“Are you kidding me?” I stared at the tangle of black dental floss Carrie handed me out of her suitcase. “I’m supposed to wear this in front of Doc’s parents?”
Carrie laughed, pulling a new white bikini out of her bag. “We’ll be lucky if they don’t skinny dip with us.”
“Ummm.” I stared at her as she started to strip, pulling her t-shirt off and unsnapping her bra. “Really?”
“Really.” She slipped her jeans and panties off too. “Doc’s dad is a worse flirt than he is.”
“Not possible.” I started to strip too, still contemplating the material, or lack thereof, in the bathing suit Carrie had brought for me. She’d insisted I couldn’t wear a one-piece and when I’d protested, she said, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick something up for you.”
This was the “something,” although it wasn’t much of anything at all. The thong went up the crack of my ass, leaving black strings in a triangle across my lower back.
The front was another non-existent triangle and I was glad we’d both gone in for a Brazilian wax the week before-even if I’d protested the whole time and whined for an hour afterward about the pain.
“I’m not so sure about this.” I adjusted the top-yikes, there wasn’t much of that either! I was falling out all over the place. I was wearing far less material than Carrie was, I noticed. Her white bikini was like a snowsuit compared to my micro-suit.
She looked over at me, her eyes lighting up. “Doc’s going to love it.”
And she was right. The look on his face when we walked out onto the beach was priceless, like a cross between a hungry wolf and a stalking lion. It made the sun feel even warmer against my skin. But it was Doc’s dad, Charles-“Call me Chuck, everybody does”-who gave a low whistle from where he was cooking burgers for lunch on the grill.
“Chuck!” Doc’s mother, Nan, tsked at him from the patio table where she was valiantly trying to keep paper plates from blowing away by weighing them down with ketchup and mustard and potato salad containers. “Keep your eyes in your head.”
“That is where I keep ’em,” he retorted. He flipped one of the burgers and glanced over at us, muttering, “I can see much better that way.”
“It’s so hot!” Nan exclaimed, fanning herself with a paper plate and taking a seat next to Doc. “Or is it just me going all menopausal?”
“No, Mom, it’s hot,” Doc confirmed, squinting up at the sky.
I knew Florida would be a change from Michigan weather, of course, but the heat was still a surprise. The Baumgartners said it would be shorts weather-seventy degrees or so-but it was unseasonably warm for December, the temperature hovering in the mid-eighties all week, and we were taking full advantage of it.
“Do me.” Carrie handed over a bottle of coconut scented oil and rolled onto her belly, adjusting herself on the blanket.
“I’ll do you,” Doc called and his father chuckled, flipping another burger.
“Like father, like son.” Nan reached over and smacked Doc over the head with the paper plate, which of course didn’t do much damage.
I just ignored him and rubbed stuff into Carrie’s back and legs, undoing her straps like she asked, and then set about covering myself with oil. I’d paled considerably over the winter but it would only take a few days for my skin to brown up nicely. Carrie had spent the week before we left in a tanning booth, getting what she called a “starter tan.” Although she had a head start, I was sure to outstrip her in no time, given my skin tone.
“Who wants cheese on their burger?” Chuck called and I was the only one who raised my hand. “You betcha.” He winked and slapped on a slice of American, letting it melt while he took the rest of the burgers off the grill. They smelled so good it made my mouth water. “Soup’s on! Come and get it!”
We ate a leisurely lunch, soaking up the sun, covering profound conversational topics like the weather-in Michigan, Boston and Florida-with Doc’s parents. They were nice people, clearly enamored with their only son and his wife, and I liked them both, but it was still a little uncomfortable sitting nearly naked next to people who were practically strangers.
I was glad when they both went in to take an “old person nap,” Chuck said with a wink, although I wondered when I saw him grab her ass on the way through the door into the house, if sleeping was all they were going to be doing.
Not that we were any better. The minute they went in, Doc was rubbing more oil into my ass while I stretched out on my belly next to Carrie on the blanket, letting his fingers slip between the crack, tugging at the little string of material there.
