Behind the Neighbor's Door - Part 6 (Patreon)

Here it is folks. Let me know what you think! * "So, just to make it clear," Nate begun as they settled in a booth. "You want me to flirt an

Here it is folks. Let me know what you think!

*

"So, just to make it clear," Nate begun as they settled in a booth. "You want me to flirt and tease, and have these little devious moments with your girlfriend? A girl so perfect, who also is the woman of your dreams. And I'm not supposed to think you'll grab an ax and murder me in cold blood?"

Nolan snorted with laughter.

"Yeah, I guess I could see why you're confused," he said. "It's kinda crazy to be into cuckolding, I get that."

"Cuckolding?" Nate asked.

"Yeah, well, erh, being into watching your girlfriend get attention from other guys. It's sort of like humiliation, or a... power trip, perhaps. I don't really know, and neither does Grace. It's kind of a weird thing to be into. But it turns us both on. And we're exploring it, which is why we're grateful you're helping us."

"You two are very open about sex," Nate pointed out. "I mean, I can appreciate that."

"It's good for the relationship."

"I'm surprised you gave away so much, though. Poor negotiations, you should've pushed back. Or is that part of it?" Nate asked.

Nolan thought for a moment. It was true. Grace had asked what he wanted when Nate was out on the balcony, if Nate had been asking for too much. Given what had happened thus far, Nolan had thought he would've asked for more and was perhaps relieved. But it was also the undeniable fact that he could tell that Grace really wanted to explore her teasing side, to be a naughty girlfriend, like she had explained before, that it was something she was into, and that Nate was an obvious target, given his crude attitude.

But it wasn't like Grace had agreed to let Nate fuck her or anything. Though with this looming date in the future, if Nate were to keep his hands to himself, would that date lead to something more? Was that what Nate hoped for? Was that something Nolan hoped for? Nolan scared shitless and felt a stab in his gut thinking about it now. He was glad it was a month away, potentially more if Nate didn't respect their rules.

"Well, if you step out of line, you won't get that date. And if you really, really step out of line, we can just end the whole escapade, or remove one of your perks," Nolan said.

"That is true," Nate said, nodding. "I better keep in check then."

Nolan sipped his beer. For once, he didn't get tipsy right away. He had no idea what he did different, he hadn't even eaten that much today, yet he didn't feel drowsy after four beers like had the last few times.

"You thought of a bikini yet?" Nolan asked.

"I think that's between Grace and me," Nate said, staring Nolan directly in the eyes. He chuckled, but Nolan could tell that Nate was serious.

The thought of Nate buying a bikini for Grace made his stomach churn. But it was sort of exciting, in a way. That he didn't know what sort of bikini Nate would choose, and that it was meant to be a secret. Grace had never bought a bikini without showing him first.

"Alright, just curious," Nolan said.

"I'm just pulling your leg. To be honest, you guys bamboozled me a bit with the whole thing, and I was thinking on the spot. Truth is, I haven't given it a thought at all," Nate said. Nolan nodded slowly.

But Nate was playing right into Nolan's fantasies. He had no idea if Nate knew that Nolan liked a bit of secrecy, and it was one aspect of the fantasy he simply knew Nate could not ever learn of.

The thought that Grace would actually get a bikini that was just for Nate, and that Nolan would never see... that was a new thrill. He wondered if Grace would let Nate pick something risque, or if she'd let Nate join in on the decision. Surely that would be giving him too much power, much more than he had already been given.

"Fair enough," Nolan replied.

"But I can't wait to have your girl giving me shows, or just have her sunbathe out on my own balcony, giving me a free show," Nate continued.

"I'm glad you're taking this so well. I honestly thought you'd be more weirded out."

"Heh, if there is one thing I learned in this world, it's not to judge, man. And I get your girl all to myself for at least once a week," Nate said. It didn't have to sound snide, but it did. It seemed like Nate was testing his boundaries a bit.

"I guess so," Nolan said. "But as long as you play by the rules, yeah."

Nolan hoped that the last part would've made Nate pause, but he just gave him a cocky smile.

"Don't worry. I'm a nice guy," Nate said. "So four weeks from tonight, I get a date? I really look forward to getting out of my shell and learn some new things."

"Yeah, something like that, Nolan replied.

*

The next morning, Nolan decided to work from home. He's paranoia won over, as simple as that. He wanted to keep an eye on Grace, not because he didn't trust her, but more because he desperately wanted to see if she did anything. She had her work, though, and was gone most of the day, doing her landscaping job at different clients as well as her bigger contract with that industrial lot just outside of town.

But there was another reason to stay at home, at least for today. He just needed a break from Nate. It was a bit much, perhaps, working with him and also having him be their de facto bull. Nolan didn't like that term, but he figured it was the most accurate one to describe Nate's relation to this whole dynamic.

Nolan was also wondering when things would start. It actually made him a bit anxious, not being sure if the rules were in effect. A glance outside told him that there was little chance of sunbathing, and the forecast for the next few days didn't really promise anything else. Were they already on the clock? How soon would Nate initiate something? Or would Grace be the one to do it? That last part really intrigued him.

The fact that this was happening was almost too good to be true. The fact that Grace was so eager to play along with this whole thing, and that she was even into it, was just incredible to him. He didn't know what he had done in a previous life to deserve this. But he was thankful.

Around two o'clock, he heard Grace come home. She went into the bathroom for a while, probably to change out of her work clothes. When she came out, she was wearing a simple green t-shirt, black yoga pants, and had her hair in a ponytail.

"Hey, you," she said, leaning over and giving him a kiss on his forehead. "How was your day?"

"Fine. I just wanted to stay at home," Nolan said. He was sitting at the kitchen table, watching Grace walk over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water.

"Oh? Did you get any work done, then?" Grace asked. She leaned against the counter and drank.

"Yeah," Nolan said, looking at his computer. He had done a lot, actually; he never had any issues focusing on his job. "How was work for you?"

"It was fine, got some stuff done," Grace replied. She looked over at him. "Did you hope that something happened between Nate and me? As far as I know, he has been at work all day, and I've been at mine. I don't really wanna sunbathe over at his place, so I guess I'll have to put on a show this week."

"Have to," Nolan muttered.

"I want to. For you. For me. And I guess for him," Grace said, cocking her head to study her man.

"For him?"

"Well, me teasing him and getting him an exclusive bikini that is his, that's for him, isn't it?" Grace said. She gave him a little wink, then left him to his work.

Nolan sat there for a moment, staring after Grace. He wasn't sure how to interpret that. Was she hinting that she'd get a risque bikini? Was she trying to get a rise out of him? Or did she actually want to please Nate like that?

But she was right. The deal was struck, and the rules were clear. That was what they had decided.

Nolan continued working for a few more hours. After a while, he heard Grace rummage around the hallway, getting ready to leave again. She had also changed into other clothes, a pink t-shirt, and skin-tight blue jeans.

"What's up?" Nolan asked.

"I'm heading out," Grace explained.

"In those jeans?" Nolan asked. Grace looked down and shrugged.

"I figured I'd get that bikini for Nate today," Grace said. "I always wear jeans like this, though." Fair, she was. Nolan was just a bit anxious.

"Heh, that was quick," Nolan said, feeling that anxious excitement again. Already. It was happening. And before he could stop himself, he asked, "Mind if I join?" He knew she had to reject him, but a sick part of him want to feel that burn of rejection, knowing that it was for someone else.

"That would defeat the whole purpose, wouldn't it?" Grace asked, smiling. "It's supposed to be a secret. You're not supposed to know what I'm getting him."

"Yeah, I know. I just wanted to..." Nolan hesitated. "I guess feel the reality of that sinking in. It hurts, but it hurts so good. Like, you denying me access so clearly, but for the sole purpose of getting him something sexy. To excite him."

"You wanted me to reject you?" Grace asked, coming over, leaning in.

"Kinda, I guess," Nolan said. His entire body was so full of excitement and nervousness right now.

"You're a strange man," she muttered, kissing him.

"It's sort of like a weird reality check," Nolan explained.

Grace scanned him for a few moments. 

"If anything happens, today or the rest of the week, do you want me to tell you?" Grace asked. "Or... do you want to know when it has been four weeks? If I had a date with him, would you want to know beforehand, or afterwards?"

Nolan stared at her. He hadn't even thought of that possibility, but perhaps that was a bit far-fetched. But he liked that she had suggested it.

"I... don't know. I guess I'd like to know beforehand… and if something happens this week," he said.

"Alright. So I'll tell you if anything happens, then," Grace said, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. "Just don't go nuts with this. We're just exploring this, but if it gets too much for you, just tell me. Okay?"

"Okay," Nolan said. Grace smiled, stood up, and kissed him on his lips, soft and sensual.

"And I know Nate is on the line... are there things you want me to do or not do?" Grace asked, staring down at Nolan.

"I... I trust your judgment. I mean, I don't want to be controlling, but, erh, you know how I feel about it getting physical."

"I understand. I love you," Grace said, caressing his cheek.

"Love you too," Nolan replied.

Grace smiled again and walked out the door. Then she was off. Nolan felt excited and nervous, like he was playing with fire. He had just sent his sweet princess to shop for a sexy bikini. One that was not for him. It was overwhelming, and his stomach did somersaults.

But at the same time, there was something so thrilling about it.

Once Nolan heard the car leave, he decided to continue working. Perhaps if he had his computer screen right up his face, and had to give his tasks his utmost attention, he'd get less nervous. There was nothing he could do. If he wanted to pursue the whole experiment, he had to allow this to happen. He should learn to accept this was part of who he was and what he wanted, and be grateful for Grace being so good to him and exploring it, even if it was starting to become for her own benefit as well.

Nolan realized he was perhaps coming across a bit too nervous and unsupportive, so to rectify that, he sort of came up with an idea. This was not all Grace after all, he could come up with things too that he thought would be hot. He quickly sent her a message, knowing she'd read it once she parked.

'Hey, u could always ask Nate what sort of bikini he wants you to get,' Nolan wrote.

About ten minutes later, a reply came.

'Good idea, babe. I'm not sure if that constitutes as my show for the week, though,' she replied. Nolan raised an eyebrow. Why the hell not? But he also liked that Grace was sort of hinting that she'd be willing to give up more of her time for Nate.

'Consider it a bone thrown.'

'So you want me to send text messages with Nate?' Grace asked, now really asking permission to indulge in private conversations with a man that they were actively pursuing as their third partner in this kinky adventure.

'You're free to talk about whoever you want,' Nolan typed, realizing that this might've been a bit too far. But he was curious how far Grace would take this.

'Okay. I'll tell you if anything happens, okay?' Grace wrote.

