow takes my hand gently and guides me into the hallway and up the stairs to the bedroom. Mr Harlow massages my tits from behind as he follows us, jabbing his erection into my fleshy tuschie as he goes. Only one thought flickers through my mind as I’m dragged onto the bed.The Harlows have got to be the best neighbours ever!Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the Ask Me Anything section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the Submit section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link