“Are you going to let me have it?” he leaned over to whisper.
“Stop.” I shivered, feeling his finger probing the tight clench of my asshole. With all the oil, there wasn’t much resistance, even though I tried. “You’re bad.”
“I know.” He probed a little further, making me moan. “But it would feel sooo good.”
I glanced around the beach, knowing there was no one around-it was totally private. But what if his parents were watching from the window or something? I flushed with embarrassment, feeling his finger wiggling, wondering what his cock might feel like there.
“Maybe,” I said, mostly just to placate him, nudging his arm away. “Later.”
“Promises, promises.” His hand was back, this time petting me gently between the legs, making me squirm and open my thighs a little more. “God, this suit is something else. I can’t resist you in it.”
“Carrie picked it out.” I glanced over to see she had her eyes closed, her sun hat covering her head to shade it. She was sleeping.
“Remind me to thank her profusely.” His oiled up fingers moved between my smooth pussy lips, making me gasp. “Oh Dani, you’re wet.”
“All that oil,” I mumbled, biting my lip when his fingers moved to my clit.
“Nuh-uh.” He made wet little circles. He knew I loved that. “That’s not oil, that’s you. You’re turned on. I think you like parading around wearing next to nothing.”
“I do not.” I lifted my hips in spite of my protest, sighing with pleasure as he rubbed my clit. “It’s embarrassing.”
“That’s probably what turns you on about it.” He chuckled. “I wonder what my parents would say if they knew I was doing this?”
“Your mother would hit you over the head with a paper plate again,” I teased.
“I’m such a bad boy.”
I gave a delighted sigh, spreading a little wider. “You are.”
“But you like me that way.”
“I do.” I moaned against the blanket. “Faster.”
“Like that?”
My clit pulsed against his fingers. “Oh yeah.”
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my face hot, my body even hotter.
“Right here in front of everybody?”
I looked up, a jolt of shame going through me, sending little lightning bolts down between my legs. “There’s nobody watching.”
He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m watching.”
“Oh god, I’m coming.” My pussy contracted, fluttering with exquisite tightness and release, a fiery butterfly.
“Good girl.” He licked his fingers.
“Doc, do you know where the aloe is?” Nan poked her head out the door and I jumped, my eyes going wide. “Your father got too much sun on his bald little head. I told him to wear a hat.”
“I have some in my overnight bag,” he replied. “It’s on my dresser upstairs.”
“Thank you.” She waggled her fingers at us and we waggled ours back. Doc’s still had my come on them. “You kids have fun!”
“Oh my god.” I buried my face in the blanket.
Doc laughed. “I’m going for a swim. Want to come?”
I glanced at Carrie, still sleeping. “Nah. I gotta catch up with Miss Coppertone over there.”
He slapped my ass as he stood and then took his shirt off, dropping it next to the blanket before taking off running toward the water. I couldn’t help turning to admire him as he went. I heard him whoop when he hit the water. Must be cold, was my last thought before I drifted off next to Carrie, joining her in sleep.
* * * *
“You have to see this tub.” Carrie led me upstairs by the hand, still hot and oily and sleepy from our nap on the sand. Doc and his dad were already showered and dressed and ready for dinner, sitting on the patio and playing a game of chess.
“They’re fanatics,” Nan had told me, shaking her head. “This could go on for hours.”
I certainly hoped not-I was hungry. Carrie and I had slept most of the afternoon away, sleeping the jetlag off, both of us growing browner by the minute. When Doc had woken me to say it was dinner time, I couldn’t believe it.
“Wow,” I whispered as Carrie opened the bathroom door, revealing an enormous black marble bathtub with a shower stall beside it. “That can’t be real. It’s like a hotel.”
“I know.” She clapped her hands like an excited little kid, shutting the door behind her and going over to start the water running. “I’ve been dying to share this with somebody.”
“Do we have time?” I was already stripping down, tossing my suit, such as it was, into the sink and sitting next to Carrie on the edge of the tub.
