Mall Parking Lot Blow Job

Nick was sitting in the middle of the mall while his wife was shopping watching a boring football game. As they showed a cutaway of the cheerleaders he laughed to himself…”Stephanie is such a frigid bitch. Why in the hell did I ever marry her?”

Just then he felt a feminine hand touch his back and turned to see a very sexy girl in a black skirt and tight spandex top, she had blonde hair and the other girl with her was a brunette and she was wearing a very flimsy sundress. “Excuse me?”

“May I help you,” Nick asked eyeing up the two women.

“I need to ask you a question,” the blonde said to him.

“Go ahead,” Nick said.

“I’m Amanda, this is Kellie, we are trying to get into a sorority and we need your help,” the blonde said.

“How can I help you ladies?” Nick asked raising and eyebrow as he hoped his afternoon was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

“Well this is kind of forward,” Amanda said with Kellie smiling sweetly standing, behind her.

“Be forward,” Nick said getting up and turning to face the two women.

“Well, we need to take you out to your car and get you to strip naked and Kellie will give you a blow job in the backseat while I sit up front and observe to make sure she doesnt cheat,” Amanda said to him.

“You look like there is something else that you aren’t telling me,” Nick said when he observed an odd look on Kellie’s face.

“Yeah after you cum you have to come around and open my door before you get dressed…kinda like being a gentleman to a whore,” Kellie said quietly her face starting to darken to a blush.

“So do you think you’re up to it, stud?” Amanda asked him.

Nick smiled broadly at the two women and asked them, “Are you serious?”

“Hell yes,” Kellie said.
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What A Night

I left the movie theater still laughing, laughing so much my sides hurt, tears were streaming down my face and I was getting hoarse. I had laughed through the entire movie, sometimes howling and sometimes just chuckling. It was the best movie I had seen in a long time.

I was hungry and figured the night was young, so I went over to the IHOP down the road a bit. The parking lot was getting full and it seemed that quite a few others from the movie had converged to this spot, as it is open late into the night. I was a little embarrassed that I was alone, since most of the crowd waiting to be seated were in groups of at least 3 or more.

As I was waiting I couldn’t help but stare at the hunk standing in front of me. He was skin was tan, his hands strong, his ass tight, with tiger eyes and dark brown, almost black hair. He had a wonderful smile that flashed perfect pearlie-whites. His voice was deep, not Barry White deep, but a sexy-deep that got my juices flowing. I guess it didn’t help that the movie I had just seen was full of sexual innuendoes and that sex was on my brain. I hadn’t gotten laid in a while, since Joe and I had broken up a month ago. Masturbating was cool if it was the only thing available, but I was getting tired of my toy collection. I needed some meat that was attached to a living breathing man!

Back to this guy in front of me. It looked like he must work out or has a job that keeps him buff. He has strong looking hands and with a short sleeved shirt on I could see the muscle definition in his arms. Gawd! I’d love to feel them around me. Well, a table for me cleared up before a table for him and his buddies, so I sat down and figured out what I wanted to order. Once that was done I concentrate on trying to make eye contact with the hunk. Joe had gotten me into some “bad” habits– one of which was to not wear any panties under my skirts. I had a short skirt on today and I was feeling a little moist since I had been checking out the stud. I sipped on my water while waiting for my food and saw the group of guys being led to a table near me. If only he would sit so he could see my legs and I could make eye contact with him!

As luck would have it, tonight was going to be a good night after all! He wound up sitting so that all he had to do was look straight across the table he was at to look at me. Granted there was one of his pals sitting in his line of view, but I could fix that by moving slightly to my left at the table I was at. I did this when my food was brought to me, moving my chair rather than pushing my plate over. Very subtle if you ask me.

Well, as I was lifting my link sausage to my mouth in the most sexy of ways I caught his eye. I managed to smile and wink before I blushed and had to look away. I’ve never been shy in my entire life and couldn’t figure out why I was now! Maybe because I was pursuing him in a major way instead of the other way around. Whatever it was, I had better get over it and quick!

I looked up and caught his eye again and began uncrossing my legs. I subtly pointed my finger down to my lap, hoping he would get the drift to look down. I licked my lips in the most erotic way and closed my eyes, my head tilted back. Then I behaved for a short while, but just couldn’t keep the little innocent image up. I had ordered milk to go with my omelet, so when I took a sip I accidentally let a little dribble down my chin. I gasped and giggled as I caught it with my finger, then sucked my finger into my mouth. I hoped he was getting as hot and horny as I was or I’d be frantically finger-fucking myself tonight!

