It was a hot August day, and the air conditioning to Audree's apartment was on the fritz yet again. Repeated calls to the super got her nowhere. "Fine!" she screamed, just before hanging up the phone. "I'll just use your private pool to cool off, until you fix my AC."
Audree was muttering under her breath at the super, sweating even more profusely, as she climbed the three flights of stairs up to the pool on the roof of the apartment complex. Meanwhile, unknown to Audreee, the super had taken his private elevator up to the roof, and was crouched behind the rooftop air conditoning unit--the very unit Audree wanted him to fix! From this position, he could watch her, but she couldn't see him.
As he crouched, the super, dirty old lecher that he is, thought to himself that he didn't mind at all if his busty young tenant stripped down to her bikini and jumped in his private pool...so long as he could watch! Maybe he would NEVER get around to fixing the air conditioning, if this was going to be Audree's reaction!
Audree was wearing only a thin black T-shirt, which her stair-climbing sweat had soaked through and made transparent. She obviously had no bra or bikini top on underneath, and he could see all of her massive breasts and hard, jutting nipples through her top. She also wore jeans skorts: they look like shorts but they are really a skirt. And having just climbed 3 flights of stairs, she was fanning herself with the hem of her skirt. The super watched Audree, fascinated: as she flipped the hem of her skirt up and down, he could see the entire length of her long, shapely legs, and just a hint of her light-blue bikini bottom.
The super watched as Audree unsnapped the top of her fake shorts, and as she began slowly pulling her sweaty denim skirt down off her sexy legs, exposing more and more of her skimpy, sexy light-blue bikini bottom to his lusting eyes.
With her skirt off, the super figured Audree would just jump in the pool as is, in her black T-shirt and bikini bottoms. But Audree just stood there for the longest time, seemingly debating something with herself. Finally, he heard her mutter, "Aw, fuck it. My top is just too sweaty and yucky, to wear it into the pool."
As Audree slowly, sensusously raised her T-shirt up, the super had to cover his mouth to keep from crying out in rapture at the spectacular beauty of Audree's full, round breasts. But he knew he had to remain silent or risk discovery.
Had Audree heard his gasp of excitement? It semeed so, for now she stopped herself from removing her T-shirt entirely. Instead, she leaned forward, as if to bow from her slender waist. Her huge breasts jutted out even further in front of her now, as if she knew he was there, as if she was deliberately putting on a show for his benefit.
When Audree straightened up again, she slowly, sensuously made a real show of pulling her bikini bottom off over her shoe. This was stunning classical beauty, this was sheer poetry in motion. The super was stunned, and he felt as if his eyeballs would pop out of his head at any moment. Her extremely beautiful pussy was cleanly shaved, fully exposed to his gaze now, and was the same rich, creamy milk-chocolate tone as the rest of her stunningly shapely body. "Does she taste as good as she looks?" the super wondered, licking his lips.
Just then, the super felt a hand slap the back of his head. Hard. Angrily. He spun around. It was his wife!
"What's the big idea!" the super's wife screamed. "Up here on the roof with a naked woman!"
The super gulped hard. Several times. "It's not what it looks like, dear!" he stammered.
"I know that!" his wife laughed. "No woman that beautiful would have sex with a fat, bald, penniless old geezer like you. Only I love you enough to have sex with you, dear! But why are you SPYING on our tenant, and why is she naked?"
"It's really quite innocent," the still-lusciously naked Audree volunteered helpfully. "You see, I was just about to dive naked into your pool, to cool off until your husband gets around to fixing the air conditioner. I didn't even know he was up here with me."
The super stammered, thinking quickly. "That's true, dear. And I was just up here, crouched behind the air conditioner, umm, umm, trying to fix it for her."
"Then why are there no tools up here on the roof!" the super's wife screamed, boxing his ears. Then she glanced at his trousers and smiled. "I mean, other than that very nice tool swelling in your pants right now," the super's wife cooed. "And it's been way too damned long since you used THAT tool, baby!" the wife whispered huskily in the super's ear.
All three people on the rooftop came to a mutual understanding right then and there. The super would immediately fix his horny wife first, and then fix the air-conditioning for Audree. And the super was never to spy on Audree again. "From now on," the super's wife scolded, "if there's to be any swelling in your pants, it's to be directed at me!" Then the super's wife flipped up her own top, showing her husband a still very youthful bustline, covered only in the sheerest red lace bra, as she whispered seductively, "And in return for that promise, I'll make damned sure to be the cause of plenty of pants-swelling for you from now on!" With her top still flipped up, the super's wife led the super by the hand, back to the elevator and back down to their apartment, as Audree--hotter than ever now, after watching the sexual chemistry between the super and his wife--dove naked into their rooftop swimming pool.