Potential - S01 E174

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Potential - S01 E174

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 174

After scanning the large backyard, he quickly crossed the eight feet of patio and looked down into the pool. It wasn't Ms. Style. If there had been any logical context to support what Evan saw, he would have recognized the wake creating ass, but seeing a naked person in the communion line would have made more sense than seeing Darlene in Ms. Style's pool. It was like seeing Mrs. Henderson, the cafeteria lady, out of her uniform, at Walmart. He would sense he knew her, but wouldn't be able to say how or from where.

The powerful body doing laps like a seasoned swimmer activated his pleasure sensors, but the red ponytail slapping side-to-side triggered his mental search engine. One lap, two laps, two and a half-Evan's brain gridlocked. What the fuck is she doing here?

Darlene stopped swimming and rolled over in the water. Her tits briefly broke the surface, then the redhead went under. Her bathing suit was a pale flesh tone that matched her skin, making her appeared naked. He gulped when she propelled herself with frog- like leg thrusts. He walted without making a sound,

The water stirred and Darlene's hands wrapped around the shiny chrome ladder. Evan took a deep breath as she pulled herself up. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were closed. Water and white flesh spilled from the bottom of her bikini top. The small triangles were stretched thin under the weight, revealing the deep red rings of her nipples. He watched their centers plump, then bulge.

Darlene pressed her hands against the bridge of her nose and squeegeed her face. Evan looked into that spellbinding spot between Darlene's hips. The strings that looped over the rounded knobs of her hip bones were practically lost in the V-shaped grooves carved into her groin. The rest of the bikini bottoms were too small to cover the girl's bush, if she had one.

Evan saw a moment of surprise when Darlene opened her eyes, then her face went back to the one he was used to. The one that said she didn't know he was there. Without speaking, Darlene dug Into her top and hoisted, juggled and stuffed as much tit as she could into the bikini. As far as he was concerned, all she did was take what overflowed at the bottom and made more spill out into

her cleavage. He imagined her biceps would bump what pushed her cleavage. He imagined her biceps would bump what pushed out to her sides when her arms swung. Her nipples were still growing.

Darlene said, "Evan, hi," but her tone suggested she was annoyed that he was there.

He might have responded with an unintelligible sound, but it didn't matter because Darlene turned away from him and started walking. The strings holding her top in place cut into her sides. He wanted to untie the bow at her spine and watch her gorgeous melons drop, bounce and roll outward.

The back of her bathing suit was a meaningless patch at the cusp of her ass cleavage; her cheeks were fully exposed. Darlene was barefoot, but her legs and ass moved like she was wearing four- inch heels. He watched the sway, the rise and fall, and the jiggle. It was an erotic GIF.

Darlene reached the lounge chair with a towel on it and bent at the waist with her feet close together. She paused longer than necessary to pick up the towel. Her thighs touched all the way up to the gap at the top of her legs where a textbook, porn pussy threatened to burst out of her swim suit. Evan had been Imagining what the redhead looked like without clothes for a long time, now he pretty much knew. It wasn't a huge, traumatic let down like finally seeing Candy's tits had been.

While drying her face, Darlene straightened up and turned around. "Were you staring at my ass?" she asked and flipped the towel over her shoulders like a cape, but didn't pull it around her chest. The red areolas were cresting, shoving their hard centers out against the bikini top.

Evan licked his lips and his first unfiltered thought spilled out, "Who wouldn't?"

Darlene almost smiled and started toward him. He tried to swallow, but the walls of his throat stuck together. He had no reason to be nervous, but he was. When she was closer than she needed to be, the redhead looked up at him and said, "At least you're honest."

Evan's thoughts scrambled around the sense of déjà vu he had. Hadn't he already been close enough to Darlene to noticed how blue her eyes were, and minus some freckles, how famillar her face? "What are you doing here?" he asked.