He finally got the drift and looked under the table and I gave him a little peep show. You shoulda seen the look on his face when he realized I was pantiless! His eyes bugged out and strained to see more and he got this huge smile on his face! It was so worth the effort. But, then his buddies asked him what he was staring at and he must have told them, cuz all of sudden all 3 guys were looking at me. I smiled and tried to nonchalantly eat my omelet, but wound up bursting out in laughter. My efforts at seduction were over! I just couldn’t do it with a straight face.

I said to the guys “Are you waiting for me to do something or do I have food on my face or what, boys?” They chuckled a little and one of them, not the one I wanted, said “Oh, no, it’s just that Jason here swears you don’t have anything on under that skirt.” Talk about forward!!! Shit, what was I supposed to do! I decided to go for it and thought, what the hell, maybe I could have all 3 of them tonight. I was feeling FRISKY!!

It was turning out to be an even better evening that I had anticipated. “Well, if I could join you three, maybe you would be able to find out if Jason is correct.” They jumped at the chance to have me come to their table and fought about who I was going to sit in between. I insisted that I be seated next to Jason and let the other 2 squabble.

“My name is Lianne” I said to them. They introduced themselves as Jason, Phil and Tom. Jason was the first to snake his hand up my bare thigh to check on the panty situation. A huge grin broke out on his face and he just turned to me and kissed me smack on the lips! Of course I kissed him back and we drifted off into our own little world playing tonsil hockey until one of the others cleared his throat. I blushed again and started to make small talk as we all were eating. I asked them if they had just come from the movie theater and they said they had just seen the same flick as I had.

While we finished eating we talked about the movie and told each other our favorite lines and such. But I wasn’t being good, far from it. I had slipped off my shoe and had the toes of my left foot feeling up the crotch of Phil. He wasn’t sure what to do at first, but then seemed to slide down in his seat a little. I guess he liked what I was doing. Imagine that. Needless to say, suddenly everything that was coming out of our mouths had a sexual twist to it and we were all getting hornier by the minute. Poor Tom was feeling left out, so I reached over to feel him up.

He had a nice package, firm and protruding a bit, but that was to be expected, as his hand had been under my skirt for the past 5 minutes. He had found out that I shave most of my mound, leaving just a small path down the center to my pearl of pleasure. The guys willingly picked up my tab as we discussed where we were going to go now. I wasn’t comfortable going to their place, nor with them coming to mine just yet, so I suggested that we go somewhere we could dance. I had Jason ride with me and Tom and Phil followed. Little did they know I was bringing them somewhere they could watch ME dance. I pulled into the parking lot of TaTa’s.

“Isn’t this a strip joint?” Tom asks as we get out of the cars. I just motion for them to follow me inside. Once inside I seek out the owner, Big Ned, himself. While I am talking to Big Ned the guys have their eyes glued to the center stage where Ellen and Wendy are going to town, dancing and twirling on the poles. They are down to g-strings and nipple tassels, and the crowd is whooping and hollering for them to lose the rest. I have to pull on Jason’s arm to get him and the rest to follow me back to the private room. It is behind center stage, a room that has a 2-way mirror, so we can see what’s going on on the floor and have a great close-up view of center stage, but no one can see in where we are. Big Ned kisses me on the cheek and tells me to have fun and use the room as long as I want.

The guys look at me curiously and I tell them that Ned is a very close friend of the family, kinda like a foster-father to me and lets me come here from time to time if the room isn’t already rented out or in use. I tell them about the 2-way mirror and that no one can see in, but that’s not the complete truth. There are four cameras in different spots behind the walls that are recording everything that happens here. This way Big Ned can have his muscle keep on eye on us and make sure nothing bad happens to me. They all know my safe word and not to come in no matter what is going on unless I say it.

I order us a round of drinks from the waitress that comes in after kissing her full on the lips. The guys are sitting in front of the mirror watching the action on center stage. Wendy and Ellen are completely naked now and are getting it on with each other on stage. The other girls have come out to do lap dances for the patrons wishing for them.