Carrie snorted. “We’re girls. We can take as long as we want. Besides, when Doc and his dad play chess, it takes forever.”
We let the water run, swinging our feet over the side until it was full. Carrie poured lavender bubble bath in and a fine sheen of bubbles started forming at the surface as we slid into the water.
“Oh god,” I groaned, settling myself beside her, leaning against the slanted back of the tub. There was plenty of room for both of us to sit side by side, our hips rubbing.
“This is heaven!”
“Tell me about it.” She leaned over and pressed a button on the side and the Jacuzzi jets started up, giving us both a heated massage. The bubbles started to rise around us, covering the surface of the water and we played in them, blowing them around.
“Look, a bubble dress.” I stood, water sheeting off my body, leaving a lacy trail of bubbles all over my body.
“Damn.” Carrie’s eyes were bright. “That’s the sexiest dress I’ve ever seen on you.”
“Let’s see yours.”
She stood too and I glanced over to the mirror, seeing two very shapely women covered in foam. Carrie took a step toward me, sliding her arms around my waist and resting her cheek against my soapy shoulder. I closed my eyes, feeling the soft press of her breasts and sweetly rounded belly against mine as we kissed.
“I want to show you something,” she whispered, taking a step back and sinking fully down into the water. I watched, bemused, as she hung onto the tub and put her feet up over the edge. She leaned back a little, parting her knees, the bubbles obscuring her body.
“What-?” I blinked as she moaned and started rocking, making waves in the water. And then I understood-she had positioned herself over one of the jets and was letting the water pulse against her clit.
She opened her eyes, a little breathless. “Wanna try?”
“Hell yeah.” I got down into the water, situating myself beside her in the tub and finding a jet to ride. “Oh! Fuck!”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” she agreed, closing her eyes again and rolling her hips. “Get it right on your clit…”
The pulse was rapid-fire against my pussy, different from a tongue or even Carrie’s vibrator. The water was soft and hard at the same time, kissing my clit with a steady, pulsing stream of heat. I lost myself almost immediately, moaning and trying to get even closer to the sensation.
“Ride it,” Carrie whispered, her eyes still closed, her mouth a little open with her pleasure. “Oh yeahhhh I’m gonna come!”
I watched it happen, her breasts floating in the water, nipples hard and poking through the bubbles, her back arched, hands gripping the edge with white knuckles. Her orgasm made me want mine even more.
“Oh Carrie,” I gasped, splaying my thighs wider and nudging my clit against the delicious, hot rush of water. I chased my climax in circles, divine spirals that ended in infinity, my whole body bucking with my orgasm. I shuddered, letting myself go and nearly drowning as I sank into the tub, coming up sputtering and covered in bubbles.
Carrie laughed and I did too, spitting out soapy water and wiping at my eyes. She used a washcloth to clean off my face.
“Want to do it again?” she asked, grinning.
“Hell yeah!”
The knock on the door startled us both. “Girls?” It was Nan. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. “Are you all right in there?”
“We’re fine!” Carrie called. “Just getting ready! Give us five minutes!”
“Hurry girls!” She sighed, moving away from the door. “I’m hungry!”
“Me too,” Carrie reached over to cup my still spasming pussy and I moaned. “I can’t wait to eat…”
“Bad!” I grinned and pushed her probing fingers away. “Come on, we better wash. Your husband and your in-laws are waiting.”
“Okay fine.” She sighed, reaching across the tub for the shampoo. “Dinner first.
Eat later.”
We both giggled and started to wash our hair.
* * * *
It was dark when Carrie slipped in my room, shaking me awake and whispering,
“We’re going skinny-dipping,” into my ear. I came awake slowly, not sure if she was real or part of my dream. But when I felt her hand slip under the covers, cupping my breast and thumbing my nipple, I knew she was definitely real.
“Come on.” She kissed me in the dark, her lips soft and warm. “Doc’s waiting.”