'Sure. Have fun shopping,' Nolan wrote back, trying to sound supportive and loving.

*

Grace read the last message from Nolan and smiled. She was glad he was getting more comfortable. He was quite anxious and nervous, especially now that they had told Nate. It was probably quite intimidating.

She initially didn't think she'd involve Nate at all in picking a bikini, and it was kinda scary to include him. He was a horny old man who loved her ass in as little clothes as possible. But it was also exciting. The fact that she was going to buy a bikini that would be just for Nate, something Nolan would never see, and that he could pick out, that was both scary and exciting. And surely, if Nate got his pick, he'd choose something rather risque. But wasn't that what they wanted? For her to show off for him?

Grace found herself in the mall, in the women's section of the biggest clothing store there. She stood in the bathing suit section, staring at the racks of bikinis and other swimwear. There were quite a few. A lot of plain one-pieces, but also an abundance of bikinis. Some were skimpy, some were a bit more modest. The question was: which ones were the sexiest?

Maybe she should indulge Nolan's idea to ask Nate for his advice.

'Nate,' she wrote their creepy neighbor.

'Grace,' he replied. 'u coming over today?'

'Maybe. I'm out getting that bikini of yours,' she wrote. 'Wanna help me pick the right one?'

A few moments passed. Grace could imagine Nate smiling when reading that. She wondered if he'd be able to hold back and keep it reasonable.

'Depends on what ur looking 4,' Nate replied.

'I was thinking a black one with green trim. Like Shego,' Grace wrote.

'I have to google that,' Nate wrote. 'Hey, why dont you pick a few, then we can make a video call as your try them on'

'I'm not getting naked in front of you,' Grace said, not really refusing it.

'Then turn the camera away, silly,' Nate replied. Of course.

Grace bit her lip, considering it for a few moments. Why not? It was easier than sending pictures, waiting for replies, then go back and forth. And... a depraved part of her liked the thought of undressing in his presence. He wouldn't be physically near, and the camera would be faced away, but it still felt naughty.

'Okay.'

She browsed through the different options, finding three black bikinis with green trim. She put them over her arm and headed for the dressing rooms. She found the most remote one, picked the biggest one, and locked herself in. Then she sat down on the bench and picked up her phone again.

'Alright, ready,' Grace wrote. She waited, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering.

'Nice. Here I come,' Nate replied. A moment later, her phone rang, showing an incoming call from Nate.

"You look like you're in a dressing room," Nate said, immediately upon accepting the call. Grace had put the phone down on the bench so that Nate could see her.

"I am," she said, holding up her arms, the three bikinis hanging on her hands. "Which one should I try first?"

"Hmm," Nate said, sounding excited. "The one on the left."

"Alright," Grace said, putting the others down next to her on the bench, then held the one Nate had pointed at up to her chest. It was a simple, basic black bikini with green trim around the top and bottom.

"It's a bit too modest for my taste, though," Nate said.

Grace felt a bit weird that Nate had such strong opinions on the bikini she should be buying for him. But she did want him to like it, and that was why she asked for his input.

"Perhaps something with a bit less fabric," Nate said. "I need to see it on you, though."

Grace sighed, then stood up. She put her bag in front of the phone so he wouldn't see while she got changed. She tried to do it quickly, but it was a bit challenging.

"You there?" Nate asked.

"Yeah, I'm here," Grace muttered. "Just getting changed."

"Ah. Hurry up, I'm excited," Nate said. Grace rolled her eyes, but she was quite excited as well. More than she realized that she would be.

She pulled her shirt off, then unbuttoned and took off her tight jeans. They were a real hassle getting off, and she had to shimmy a bit to get out of them. She was wearing a simple white bra and panties underneath, which she quickly took off.

Grace grabbed the bikini top and put it on, feeling weird doing it in front of someone else, even if he couldn't see. The top was snug on her, but covered enough. She adjusted it a bit, then turned around. She did feel quite comfortable in it.

"There. I'm done," she said, removing her bag so Nate could see her. He looked up from the screen and stared at her for a few moments. His jaw was basically on the floor.

"Damn, you look good," Nate said, making Grace chuckle. "Alright, turn around, let's see the whole package."

"I thought you said it was too modest, though," Grace pointed out, turning around, feeling her quite enthusiastic in showing off like this.

"It is," Nate replied, grinning. "But you make anything look good."

Grace smiled, feeling herself blush a bit. She had fished for that compliment, but she enjoyed hearing it.

"Alright, let me try the next one on," she said, grabbing the next bikini from the bench. Once again, she covered the phone while she undressed, then put on the other bikini. It was much more revealing, and it felt strange to wear something like this in public.

"Well, how about this one?" Grace asked, doing a quick twirl.

It had a much higher waistline, the back disappearing into her cheeks like a thong, but it was overall very stringy. Grace was ready to put down a veto as this was way too raunchy and actually rejected even bringing it into the changing room, but still she wanted to hear Nate react to it.

"Wow," Nate muttered. "That's... wow."

"Too much?" Grace asked.

"No, that's exactly what I want you to wear when you're sunbathing over at my place," Nate said. "Turn around, let me see your ass."

Grace sighed, but complied. She played coy, but she wanted to put on a show for him. She turned around and pulled up the strings on the side of the bottom, showing off her young, round, pert ass in almost all its glory.

"Fuck," Nate breathed. "Okay, maybe it's too much. I like it, but, erh, I might not be never get that date if you come over like that."

"Fair enough," Grace said. She turned around and walked over to the full-body mirror. She looked at herself in the bikini. It was quite sexy, but perhaps a bit too risque. And Nate’s statement… well, yeah, maybe it was a bit too much. It was too sexy and she felt it.

"But it looks incredible on you," Nate added. "And, heh, seeing your ass almost naked. Wow."

"Thanks," Grace said, smiling at him in the camera. "Alright, next one."

But as Grace was about to place her bag in front of the phone again, she suddenly felt this urge to... put it down sloppily. She put down the bag to cover the camera, but not really all the way. Just enough so that it looked like she had misplaced it by accident. And to play it off, she turned her back to her 'misplacement' of her bag to strip out of the bikini.

What was she doing? Did she really want to undress in front of Nate? Under a weak guise of it being by accident?

She did. A part of her wanted to show off even more. To tease him. To get more reactions from him. To get him going. To push things a bit further. It was just her ass and her naked back, but it was still some sort of full nudity. Grace knew this was probably pushing it, but she liked the excitement, the attention. How would Nate react to finally seeing her perfect ass? Even if it was by accident.

With her back to the camera, and Nate, Grace slowly reached behind and undid the bikini top, letting it slide off her smooth, pale skin, revealing her naked back to Nate. She could feel his eyes on her, and she felt so fucking sexy. With slow, deliberate movements, Grace reached behind her back to untie the knot to the bikini bottom. She let it fall down her long, toned legs, revealing her perky ass now completely exposed to Nate.

As she stood there for a moment, bare as the day she was born, she could practically hear Nate's heart beating in excitement. This wasn't her plan, but that just made it even hotter. This little candid ordeal was making her feel quite horny. She would've just simply gotten dressed, and they'd continue their call. But she had shown him more than he had been invited to, and now that she was like this, it just felt so natural and so good.

Slowly, teasingly, she squatted down, turning slightly sideways to make sure not to show anything she shouldn't, and quickly she shot back up with her third bikini in hand. Grace could tell from the intense silence that Nate was paying close attention to everything she was doing. It felt incredible.

Once Grace was dressed in her new bikini, she quickly moved her bag and smiled down at Nate.

"Sorry for taking a bit longer," she said.

"Fuck, don't be sorry," Nate said. "Wow."

"So this bikini was better, then?" Grace said, twisting this way and that.

"Much," Nate said.

It still disappeared into her ass in the back, and rode quite high on the sides, but was still much modest than the previous one. The top part was also cut quite low, showing a lot of skin. But her breasts were more perky than they were big, so she wasn't that worried.

"So, do we have a winner?" Grace asked.

"Heh. You could probably make a burlap sack look good," Nate admitted. "That looks good. Very good. And the color really suits you."

"Thank you," Grace smiled. "Okay, I'm gonna buy this one, then. See you later."

"Today?" Nate shot in before she hung up. The hunger in his voice made her almost shiver.

"I'm not sure," she replied. "Maybe."

"You can show me your new bikini in person," Nate added.

Showing off when trying new bikinis, and then showing him her naked butt had gotten Grace quite worked up. She loved being desired, and Nate's desire for her was so clear. Perhaps she should give him a little more. She knew she could go home to Nolan and fuck him senseless, but part of her wanted to play this little game a bit more.

"I'll think about it," she said, giving him a sultry smile.

"I'm looking forward to it," Nate said, as if it was concluded that she was coming over.

Grace hung up.

She quickly got dressed again, got out of the changing room, and headed for the cash register. She felt giddy as she paid for the bikini and left the store. She had flirted with Nate, and she had even pushed much further than before. Sure, he didn't touch her, but Nate got a good eyeful of her naked form, at least from behind. Nolan said he trusted her judgment, but her judgment had been compromised by already showing off her body in sexy bikinis.

Grace got into her car and leaned back. She hadn't anticipated going this far, but it felt so right. She was still riled up from the experience and desperately needed some relief. She reached down and slid a hand into her panties, quickly finding her sensitive clit.

She gasped softly as she began to rub herself. It was such a taboo thrill, rubbing herself in a public parking lot. But she was alone, and nobody could see her. It would only be for a few seconds.

No.

This was dangerous.

Grace bit her lip, forcing herself to stop.

"Fuck," she whispered, pulling her hand out of her panties.

Grace shook her head, trying to shake away these bad thoughts.

'Hey, got the bikini. It's sexy,' Grace texted Nolan.

A reply came just a few moments later.

'Good. Hope u didnt do anything too risque.'

'It's hot. Nate liked it. Tho I think I pushed my limits,' Grace replied. She had contemplated not telling him that, but it was such a huge step and it had got her so riled up, she had to say something.

'Oh? What did u do?'

'I... accidentally flashed him when I got changed,' Grace wrote. 'My ass. But not on purpose.'

Grace waited for Nolan's response, which took a while. He was probably processing what she had done.

'Wow. Did he like it?'

'Yeah. A lot. I think I got him excited.'

'That's hot,' Nolan replied.

Grace hesitated, then wrote, 'I'm heading over to his now.'

Nolan took a while before he replied; no doubt he was reeling, questioning everything. Grace wanted to keep him on his toes, so as he hadn't replied yet, she turned off vibrations on her phone and put it aside. Grace pulled out of the parking lot and headed for their apartment complex, her heart beating nervously.

