The Bikini Diaries (26 page)

The compliment warmed Wendy's pussy—and made her gaze drop to see what kind of

panties Stacy wore. Black lace boy shorts that hugged her slender hips perfectly.
"Your
body is pretty freaking hot, too," she heard herself say, and realized she was studying it unabashedly, the same way a guy would.

Raising her gaze back to Stacy's face, Wendy found her looking mischievous, and sexy as

hell—until she grabbed Wendy's hand. "Come on—let's get in. I'm tired of waiting for these guys."

And like that, they scampered hand in hand across the patio toward the hot tub—but of

course, they had to slow down in order to ease into the hot, bubbling water.

Once they sat next to each other in the big round tub, the first thing Wendy noticed was that the water, lapping and frothing around her tits, left the pale yellow fabric

transparent—the dark peaks of her pointed nipples shone clearly through. Given that she

was already aroused, the tumultuous water buffeting her breasts instantly made them

tingle.

The second thing she noticed was how close she'd ended up to Stacy—despite ample

room in the hot tub, their thighs pressed together beneath the water's surface. They were wearing so little that it made her cunt feel heavy, swollen.

Almost as if reading Wendy's mind, Stacy turned to her in the hot tub, easing her palm

across Wendy's stomach beneath the bubbling waves until it curved around her waist—

then she slid her small hand smoothly up to the side of Wendy's wet, oh-so-sensitive

breast.

Wendy sucked in her breath but didn't protest.

And Stacy smiled into her eyes. "Play with me," she said, soft, naughty, inviting.

The touch of another woman was so startlingly gentle, even in the roiling hot tub, that

Wendy's pussy wept uncontrollably and she never even thought of saying no. Maybe

she'd wanted to experiment with another girl since that first moment she'd met Stacy. Or maybe she'd been methodically seduced tonight by a pretty young girl. But either way,

she felt drunk on more than the wine and suddenly wanted to experience more of this

female softness—so she answered by easing her hand onto Stacy's thigh, then following

her instincts, sliding it smoothly inward, where her legs met.

Stacy sighed, then smiled again, her eyes gone a little glassy now. "Sit on my lap," she said. "Straddle me."

Wendy thought about admitting that she'd never fooled around with a girl before, but she stopped herself. She was tired of it being so clear to her partners that she was new at

particular sex acts—she just wanted to do this, without talking about it, without weighing it, without thinking. She just wanted to experience Stacy's sexy body, and she wanted

Stacy to experience hers.

So, carefully pushing up on her knees, she lifted one leg over Stacy's lap, until she settled on her new girlfriend's thighs. The move crushed their bodies together; their tits met

instantly and both emitted small sounds of pleasure.

Oh God, so soft. Soft like her. Wendy bit her lip and swayed her boobs against Stacy's

once more, deliberately. Even through their bras, Stacy's hardened nipples abraded

Wendy's flesh, practically making Wendy shiver despite the warmth of the hot tub.

"Mmm,
I have to touch these gorgeous tits," Stacy practically purred, then lifted her hands from Wendy's hips to her breasts, beginning to massage her in the water.

Wendy followed suit, unable to help herself—the move came naturally. Her hands closed

around Stacy's large breasts, and she stroked her thumbs over the turgid peaks, then

found herself lightly pinching, squeezing them between forefinger and thumb.

"Oooh, you're such a bad girl," Stacy cooed. "Aren't you, baby?"

Wendy sighed, getting lost in the strange, soft, new pleasure of being with another girl.

"Oh, yes, so bad." Finally, someone who wasn't so difficult to convince.

"That's so fucking hot, girls."

Wendy looked up at the sound of Pete's voice to find both guys, now stripped down to

their underwear, but they each perched on the edge of nearby lounge chairs, still looking far more interested in watching than in coming into the hot tub. Every inch of Wendy's

flesh hummed with this new, strange, hedonistic pleasure, but she found herself going

still—in order to meet Brandon's gaze. She supposed she just wanted to make sure he

liked what he saw. Because "playing" with Stacy had her body wired, excited, and ready for more—but if Brandon wasn't as turned on by it as she was, that would somehow ruin

it for her.