“Well we can’t have that.” I smiled sleepily and followed her out into the hallway and down the stairs. Thankfully they were carpeted and we had bare feet so we made a minimal amount of noise. I didn’t think Doc’s parents would care that we were going skinny dipping at midnight-but I didn’t exactly want them seeing, or god forbid, joining us.
“Ready?” Doc looked up as Carrie opened the back door and led me out onto the beach. The night air was cool and when I looked up there was a full moon and an infinite amount of stars above our heads.
“Not quite.” Carrie pulled her t-shirt off over her head and dropped it on the sand, revealing her nude body underneath. “Now I’m ready.”
“Mmm.” Doc stood, sliding his boxers down and stepping out of them. He was half-hard just watching his wife walk toward the water.
I shivered, still half-asleep. “Is it cold?”
“I’ll keep you warm.” He held out his hand and I pulled my t-shirt off too, leaving it on the sand along with my panties as we walked toward the edge of the water. Carrie was already wading in, her body full and lush in the moonlight, a goddess in sea foam, Venus in reverse.
“Oooo cold!” I protested, stopping at the water’s edge as the waves rushed over my feet.
“Oh come on,” Carrie called over her shoulder. “We’re from Michigan. This is bath water compared to Lake Superior!”
“Well, that’s true,” I admitted, watching Doc wade out to catch up to his wife. Still I didn’t move. “Are there sharks?” I called.
“Come on, you baby!” Carrie laughed. “Or I’m going to keep him all to myself.”
She turned and threw her arms around Doc’s neck, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He took her weight, laughing and sinking down into the waves, taking her with him. I watched them playing for a moment, leaping through the water like dolphins, the moonlight making the whitecaps look like diamonds.
I waded slowly out, letting myself gradually get used to the water temperature.
Doc and Carrie were kissing, her arms and legs wrapped around him. I got brave and dove under the waves, slicking my hair back as I came up beside them.
“There she is.” Carrie turned and held a hand out to me. “Isn’t it awesome?”
“It’s beautiful.” I wasn’t looking at the water or the sky or the beach in the moonlight. I was looking at her.
“Come here, girl.” Doc shifted Carrie to his hip and reached for me, taking my weight on the other side. We both wrapped our arms and legs around him, clinging to each other and rocking with the waves. I could feel his cock against my leg, hard under the water, and then Carrie’s hand reaching down to caress him. He groaned and thrust up into her fist, rocking all of us.
I turned his face to me and kissed him, sucking at his tongue, licking the salt water off his lips. His hands were full of both of us and he squeezed my ass, gripping me tight.
“I want your cock,” Carrie whispered in his ear, working her way around the front of him, climbing him like a tree. He tried to juggle me too, but lost his grip and I fell into the water, coming up with a mouth full of salt.
“Okay, girls, this way,” Doc directed, laughing at me as I waded toward shore, looking like a drowned rat. We made it to the beach, kneeling together at the water’s edge in the wet sand, the three of us pressed together in the cool night air. Carrie had her hand wrapped around his cock again and I was kissing him, letting him fondle and play with my breasts at his leisure.
“Bend over.” Doc turned his wife around on her knees and she put her ass up for him, rounded globes of flesh in the moonlight.
“What about me?” I pouted, already guiding his cock toward her pussy, although I think he knew the way, even in the dark.
“You’re next.” He captured my mouth with his, sucking at my tongue as he began to fuck her. The force of him drove her forward and she moaned softly, digging her palms into the wet sand for purchase and shoving her ass back against the thrust of his cock. I slid my hand down to cup my mound as I watched them, seeing the wet pull of his dick as he slid out and then back into her cunt. I wanted it-I wanted his cock, I wanted her pussy. I wanted them both.
“Poor Dani,” Doc whispered, glancing over to see me touching myself. “Soon.”
“Promises, promises.” I sighed, reclining back on the wet sand next to his wife and fingering my pussy. Carrie leaned over and kissed my mouth, her lips salty, her tongue hot against mine. “Does it feel good?” I asked, watching her face, seeing the twist and pull of pleasure crossing her features.
