I did not want to be late for the pool party, so I leaned on the gas pedal a little harder than normal. My coworker invited me, and I had plans on getting my hands all over her body and needed to beat any other single men to the punch. Thankfully, I arrived only five minutes late, and there were only two other cars in the driveway.
"Must be a small get-together," I mumbled to myself as I got out of the car and walked to the door.
I could hear music blaring on the other side of the door as I rang the doorbell several times, but no one came to the door. I checked the door handle, and it was unlocked, so I let myself in. I had no idea where I was going and did not see anyone inside, so I figured I should find a bathroom to make sure I looked good in my swim trunks and T-shirt. I finally spot what looks like a restroom on the other side of the house and head in that direction.
There was a room on the left just before the bathroom, and the door was slightly open. I took a peek in and found a short, pale-skinned woman with a nice ass trying to squeeze into her light green one-piece bathing suit. She was not the woman I was interested in, but I couldn't complain about the view. This party is getting off to a good start, I thought.
After putting my bug eyes back in their sockets, I pulled myself into the restroom for a status check. Everything looked to be in order except for the hard work I was sporting. It is probably not a good idea to introduce yourself to a new crowd with a hard-on. I did the prudent thing and pulled my boner up so the head was trapped against my body by the waistband of my swim trunks. Now, with that out of the way, I am ready to make my entrance.
After finding the sliding glass door to the pool, I stepped out and immediately made eye contact with the first girl I saw in the pool. It was the same woman I saw trying to get into that green bathing suit. Of course, she was standing next to my coworker Sherrie, giving her a nudge and whispering in Sherrie's ear as I made my way to the end of the pool. I really wanted to know what was being said about me, but I would have to find out later once the drinks were flowing and the secrets were being revealed.
I really hoped to catch Sherrie out of the pool so I could get a good look at her tits and ass, but I guess that would have to wait. After exchanging pleasantries with Sherrie and being introduced to Andrea, the mystery woman in the green suit, I was given the task of providing us all with shots. Considering it was just the three of us, that would not be too hard. I quickly found the kitchen and located the tequila. Tequila is far from my first choice of alcohol, but with wet women waiting on me to deliver, I was not going to spend any more time searching for more alcohol. I wanted liquor in their system and in mine as fast as possible since I hoped things would escalate into some x-rated fun.
I managed to get the six shots in both hands and headed back out to the pool. I strategically set the shots down behind the girls and just out of their reach. It forced both of the ladies to propel themselves out of the water and over the pool ledge to get to the shots. I finally got to lay eyes on Sherrie's body, and I was not disappointed. Sherrie had on a modest two-piece orange bikini that showed plenty of cleavage and hugged her ass just right. The view alone was worth the drive, but I definitely had more than just views on my mind.
I made a show of taking off my shirt, downing both shots and then jumping into the pool and making sure the girls got every bit of the splash!
“You’re an asshole,” both women shouted at me as I came up for air. I laughed pretty hard as I realized I had drenched the ladies since their hair was dripping wet.
"My bad, I did not expect to get that much air; it must be the alcohol. Let me make it up to you, Sherrie. Tell you what? I will be your personal lifeguard and escort you around the pool while you float on your back. It's the least I could do."
Thinking this could be funny, Sherrie agreed and stated that this was only the beginning of making up for the splash. I said that was fine and gave Andrea a wink as she looked on with disappointment now that she was all alone.
I scooped Sherrie up and had her floating on her back with my arms under her legs and back for support.
"You look great in your bikini. Who knew you were hiding such a great body under all your work clothes?” I said.
Sherrie laughed and splashed me with water, which started some innocent playfighting. I returned the favor and also splashed Andrea as well.
I decided to take things a bit further, scooped up Sherrie, and dunked her in the pool. I promptly located Andrea and made a B-line for her. She quickly deciphered what I was up to and began swimming away from me, but I was too fast and caught up to her from behind, and down she went too. Both women were a little disheveled but definitely had no intentions of letting me get the best of them. Andrea and Sherrie looked at each other, and without any words spoken, they headed towards me with a look of determination on their faces.
Oh sh*t, I thought to myself as I started swimming for my life. I was able to evade them for a minute, but soon they had me cornered. I tried to swim underwater between Sherrie's legs, but she was too smart for that and clamped her legs together before I could get by. Both women then grabbed me by my trunks to get me out of the water and proceeded to lift me up and dunk me. This gave us all a good laugh.
Now that there was a lull in the activity, I realized that my buzz was wearing off and offered to get us more shots. As I got out of the water, I noticed both women staring at me oddly, and then both started laughing at each other. I continued to the kitchen in my pursuit of tequila and passed by a mirror while doing so. It turns out I was pitching a tent in my pants, which made sense as to why the ladies were laughing at me. I felt a little embarrassed at this point, but what could I do?
With a bottle in hand, I slid the glass door open and stepped onto the pool deck when the girls yelled, "Stop."
I froze in place as Sherrie said, "You are still on my naughty list, and to get off of it, you have to take your shorts off before getting back in the pool."
I should have known this was coming, but I am not one to back down from a challenge. I told her I would do it, but only if they would match me shot for shot. With no glasses in hand, I told them to open up, and I would pour for three seconds. We did four rounds of this and felt good and buzzed by the time we finished. I went to the opposite end of the pool and turned my back as I removed my shorts. I quickly turned, ran towards the pool, and jumped in. I know the ladies got a quick view of my junk, but I wanted them to work a little harder for a better view and see how far I could push the situation.