They had their rules in place, but she couldn't imagine Nate respecting them. And that was part of why this was so exciting. Sure, Nolan trusted her, and he would accept whatever she did, but there were so many variables. She had shown Nate her ass, and she was going over to his now, and she was going to wear the new bikini for him. Perhaps she should've had it on under her regular clothes so she didn't have to strip down in his apartment, but too late for such considerations now. She could barely wait to show it to him.

Once Grace pulled into the parking lot, she parked next to Nolan's Equinox and got out. One elevator trip later, and she was outside Nate's, knocking lightly on his door. She was almost hoping her knock was too faint, or that Nate would for some reason not be home. But she heard him walk towards the door, then open it.

*

Nolan read and re-read the last few texts from Grace. It was easy to act casual over text messages, but in reality, Nolan's hands were barely functioning when Grace told him that she had flashed Nate. Nate, their neighbor, his now colleague, who was sort of growing on them despite being kind of a creep, had seen Nolan's darling princess in the nude.

Nolan instantly wanted to know every detail. How much had he seen? Had he said anything?

And then there was the fact that she was, after all that, no doubt quite hot from it all knowing Grace, on her way to visit with Nate. Nolan recalled the last few times they had interacted. Grace always became incredibly horny. What was it about Nate that intrigued her so? Nolan knew he was supposed to be more worried, but he was determined to trust Grace in this. She'd never deliberately betray him.

And truth be told, Nolan's perfect princess losing herself, slipping up, and letting her commitment to her relationship fall short for a few moments of pleasure, made him so fucking hard. He would love to see her come undone like that. 

And Grace was not the only one undone by their situation. Nolan wasn't sure what to say. In the end, after several minutes of starting his message over and over again, Nolan simply asked what Grace would do. No reply.

Nolan paced his apartment. From the TV area to the kitchen, then back to the living room. He turned off the lights in the bathroom, something Grace always told him to remember. Still no reply from Grace. What the hell was this?

Was she ignoring him? Was this Grace being such a tease again? Anger and jealousy from being left out and the anticipation of something happening without him were boiling within. But also arousal, because he knew how hot Grace got, and how excited she must be. It was torture waiting for her response.

And then there was the fact that Grace had told him that she was on her way over to Nate's.

Nolan knew that Grace was doing everything possible to make him squirm. She loved the attention and the thrill of being such a specimen that men drooled for her attention, and that even her boyfriend was in check.

Nolan figured this was how Nate felt it, whenever Grace flaunted her goods in front of him while he couldn't touch her. And now she was doing it to him as well, teasing him, keeping him on his toes. And speaking of Nate…

As Nolan stood in the doorway to their balcony, he heard the older man get up from his squeaky old chair and hurry inside. Only one thing could get that man to hurry, Nolan figured. And it wasn't a thing, it was his own girlfriend.

Nolan hurried inside and over to their own front door and immediately pressed himself against it to hear whatever was going on outside. He was desperate to hear them interact after Grace had been out shopping for clothes that were uniquely for Nate.

He could hear Nate greet Grace, but for some reason, Grace sounded almost timid. Nolan had never heard her like this, even through a door. A pang of worry hot through him but was parried away by Nate's pursuit of her visit.

"Wanna come inside and show me that sexy thing you bought?" Nate asked.

Nolan's knees buckled. He quickly checked his phone. No reply. She hadn't even read his last message. Fuck. His brain was so hot at this point that he feared and hoped for the worst.

Grace said something confirming, and shortly after, Nolan heard his neighbor's door close, with his girl behind it. Nolan felt like he was going mad, not knowing what was going on behind that door. He tried to keep his imagination at bay, but it was hard.

*

"Hey, princess," he said, smiling at her. He was wearing a tank top and boxers, his hairy legs looking like two trees. "You look stunning."

"Thank you," Grace said.

"Wanna come inside and show me that sexy thing you bought?" Nate asked. Grace bit her lip, hesitating. But she had already come this far. What was the harm in a little more? She would still be within the rules, so Nolan would be okay with it. She was just here to give Nate his weekly show now that the weather didn't let her sunbathe on his balcony.

Grace shook her shoulders in a small shudder. Where was her confidence? Why was she hesitating?

"Yeah, sure," she said, putting on a smile as she walked inside. Nate closed the door behind her and followed her into his living room. He sat down on his couch, giving her an expectant look. Grace felt herself blush as she realized what she had to do.

"Where... erh, where do I change?" Grace asked.

"You can use the bathroom, of course," Nate said. "Or you can change right here."

"Right here?" Grace asked.

"I mean, you flashed me a while ago," Nate said, grinning. "Don't think I didn't notice you suddenly taking forever, giving me an eyeful. That was very naughty of you."

"It... it was," Grace admitted. She smiled at him, feeling herself blush. It was true, after all. "It was very naughty of me."

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" Nate said, his voice husky. "A naughty little tease."

Grace looked away for a moment, but nodded.

"Yes," she whispered. She could feel how her heart was beating so fast.

"Show me," Nate said. "Show me that bikini of yours."

Grace hesitated for a moment. She felt like she was losing control over the situation, which was both scary and exciting.

"Go ahead," Nate said, nodding to her bag. "You already showed me your naked ass, what's wrong with a simple bikini?"

"Nothing," Grace said, giving him a small smile. He was right. "But you seeing my ass naked was an accident, so I'll just go to the bathroom and get changed there."

"Alright," Nate said. "But don't take too long."

"I won't," Grace said. "It's a bikini, after all. Not a big deal."

Grace walked down the hallway towards Nate's bathroom, leaving him alone in the living room.

She stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. For a moment, she just stood there, trying to catch her breath. She had been so bold before, even showing Nate her naked back and ass, but now she was hesitating again. Was it because she was in his bathroom, about to change into a bikini he had helped her pick out? A bikini meant for him?

Grace closed her eyes and leaned against the door for a moment. She could do this. This wasn't anything serious. She was just doing what she agreed upon with Nolan. Nate wasn't even allowed to touch, or else he'd forfeit another month until his promised date. It was all under her control.

She gave herself a wink in the mirror, as if to say, 'you got this, girl,' not wanting Nate to be able to dismantle her like this. It was the situation that aroused, not him. Right?

Grace stood up straight and put her bag on the toilet seat. She opened it and took out the bikini, holding it up. What did she have to be nervous about? She'd look great, get more horny, and go over next door where Nolan was on his toes waiting to do his worst to her. That thought alone made her feel better.

With quick movements, she pulled her shirt off and let it drop to the floor. She unbuttoned and pulled down her tight jeans, then slid out of them. Grace reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, letting it slide off her toned arms, leaving her standing in her white panties. She gave her body a glance. She worked hard for it, not only through working out and dancing, but through her very active lifestyle. She was strong, but still had a slim waist and round ass that drew the attention of men no matter what she did.

Grace smiled to herself, then removed her panties, kicking them aside. She was standing completely naked in Nate's bathroom. He was just on the other side of the wall. He was waiting for her to walk out in the bikini she had bought just for him.

Grace picked up the bikini and put it on. It fit perfectly, showing off her tight tummy and her perky boobs. Luckily, the material was thick enough not to show her nipples too much.

She looked at herself in the mirror, giving a playful twirl. Her ass looked spectacular in this, the thong disappearing between her firm cheeks, giving it a nice round shape without showing absolutely every inch of her cheeks. Her ass looked like it was begging to be touched, spanked, squeezed. Nate would just love it, she knew that for sure.

It also helped that the material was very nice to wear. Possibly even more than the red bikini she usually wore. Perhaps jumping an extra price level helped, as her red one was bought on a students budget. This felt luxurious, and it looked even better.

"You good in there?" Nate called.

"Yeah," Grace replied, staring at her reflection. "I'm coming out."

"Can't wait," Nate said. Grace bit her lip, feeling so fucking naughty. She liked how she looked and felt, but now it was time to let Nate see.

Grace unlocked the door and opened it slowly. She could hear Nate's couch creak as he sat up straight, eager to see her in her new bikini. She looked out from behind the door, seeing him looking back at her, his eyes wide in wonder.

"Wow," Nate breathed.

"Do you like it?" Grace asked, feeling her heart beat fast.

"You look incredible," Nate said. "Turn around, let me see."

Grace gave him a smile, then stepped out from behind the door, turning her back to him. She stood there for a moment, letting him look at her from behind. He made a few grunting sounds, as if he was having a hard time staying seated. She knew how much he wanted her ass, and how horny he got when he saw it. And here she was, standing right in front of him, letting him have his fill.

"Jesus Christ," Nate said.

"Good, huh?" Grace asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Come closer, let me see better," Nate said, his voice hoarse.

"You wanna see?" Grace teased, cocking her hip. "You want to see my butt? You know, I could show you my ass again. But this time on purpose."

"Fuck, yes," Nate said. He reached down to his crotch and adjusted his already hardening cock in his boxers. "Show me that fine ass of yours."

Grace turned around, facing him fully. She could feel her heart beat so fast, her breathing getting heavier. Her entire body was getting riled up, and she felt so fucking sexy. She slowly walked towards him, making sure to swing her hips teasingly. It was only a few steps before she stood before him, her hands on her hips.

Nate stared up at her, his eyes wandering all over her body. His jaw was clenched, his body tense. His hard cock was tenting in his boxers, twitching every now and then.

"How did you like that?" Grace asked, biting her lip.

"I loved it. You're so fucking hot," Nate said, staring at her face.

Grace smiled at him, then turned around, giving him another good view of her ass. She looked over her shoulder, seeing his eyes glued to her firm cheeks, which were almost completely bare.

"I like the way you look at me," Grace whispered.

"Oh?" Nate asked, his eyes still glued to her ass.

"You want me so bad," Grace continued, her voice low. "Don't you?"

"Fuck yeah," Nate growled.

"Do you wanna touch?" Grace asked. Nate looked up at her, his eyes dark.

"Yeah," he breathed. "But I can't. You know that."

"Too bad," Grace teased. Feeling safe that he would abide by their rules, she felt brave enough to tease him more. She reached behind herself and grabbed her cheeks with both hands, squeezing them tightly. "What if I let you touch? Just a little?"

Nate stared at her, not knowing what to say. Grace grinned at him, then suddenly smacked her ass lightly. Nate grunted loudly.

"Fuck," he muttered. "Don't tease me like this, Grace."

"But it's so much fun," Grace replied.

"It is," Nate admitted. "But it's so fucking cruel."

Grace chuckled.

"Alright, I'm sorry," she said. But she wasn't. This was such an exhilarating feeling. And the fact that Nolan was at home, waiting for her, made it even better.