His blue eyes glimmered darkly in the torchlight. His expression was serious, but his

focus on the two girls intense. "Keep going, bunny," he said, low, deep. And then she could feel it. His arousal. It was almost as if it now oozed off him over the patio and

seeped into her.

And it fueled her. It fueled her like she couldn't have imagined. Finding out—Reeling—

that Brandon took pleasure from watching her with Stacy made her bolder, hungrier,

ready to truly,
truly,
go with the flow.

She kept her eyes on him only a few seconds more until her own voice came just as low.

"Watch me," she said. Then she turned back to Stacy and gave her a long, slow tongue kiss.

The move was spontaneous—simply what her body told her to do. But Stacy responded

in kind, and Wendy had never experienced anything like kissing a woman before. It

was—again— like kissing... herself. Soft, light, delicate, sweet. As their lips and tongues played together, her cunt pulsed, and stark pleasure echoed through her breasts as Stacy continued squeezing, kneading, toying with her beaded nipples.

Both girls breathed heavy, and like so many times before on this trip, Wendy ceased

thinking and simply basked in the joy of being a free spirit who soaked up pleasure like a sponge.

"I need more of these sweet tits, baby," Stacy rasped. Then, after a prolonged pinch of Wendy's nipples that made her hiss with the pleasure-pain of it, Stacy reached up to push Wendy's bra straps off her shoulders, which made her heavy breasts tumble free.

Wendy groaned with the rush of moisture that resulted from having her tits put on display for all of them, and Stacy moaned at the sight—just before bending to rake her tongue

over one already wet, shiny nipple.

Wendy sucked in her breath—oh God, yes! Despite the temperature of the water, she
did
shiver in delight now, watching excitedly as Stacy drew the full tip of her breast into her mouth.

That was when things ceased being entirely soft—everything that came after was a

strange mix of female softness and hard passion. Stacy's intense suckling shot straight

between Wendy's legs and made her begin to undulate, rubbing her pussy against Stacy

under the water.

"Ooooh," Stacy moaned, releasing Wendy's tit for only a second to shut her eyes in pleasure—but then she began sucking on the other one and at the same time parted her

legs, just enough that Wendy sank down slightly between them.

Oh God, she immediately understood the move—the shift brought their clits directly

together. Pressing, grinding instinctively, she thought Stacy's pussy felt as swollen as her own. Was it possible, even in the bubbling hot tub, that their cunts could be a few degrees hotter than anything else around them?

As they moved together, both girls panted and sighed. At moments, Wendy almost forgot

Pete and Brandon were watching, but then one of them would groan or say how hot they

were together, and she would bask anew in the pleasure of arousing Brandon with one

more hedonistic exhibition.

Wendy was breathing heavily when she managed to say to Stacy, "Need
your
bra off, too."

Stacy leaned up just enough to reach behind her and undo the hook. A second later, she

flung the animal-print bra up on the patio behind her, and Wendy's hungry gaze dropped

to the pair of big, beautiful breasts that seemed to almost float on the surface of the

rolling water.

She took reckless joy in capturing Stacy's bared tits in both hands—exploring their

softness, their weight, the beaded nipples darker in color than her own. She pinched them, twirled them, then caressed and kneaded with abandon, no longer shy. And even though

it brought her face down almost to the water's surface, she lifted one gorgeous tit in her hand and flicked her tongue across the beautifully hard peak and loved Stacy's little

whimper of pleasure.

Then she did it again, again, relishing the strange new feel of another girl's engorged

nipple on her tongue—somehow soft but amazingly hard at the same time. Finally, she

sucked on it, drawing deep, not being gentle, making sure Stacy felt it all the way through her. Her girlfriend's mewls of pleasure were more satisfying than she could easily

understand.

Finally, she sat back upright, her body urging her to resume the glorious thrusting of their pussies. They moved together, flesh pressing into flesh, both of them getting hotter and hotter. The presence of their panties didn't get in the way—if anything, it only heightened the friction. They panted as they writhed like sensual serpents rising from the water, and their bared breasts bumped and swayed together, delivering still more naughty delight.

