On vacation the neighbor's kid paid to suck my tits

I’m 22, back at my parents’ beach house for the summer, soaking up the sun and the salty air. The neighbors, a super conservative family, moved in a couple years ago. Their son, Jake, is 18, lanky, with this shy vibe—like he’s terrified of girls. He’s got these big, curious eyes but barely speaks, always mumbling about his community college classes. Total nerd, but kinda cute in an awkward way.

One scorching afternoon, I was chilling by our backyard pool in this skimpy red bikini I’d bought to drive guys wild. The top barely held my tits, and the bottoms hugged my ass just right. I caught Jake peeking over the fence while I lounged on a floatie, sipping a lemonade. His face went beet red when I waved, but he didn’t look away. I smirked, feeling that familiar itch to tease.

I called him over, pretending I needed help with the pool filter. He shuffled through the gate, eyes glued to the ground. Up close, I could see his hands trembling. “Never seen a girl in a bikini before?” I teased, adjusting my top so my tits jiggled. His jaw dropped, and I swear I saw his dick twitch in his khakis. Poor guy looked like he was about to cum in his pants just from that.

We were tucked behind the pool shed, out of sight from both houses. I leaned in, letting my cleavage spill forward. “Wanna see more?” I whispered, tugging the bikini top down just enough to flash a nipple. His breath hitched, and he stammered, “C-can I… touch ‘em?” I raised an eyebrow, loving how desperate he sounded. Then, out of nowhere, he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled twenty. “Please,” he begged, voice cracking.

I didn’t need the cash, but the idea of this shy kid paying to get naughty with me? Fuck, it made my pussy throb. I nodded, pulling my top down completely. My tits bounced free, nipples hard from the breeze and the thrill. Jake’s eyes went wide, like he’d found paradise. “Go ahead,” I purred, guiding his hands. His palms were sweaty, kneading my tits like dough, his fingers shaking as they brushed my nipples.

Then he surprised me. “Can I… suck them?” he mumbled, barely audible. My clit pulsed at the thought. I leaned back against the shed, arching my chest toward him. “Go for it,” I said, smirking. He dove in like a starving man, his mouth latching onto my left tit. His lips were sloppy, sucking hard, tongue swirling around my nipple like he was trying to drink me dry. He moaned, one hand gripping my tit, the other rubbing his dick through his pants. I could see the bulge growing, straining against the fabric, and fuck, it turned me on.

He switched to my other tit, slobbering and groaning, his teeth grazing my nipple just enough to make me gasp. My pussy was soaked, the heat between my legs begging for attention, but I kept it cool, letting him have his moment. His hand worked faster on his dick, and I could tell he was close to cumming just from sucking me off. After maybe ten minutes, he pulled back, panting, face flushed, and I swear he looked like he’d seen God.

I tucked my tits back into my bikini, gave him a wink, and sent him stumbling back to his yard. For the rest of the summer, he couldn’t look at me without turning red, and I loved every second of it.