She turned around and smiled at Nate. He returned her smile, though his was tinged with frustration. And he was awfully close to her cheeks now.

"I think I should go," Grace said, biting her lip.

"Why?" Nate asked.

"Because you're getting too excited, and I think we need to be sensible," Grace said.

"You could stay," Nate suggested. "I can behave. Hey, why don't you, erh, water my plants?"

"I thought I was here for pleasure, not business," Grace teased.

"Do it," Nate breathed heavily, sounding desperate as hell. The influence Grace held over him was intoxicating.

"Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself," Grace said, giving him a serious look.

"I will, I promise," Nate said, nodding eagerly. "I won't touch you."

"You better," Grace said. "You know what will happen if you do."

Nate nodded.

With a last look at him, Grace walked over to the kitchen, where she found a clean pitcher. She filled it up at the sink, Nate no doubt getting another long glance at her cheeks while she did so, and brought it over to the plants on the windowsill. They needed watering. It felt a bit strange, but she got to work. Horticulture was her number one passion, so she was momentarily pulled from her arousal to focus on her plants.

But not entirely. Like a small ember glowing in her throat and belly, she felt the tension was there. The whole time, she was acutely aware of Nate's eyes on her. The way he looked at her made her feel so damn sexy. She knew she was, but his hunger just added to her own.

In the corner of her eyes, though, Grace swore she could see small fidgety movements in Nate's lap. Wait... was he…

Grace thought for a moment that the awkward angle of a side glance probably fooled her, but as she finished watering the plants and turned to him... well, his hands were resting on his belly, but his boxers had suddenly a massive strain, a large bulge tenting it out.

Grace looked up at Nate, giving him a small smile, pretending not to notice anything yet.

But Grace was experienced in catching men ogling her. She turned to pretend to do something with another plant. One moment, two moments.

When she was comfortable that he was back to business, she paused, pretending to adjust her bikini bottoms. As she did, she discreetly glanced back at him. Sure enough, Nate was slowly jerking off, with his cock still hidden under his boxers, his eyes glued to Grace's ass. She had told him not to touch her, but not himself.

"Nate!" Grace exclaimed, turning around to face him. "What the fuck!"

Grace hurried into the bathroom, threw her jeans and her t-shirt on as fast as they let her, and got out of there as fast as she could.

But when she entered her own apartment, instead of finding Nolan right away, Grace shut herself in the bathroom.

Leaning up against the door, she stood there almost hyperventilating. She should be pissed, feel violated, disgusted. But all she felt was a powerful, unforgiving, and almost scary high level of excitement.

So fucking exciting. So forbidden. So dangerous. He was touching himself while she was just trying to water plants! Part of her regretted calling him out on it, but she was so surprised that she just panicked. It would've been a normal reaction. But she knew deep down that she liked it. That a part of her had wanted to turn around to see it.

"Grace?" Nolan tried from the opposite side of the door.

Grace flung the door open and more or less attacked him. She spun him around, and shoved him back up against the bathroom door, and her mouth was all over his. Their kiss was wet, sloppy, and full of lust. She was burning up, almost desperately so. And with their lips locked, she began tugging his pants down frantically.

"You dirty man," Grace moaned once their kiss parted. She pulled down her own pants and the bikini underneath and jumped on him. She swung one leg outside his, and placed her knee on the wall behind him at waist-level, almost standing over him, then while them both standing up against the bathroom door, she sunk herself down, impaling her soaking pussy on his thick cock. Grace cried out with pleasure, clawing his back with her hands.

"Are you... upset?" Nolan asked, moaning.

"Not at all," Grace sighed. Her head felt fuzzy, and she began moving her hips slowly up and down. Fuck. "Feels so fucking good."

"Oh," Nolan said, and gave her a soft, loving kiss, while her wild pace started fucking the life out of him. She grabbed a tight grip on his ass and really rode him. Her legs were tired from working that morning, but she used every little reserve she had.

It was so fucking hot. All she could think was his strong cock, his firm grasp on her ass, the way he grunted and whimpered for mercy against her neck, kissing her pleadingly as she Grace held all the control and railed her sweet prince silly.

"Mmmh," Grace panted against his cheek, "Fuck, Nolan, fuck!"

"What, ugh, happened?" Nolan asked, reminding Grace of what exactly had happened.

Within three more thrusts, she came in a violent seizure, and, utterly exhausted, she fell backward against the cold floor of their hallway with a small thump.

Nolan followed and tried to keep fucking her, but it didn't take him more than a dozen slow strokes before the furious spasms of her insides milked him dry.

The two lay panting like lunatics on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

"That was fucking wild," Nolan said after a few strong gulps of air. "You go out for a few hours, then come back, shut yourself in the bathroom. Two minutes later, you fuck the shit out of me. Five minutes later, we're both a mess on the floor. What the fuck happened?" he asked, in sheer astonishment.

Grace rolled onto her side and proceeded to tell everything that had happened, per her promise. From trying the bikinis to her going over to his place to show off, watering his plants, teasing Nate about wanting to touch her, and all that. She guiltily left out that she had shown Nate her naked body from the back, not sure how Nolan would take such an escalation.

"You have no idea how wild you drove me with that last text, though," Nolan said.

"And I'm not done," Grace said. "There's one more thing, that, erh, really set me off..."

"And what is that? Should I be worried?" Nolan asked.

"I'm pretty sure Nate was...  touching himself while watching me," Grace said, bracing for impact.

Nolan stared at her a bit, making her a bit unsure of what his reaction was. Normally, she could read him like a book, but perhaps she wasn't in the right mind right now.

"... And? Did he touch you?" Nolan asked, baffling Grace in the process.

"What? No, he touched himself! While looking at me!" Grace said.

"Of course he did, have you looked at yourself? I'm tempted to do it right now, even, and you just drained everything I had," Nolan said.

"So that is not an issue for you?" Grace asked, sitting up more upright.

"Is it for you? If anything, you should've provided him with more eye candy," Nolan said. "Damn, now I really wanna see that new bikini..."

"You're impossible. Provide him with more eye candy? That bikini gives him plenty, let's say. Or what, did you want me to get naked?" Grace asked.

"Hey, if you're actually upset over this, I'll talk to him for you. If you're upset, I'm upset, but–"

"I'm not upset. Maybe a bit surprised," Grace said, interrupting him. "He just caught me off guard.."

Nolan smiled at her.

"What?" Grace asked.

"I love you so much," Nolan said. "And you're just... amazing. At least you don't have to be there for at least another week. And you watered his plants too, so you don't even have to do that."

"That is true," Grace concluded.

*

The rest of the week was riddled with work and medium weather for all three of them. Oakland Pharma demanded both Nolan's and Nate's attention fully, and way beyond their regular hours. Grace, on her end, was also busy with her work. She was almost considering getting an employee. It was something she deemed a huge risk, but as Nolan had explained it, it would be an investment for further growth. She would be able to cover more ground with an extra set of hands, freeing herself up a bit more for the bigger projects that needed more planning. Like the industrial lot. She was able to manage it now, but it was a close call and a lot of stress.

"If I can pick up an extra contract or two, maybe. Like, steady contracts, or long-term ones," Grace said. It was Friday, the very anticipated end of the week, and she was eating her lunch in her little shack over at the industrial lot, facetiming with Nolan as she did. With no colleagues, she often found herself talking with folks on the phone during her lunch break, but she enjoyed doing it with Nolan. He had such an easygoing attitude and was always upbeat.

"You sound like you're doing fine, though," Nolan said.

"I am. But a few more contracts would make sure there is always something to do. It would suck to hire someone and then fire them because I don't have enough liquid or enough work to keep them around," Grace argued.

"That is true–" Nolan continued talking, but Grace suddenly became distracted by an incoming text message from Nate. She hadn't heard from him in a while and Grace had quite honestly avoided him herself, feeling a bit weird about their last meeting. She had shown off her body in front of him, he had touched himself while watching her, and she had then had sex with Nolan in a haze that she had rarely felt before they started this fantasy. It was embarrassing to her how undone she became by it. And it made her wonder if she should perhaps put some boundaries in place.

"Hey," Grace said, interrupting Nolan mid-sentence.

"What is it?" Nolan asked.

"Nate just texted me," she said. Nolan paused, probably waiting for more.

"And?" he finally asked.

"He's letting me know that the weather this weekend will be perfect for sunbathing," Grace said.

"But you were already there this week," Nolan said.

"I think he wants to ogle me on our balcony, or perhaps try to get me to come over to his," Grace said, teasing her boyfriend a bit. "I mean, I won't go over to his place, but I actually did hope to sunbathe a bit. The weather has been so shit."

"Well, he's not wrong, it's supposed to be nice this weekend," Nolan said.

"So I guess I'll sunbathe at our balcony, then," Grace said.

"In the bikini that Nate helped you pick out?" Nolan asked. Grace bit her lip.

"Maybe," she said. "Let me ask you something, again I guess... last time, Nate touched himself while he watched me. That is, like, a huge violation of... of, I guess, me as a person. It's objectifying, but I guess that can't be helped. But he did it right in front of me, and you're okay with that?"

Nolan bought himself a bit of time by taking a sip from his coffee. Then he shrugged.

"He didn't touch you, and he didn't force you to watch him do it," Nolan said.

"I know that, but it's still... weird," Grace said. "It's super creepy."

"I know. And it is a bit, I'm not gonna lie," Nolan agreed. "But I trust you to not do anything stupid, and I also trust you to set boundaries if you're uncomfortable. Besides, I kinda like how excited it makes you, and how much it turns you on. Even if it's because of Nate. Or perhaps especially then."

Grace smiled at him. She couldn't deny it, though. The idea of sunbathing in a bikini that Nate had helped her pick out, then let him see her in it, was incredibly sexy to her. Especially the fact that she could entice Nate to pleasure herself while watching her.

"That's true," she said, smiling at Nolan. "And I do like it. It's such a naughty thrill."

"Exactly. But I don't mind how much it arouses you, or how much it turns you on, but don't let it go to your head. If last time is any indicator, hell, I'll encourage it even. You more or less forced yourself on me last time," Nolan said.

"I know. I was so horny. And you were just standing there. You should've seen yourself. All sweet and innocent. So fucking adorable and sexy. You drive me wild," Grace said.

"You mean Nate drives you wild, and I happened to be there," Nolan teased.

"No, it's not just that. It's all of this. This whole game we're playing," Grace said. "And I love how into it you are. And the fact that you trust me completely. So much."

"I do," Nolan said. "I really do."

"I love you, you know that," Grace said.

"I do know that. And I love you too," Nolan replied.

Grace smiled at him.