Once Trish bring in our drinks I have her shut the door. I go sit on Justin’s lap and start to kiss him. I reach down and arrange my skirt so that my bare bottom is on him. Jason is holding me close, kissing me deeply, barely coming up for air. Then Tom and Phil start to complain, telling Jason he has to share. Little do they know that I intend on having my way with all 3 of them before the night is over. Jason continues to kiss me all over my face and neck while Phil starts unbuttoning my blouse. I am working on getting Jason’s clothes off, too and have started with his belt and pants. I have gotten them down far enough to have a good grip on his manhood. I stop kissing him to look down to see what I will get to taste later. He already has a string of precum at the tip, and I could never resist licking up precum, so I lean down I stick out my tongue to lap it up. Jason shivers as I do this and a soft moan escapes. Phil has my blouse off and is kissing my breasts through the thin material of my bra. I go back to kissing Jason and Tom comes over to put his face between my legs. Damn! I never thought this would happen tonight!!
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Whore Night

My wife is petite, blonde, 45 years old and looks mid-thirties. She and I have been married six years and have lived out our fantasies for the last three years. We are constantly making bets and Cherie uses her body as her wager. When she loses five times in a row I win the jackpot, and we play a little game we call “Whore Night”. Cherie likes this game because I “make” her do things she wouldn’t do otherwise. She can be a real slut without having any guilt.

Last month I won big, and told my darling she would be dressed to thrill by 7:30 because I had big plans for her. I have a particular fascination with watching my little whore display her body and suck off several men. I had a friend with a nice house and several friends very ready to meet Cherie. At 8:20 we pulled into his driveway.

Lee met us at the door and led Cherie and I back to the den. Three men in their late 40’s or early 50’s were waiting for us. Lee made introductions and I told the men that Cherie was there to entertain them. I had Lee put on some music and told Cherie to do a striptease for us to start the evening. Cherie had on high heels and a long dress that buttoned up the front. After one song she was out of the dress and dancing in her black “merry widow” corset and stockings. After the second song I stopped her and had her pick a number between 1 and 20, then had the men guess the number. She picked 4, and two men guessed 3 and 5. I told them 4 was the number so they could both help her out of her panties.
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Nancy The Sister In Law

My wife Lori and I had been married for almost eight years. We have three children and a great marriage in the making. At 24, my wife was three years younger than I am. My wife has a younger sister, who at the time, was single and well fit.

When I first met my wife, more than 14 years ago, her younger sister Nancy was only 13 years old. She was about 5’4″ and very skinny. She looked like a typical high school girl who was as awkward and naive. My wife and I dated for a couple of years before we got married. Although I was very close to her family, it seemed I rarely saw Nancy during this time. Quite honestly, I never gave her much thought. But all that would change.

I remember very distinctly the night of our wedding rehearsal. Nancy showed up in her tight shorts just as we were about to get started. She was one of my wife’s bridesmaids. When I first looked at her, I did a double take. Nancy had matured into a very shapely and attractive young woman. I could hardly believe that this was the same girl I met several years earlier. She had an amazing pair of boobs and a perfect ass to match. One of my ushers, who knew the family quite well, also noticed the change.

“Where did Nancy got those tits?” He asked. “She didn’t look like that the last time I saw her.”

Later that evening, Lori even made a comment.

“I wonder if the change in Nancy’s body is a result of taking the pill?” she responded. “I’ve heard that large boobs can be a common but welcome side affect.”

During our wedding, I couldn’t get it out of my head all the attention my new sister-in-law was getting. I tried to put all of the attention aside and started to-pay-attention to the new bride to be. Naughty me!

I never thought of the chance since. But, fastforward the situation to two years later.

The years passed and Nancy and me started to fuck every chance we could. We would get it on at every opportunity. Nancy would often come over during the evenings, and take advantage of our house. I worked evenings so I was always anxious to see her in her revealing tank top and skin tight bike suit, or her even skimpier outfits. I was careful not to make my lust for her obvious, but it was sometimes quite hard. She had this one skintight skirt with a zipper up the side. One day my four year old son pulled it up quickly. I got a very good look at her succulent thighs.

It was a Thursday morning in late October. I was just settling in from work when the phone rang.

“Hi, what’s up?” Nancy asked. “Mom and Dad are away until Sunday and I was wondering if I could spend the night with you guys?”

By now, Nancy was senior in high school and her eighteen year old body was looking very hot.

“I wanted to know if I could baby-sit your kids overnight,” she begged.

My wife had to work the graveyard shift. It was just our kids and I staying at the home front.

