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

head. “Not here. Let’s go to the Garden of Ecstasy. I haven’t been there in ages and I’m in the mood.”

Carrie looked to Chris. “Garden of Ecstasy?”

“A clothing optional bar.”

“Sounds fun,” she told him. She was still ready for anything.

* * * * *

Chris felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Some girls were wild. And some girls were sweet. But Carrie was everything a guy could want. As they walked up Duval toward the Garden of Ecstasy, he could scarcely believe she’d let him push up her skirt and make her come right there in the strip club. He also couldn’t believe she was so calm and cool about going to a bar where most of the patrons would be partially or wholly naked. She was fucking incredible.

As they passed one of the courtyards where craftspeople set up booths and tents and tables during the day, Chris noticed a small crowd and, looking farther, a girl wearing a pair of blue jeans and nothing on top but some decorative chains. Shay seemed to notice at the same time, so without discussing it, they stopped to see what was happening.

As he led Carrie toward the gathering, she spotted the topless girl, too—her medium-sized breasts plump and pretty. “This place gets so wild at night,” she said, looking awed.

He reached down behind her, gingerly raking his hand up her ass, his fingers brushing over her pussy before he let her skirt drop back in place. “You should know,” he teased her, “since you get pretty wild at night, too.”

“Ladies, if you like to shed your top on the beach,” a guy was saying next to the topless girl, “why not dress up your breasts? You can wear my breast jewelry all day in the hot sun without tan lines. The bralette, worn by Tawny here, is comfortable and sexy. Look how pretty it makes her already lovely breasts. You can own the bralette for a mere twenty-five dollars.”

Chris had to agree—the delicate silver chains sparkled as they lay in a bra-like shape over the girl’s breasts, with a row of beads and charms dangling beneath. The decoration drew the eye to them even more than usual and produced an exotic look.

“Want one?” he asked Carrie.

She tilted her head, smiling. “It is pretty, but…where on earth would I wear it?”

He grinned. “I’m off work again tomorrow—we could take the boat out.”

She gazed up at him. “You think my breasts would look good in one of those?”

Mmm, did he ever. He simply gave her his sexiest look and nodded.

“All right,” she said. “I’ll take one.”

Chris completed the transaction and they moved on to the Garden of Ecstasy, just a few storefronts away. Like Sirens, the Garden was on the second floor, upstairs from another bar below.

As he followed the girls up the stairs, he asked Carrie if she was nervous.

“Not at all,” she replied with a smile. “I’m…excited.”

Damn, so was he. As much as he’d enjoyed fingering her pussy back at the strip club, it had been all he could do not to pull out his cock and fuck her. Now he couldn’t wait to see what Carrie would do in here, and how tortured his poor dick would be by the time they left.

As they entered the dark room, his eyes fell immediately on the nude bodies. Both men and women walked around naked. Many girls were only topless, and a few guys wore shorts or pants, too, but plenty of breasts and asses swayed on the dance floor. A few patrons were totally clothed and he noticed one girl in a see-through bikini top and shorts, but they were in the minority. Chris also noticed a few girls who were topless but had gotten breast paintings. One girl had a large palm tree sprouting up between her breasts, which were painted brown to resemble coconuts. Another sported a lavender corset airbrushed on above her denim shorts.

When he noticed Carrie taking note of the painted breasts, as well, he leaned near her ear. “It’s a Key West thing. Tons of girls get it done during Fantasyfest each October—otherwise this is the only place you see it. There’s a guy who does it in the back room.”

“Wow, he’s good,” she said, pointing to another woman who’d had her entire torso painted to look like a tiger’s face, its large, menacing eyes painted over her boobs.

Oblivious to them, Shay ripped her top off over her head, tossing it in one of the bins provided for clothing at the top of the stairs. “Aren’t you guys taking anything off?” she turned to ask with an expectant smile.

He watched his sweet little angel glance around the room, then say, “Sure.” Slowly crossing her hands over her torso to grip the lacy edges of her camisole, she removed it over her head, leaving her breasts as free and on display as Shay’s. God, she was beautiful. Chris took off his casual button-up shirt, dropping it in the bin with Shay’s and Carrie’s tops. Of course, that left his raging erection on display through his shorts, but given where they were, he didn’t think he’d be the only guy with a hard-on.

“No bottoms?” Carrie asked, glancing at his shorts.

He chuckled. “I noticed you didn’t take your skirt off, either.”

She shrugged, grinning. “I’m new at this—I’m still getting acclimated.” Despite her claim, she appeared so confident tonight, so…different than usual. He’d seen Carrie do plenty of hot and outrageous things over the past days, but tonight she was blossoming in a whole new way. He never heard a hint of trepidation in her voice, never saw an ounce of worry or regret in her eyes. Tonight she moved through the wilder side of Key West’s nightlife like a pro and it was impressing—and arousing—the hell out of him.

“Well, angel, maybe you’ll do something to inspire me to take my pants off a little later. In the meantime,” he said, stooping to grab up the small