“Fuck yeah,” she panted, her eyes half-closed, her mouth making a little “o” as he slammed into her again and again. “Oh god. Oh Doc. Oh!”
I saw her orgasm come over her face, the way her brow furrowed and her nose wrinkled, the sweet tug of her lower lip under her teeth. She hardly made a sound, but I knew she was coming all over his cock, squeezing it with every hard clench of her cunt, trying to milk him of his cum.
“Meeee too,” I begged, my fingers pumping into my pussy, faster, harder, aching for more. “Doc, please, fuck me too.”
He swallowed and gasped, gripping his wife’s hips as she slid forward and collapsed onto the sand beside me. Then he moved between my legs, spreading them wide and back. I held my knees, waiting for the hard plunge of his dick, begging him for it, pleading with my mouth, my eyes, my hands, my pussy.
“Yes!” I cried as he shifted his weight and took me, the slick thrust of his cock like a gift. I thanked him for it with every movement, my nails raking over the hard, flat planes of his belly, my pussy squeezing his length. Carrie rolled toward me and sucked my nipple into her mouth, making me arch in the wet sand.
“That’s a good girl,” she murmured against my breast, licking my nipple as if it was a little clit. “Take that fucking cock. Does that feel good? You like him fucking you?”
“Yes!” I panted, planting my heels in the sand and lifting my hips to meet his hard thrusts. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Does it make you want to come?” she purred, and I saw that she was playing to, her fingers lost in the wetness of her cunt.
“Let me lick you.” I reached for her in the moonlight and she settled herself over my face, her belly toward Doc’s, watching him fuck me.
“Oh Dani,” she moaned, rocking her hips as I parted her slippery labia with my tongue, searching valiantly for her tiny clit. “Oh baby, that’s so fucking good!”
I grabbed her ass in my hands, giving her a tongue lashing as Doc slammed me against the sand, his cock throbbing between my legs. He felt impossibly huge, as if he could fill me completely.
Carrie wiggled on my face and I heard soft slapping sounds. Then she squealed and moaned. “Oh yeah, Doc, slap my tits. Hard-harder!”
Her hands gripped my breasts in the dark, squeezing and twisting my nipples. I gave a muffled cry against her pussy, but no one could hear it. I was drowning in her cunt, flooded with her, and all I wanted was more, more.
“Oh fuck,” Doc cried, his hands moving over my waist, grabbing onto my thrusting hips. “Ohhhhh fuck!”
He was going to come. I whimpered and sucked harder at Carrie’s clit, grinding my hips up, meeting him. And then I felt Carrie’s tongue probing between my pussy lips, her fingers spreading them open so she could delve inside.
“Oh baby,” I whispered into the night, but then her pussy was rocking against my tongue again, eager, greedy. I wasn’t chasing my climax anymore-it was chasing me.
“Oh god! Oh now!” She shuddered and buried her face against my pussy as Doc gave one final, guttural cry, his hips bucking against mine as he started to come. I felt every swollen throb of his shaft, the hot spasm of my pussy around his cock milking him dry.
Carrie rolled off me onto the sand, resting next to me. Breathless, I found her hand and squeezed it tight. Doc crawled up beside me and collapsed onto his belly, his cheek resting against my breast, the perfect cushion.
“Again?” I prompted, opening my eyes to the myriad of stars on black velvet above us.
Doc groaned but Carrie laughed. “Shower first,” she said. “I’ve got sand…you don’t even want to know where I’ve got sand.”
“Should we conduct an inspection?” I grinned and slid my hand over her hip, walking my fingers toward her cleft.
“In the shower,” she laughed. “But we have to be quiet. Don’t want to wake the parents.”
The shower was welcome heat after the cool night air. We used the downstairs shower instead of going to the big one upstairs-no one wanted to wake Doc’s parents.
We washed each other so thoroughly, every crack and crevice, that not a speck of sand was left.