“Why don’t you come on over and take care of our kids this evening?” Lori suggested. “It would be a good chance for them to visit their auntie. The only thing is I won’t be back until later tomorrow morning.”
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The Gang Bang Party

My wife Jillian and I were invited to a party at a friends house. There were thirty or forty people there. The boys out numbered the girls by about ten. Jill had wore a one piece dress that was made out of some soft clingy material, which ended about three inches above her knee. The neck line was modest but was able to emphasize her 38C breasts. There were two kinds of drinks available, a spiked punch about 20 proof and The Punch at about 70 proof. They were different colors so people could tell them apart. Jill is a light weight drinker as am I, so we stuck to the 20 proof. After a couple of those we were feeling no pain and quite enjoying ourselves. Jill was into the dancing and I couldn’t keep up with her so she had danced a couple of dances with several of the unattached guys.

When my wife gets a little drunk she becomes quite a flirt. She had three or four guys drooling all over her. She finally wore out and came to sit by me for a rest. She was slightly flushed and breathing unevenly. As we talked one of the guys she was dancing with brought her another drink. I saw that it was the 70 proof. She accepted it and took a long drink before I could say anything. Then I noticed that the guys who brought it to her was still there. I glanced at him and noticed that he was looking at my wife’s legs. I looked at her legs and saw that her dress had ridden up. Just as I looked she uncrossed her legs and shifted forward to thank him. I saw his eyes widen and knew that he was looking at my wife’s barely covered pussy. I quickly glanced around the room and noticed several other guys enjoying the view as well. When the guy had gone I leaned over and told Jill what was happening. She turned red and quickly covered up. I noticed that her nipples wear so hard that they were poking right through her bra and dress. She drank the rest of the 70 proof then excused herself to use the restroom. Several guys watched her cross the room on steady legs.

When Jill appeared out of the bathroom she looked better and had a flirtatious look in her eye. She saw me and smiled. I knew that our sex this night would be great. Half way across the room she was stopped by one of the guys. I saw him indicate the dance area as she looked at me. I nodded and she went to dance with him. For the next thirty minutes I watched as she danced with three different guys, flirting outrageously with each of them. They were taking every opportunity to feel as may parts of her body as possible. Their success was amazing. She either wanted them to explore her body or was too drunk to care. When I saw her stumble and two of the guys catch her. I knew that she was smashed. The guy behind her took the opportunity the fall presented and slide his hand up her dress from behind. She was leaning forward on the other guy as the one behind was caressing her ass. His hand moved forward and I saw my wife stiffen. The guy moved his hand back and forth. I knew that he was finger fucking my wife right there. Her face relaxed and her ass moved with him a little bit and then she realized what was happening and stood up. She smiled at them and moved over to sit by me.

She plopped down beside me

“I’m really smashed sweetie.”
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Short Skirt

“That’s not short!” Snorted our new friend Ian, as my wife paraded in front of us. Joy stopped and looked at us all. I was sat grinning and Sarah, Ian’s wife was too.

“You said you were going to wear a short skirt to the party” Ian continued to wind up my wife.

My wife stood before us in a blue suit with a skirt about 2 inches above her knees. It showed her long legs off really well and I knew she felt good in it.

“Not short enough eh?” She shot back at him, “you just wait!” With that she stormed from the hotel room and disappeared.

The three of us laughed as she left and wondered what would happen next. It had all started when we arrived at the hotel a week back to find that there was a celebration party in the hotel for the guests. It was the tenth anniversary for the present owners and they were having a lavish bash.

We had met Ian and Sarah early on and got on really well with them. I had watched Ian looking longingly at Joy from our first meeting. He kept stealing looks down her cleavage and at her legs whenever he had a chance.

One night after sex, I quizzed my wife about him.

“Would you fuck Ian if you got a chance?” I ventured.

“Mmm maybe” she replied and I got hard again…

The skirt thing had started because we had all been talking about what to wear. Ian had badgered her into wearing a “Short” skirt and Joy had said she had intended too. Ian clearly thought it wasn’t short enough!

When Joy came back into the room we all sat stunned. She had cleverly pinned the skirt up until it was just decent enough to go out in, if you had the bottle!

“Now you’re talking girl!” Grinned Ian, “fabulous legs!”

“Like it?” Joy queried as she strutted in front of us.

Ian and I just ogled my wife and it was Sarah who spoke.

“Wear that and you might get more than you expect!”

We all giggled and Joy said, “OK, this then” and left the room.

I was a little embarrassed and glanced across at Sarah. She had slipped a hand into her man’s lap and was gently stroking his erect cock through his trousers.

