Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

“If I start getting lines, I adjust. I don’t have any right now, do I?” she asked, reaching up to cup her breasts.

Carrie shook her head. “No.” Although the word came out sounding weak, and she realized Shay’s near nudity was intimidating her—the one thing she hadn’t wanted to let happen.

Without warning, Shay reached over and pulled down the edge of Carrie’s leopard print bottoms slightly. Carrie tried her damnedest not to flinch.

Shay studied her for a second, then said, “You’re getting a decent tan yourself, but why don’t you take your top off, too, and go home with an all-over tan?”

Was it a challenge, to see if she would? Carrie didn’t know. And a couple of days ago, she couldn’t have imagined any scenario that would have her taking off her top on a boat, but the Party Barge had changed that. Feeling daring, she said, “All right.”

When she reached up to undo the tie behind her neck, Shay pulled the one on her back. As the bikini top fell away, her pussy tingled hotly. She tried to act cool as she set the top aside and lay back on her towel to close her eyes.

“Pretty tits,” Shay whispered in that tone Carrie didn’t know how to interpret.

Not sure if she was supposed to reply, she didn’t.

A quiet moment later, a wet hand boldly caressed her breast—a hand too small to belong to Chris—and she jerked her eyes open. “What…?” she gasped, uncertain of her question.

“We don’t want them to burn, do we?” Shay asked, and Carrie realized the other girl was applying sunscreen to her breasts. To her surprise, she didn’t push her hand away or ask her to stop.

The truth was, she didn’t know what to do, and couldn’t define her own feelings. Was she letting Shay massage lotion into her breasts because to deny her would be to fail some challenge, to say she was afraid to let a girl touch her? Or was it because ever since the Party Barge, she’d felt a new awareness around attractive women, wondering what it would be like to touch them, kiss them, as so many girls had done after indulging in the rum punch? Did she want to know how it would feel? Or did she already know? Because her breasts rippled with pleasure under Shay’s sure caresses, shooting a new sort of pleasure to her cunt.

She felt uncertain as the sensations wafted warmly through her body, and just when she was beginning to wonder where Chris was, she glanced behind them to find he sat only a few yards away, lounging leisurely at the helm, watching. He looked totally enraptured, his eyes gleaming with slow heat. That was all she needed—his pleasure. If he wanted it, that was reason enough to let it happen. She closed her eyes.

After what seemed a long while of Shay’s willowy fingers massaging each of Carrie’s breasts, her touch disappeared, and her voice came in a sexy whisper near Carrie’s ear. “There. They’re all nice and protected now.”

She didn’t answer, but her pussy clenched.

A few minutes later, she heard Chris moving around the boat and glanced up, propping on her elbows. He glanced over and said, “I’m dropping the anchor.” Carrie took the opportunity to look around them. In the distance, a few small islands dotted the seascape, but other than that, they were surrounded by vast turquoise waters on all sides. A few sails and masts shone far away, but for the most part, they were alone.

Chris eased down behind her, crossing his legs and gently lifting her head into his lap. Bending over, he delivered a soft kiss to her lips as he reached out to cup her breasts. “You look so hot,” he whispered before sitting back up, tweaking her nipples lightly between his fingertips.

The compliment made her glad she’d been bold enough to shed her top, and that fast, she wanted him. She always wanted him—every moment since the second they’d met—but the urge rising inside her now felt delicious and dangerous, forbidden. Because she suddenly didn’t care that Shay was there—all she cared about was the overwhelming desire to suck his cock.

She’d never been that passionate about oral sex with Jon—she’d liked it well enough, but never craved it. With Chris, though, ever since she’d first seen his massive shaft, she seemed to always want it in her mouth.

Reaching over her head, she pressed her palm against his shorts. The rock-solid erection she found sent darts of arousal all through her. Mmm, yes, she had to have it in her mouth—now. Rolling over, she began working at the opening of his khaki-green shorts, her movements steady and sure. The moment she pulled down his underwear and freed his cock, she moved in, delivering a long lick up its side.

“Ah, baby,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

She sucked in her breath at his very size. Not that she’d forgotten, but he was so big that his cock seemed to leave her breathless every time she saw it. She bestowed more long, languid licks up his length as if he were a very tall—and delicious—ice cream cone.

She became aware at some point that Shay had turned on her side to watch, and Carrie’s pussy rippled with excitement as she rose onto her knees, bending to take his cockhead into her mouth. “Mmm,” she said, thrilled with the way he stretched her lips.

Above her, she heard Chris’s slow, heavy sighs as she began moving her mouth up and down on him. “So good, angel,” he murmured, letting one hand glide through her hair. “So good.”

When she heard Shay emit a sound that was half sigh-half moan, she shifted her gaze to the other woman, without ever altering her ministrations to Chris’s long rod. Shay leisurely massaged one of her breasts, her gaze on Carrie. She’d not anticipated how erotic it would feel to make eye contact with Shay while her lips wrapped snug around Chris’s cock.

“Keep going, sweets,” she