"Okay, I gotta get back to work. I'll see you tonight," Grace said.

"Have a nice rest of your day," Nolan said, blowing her a kiss.

Grace blew him a kiss back, and they hung up.

Later in the week, on Thursday to be exact, the weather indeed cleared up. It wasn't as hot as it had been just a few weeks earlier, but the sun was shining brightly, and it would be warm enough for Grace to wear her new bikini. So once she was back home from work, Grace quickly changed into her bikini, then headed outside to sunbathe for a bit.

As Grace sat down on their lounge chair, she made sure to put on a thick layer of sunscreen, making her perfect forms shine in the sun. It was nice to have some alone time, but it was also kind of exciting to know that Nate would most likely be watching her. She stretched out her long legs in front of her, leaning her head back. She sighed softly, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on her skin.

"Hey, princess," came a voice from above. Grace opened her eyes, seeing Nate standing there, his head peeking out over where the wall of their balconies arched down to more or less a half-wall. Grace couldn't help but smile at him.

"Hi, Nate," she replied.

"So you got the message about the weather?" Nate asked, giving her a grin.

"I did," Grace said, smiling. "How do you like the bikini I'm wearing?" Grace lazily lay over on her side, showing the girth of her hips as well as the width. Her head leaned on her shoulder, neck cocked, studying Nate's obvious reaction.

"I love it," Nate said. "It looks great on you."

"Good," Grace said. She slowly rolled onto her stomach, making sure to wiggle her ass a bit. She even pulled a bit on the sides of her bottom, riding them high to show the curvature of her butt more. Nate was staring at her, and she could feel his eyes on her firm cheeks. She felt so sexy, putting on this little show for him.

"Damn," Nate said, chuckling. "You're such a tease."

"I know," Grace said, pretending to pout at her own actions. She was having so much fun, but she didn't want to push things too far. She was already showing off in a bikini.

"Wanna come over here?" Nate asked. "The weather is perfect."

Grace chuckled. Nate wasn't serious, she could tell. He was just teasing her.

"Yeah, it is," she said. "But I'm not going anywhere."

"Listen, about last time," Nate began. "I'm really sorry for that. I'm not good with personal spaces and boundaries, and you, well, you really know how to wind me up, yeah? So I wanna apologize for being such a creep and such an asshole. I mean, I guess my judgment was clouded, and I thought it would fall under the 'no touching' rule, but I totally"

"You don't have to keep saying sorry. I was just surprised," Grace said, cutting him off, and waving her hand dismissively at him. "And I guess you're right. You weren't touching me at all. And I know it's hard for you to control yourself. It's quite flattering, actually."

Nate smiled at her.

"And if you want my honest opinion, it was hot. Seeing you... touch yourself while watching me," Grace added, lowering her voice as she spoke. She was surprised by her own words, and it felt a bit naughty saying them out loud. But they were true.

"Yeah?" Nate asked, grinning.

"Yeah," Grace said, giving him a small smile.

"That's good to hear," Nate said. "I really wanted to show you that I can be trusted, but, I mean, I'm only human."

"You can't help it," Grace said. She reached back and grabbed her ass. "I know what I got," she added, releasing her cheek, letting her hand glide across it instead. She saw his reaction and simply had to giggle.

"And I see that you're wearing my bikini," Nate noted.

"I am. It's actually quite comfortable. Certainly a higher quality than my old one," Grace said.

"Just remember, Nolan can't see it. It's all for me," Nate said, grinning at her.

"Right," Grace said, smiling at him. "All for you."

"Is he there?" Nate asked. Lo and behold, Grace heard Nolan shut the front door, calling out his arrival. "Quick, throw on a towel, before he sees!" Nate urged.

"Two seconds, babe," Grace called through the glass door, hurrying out of view, suddenly feeling a mix of anxious anticipation and a playful sense of danger.

"Here," Nate said, throwing a towel to her, as she hadn't brought one herself.

*

Nolan was a bit confused when he came home and saw Grace hurry out of view. He swore she was wearing a bikini he didn't recognize, but wasn't able to catch any details as she soon emerged with a towel wrapped around her, shielding her body from him. 

What was this? Nolan felt a half-chub growing at this blatant display of his own girlfriend rejecting him in favor of another man. Because that was what was happening right? Under his own roof?

"Sorry, Nolan, I'm wearing Nate's bikini... could you, erh, like, go to the bedroom or something?" she asked, sounding at least apologetic.

Nolan felt himself grow pissed off, both from Nate bossing him around and being denied access to his own girlfriend. Hell, it wasn't even one of Nate's 'sessions' or whatever! Yet, Nolan couldn't deny the underlying arousal of being sent to their bedroom, locked away essentially while Nate got to have his fill of his girlfriend.

"For real?" Nolan asked. "You're asking me to sit and wait in the bedroom while you two have fun?"

Grace's eyes grew wide at the realization of how it might sound, but her silence spoke volumes.

"Fine," Nolan said, rolling his eyes and walking towards their bedroom. "Whatever."

He knew he sounded like an angry child, but that's because he felt like one. And part of him hated that he was getting turned on by this, but he wasn't gonna say no to his own hard-on.

He walked into the bedroom, then laid down on their bed, still fully dressed. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. It didn't make any sense to get angry over this. They had agreed upon this arrangement. And if anything, this meant that they would fuck once Nate was done. But he was still jealous, and he didn't like how Nate ordered him around like he owned the place. He wasn't even allowed to watch them!

Nolan reached down and undid his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. He grabbed his hard cock and began stroking it slowly, trying to relax and not be so angry. There was a thrill to this, he had to admit. The idea that Grace would rather wear a bikini that Nate had chosen for her than show him, that she would rather hang out with Nate than spend time with him, it was so fucking hot. Nolan had to bite his lip to not moan loudly.

*

"You really sent him to his room, eh?" Nate teased.

"I did. It's so naughty," Grace said, almost beaming. She knew Nolan would be pissed, but she'd make it up to him, and Nolan surely knew that as well. Oh, how hard would she make it up to him. "This is all so naughty."

"It is. And you look so fucking good in that bikini. I can't believe you're wearing it for me again," Nate said. "It's so hot."

Grace looked over her shoulder at him.

"It is," she said, biting her lip. "But I'm not wearing it for you. It is a much better bikini than my old one. It's so smooth and light."

"Right," Nate said, grinning at her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course," Grace said, cocking her head.

"Are you enjoying all of this?" Nate asked. "Is it what you wanted? Are you satisfied with the agreement we've got?"

"Yes," Grace replied without hesitation. What was Nate getting at?

"Do you want to take things further? Do you feel like..." Nate asked.

"No, I love our arrangement. It's super exciting, and I love Nolan being able to watch," Grace said, interrupting him, killing any ideas of anything else. "I get to tease you, and if you keep those big hands to yourself, you get a date."

"Sorry, I meant more like, I'm just curious what you and Nolan get out of this. I mean, teasing and I guess Nolan loves to see his girl get so much attention, yeah sure, but what exactly are you looking for here, you know?" Nate asked.

"I don't know, I guess it's just a fun fantasy to play around with. But you know that Nolan and I love each other very much, right? So nothing will ever happen between us. Just fantasies," Grace said.

"That's true," Nate said. "And I guess what I'm gathering is that you like being naughty. Does that start and end with teasing me? Or do you do stuff for yourself, for Nolan, or, like, doll up a bit extra to get some attention from all the poor souls out there?"

"I guess a bit of everything. Call me shallow, but I love the attention, honestly. I won't ever betray Nolan, so perhaps concentrating all my attention-whoring towards you sort of amplifies things," Grace said.

"You're not being an attention-whore. Please, I don't like crass words like that to describe someone as beautiful as you. You're not putting on a show, either. You're just... being yourself. I mean, you have this look about you, and it's not really a bad thing. If anything, it demands the attention of men. And you seem to enjoy that," Nate said.

"This look about me? What do you mean?" Grace said.

Nate shifted his weight a bit. "That you're simply better," he said. Grace felt her heart skip a beat. "You know how you look. You've probably heard it since you were a teenager, hell, earlier than that even. But you can't help it. And there is nothing wrong with that. All you want is to be treated well, to be cherished and loved. But at the same time, you want men to lust over you, to dream about you. And that look, that small smile and relaxed, confident arch of your eyebrows... you just radiate confidence."

Grace blushed hard.

"I... wow," she said. "No one has ever told me that before."

"Really? Because it's so obvious," Nate said, shrugging. "I guess people don't see past their own envy."

"Maybe," Grace said. She wasn't sure how to react. No one had ever been so honest with her before, and she felt a bit overwhelmed. "You're right, though, I do love the attention. And it is exciting, knowing that I can make you... touch yourself. It makes me feel so powerful."

"And it makes me feel like a horny teenager," Nate said, grinning. "It's quite embarrassing, actually. But I can't help it."

"You don't have to," Grace said.

"I know," Nate said.

The two of them fell silent for a bit.

"So, uh, you're okay with me jerking my cock to you?" Nate said, rather bluntly. Grace had to laugh at the sudden shift.

"Okay is perhaps a bit strong. I'm fine with it. I won't encourage it, but yeah, I guess I'll let it slide," Grace said.

"You won't encourage it? You encourage the hell out of it, even wearing dirty sweatpants and a T-shirt," Nate chuckled.

"Oh my," Grace teased. But Nate being so forward and honest was refreshing. Normally, it was Nolan, people staring, or a drunken remark. Nate was neither of those things. "I guess I should make you wear a bag over your head then. Would that help?"

"It might," Nate said, grinning at her. "Hey, I have an idea."

"Is that so?" Grace asked, weary of him now.

"It's nothing too bad. Or, it is, but it's just for you," Nate said. "You enjoy being naughty, even if it's just for you, right? Or, maybe especially so."

"What's the idea?" Grace asked.

"It's not something specific, but one thing you could do to be a little naughty is to dress more... provocatively," Nate said. Before Grace could object, Nate continued. "I mean, under your regular clothes. Lingerie under your coveralls, be naked around the apartment when nobody is around, have sexy gym clothes that you wear only for you, that sort of thing."

"Like a secret?" Grace asked, curious now. She hadn't considered doing anything like that before, but it did sound fun.

"Yeah, a secret. I know it sounds silly but think about it. It's just for you. You don't have to tell anyone, nor does anyone have to know," Nate said.

"You'd know, though," Grace pointed out.

"True, but it's just me. I don't count," Nate said. "And I don't have to know... unless you want me to. Neither does Nolan. It's just a fun game for you to play by yourself."