Sure enough, on the night of the party Joy wore the skirt. When we entered the ballroom, we spotted Ian and Sarah right away. Joy was watched by most of the men present as we moved over to Ian’s table. He watched her intently, his eyes fixed on her long legs.

The party was filled with guests some in nice revealing outfits like Joy’s but none quite as short.

Sarah had a cocktail dress on which exposed her nice cleavage. It wasn’t long before the dancing started and Ian monopolised my wife neatly. At one point Sarah leant over to me and said, “I think my husband wants to fuck your wife.”
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Black Dance Floor

Saturday night at last! She’d been counting the days all week. It wasn’t that often they got out anymore, finances being tight but they’d promised themselves a night on the town with friends and it was finally here.

She’d been rummaging through her wardrobe to find some suitable clothes. A few bars first but maybe a club afterwards? She’d need some flashy gear to suite all possibilities. A dress, yes a dress . She hadn’t had an excuse to wear one for a while. Jeans and tops were her norm. A soft blue summer number seemed appealing. Lifting it off the hook she let her dressing gown slip to the floor. Slipping it on she was delighted to see it still fitted okay. Could she get away without wearing a bra? Fuck yes she thought to herself as she cheekily cupped her breasts.

She was still admiring herself in the mirror when her boyfriend shouted upstairs that the taxi was here. Bloody hell, it’s early she thought. Finding a small blue g-string she slipped it on. Then her favorite black, strapped shoes and she was done.

“You got some money James?” she yelled out as she went downstairs.

“Yeah, now hurry up Sarah! ” came the reply.

One last glimpse of herself in the mirror as she walked out the bedroom. She comically threw her head back and lifted her leg backwards like the old time actresses did in the movies and blew herself a kiss. She felt sexy tonight!

They got into the back of the cab together. The Indian cab driver eyeing her up as she slid over. She noticed his stares and grinned to herself. She secretly got off on lurid glances from other guys. As they traveled to the pub where they were to meet their friends, her boyfriend continuously ran his hand up and down her thigh. Nibbling her neck and whispering in her ear.

“You look so sexy tonight honey. I don’t know why we had to come out, we should have stayed home and fucked all night!”

“Easy tiger … later!” she purred back whilst teasingly stroking the bulge in his trousers.
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Wife Learns To Make Creampies

As we prepared for my upcoming office party, Tammy looked for some pie recipes.

Tammy is my wife and she also happens to be absolutely beautiful.

As she looked through her cookbooks, she kept frowning.

“I can’t find any good recipes. They all seem so average.”

I told her to try the Internet for some ideas. She wanted to bake a cream pie or something like it for the party. She sat down at the desk and began typing.

I heard her say, “Oh my gosh!”

When I turned and looked at the computer screen, there were some pornographic pictures on it.

“I don’t know what I did?” she said.

I looked at her search and she had spelled “creampie”. I told her that she had left off a space between the two words.

A creampie must be something that is X-rated. I also noticed that she still hadn’t closed out the search. In fact, she seemed mesmerized by it instead.

“Can you believe this stuff? It says here that a creampie is when a man ejaculates inside a woman and then they watch it drip out,” said Tammy.

I leaned over her shoulder and hoped that the topic would get her excited. I knew we had plenty of time to fool around and I was always ready.

I said I wanted to see what she was looking at also.

As she scrolled through, she stopped and clicked on a site and said, “Let’s see what this is all about?”

This was unusual for her. Tammy and I never looked at porno on the computer together. I could tell that this was getting to her. I figured I’d make a move on her soon.

The site that she had clicked on had pictures of beautiful women who had semen running out of them.

When she saw a picture of a woman squatting over the mouth of another woman, she said, “Oh that is so nasty. Can you imagine being the woman underneath her?”

I figured I’d just go along with what ever she said. So I told her that all that cum must be nasty tasting.

She turned to me and said, “How would you know?
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Sunbathing Saturday

In the summer of 1973 Aunt Patricia came to visit. She wasn’t my real aunt, not a blood relation, but she was my mother’s oldest friend and I had always known her as ‘aunty’. I didn’t know much about her really, just the bare bones of her life. I knew she’d met my mother in London during the dark years of the Second World War, when she was 16. She’d been orphaned by the Luftwaffe during the blitz and had managed quite competently on her own despite her tender age. No doubt her pretty face and voluptuous figure opened doors for her, and she was a very wealthy woman in 1973.

