Identical Sandals in a Coffee Joint
One week passed since Ron began his daily tanning sessions with Jessica, a timid brunette from apartment 202. This particular week entailed pink thongs, sunscreen usage, and teasing each other. Every day, their sunscreen ritual would become more intense as they attempted to top one another. At first, they simply pulled the thong straps to the side to get underneath; however, the subsequent day, Ron focused on Jessica's inner thighs. The hand movements employed by Ron, combined with some gentle brushing against her fabric-covered pussy, elicited an almost indiscernible groan and wiggle of her hips. In response, Jessica began cupping Ron's cock and balls once she had completed the sunscreen task and got really close to his swimsuit to ensure that they didn't miss any spots. Ron reacted with a similar moan each time, his ass experiencing the warm breath of her lips.
Ron believed his and Jessica's covert activities had gone unnoticed due to the excessive screen time indulged in by Meg from apartment 115 and her friends. However, Ron was almost certain he spotted his neighbor, Andi, discreetly adjusting her swimsuit while watching Ron's actions. Thus, Ron jotted down this development for potential future use.
The following day, Ron trekked to the pool and observed the sight of Jessica adorned in a piece of attire that showed off her assets more directly than usual - a neon green swimsuit consisting of strings with minimal covering for her breasts and pussy. To Ron's dismay, he could tell she had recently shaved her pubic hair. He gestured towards Jessica, "Hey Jessica, fancy new swimsuit today? I dig the design."
"Yeah, my pink one's dirty," she replied.
"Oh no, that means we'll have to get more coordinated. How about we exchange phone numbers and overall we can maintain this synchronization," Ron joked while winking.
A short while later, Ron received a text message from Jessica: "Fancy some blue today? 2:00?"
"Can't hit you up today, I've got to collect overtime at the Roast Office."
"Oh no! How about 2:00 at the coffee shop in blue then?"
Ron was ecstatic and moved to his drawer to find the perfect thong. He landed on a navy blue cotton thong with anchor-like decorations, and instantly his manhood began to harden. He completed his outfit with his standard work uniform and headed to the Roast Office.
At noon sharp, Jessica entered the Roast Office, donning a white jean skirt and a crop-top paired with a disheveled bun. Ron greeted her at the counter and inquired about her order.
"Do you have anything blue on offer?" she joked.
Ron prompted Jessica to follow him to the storeroom. "Nope, nothing blue there, but maybe we can find something in here if we're lucky," he quipped. He proceeded to drop his belt and zipper, then, as he fetched an item, he slowly pulled down his pants, offering Jessica a glimpse of his shapely ass covered in a navy blue cotton thong.
"Oh my, that's exactly what I was looking for!" exclaimed Jessica as she grabbed his hips, turning him around so their faces met. She pulled his thong to the side, gaining full access to his backside. Simultaneously, she rubbed the tips of her fingers against his hard cock, covered in precum. As Jessica's lips neared his dick while performing this task, Ron wondered whether he would be able to finish so rapidly. In anticipation, she traced her finger over his anus. Ron's cum flooded the front of his underwear, ending the tryst.
In the interest of complete cleanliness, Jessica slid her tongue over Ron's shiny cock, sampling the salty contents from his underwear. "What a tragedy, the blue thongs are not something to be consumed," she quipped. "Now, let's get you pristine and back to work."
Ron insisted, "I can't possibly return to work while splattered in my own semen!"
Jessica, without hesitation, took off her underwear using her hands hidden beneath her skirt. To his amazement, she was wearing the exact same navy blue thong featuring anchors. "Hold these," directed Jessica, presenting Ron with the thong he'd just been wearing.
Ron hastily took off his clothes and traded underwear with Jessica. As he slid her panties up his limbs, he sensed a wetness in its crotch. "She seemed to have enjoyed herself as well," thought Ron.
Jessica scanned the room for a bag to store Ron's cum-soaked thong in. Finding none, she shrugged and entered the leg holes, hauling his soiled underwear up her legs. She beamed at the sensation of the cum coating her vaginal lips.
"Will I see you at the apartment again?" inquired Ron.
"Absolutely. Also, you should think about including that entire experience in your menu."
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