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It was in that one moment he felt like he had swallowed his tongue. Thorin stood about three feet from the sliding glass doors to see his neighbor’s kid sunbathing in the nude on his deck. Well, he thought as he stared at her young body, kid wasn’t accurate. That body belonged to a woman, with curves in all the right places. He couldn’t remember when was the last time there had been that much delectable skin on his chaise loungers. Sigrid had agreed to do some basic lawn and pool maintenance for extra cash while his nephews spent their summer out of college in Tennessee. Kili and Fili were helping some cousins rebuild after some fluke tornadoes ripped up their homes.
Thorin wanted to make sure he understood the meaning of yard work because he didn’t think it meant being butt ass naked where Mahal and everyone could see. Granted, he liked looking at her body and so did his cock since it was feeling like a loaded gun ready to go off at any moment. No tan lines that he could see, so how long had this been going on?! Yes, he had a privacy fence that was barely keeping the Greenwood forest at bay right now. But still ! Bard Dale hadn’t minded his daughter working here, he knew Thorin had no patience for that ‘lawn crap’ as he called it. Bard was a good egg too, always up for an evening beer or a weekend cookout. He wouldn’t take it well that his forty five year old buddy was lusting after his fresh nubile daughter. Wait, fresh? NUBILE?
It was getting harder and harder to think as the blood leached from his brain. The rational side that kept him from doing stupid shit like walking closer to the glass for a closer look at those legs and cunt, was taking a siesta. Sigrid wasn’t conventionally pretty, not in the fullest sense. She was a little too thick in the thighs and through the chest for the younger crowd. From what he had overheard from Kili and Fili, they liked their women to be athletic and slim, not rounded. Thorin smirked as he watched her scratch under a firm breast with its berry topped nipple, wait until those young punks were his age. The twiggy girls with their sharp hipbones and birdlike ribcages would give you bruises in areas you don’t like. The meatier girls were softer with larger breasts. Womanly.
The sun hit him in the face with a warm breeze that slapped him aware. He had been sleepwalking towards her, thinking of large, firm tits and sweet thighs that would hold onto him while he fucked her. When had he left the house? It was like there was a tractor beam yanking him, mostly unwillingly, to drool in canine fashion over her skin. Looking down at her stretched out body, Sigrid was laying back with her hands up over her head with earbuds in her ears, cutting out the sound of his approach. She didn’t have a roll or a tire at her middle that you might think with larger girls, her belly was flat with a slight knoll at the end of that long plain of tanned skin from her breasts to her pelvis.
Staring at her mons, Thorin felt impossibly harder. She had waxed and it looked like a recent edition. A boxy square of dark blond stubble just above her slit was beginning to look very very tempting. Unable to take any more, he moved until his shadow ran over her face, startling her. Thorin took a step back to give her room as she grabbed her towel underneath in an attempt at modesty.
“Sigrid.” He said sternly or at least not lustful.
“Mr. Thrainson! I am so sorry. I didn’t know you were home, I wo..” Her eyes were big and scared as clenched the blanket to swing her legs to the side.
“You wouldn’t have been brazeningly naked if you knew I was home. Just when I’m not? Giving the other neighbors a show, are we?” Thorin knew he was approaching asshole stage but he would have the image of her body in his head while he jacked off later.
“No! I can’t do this at home..” Sigrid was beginning to look huffy as she reached down for her phone to shut it off. She tugged a bag from behind the lounger where she had stuffed her clothes.
“Of course not! You have a younger brother at home and a father who would have an aneurysm!” Thorin could tell his blood pressure was on the rise too, he might be in danger of one before this was over.
“You don’t have to talk to me like a child, Mr. Thrainson! I’m eighteen.” Her chin came up a little as she brushed her long blond hair over a shoulder.
“Just because the state recognizes you as an adult doesn’t make you one. Running around without clothes is something children do!” Thorin grinned as if he had a valid point until he got a good look at her expression.
There was a light of battle in her narrowed blue eyes that stole his breath completely. Sigrid stood slowly, sinfully. Her head cocked to one side as she regarded him critically. She was a few inches taller than him but right now he had no argument on the way and that was a bad thing. Especially when she let that towel drop to the concrete.
“Do I look like a child to you, Mr. Thrainson?”
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Bofur had bad habits, one of which was his ability to make himself at home. Anywhere, at any time. Most of the guys who worked at LM Construction tried to lock him out of their homes but that didn’t always work. Instead, they put hide-a-keys outside so it wasn’t like he was an intruder who picked their locks. Whether or not he used the key was up to him but the guys felt better and that was the main thing.
Bofur opened the door to Thorin’s house with every intention of taking his buddy out to dinner. The lads would be gone for another two weeks or more probably and Thorin could get testy all on his own. Thrainson had food habits that were just unnatural. No one should eat that much green and no meat, not all the time. Just unnatural..
Bofur was going to call out to his buddy and his boss when he stopped dead at the dining room that lead out to the pool. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there but it was long enough that he was very unhappy with himself. Most of the guys would let him know if his company was not appreciated that night either by a text or a word at the end of the day. If a guy had a woman at his house, he didn’t want to look up in midfuck and see Bofur standing there with a smile on his face. But seeing Thorin with his head buried between a blond girl’s legs was probably just as disturbing.
The girl (because Bofur didn’t think she could be out of college yet) had a hand gripped tight in Thorin’s black hair, riding his mouth. One leg was propped over his shoulder with a heel digging into his back, the other was slung over the armrest of the lounger. Her mouth was open wide as she threw her head back against the pillowed cushion in a long moan that Bofur couldn’t hear. Her face squelched up in distress with her eyes closed, making her look like she was in pain. Thorin leaned back, allowing his uninvited guest to see him withdraw two fingers from the blond’s pussy and rub them over her lips to suck. By now Bofur’s floppy hat was flopping on the floor as the girl sucked the thick digits deep, holding them with a free hand to twirl her pink tongue between them for every drop of flavor. Thorin resumed licking her quim as her hips began to shake with rising need.
Bofur had enough, leaving the room and the house. By the time, he made it to his truck he still wasn’t sure if he felt disgust or admiration.