Patricia arrived in mid July and was still there a month later on a hot Saturday afternoon in August. She’d made a fuss of me when she eased herself elegantly from her Bentley, teasing me mildly about how much I’d grown, how I’d filled out etc, and I was treated to a butterfly winged kiss on the cheek, her subtle scent gently enveloping me when she briefly held me close to her bosom. Patricia was grace and elegance personified. She was always tastefully dressed and immaculately groomed, simply oozing sophistication. Her face was still beautiful and her figure voluptuous and curvy at the age of 46. It was her figure that I noticed on that fateful Saturday afternoon when I spied her sunbathing on the patio at the rear of our house.

I’d been out, and mum and dad were away. We weren’t expecting them back until late Sunday, and it appeared that Patricia had taken advantage of being alone and decided to get in a spot of sunbathing. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw her from an upstairs window. She was stretched out on a sun lounger gloriously naked, and I feasted my eyes on her magnificent, oiled body. My cock stiffened instantly as I gloried in Patricia’s total abandonment. Her full, round breasts and dark brown nipples glistened with the sheen of her sun oil and were a magnet for my hungry eyes. I was captivated by the sight of her crinkly haired pubic bush, as my eyes roved over every glorious, naked inch of her voluptuous body.

I’d never seen a naked woman before in my life and my stomach flipped and fluttered as I stood for long minutes, drinking in every detail of Patricia’s nakedness. The lust for the mature woman was an ache in my hard cock, and I conjured up vivid fantasy images of her in my fevered 18 year old mind. I longed to suck on her big, rubbery nipples, to maul her heavy tits with both hands, and to stab at her experienced cunt with my virgin prick.

I had a brief moment of panic when Patricia sat upright on the lounger. Her tits swung and wobbled weightily as Patricia raised herself, and I was relieved to see that she was just changing position, turning over to sun her back when she settled down on the lounger again. I committed the detail of Patricia’s shapely figure and fleshy buttocks to memory as I spied on her from the cool interior of the house. My cock was still throbbing stiffly, begging for release, and I found myself standing in the doorway of Patricia’s bedroom.
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Suzis New Bikini

It was nice hot summer’s day and a group of us had decided to meet up at the beach. Having the day totally free I got there early, picking up a choice sparking spot and being able to get a nice spot to dump my stuff on the beach. Then I went swimming.

Others arrived as the day wore on and we were all just mucking around generally, sometimes in the water and sometimes not. No harm and we weren’t bothering anyone. Just a bunch of young adults enjoying themselves.

Little Suzy was one of the last to arrive. Cute little kid with a cute little car. I suppose the car give the lie to her being a kid as she’d have to be eighteen to have her license. Still, it amused me to call her that, mainly because it drove her wild.

We were all in the water when Suzy arrived. She came scampering over the sand in this little white bikini, and if the car didn’t say she was of age, her figure in that bikini did. I was almost offended, it was so small, and I had to bite my tongue not to tell her to go and get some clothes on. She’d have loved that, I bet.

She came wading out to join the group and was already waist deep when this slightly larger wave came rolling in. It washed around her, almost coming up to her neck and then the water died down and I was looking at little Suzy and thinking, “Oh shit.”

I had to look twice. Three times, actually. The first time I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The second was to make sure I wasn’t mistaken. The third was because she had quite lovely little breasts and they were on plain view and I didn’t want to look away.

I moved very quickly, cutting between her and the crowd, shielding her from view. She looked at me curiously as I moved closer.

“Hi, Mike,” she said smiling. “What’s up?”

“My blood pressure. What the hell do you think you’re wearing?”

“It’s a bikini. What’s wrong with it? Everyone wears them.”

“Not like that one,” I told her. “Take a look.” I nodded towards her breasts, not daring to look at them while she was this close.

She looked down and went white, then red, then white again. She finished up choosing a nice red blush as her arms crossed in front of her. Her lovely new white bikini turned totally transparent when wet and it was as though she was topless.

“Stay like that for a moment,” I told her, and sank below the water. Then I was standing again, shaking the water from my head and smiling.

“Same down below,” I told her. “I could see you’ve shaped a nice little landing strip down there. I could also see the playing field at the end of the strip.”

Suzy was horrified, and infuriated that I was finding it amusing.

“It’s not funny,” she hissed at me, almost crying. “What am I supposed to do?”

“That depends on how much of an exhibitionist you are. You can join the group like that. The boys sure won’t mind.”
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