"Oh God, oh God," she heard herself say as the pulsing pleasure built within her cunt—

and beneath her, Stacy was practically sobbing.

"Such a nasty little slut," Stacy started saying with an unmistakably lust-filled smile.

"Rub that dirty pussy on me."

For half a second, Wendy was stunned. But then, to her surprise, she was excited. She

wasn't sure she'd have been into it if a
guy
had said that to her, but with a
girl,
it was instantly different. They were being sluts for each other, and for the guys, and they knew it, and it only made the sex hotter.

"Mmm,
God," Wendy said, then, 'Yes, baby, oh yeah. You're a hot little slut, too, with such a soft, sweet pussy."

She almost couldn't believe such words had left her, but she had no time to think about it because that was when Stacy said,

"Oh God, I'm gonna come! I'm coming!" and she pumped hard against Wendy's cunt, and Wendy continued to move against her—yes, yes—until hearing Stacy's cries of orgasm

took her there, too.

Wendy moaned her pleasure up into the night, her body still rocking against Stacy's, their curves meeting, colliding, both of them sobbing in ecstasy. Even to her own ears, she

found it more exciting to hear two feminine voices climaxing than just one.

Still straddling Stacy, she began to come down, to catch her breath. A quick glance at the guys found Pete with his long, stiff cock out—he stroked it in his hand as he watched

them. Brandon's stayed inside his underwear, but she could see even in the shadowy night that he sported a full erection that appeared ready to burst free at any moment.

And she thought—vaguely, for she was still in that in-between place of recovery—that

maybe she would go to him now, because his hard-on beckoned her, and now that she'd

had the utter softness of a woman, she wanted the demanding hardness of a man. Yet then

Stacy said, "I want to lick your pussy so bad."

In a mere second, it was almost as if she had never even come, since she was already

excited again. More with the idea than anything else. More with the vision in her head:

Stacy's head between her parted legs while Brandon watched.

No hesitation. She rose up on the hot tub's seat, then reached for one of the big, plush rolled-up towels in a basket nearby. She spread the thick white towel out at the tub's

edge, sitting down on it, her feet still immersed—then she lay back, propping herself

slightly on her elbows.

Stacy remained in the water and when their eyes met, Wendy licked her upper lip, an

invitation—which Stacy took. Rising to her knees on the seat, she bent forward and

reached for Wendy's soaked panties, slipping her soft fingers in the elastic at Wendy's

hips. Wendy lifted her ass and let Stacy peel them down, over her thighs, knees—until

finally she tossed them aside, near where her bra had landed.

Stacy didn't have to ask Wendy to part her bent knees—and when she did, pretty Stacy

appeared between them, the ends of her dark hair wet now, her almond-shaped eyes

shaded with anticipation.

Wendy spread wider, wider, pleased to put her cunt on display. "Pretty pussy," Stacy said, then stroked her middle finger across Wendy's swollen clit, as if petting it.

The pleasure made Wendy lie back completely, too weak to stay propped up. But she

could still glance down and see Stacy's head dipping, lower, lower, until her tongue raked firmly over the hot, swollen nub, moisture meeting moisture.

Wendy gasped—both at the sight and the sensation. It felt the same as usual, but it looked so different—wild, arousing, forbidden—to see gorgeous female eyes between her thighs

staring back. "Yes," she whispered. "Lick me."

After which Stacy began dragging her tongue upward through Wendy's open cunt—long,

thorough licks—again and again.

Wendy moaned at each prolonged stroke, and her hands found their way to her tits, her

bra still framing them. She massaged them in rhythm with Stacy's ministrations, and she

listened to the guys sigh and groan almost as if it was
them
being pleasured.

At some point, Wendy closed her eyes. The visuals were exciting, but the sensations

themselves defied description. The sensation of having her pussy eaten by a girl while the guys watched every second of it. Again she felt like Brandon's naughty porn star, every

bit a bad girl, every iota of what she'd wanted to be when she'd first seen and envied the girl in the white bikini. And then some. Because in the beginning the ideas had been