Grace thought about it. It sounded like a lot of fun, she got to do it in private, without anyone knowing. It would be her little secret. Should she tell Nolan? That she'd sometimes be a bit naughty just for herself and nobody else? If she told him, that would defeat the purpose, but Nate would sort of know about it too. He was right, though, nobody else had to know.

"That sounds fun, actually," Grace said. "A secret."

"A secret," Nate repeated, grinning. "Now you'll be naughty not only for Nolan, me, and everyone else but also for yourself."

Grace smiled at him. This could be fun, and it would make her feel even naughtier. She could feel her heart beat faster, just thinking about it. She couldn't wait to start.

"Okay, I'll see you later," Grace said. She got up from the lounge chair, pretending to drop Nate's towel to the floor. Nate let out a grunt as she did. "Oh, sorry," Grace teased, slowly picking it back up, making sure to show off her firm ass cheeks. "Here you go," she said, smiling deviously at him as she handed him the towel.

"I can't wait till next week," Nate grunted.

"Me neither," Grace replied, giving him a wink.

With that, Grace headed inside, making sure to put on a bit of a show for Nate as she walked away.

Once inside, Grace went to the bathroom to take off Nate's bikini and store it away and then went to find Nolan on their bed, his pants pulled down and his hard cock in hand. He was stroking it slowly, looking over at a completely naked Grace with dark, hungry eyes.

"You've been jerking off?" Grace asked. Nolan nodded, biting his lip. Grace grinned at him, feeling so naughty. "Did you have fun?"

"I did," Nolan said, sitting up a bit more. He looked so fucking sexy. Grace felt her own arousal flare up.

"I guess I should take care of that for you," Grace said, closing the distance between them. She grabbed hold of his shirt, tugging it upwards. Nolan let go of his cock, letting her remove his shirt. Once it was off, Grace pushed him back onto the bed. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," she whispered.

Nolan groaned as he lay back.

*

The next few days, and over the weekend, Nolan and Grace spent a lot of time together. They rarely went out, as both were rather tired from their jobs, but this weekend they decided to make the most of it. On Saturday, Grace had to go over to the industrial lot to catch up on some things, but she made sure to take Nolan with her, letting him watch her work. He helped her out a bit, fixing some broken fence posts that she didn't have time for. They had a nice day, just the two of them, and it was lovely.

But once the weekend was over, it was back to work for both of them. Nolan found himself buried in work again, and Grace was no different. She had just gotten her a new steady contract, a row of trees on either side of Main Street that another company had botched, and she was busy with that. It wasn't the biggest job, but it required her full attention, which made it an even better job. Knowing that someone fucked up and that the county decided to give her the job instead was also quite nice.

Grace spent the week doing her usual stuff, work and other tasks. She had promised herself that she'd start being a bit naughtier, dressing up more under her coveralls, wearing lingerie, or even being naked underneath, but she hadn't gotten around to it yet. She didn't know why. She liked the idea, but when it came to actually doing it, she got a bit nervous. She had never done anything like it before. So she promised herself that she'd start soon, just not today.

But as work made the week fly by, she realized that she hadn't been paying a visit to Nate this week. And that wasn't part of their agreement.

So, on Friday night, as she and Nolan ate their dinner, she mentioned it.

"Hey, babe, I think I should head over to Nate's tomorrow," she said. Nolan looked up at her. "It's been over a week since I've seen him. Not sure if I can keep putting it off without breaking our agreement."

"Yeah, you're right," Nolan said. "What will you do?"

"I'll probably go over there during the afternoon. Sunbathe in my bikini for him. Let him ogle me some," Grace said.

"That sounds nice," Nolan said. "Just don't forget about me," he added, giving her a small smile.

"How could I?" Grace replied, grinning at him. "You're my sweet prince."

The next day, Grace woke up early, like she usually did. She got up, put on a tank top and a pair of panties, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. She had planned to go over to Nate's apartment in the afternoon but decided to do it sooner than later, so that she could spend more time with Nolan in the evening.

Once her breakfast was ready, she sat down on the couch and watched a bit of tv, eating her food while thinking about Nate and what she was going to do. She was looking forward to sunbathing, but it was still exciting to think about how he would react to seeing her in a bikini again.

With a small grin on her face, Grace finished her food, then got up and headed back to the bedroom to put on some clothes. She chose a pair of blue denim shorts and a simple white t-shirt. She quickly brushed her hair, then applied some light makeup, making her look a bit more glamorous than normal. She had to admit that she enjoyed looking pretty for Nate.

Once she was ready, she left the bedroom, picked up Nate's exclusive bikini, and found Nolan sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"You're going now?" he asked. Grace quickly shoved the bikini into her handbag, so Nolan wouldn't see it. Nolan caught it, but didn't decide to push it.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna head over for a bit. An hour, I don't know," Grace replied.

"Okay, well, have fun," Nolan said, smiling at her.

Grace walked over to him, then leaned down and gave him a deep kiss.

"I love you," she said, smiling at him.

"I love you too," Nolan replied.

With that, Grace left their apartment and walked down to Nate's apartment. She knocked on his door and waited for him to open it. She started to feel a bit nervous, and couldn't help but smile in anticipation.

After a moment, the door opened. Nate stood there, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his hair slightly ruffled. Grace looked him over, biting her lip.

"Hey, princess," Nate greeted. "What are you doing here?"

"I just thought I'd come over to see you," Grace said.

Grace stepped inside his apartment, and Nate closed the door behind her.

"So you're here to sunbathe, I take it? I wondered when that might be, but I didn't want to nag you or anything," Nate said, giving her a grin.

"Yeah, I just thought I'd come over and do it now," Grace said, looking over her shoulder, and running a hand over her ass. "Is that okay?"

"Of course it is," Nate said, chuckling. "You can come over any time you like."

Grace smiled at him, then pulled out the bikini from her bag. "Here, I'm gonna go change into this," she said, handing him the bikini. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure, go ahead," Nate said.

Grace headed to Nate's bathroom. As she was about to close the door, she suddenly stopped. Instead, she left the door slightly ajar, so that Nate could see her if he wanted to. She knew that it was wrong, but she liked the idea of Nate watching her undress. Like when she was trying on bikinis. She couldn't explain why she did it, but she did, and that's all that mattered.

Whatever the reason, Grace began to undress, pulling her t-shirt over her head, revealing her bare breasts. Keeping her back to the door, she dropped the t-shirt onto the floor, then hooked her fingers into her shorts, sliding them down over her hips slowly. She slowly bent over as she did, pushing her hips out, making sure to show off her firm ass cheeks in her panties. She didn't know if Nate was watching her or not, but she still felt her heart race and her skin flush.

Once her shorts were around her ankles, Grace stepped out of them and picked them up. She couldn't resist and quickly looked over her shoulder to see if Nate was watching her. He wasn't there. Her heart sunk for a second then raced wildly once more.

Turning back, Grace hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began sliding them down her hips. Once she had them around her thighs, she swore she heard a low groan. Suddenly feeling a bit nervous, Grace turned slightly so that if Nate was watching, he'd only see her at an angle. Then she quickly pulled her panties down to her ankles, kicking them off to join her shorts. She stood there for a second, completely naked, her back to the door and her heart in her throat. She couldn't deny that she loved feeling so vulnerable and exposed. But it excited her so incredibly.

Taking a deep breath, Grace finally turned to the bikini, picked it up, and started putting it on. She wasn't quite sure if Nate had watched her, but if he had, he'd just gotten another small treat, the sight of her completely nude backside. It excited and mortified her equally, but she couldn't stop thinking about it, how hot it would have been, Nate seeing her in all her nudity, completely helpless to him. Why did she want so badly to show off her body to him?

Grace shook the thoughts off and put on the bikini. Once it was securely in place, she quickly checked her appearance in the mirror. She smiled and shook her head in disbelief.

A naughty little thing had managed to infiltrate her psyche.

After a deep breath, she went outside, wearing Nate's exclusive swimwear.

Grace immediately locked eyes with a grinning Nate, who was now lounging on a couch and had obviously watched her change.

"Done?" he teased, casually stretching out, which revealed his semi-hard cock. He clearly had enjoyed the show. Grace smiled to herself and decided to ignore it.

"You bet, darling," Grace chirped, "Is it sunny on the balcony?"

Grace went straight over to the sliding doors to the balcony and pulled them wide open. Nate just chuckled.

Once there, Grace instantly leaned into a lounger, letting the sun shine on her smooth skin. She stretched out her long legs and arched her back. It was warm out, and it felt so good.

"Damn, you look amazing," Nate said, joining her outside. "It's gonna be hard to keep my hands off you."

Grace gave him a cheeky grin, but said nothing. She knew she was being bad, but she liked it. She could feel her heart beat faster, and a warmth spread through her body.

"I've got some sunscreen for you," Nate said.

"Thanks, honey," Grace said, accepting the bottle from him. "Could you do my back?"

"Sure," Nate said, taking the bottle back from her. "Wait, I can't touch you."

"Too bad," Grace teased. "I guess you have to watch me do it then."

"Fuck," Nate groaned. Grace couldn't help but giggle at his reaction. She loved teasing him like this.

Grace squirted a bit of sunscreen into her hand, then started rubbing it into her skin. She made sure to take her time, spreading the lotion all over her body. She was so horny, and she couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this. She loved teasing Nate, making him squirm, and knowing that he couldn't touch her.

Nate watched her like a hawk, his eyes glued to her body. Grace knew she was glistening with the lotion, and that Nate was drinking in every inch of her smooth skin, his gaze like a caress. When he licked his lips, Grace could feel her heart skip a beat. She was playing such a dangerous game, but she was having so much fun.

"God damn it, you are a fucking tease," Nate growled as Grace finished rubbing the lotion into her thighs.

"Sure, you don't want to help me out?" Grace pouted, almost dying for Nate to relent. How quickly did these scenarios not turn her on?

"I-I want to, but I can't," Nate said. Was he flustered? Was Grace able to get the assertive, slightly creepy man up against the ropes? She had to be dreaming.

"Okay, I get it," Grace cooed, batting her eyes innocently at him. "But you're having fun, too, aren't you?"

Nate glared at her for a second, but the intensity was replaced with an eager nod. He loved this just as much as Grace did, if not more. It was evident that her teasing and displays were getting the best of him, and if the visible bulge was an indicator, he was fully erect. Grace felt the excitement so thoroughly in her chest it was almost painful now. Nate couldn't stop staring at her, and she loved it.

"Good," she purred.

Grace lay down on the lounger, donned her sunglasses, and closed her eyes, enjoying the sun on her skin. She felt so sexy and naughty, wearing Nate's exclusive bikini, knowing that he couldn't touch her. She smiled to herself, feeling like a goddess.