“Inspection time,” I announced, dropping to my knees in front of Carrie and running my hands up over her hips and belly and ribs. Her tummy was slightly more rounded than it had been when I met her-of course, so was mine. We were all putting on holiday weight, and I made a mental note to head back to the university gym after break.
“Find anything?” She leaned back in her husband’s arms and let me part her thighs.
“Just this one thing,” I breathed, inching my mouth close to her crevice. “Right here.”
She moaned when I sucked her clit between my lips and Doc kissed her quiet, his soapy hands moving over her heavy breasts. She was so sexy like that, thighs spread, chest heaving, eyes closed and mouth agape, totally lost in her pleasure. The water ran down her skin in little rivulets, beading on her belly and breasts, and I licked off the streams that merged at the apex of her thighs.
“Hold me, Doc,” she begged, leaning even further back against him. “Oh spread me open for her hot little mouth!”
He took her weight, lifting her legs, grabbing into her thighs and pulling them far back. It made her swollen pussy protrude into my mouth even more, her usually hidden clit stand out. I groaned and buried my face against the slippery wet swell of her cunt, focusing right on her pleasure center. But that still wasn’t enough.
My pussy was begging for attention and I spread my own legs a little so I could touch myself while I licked her. Doc’s fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and thighs, leaving red marks, but she didn’t seem to care. His eyes were dark with lust as he watched me suck at his wife’s pussy, and I couldn’t help myself-I had to have him too.
Doc groaned when I reached for his cock, water-wet but also slick with pre-cum at the head, making it easy to stroke him. It wasn’t easy to coordinate, licking, rubbing, stroking, but I caught a rhythm after a while. Carrie went first, shaking and moaning in Doc’s arms. He let one of her legs down to cover her mouth with his hand and she let go then with muffled screams, begging for more and then pleading me to “stop, stop, stop!”
“Christ,” Doc whispered as his wife sank to her knees beside me, the two of us turning our attention to his cock in the aftermath of her orgasm, looking up at him with wet hair and faces, eager for more. “I think I may be the luckiest man on planet earth.”
“You better remember it,” Carrie teased, her hand joining mine on his shaft. My mouth sought the head of his cock, greedy to be filled, and he let himself lean back against the tile as we gently fought for his dick, tongues meshing, fingers pumping.
“How could I possibly forget?” Doc gasped, his hands moving in our hair, guiding first me, then her, burying his cock in her throat and then mine, as if trying to decide which he liked best. And we both did our best to please him, each working our mouths and tongue with as much skill as we could muster.
“I want your tits,” Doc growled, grabbing onto mine and pressing them together.
He soaped his hands up and rubbed them all over my breasts, making them extra slippery. Then he lowered his hips and pressed my flesh around his shaft, thrusting into my cleavage.
“Oh yeah,” Carrie breathed, watching her husband fuck my tits. “That’s hot.” She was fingering herself, going for it again-god, we were all insatiable with each other. I could never get enough.
“Fuck my tits,” I begged, my fingers thrust deep into my pussy, fucking my own hand like it was a cock. I wished it was. I wished he had at least two-one for her and one for me. Maybe more. One for my mouth, my pussy, my tits…my ass…oh god…
“Come all over me!” I pleaded, desperate for it. Doc moved his hips fast, his cock lost in the slippery, soapy press of my flesh, his breath coming in labored pants.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he whispered, his face twisting in pleasure, his pelvis grinding against my chest as the first thick rope of his cum bathed my throat. The next wave hit the top of my cleavage, dripping back down into the soapy crevice, and that’s the moment that I whimpered and fully gave into my climax.
Carrie was coming too, rocking her hips and resting her forehead against my shoulder, watching her husband flood my tits with his cum. She rubbed it into my flesh like lotion with her other hand, slicking me up nicely before we all stood, washing off the mess again.
When we snuck back to bed-Doc and Carrie to their room with the double bed and me to mine with the little twin-I couldn’t help it, I touched myself one more time before I could fall asleep, finally almost-satisfied, remembering the weight of them on me, in me, loving me.