Hot weather in the Central Valley of California is hot weather. 105 to 110 is common here. This summer was no different. We tend to do outside chores in the morning or evening. In the evening, if you are close enough to the delta breezes, they can bring evening cooling.

An advantage of our hot weather is that it makes hot women dress for men: shorts, tiny tops, and sometimes no bra. It's wonderful girl- or woman-watching weather. I love it. I used to watch girls, but nowadays I’m more interested in watching women.

There are several women I especially enjoy watching at my apartment. I’m often sitting in the shade, just looking, because I have no interest in relationships; I’m more of a catch-and-release type. Liz is my favorite because she spends a lot of time where I can watch her. The pool, our covered patio, and the rec room—she’s always a little skimpy in the clothes department. She drives a nice car, and the apartments aren’t cheap, so she must be saving money on her clothes. She’s been living here for about a year and it took six months to introduce myself

A few months ago, we were having an extended heat spell with over 100-degree temperatures most of the time. Both Liz and I were spending a lot of time at or near the pool. We’d both use the pool to cool off, then retreat to the shaded patio area. One of the times I saw Liz heading to the pool, I used the opportunity to introduce myself. I’m well known for my pick-up lines. In fact, I have the best lines among my entire social circle.

“Hey, boy, it’s hot today, isn’t it? My name is Pete. And you are?” Cool huh?

She looked at me, but she didn’t roll her eyes, at least. “Hi Pete, I’m Liz, short for Elizabeth.”

That went well.

When I said I’m a catch-and-release type, I am, or I would be if I ever caught any. I'm six foot two, though I can never remember if that’s in my bare feet or my cowboy boots—if I had any.

I’m a little weedy-looking, but I do have terrific blue eyes. My mother tells me that all the time. All in all, I consider myself a solid C or even a C+. Sometimes. 

Liz is a solid B+ at worst.

Anyway, I have to depend on my dazzling wit and conversational repartee.  I’m trying to get some. That’s why I spend a lot of time around the pool, so I can hone my wit and repartee by talking to the women there. Did you ask if I’m a virgin?

What color is that car? I've never seen one that color.

I do have a good job, so that’s one asset I have, along with a Porsche convertible sports car too.

Anyway, Liz. I didn’t quit after my lame introduction, and eventually, I was able to spend some time talking to Liz and Pam, a friend of Liz’s. Once I get past the pick-up line stage, I can talk to women. It turns out we do have some similar interests, like mysteries, science books, Celtic new-age music, and seventies music.

We also shared funny and interesting stories. You wouldn’t think an insurance executive like Liz would have erotic stories to share. or an assistant to the CEO of a chemical company, that's me, or the vice president of a cosmetic company, That's Pam. but we did. One of Liz’s friends was caught naked under her boss on the boardroom table. She also recounted a story about the janitor who was busted with his cock in the CEO’s wife; this happened while the same CEO was caught screwing the CFO’s wife. My story is not one I’m willing to put on paper. It’s so unusual that it would point right at me. I think not. Pam's story is not fit for mixed company.

Corporate life can be more interesting than people think. These stories and more made us lower our inhibitions. A lot. 

Once, we ended up in Pam's apartment, where I was kissing Pam. Pam was kissing Liz. Well, we were kissing each other, undressing each other, and touching each other. I was having a hard time knowing whom to pay attention to. I remember slowly unbuttoning Liz's blouse, exposing her bra, while Pam unfastened Liz's bra, exposing her tits. At the same time, Liz was opening Pam's blouse and pants. My mouth was sucking on one set of tits, then the other. Liz’s skin was soft and pink. Blushing red. Pam’s was darker, and the contrast was driving me crazy. My hands were moving from Pam to Liz to Pam.

That's when Pam's phone rang. Shit, it was Pam's mom and sister on their way to visit her. The three of us hurried and got dressed, and Liz and I left. Liz, back to her apartment, and I went to the pool to cool off. Boy, I needed it.

I was worried that our visit to Pam's apartment was just a one-time thing, but in a couple of weeks, the three of us were at the pool at the same time, and we decided to revisit Pam's place. It wasn't long before I was taking their blouses and bras off, and I was caressing and kissing their tits. God, it was wonderful having two sets to play with, two sets to enjoy. They both enjoyed what I was doing, if you listened to the sounds of joy they were making.

Pam invited us to adjourn from the living room to her king-size bed, where I was able to strip them both naked. When I looked around, I was surprised that there were three naked people. Who would have guessed?

I didn’t waste a lot of time thinking about it. I wanted to make them enjoy it enough that they would be willing to sign up for seconds. Yes, seconds, thirds, whatever, I would be willing to sign a long-term contract.

I’d seen some cotton rope in Pam’s nightstand, and I acted on it. I made a couple of loops, put them around Pam’s hands, and tied them to the headboard. I picked Pam because the rope was hers and, presumably, she had used it before.

Anyway, she was paralyzed for a minute, and that gave me time to toss one of the other lengths to Liz, saying, “Put this on her right leg while I tie her left one.”

I got her right leg tied before she reacted. Liz wasn’t as fast as me. She got the leg tied to the rope but not the rope to the bed. Pam was kicking, trying to get loose. I got in her face and said, “Stop fighting now. You can’t get loose, and you might just piss me off. You don’t want that, do you?”

She hesitated for a few seconds, which allowed me to get the rope from Liz. The hesitation allowed me to get the rope around the leg of the bed, and that allowed me to pull on the rope and force her legs apart and immobile. I wanted her to quiet down. So I leaned over her and kissed her tits, and she quieted down some. Relax; you’re going to enjoy this. I looked at Liz and said, I want both of you to enjoy this. Have you gone down on another woman?”

Liz nodded vigorously with a grin and laid down between Pam's legs. Her hands went up to Pam’s tits and managed them while she put her mouth to work on Pam’s pussy. Then she moved around to 69 style, and I was able to work on Liz’s pussy with my cock, enjoying her. I reached to her tits and caressed them, along with occasional twisting and pulling her nipples.

My cock felt amazing; the sensation of being in her was driving me wild. I could feel my explosion coming, and I felt my orgasm hit. That made me maul Liz’s tits even harder. I could feel Liz tense up, and she sucked on Pam’s clit even harder and mauled her tits. I screamed as I came in Liz, and my cum started leaking out of her pussy. Next, Liz screamed, and she squirted all over me and the bed. She had barely finished when Pam spasmed under Liz and squirted.

Jesus Christ, we were a super soaker trio.