After a moment, Nate spoke again.

"How's Nolan doing?" he asked.

"He's good," Grace replied. "Probably quite anxious about what's going on over here, behind your door."

"I'm sure he'd be able to steal a glance from your guys balcony," Nate chuckled.

"He won't. He's good at playing by the rules and such," Grace replied, smiling to herself.

"That's true, but even he isn't immune to temptation, right?" Nate asked.

"Yeah, but I know my sweet prince. He's not gonna peek," Grace said. "What about you?"

"What do you mean?" Nate asked, chuckling. "Of course I'm tempted."

"I know you are," Grace said, grinning. "But what I meant was, what would you do if you could touch me?"

Nate groaned.

"Don't torture me like that," he said.

"Sorry, I just wanted to know," Grace said, not sorry at all.

There was silence between them for a moment as they both basked in the sun.

"I'd want to run my hands all over your body," Nate said after a while, his voice low. "Feel your soft skin, and the curves of your hips. I'd kiss your neck and make you moan. Then I'd spread your legs and eat your pussy like it's my last meal."

Grace bit her lip, feeling a flush of arousal. Nate's words sent a thrill through her body. She loved hearing him say that.

"And then?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Then I'd fuck you until you screamed," Nate said. His words were like electricity in Grace's veins, sending a wave of pleasure through her.

"Fuck," Grace moaned. She was so turned on. She had to fight the urge to touch herself. But she didn't want to give in yet. "That sounds amazing."

"It does, doesn't it?" Nate said, chuckling softly. He leaned back, letting his hand rest on his stomach. His eyes lingered on Grace's body, drinking in the sight of her. Grace felt so sexy, being ogled by Nate. "So this turns you on? Lying like this in front of me, showing off your perfect body, all oiled up?"

"Oh yeah," Grace said with a confident smile.

"Are you turned on right now?" Nate asked, raising an eyebrow.

"... Yes," Grace admitted, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin. She couldn't believe how much this turned her on, and how much she was enjoying it. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself.

"I can't wait for our date," Nate said, grinning at her. Grace blushed, unable to meet his gaze. She was so horny, and she couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this. And now Nate knew too.

"You should. Just keep your hands to yourself," she replied, giving him a sly grin, trying to hide her growing embarrassment.

"You're such a fucking tease," Nate chuckled. "God damn..." He ran a hand through his hair and let out a heavy breath. Grace could see he was aroused and couldn't help but blush. "Aren't you? Looking forward to our date, I mean?"

Grace couldn't help but catch the underlying implication that Nate thought he'd get lucky after their date. A part of her wanted to tell him otherwise, but she found herself wondering that herself. If they came to a point where that was an option, for Nate to get lucky, what would she do? This was surely something she had to discuss with Nolan. Part of her saw the reasonable thing; no, Nate wouldn't get anything more than the date. But another part of her, a more adventurous side that had begun to emerge, wondered if she'd let it go further. Would she fuck Nate?

The thought made her heart skip a beat. She was already playing with fire, teasing him like this, wearing his bikini, and letting him look at her. Wasn't it natural to take it one step further? Just thinking about it in her slightly compromised state made her flush, but she couldn't deny the rush that went through her body.

"Sure, I'm looking forward to it," Grace said after a moment. She tried to sound casual, but her voice was barely above a whisper. "As long as you behave."

Nate chuckled at that.

"I'll behave," he said, giving her a sly smile.

Grace lay back on the lounger, trying to relax. She couldn't believe how much this was turning her on, and she knew it was wrong. She tried to push the thoughts out of her head, to enjoy the sun, but it wasn't easy. Her body was tingling all over. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself, to rush over to Nolan and attack him. But she remained. Something kept her locked to that lounger.

She tried to focus on other things, like the feel of the sun on her skin and the sounds of the nearby trees blowing in the wind, but it was difficult. She could feel Nate's eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her. She could hear his breath, shallow and heavy. It was intoxicating, knowing how much she was affecting him.

"Did you remember to oil up your tits?" Nate asked.

"Why, such crass language, mister," Grace teased, looking over him. Nate leaned back on his palms, still facing her. Thankfully, she still had her sunglasses on, or he'd see her eyes trail down to his obvious bulge.

"Sorry, some habits are hard to beat," Nate said.

"Well, you wanted pointers. You've mostly reined in your language. Boldness can be fine, but being outright crass in the wrong setting will make people feel uncomfortable," Grace said.

"Right. Sorry, it just came out. I didn't mean it that way," Nate said.

"I know you didn't," Grace replied. "Anyway, yes, I did oil up my chest."

She reached up and rubbed her hands over her chest, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She could feel her nipples harden under her touch. She knew she was putting on a show for Nate, but she couldn't help it. She loved teasing him.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," Nate said, his voice low and husky.

Grace grinned at him. She didn't reply. She simply rolled over on her side, her back facing him. Nate cursed under his breath, and Grace had to bite back a giggle. She stretched out on the lounger, the cool sunscreen glistening on her skin, and then closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun.

For a little while, the two of them just basked in the sunshine together, enjoying the peace and quiet. The tension was thick and exciting, but at the same time, it was relaxing. It was a strange sensation. Grace liked it, though. It was the perfect blend of arousing and comfortable.

At some point, after maybe fifteen minutes of sunbathing in silence, Grace heard Nate stir behind her. She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder. Nate had sat up and was looking straight at her. His eyes trailed up her body until he locked eyes with her.

"Are you okay there, Nate?" Grace asked, looking over at him.

Then her eyes trailed down to where his hands were, down in his lap, and she could see that his pants were tented. Nate was quite obviously massaging the huge erection that he was hiding. Her face flushed at the sight of him pleasuring himself. It was incredibly erotic, and she felt a rush go through her. Her heart began to pound, and her skin felt like it was burning.

"What are you doing?" Grace whispered, feeling her entire body grow warm, her arousal flaring up inside her.

"Nothing," Nate said, his voice low. His eyes were full of desire, and he had a smirk on his lips. He was enjoying the effect he was having on her.

"It looks like you're doing something," Grace pointed out, her voice barely more than a breath. "You're touching yourself."

"Yeah," Nate grunted, rubbing his erection through his pants. "You said it was fine. Do you want me to stop?"

Grace hesitated. "... No, it's fine," she said.

"Okay."

Grace felt frozen to the lounger, hand resting on her chest, unable to tear her eyes away from Nate, or his movements. She could hear his breathing becoming heavy, and she could almost see the pleasure rippling through him as he stroked himself.

"Do you mind if I get a bit more comfortable?" Nate asked. Grace didn't reply; she barely even nodded.

Nate rose her hips, and when Grace understood that he was undressing, she immediately turned away. This was so crazy.

Nate's pants hit the floor, and Grace could hear him sit back down, letting out a content sigh. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and her face felt like it was on fire. She was so turned on, and she couldn't believe how much this was affecting her. She heard the sound of heavy meat getting gripped and worked over, and she could feel herself getting wetter.

"Are you doing all right back there?" Grace asked nervously.

Nate didn't reply. Instead, he let out a grunt. A deep, primal sound that sent a shiver through Grace's body. She felt like she was going to explode. She tried to calm herself down, but she couldn't. Nate's noises were driving her wild. She knew it was wrong, but she wanted to see what he was doing. She wanted to watch him jerk off.

Without thinking, she reached for her sunglasses and removed them. Then she rolled over onto her other side, so she was facing him.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. Nate was sitting on the edge of the lounger, legs spread wide, completely naked from the waist down.

"Fuck," Grace whimpered as she saw how huge his cock was. Nate was so fucking big it was unfair! It was long and thick, roped and veiny, and now he was stroking it with slow, deliberate motions, right in front of her.

The sight of him, his huge cock in hand, was almost too much for Grace to bear. She felt her pussy throb with need, and her body flushed with heat. She wanted to touch herself so badly, to ease the ache between her legs. Instead, she just watched Nate, mesmerized by his movements, his thick meat glistening with pre-cum.

Grace was completely lost in the moment, her body burning with desire, and her mind racing with thoughts of curiosity and guilt. She knew she shouldn't be watching him like this, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Nate's cock was so beautiful and so masculine. It was making her feel things she had never felt before. She wasn't ever a size queen, it wasn't something she ever thought about, other than it would hurt like hell, but now seeing Nate's meat in the flesh a deadly mix of intimidation and fascination took over her mind, and she had to wonder how it would feel inside of her. It was like a beast that had to be tamed.

"You look so good," Nate said, his voice low and husky. "Your skin is so smooth and your body is amazing."

"Thank you," Grace said.

"I wish I could touch you. Your body is perfect," Nate said, his voice thick with lust. "I'd run my hands all over you, feeling every inch of your skin."

"That sounds nice," Grace whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I'd kiss you too, all over. Your lips, your neck, your tits. Everywhere."

Grace felt her pussy ache at Nate's words. She bit her lip and let out a moan. She was so turned on, and she couldn't stop herself from touching her chest, feeling the warmth of her skin through the bikini.

Suddenly, Nate stood up. He stepped closer to Grace and stood over her, his massive cock looming above her. Grace stared up at him, her eyes wide.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Just getting a better look at you," Nate said, his voice low and husky. He looked down at her, his eyes roaming over her body. "Fuck, you're so beautiful. Turn around."

"What–"

"I just wanna look at your ass, then I'll finish," Nate grunted.

Grace felt her heart race in her chest, but she slowly rolled over onto her stomach. She felt her pulse quicken as Nate moved even closer. He knelt down behind her, and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. She could smell his musk, and she felt her body flush with heat. His knees were resting on her lounger, and Grace could feel the heat from his body through the thin material of her bikini.

Nate looked at her ass, her gorgeous full butt that had won her numerous stares throughout her life, his gaze lingering on her soft cheeks. He traced a finger along the curve of her backside, without actually touching her. Half an inch separated him from her, a reminder not to violate his agreement. Still, the sheer proximity made Grace whimper and nearly implode into her own burning skin. She had never been touched with such intensity.

She had no idea where her life would go if Nate decided to break the rules and go any further. Grace found herself almost saddened, disappointed even. But he did nothing of the sort, instead standing up to continue stroking his massive cock. And what a specimen it was. Grace, still on her lying on her stomach, arms crossed under her chin, stared up at Nate's impressive length and girth, still working it with his massive hands.

"You are fucking amazing," Nate growled, his eyes fixed on her. "Your body is perfect. You're so sexy."

"Thank you," Grace whispered.. "You look very big," she admitted, blushing furiously. She couldn't believe she had said that, it was just coming out, driven by her lust.

