Apartment pool featuring thongs.
Ron shifted his life to LA five years ago, aiming for a breakthrough in the acting industry. With his charming 24-year-old face, blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes, he was hopeful enough that he'd be considered. However, despite booking a couple of commercials, he didn't quite reach the level of acclaim he'd envisioned. To make ends meet, he found himself working at a neighborhood coffee shop.
Fortunately, his stay in LA wasn't entirely fruitless. A year into his struggle in Santa Monica, he noticed a notice posted at work: "Roommate Wanted. Call Charles for details." He had been associating with Charles, another aspiring actor, for a year and couldn't help feeling a bit hurt that Charles hadn't mentioned his search for a shared living arrangement. Ron messaged him immediately.
"Dude! Why didn't you tell me you needed a roomie? My place is way too pricey..." messaged Ron.
"OMG bro I can't fucking believe I didn't think of you first!" responded Charles.
"Can I swing by and check out the place today? I got off work early at 1."
At 1:30 they agreed to meet at Charles's apartment. First, Charles displayed his dwelling - a little weathered yet acceptable with two rooms. He then went on to highlight the perks, starting with the pool. The complex was ring-shaped, with the pool forming the center. Charles's apartment was on the ground floor, with a large window aligned with the water's edge. He pulled the curtains aside to show the view, revealing the window less than six feet away from the swimming area. Laying around the pool were a dozen lounge chairs, with five of the women currently draped on them, their tans turned upside down. All were clad in skimpy thong swimsuits.
Ron felt his heartbeat escalate. He'd always admired the sight of thong-clad asses and knew that with Charles as his roommate this experience would be a daily event. Therefore, Ron rapidly moved in with Charles that same week.
He hid his attraction to the thongs under the pretense of "getting a tan to land acting roles," privileging his hourly sunbathing stints at the pool. As his stay there lengthened, he got more familiar with the women he'd watch suntan. Jennifer from unit 202, who constantly showed up in a pink bikini and had a tiny freckle on her left buttock. Meg from unit 115, whose company frequently altered and was adorned with a paw tattoo under her right breast. And Andi, his next-door neighbor, a more significant woman whose curvy body gulped down her black thong.
At times, Charles joined Ron beside the pool and didn't hesitate to comment about the ladies' swimwear choices.
"Dude, did you peep the cutie at the pool today in that incredibly tiny bikini? Why in God's name would they even wear those? I'm not griping... just don't understand how they can handle being so exposed."
Ron felt himself halt for a moment. Although he'd worn thongs for many years, he'd never revealed this fact to anyone. "You'll be amazed. They're very comfortable and make the ass look adorable."
"Seriously? How the hell do you know that?"
"Um... I tried one out in college and got addicted! My old girlfriend made me model it once during sex, which is when I brought it into my everyday life."
Charles couldn't believe what he saw in his friend's underwear drawer - a sizable collection of thongs and a few mini swimsuits.
"Dude!" said Charles. "That swimsuit looks like the one that chick with the matching suit was wearing earlier! Why haven't I ever seen you wearing any of these when sunbathing? You've got to wear that one for me."
Ron blushed, holding on to the secret he'd guarded since graduating from college. Yet, after coming clean about his thongs, he decided what's done is done. He journeyed into the bathroom, changing into his hot pink swimsuit. Upon returning, Charles was waiting patiently on Ron's bed.
As soon as Ron reentered his quarters, Charles screamed, hands waving to signal Ron to model. Ron turned around, offering his backside to Charles's glowing gaze. Charles's words resounded, "Fuck yeah bro! You've got a hotter ass than that cutie with the matching suit. It's a little pale but still a much better figure."
Unfortunately, during the short minifashion show, the woman from unit 202, Jennifer, had stepped back indoors. Ron vowed that next time he saw her at the pool, he'd don his matching pink suit and sunbathe next to her.
Over the past few days, Ron ensured the living room drapes were always wide open. A week later, he caught a glimpse of Jennifer! She was making her way towards the pool in a pair of frayed jean shorts and a flowy top. Fingers crossed, he hoped she'd be wearing pink again today. True enough, she removed the top, revealing a pink bikini top with her nipples showing prominently. She then turned around and undid her shorts, sliding them down to her feet and revealing a pink bikini bottom paired with an adorable cheek freckle.
Without a minute to lose, Ron ran to his room and swapped his board shorts for a matching pink bikini bottom, covering it with a pair of shorts. He had forgotten his towel in the rush and nearly missed grabbing it on his way out the door. The pool loungers were mostly occupied, but fortunately, the spot next to Jennifer remained vacant. Ron casually greeted her, set up his towel, and hesitantly discarded his shorts, feeling grateful that no one seemed bothered.
Sensing his discomfort, Jennifer playfully remarked, "Cool suit! It looks identical to mine! I've only ever seen you in board shorts... and your pale bottom seems to appreciate the outfit."
"Haha, better to blend in than stand out, right?" said Ron as he introduced himself, "I'm Ron."
"Pleasure to meet you, Ron," replied Jennifer. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. "Have you applied sunscreen yet? We wouldn't want these smooth cheeks getting torched on their first day out."
Ron sheepishly confessed he skipped applying sunscreen and Jennifer instructed him to roll onto his stomach. With gentle yet firm movements, she massaged sunscreen onto Ron's back, moving on to his bottom, thoroughly covering his cheeks while passing her index finger through the crack, gently touching the exposed skin. His cock began to stiffen as her finger brushed by his anus, covered by the flimsy fabric of his swimsuit.
"Thanks," said Ron, his voice quavering. "Would you like me to help you with your sunscreen?"
Pouting, Jennifer quipped, "I already covered myself this morning. Maybe next time we hang out, I'll let you lather me up."
And thus marked the best summer for Ron. Thanks to the confidence boost from Charles, his pink thong turned into daily meetings with Jennifer, eventually leading to more.
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