Nate chuckled. "Yeah, I am," he said, giving his shaft a stroke. Pre-cum oozed from his tip, which he ran the pad of his thumb over. "Do you want to feel it?"

Grace bit her lip and gave a shy nod. "... Yes."

With that, Nate closed the distance between them and knelt down next to the lounger again. His cock hung heavily just a foot from Grace's face, his musk strong in her nostrils. She stared at him, her heart hammering in her chest. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Nate gripped his meat and brought it closer. It was right in her face now, and Grace saw the grotesque details of his big cock. The veins, the red angry tip. A thrill ran through her body, and she had to admit to herself that she liked how intimidating it was. It wasn't an exaggeration that it would take some work getting inside of her, if they ever got that far.

"Is this all right?" Nate asked, his voice thick with need. Grace could only nod. "Go ahead," he said in a low voice.

Tentatively, Grace lifted her hand, feeling the warmth radiating from Nate's shaft. It was so warm she could feel the heat, and she could feel the strength of him even without touching him. It was incredible, his dick. And it wasn't fully erect. How was Nolan a match for something this virile?

Size didn't really matter, the motion of the ocean and all that, but this was a physical unfairness about his sheer size. Something that simply couldn't be taught or done anything about. This was just nature at its finest. Or most cruel, depending on who you were.

Grace slowly reached out and wrapped her small fingers around Nate's shaft. His skin was soft and smooth, but there was so much strength and power in him. She felt him throb in her hand, and she felt a thrill run through her body.

"Fuck, that feels good," Nate said, his voice heavy with need.

Grace bit her lip and stroked him slowly. Once, twice. She felt his heat, how he throbbed–

Then she stopped. Abruptly, she pulled her hand away, surprised and disgusted by her own actions. What was she doing? Why was she touching him? She knew this was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this. She needed to stop.

"Sorry, I-I can't," Grace stammered. She sat up on her lounger.

"It's okay," Nate said. "We'll just say no rules were broken--"

"That would be a lie," Grace said, shaking her head. She was utterly distraught and confused by what had happened. She looked at him, her face flushed with guilt and shame. He was ever stoic, though, an arch on his brow indicated his sympathy.

"It wouldn't. You touched me," Nate said. Was he truly making excuses for her? "I didn't touch you. It's not so bad." But it was. Instead of Nate caving, it was Grace. She had felt his big, warm cock, she had made it move, and now she couldn't stop thinking about how amazing it felt in her hand.

"But it is. It is bad," she insisted.

"No, it isn't. And besides, it felt good, didn't it?" Nate said.

Grace didn't reply. She couldn't admit it. Not to him. Not to herself.

Nate reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. His touch was gentle and reassuring, and Grace felt a tingle run through her body. She wanted to pull away from him, but she couldn't bring herself to.

"Don't worry about it, princess," Nate said, giving her a smile. "It's just a bit of fun. And I know I'm touching you now, but I don't care. You seem out of yourself and sometimes dates have to go to waste if a wonderful girl like you needs consoling."

Grace looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion and guilt.

"But... but I..." she stammered, trying to find the words. She couldn't. She didn't know what to say. She had violated the terms of their agreement, and she was guilty of it. But she knew that Nate was right. She was just having fun, and perhaps Nolan would find it in himself to forgive her. He had said how he didn't like things to become physical, but what was she to do? How could she not give in?

"Hey, we can keep it on arms length from now on," Nate said, sitting back on his lounger as to prove his point."You're not a bad girl, I know you're not."

"Thank you," Grace replied, feeling some of the tension leave her body. Nate was being so understanding, and she was thankful for it. She didn't know what she would've done if he had reacted with anger or frustration.

The two of them sat there for a moment, enjoying the sun. Grace felt a little better now, and she was glad that Nate wasn't mad at her.

After a while, Grace dared to look over at him. She still felt like she had crossed a major line, but Nate didn't seem to care. He was just enjoying the sun, his hands resting on his stomach. His cock was tucked away in his boxers, still hard and ready. Grace couldn't help but stare at it. It was so big, and so intimidating. She felt another rush go through her body. She bit her lip and looked away.

"You're so big," she whispered. Nate glanced over at her.

"Yeah, I am," he said, grinning smugly. Grace looked back at him, feeling embarrassed. She shouldn't have said that. Why did it just keep coming out of her? She wasn't like that. Why was she saying all these things, acting in these ways, around him?

"Do you mind if I finish what we started, so I can rest up, too?" he continued. Grace quickly shook her head.

"No, go ahead. It's only fair," she said, biting her lip.

Grace was curious. She wanted to see Nate pleasure himself. She wanted to see him cum. She couldn't deny that it was thrilling to watch a man climax, especially a big man like him. It was a natural, raw act of masculine potency. And it was just so damn arousing.

"Alright, princess," Nate grunted. "Just keep watching."

Nate picked himself up and stood, his massive cock right in front of her. Grace felt herself getting wet, her body flush with heat, her heart racing. Nate gave her a small smile and began to stroke his cock.

Grace watched in awe as Nate started slowly rubbing his big shaft, his eyes locked with hers. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen, Nate stroking himself in front of her, his intense gaze locked with hers. It was intense and primal, and it was sending shivers through her body. She couldn't look away.

Nate's breathing became heavier as he stroked himself, his cock throbbing in his hands. Grace watched as a drop of precum oozed from his tip, a milky rivulet running down the side of his shaft. She felt herself getting hornier and hornier as she watched him, her pussy aching with need.

Suddenly, Nate began to jerk himself faster, his strokes becoming harder. He let out a deep moan as he pleasured himself, his cock growing impossibly large. He looked so huge, standing before her, jerking his big shaft. Grace felt her pussy throb. She wanted nothing more than for Nate to fuck her, right there and then. She didn't care about the consequences; she just wanted him to fuck her brains out.

"God damn it, you look so fucking hot," Nate grunted as he pumped his big shaft. "You're driving me fucking crazy."

Grace didn't say anything. She didn't trust herself to speak. Her mind was a haze of arousal and confusion, and all she could focus on was how insanely angry his purple crown was. It was the ugliest yet hottest thing she had ever seen.

Without even thinking, Grace decided to tease him a bit more. As Nate pumped his shaft, his pre-cum drooling and glistening in the sun, Grace arched her back, presenting her perky tits up to him, making sure he had the best view possible.

"You like the way that looks, don't you?" Grace said, licking her lips. Nate let out a deep groan as he pumped his shaft harder.

"Yeah, it looks amazing," he panted.

Grace reached up and slowly ran her hands over her curves, teasing him even more. "You like that, huh? You like seeing me touch myself, thinking of you, looking at you?" Nate couldn't respond. He was too caught up in his own pleasure.

"Come on, baby, cum for me," she urged, wanting to see him lose control.

Grace's heart raced in her chest, and she felt her whole body flush with heat. She couldn't believe how aroused she was. She had never felt like this before. It was intense and primal and uncontrollable. It was everything she had dreamed about and never dared ask for.

And it was happening because of her much older neighbor. Someone who they thought was a creep, who was older than her dad. Now, she found him the most alluring man on earth. She just wanted to drive him off the edge, like it was a responsibility she couldn't walk away from. She was teasing him into a point of no return, and she couldn't wait to see it.

Nate moaned, and his hand moved at a rapid pace, the crown of his massive member seeming even more intense. He was so close to climax, so close to cumming.

"Yes, baby, that's it," Grace moaned, stroking her tits. Nate's breathing was coming in ragged, deep gulps, and his whole body was shaking with need. "Cum for me."

"Oh God!" Nate grunted, his cock throbbing furiously in his fist. "Oh God!"

Finally, he let out a loud moan, his hips bucking and his cock shooting his seed violently in thick ropes. Grace could see the jet of jizz flying through the air. She watched, her pussy aching with need, as his hot cum splattered all over her chest and tits. It felt so good, warm, sticky, and sweet, but so fucking good. Even through the bikini could she feel the sheer weight of Nate's cum.

Grace cried out in ecstasy, her mind consumed with lust. She had never felt anything like this before. It was a wild, desperate rush, a craving so primal, it couldn't be explained or tamed. She just felt a deep, primal desire to be filled, to be owned by such a man.

Nate groaned, pumping the last bit of his load onto Grace's tits. She sighed contently as the warm seed landed on her skin and was amazed at the sight of him climaxing. There had always been a fetishist appeal of being cummed on in pornos, but now she got why they loved it. It felt dirty and intimate and sexy as hell. It was marking her. Marking his territory. He was claiming her as his.

As his orgasm subsided, Grace looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Did it feel good?" she asked, her voice shaky with lust and need. Nate looked down at her and let out a chuckle.

"Hell yeah," he breathed, his body glistening with sweat and his cock hanging heavily between his legs. "That was fucking amazing."

Grace smiled as she felt his hot seed stubbornly ooze down her chest, a tingle running through her. She looked up at him, a dazed expression on her face. "Do I make you feel good?" she whispered.

"God, yeah," Nate murmured, giving her a lazy smile. "You really do."

With that, Nate flopped down on his lounger with a grunt. Grace watched him catch his breath for a moment, her brain swimming with the events of the past couple hours.

She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to think. Here she was, covered in her neighbor's semen, wondering what the consequences of her actions would be. Would it be best to sneak in before Nolan notices, take a quick shower? She hoped he wouldn't mind or make a fuss. Things were starting to get good, and she loved this adventure they were on. But they'd crossed a line. Both had. She just didn't want to see the end yet. Though she had to figure out why she lost herself around Nate all the time.

As Grace picked herself up, still a bit shaky, Nate glanced over at her. "Erh, does that count as touching you?" he asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"I, uh..." Grace stammered. "I have to get home. I'm a mess," she said, gesturing to the cum covering her body. Nate smirked and shrugged.

"Use my shower. If you're still a bit undecided about what to say to Nolan," Nate said, reminding her again of the lines getting blurred.

"O-Okay," Grace said, not sure if she liked the idea of that sentiment. But it was probably for the better for now. "Thank you."

With that, she headed inside to take a shower, hoping that she could wash away some of her guilt and confusion. But she knew deep down that she'd never forget this moment, or how good it made her feel. Nate had opened her eyes to a world of possibilities that she'd never even dreamed of. And now that she'd tasted it, she knew that she wanted more.

But could she have it? And what would Nolan say? Would she come clean about everything? What if he got angry with her? And a guilty part of her... wanted to continue, and if telling Nolan meant risking the thrill of their new discovery, did she really want to do that?

Grace tried her best to push those thoughts out of her head as she stepped under the hot spray of Nate's shower. She needed to focus on getting clean and getting home. Then she could worry about what to do next.

Only time would tell…