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

bag he’d just dropped in the bin with their shirts, “why don’t you wear your pretty new bralette.”

Pulling the delicate collection of chains from the bag, he hooked it behind her neck and back. When she turned to face him, she looked downright exotic, the silvery links curving around her luscious breasts, the baubles hanging beneath. Put her in a pair of sheer, gauzy pants and she’d be the perfect harem girl. “Very sexy,” he told her.

The three of them moved to the bar, where a woman he knew from the Lazy Lizard served up drinks. She wore a tank top with the chest cut out, revealing her tan breasts, her nipples a warm pink color, one of them pierced. “Hey there, Chris,” she said. “How’s it hangin’?”

He laughed. At the moment it wasn’t hangin’ at all, but he just said, “Good, Jenny, real good. I’ll take a beer. Another sea breeze, angel?”

Carrie nodded, easing her arm around his waist, one lovely round breast pressing into his side. As Jenny made their drinks, he leaned down and said softly, “Nice tan lines,” since she’d definitely picked some up today, as promised.

To his surprise—and delight—she jiggled her boobs in response. “It does sort of highlight them, doesn’t it,” she said, glancing down. “Sort of like a black light when it shines on something white.” Indeed, in the dark room, her pretty breasts almost glowed.

“Especially with your sexy new breast jewelry.”

“The chains feel good,” she said, gazing up at him. “They tickle and tease just enough to make me aware they’re there.”

“Dance with me.” It was Shay, coming up behind them, hugging them both from behind.

“I have to pay for our drinks,” he said. “You want something, Shay?”

“Another sex on the beach would be good. Dance with me, sweets.” Shay’s always persuasive gaze locked on Carrie’s.

True to her promise, she’d been nothing but friendly to Carrie tonight. Even so, he watched Carrie’s eyes, thinking this might be the thing that finally revealed a touch of hesitation in her this evening, since he wouldn’t be with them on the dance floor and Carrie would, in effect, be placing herself alone with Shay and a bunch of naked strangers in a very new environment.

Despite that, however, she only smiled. “Okay, let’s dance.”

He watched as Shay took Carrie’s hand and led her onto the floor. His cock throbbed even harder than it had a minute ago, just from seeing the two topless girls go off hand in hand.

As they began to sway to the song that played, he thought he would come in his pants. It was impossible for either girl to dance without her breasts bouncing, and at the moment, they looked utterly erotic together, dancing close enough that at moments their breasts almost brushed together. Despite all the nudity on the dance floor, he saw nothing but Carrie and Shay.

When Carrie turned her ass to Shay, Shay didn’t hesitate to place her hands on Carrie’s hips. Shay moved in behind his angel until they were swaying together, her beaded nipples meeting Carrie’s back. Shay caressed Carrie’s hips as they moved, like a cat flexing its claws, finally easing her hands up Carrie’s body until they cupped the undersides of her bejeweled breasts. Carrie never faltered or flinched—acting for all the world as if this were an everyday occurrence for her. She glanced over at him, and when she saw he was totally captivated, cast a sexy smile. He smiled back and mouthed the word he kept using to describe her tonight—hot.

With her gaze still on his, she sensually licked her upper lip and turned to draw Shay into a delicate kiss. He could barely breathe, watching them. It was all he could do not to take his cock in his hand.

“Looks like a hot one you’ve got there,” Jenny said, following his eyes as she lifted the last drink to the bar.

He passed her a credit card and confirmed the notion. “Sizzling.”

As soon as he signed the slip and put his card away, he said, “Hang onto these for me—I’ll be back.” He was really thinking, Fuck the drinks—I’m getting some of this action.

Stepping up to where the girls engaged in a slow tongue kiss, he added his own tongue to the mix, instigating a sexy three-way kiss. Carrie turned her body inward and he slid his arms around both women, creating a triangle with them as they all moved to the music. Carrie’s right breast crushed lush and soft against Shay’s left. He gave each of them their own long, slow French kiss before the trio ended up sharing another sensual meeting of tongues.

When the tempo picked up, turning fast and hot, their triangle broke. Shay positioned herself behind Carrie again, matching Carrie’s pumping gyrations, pressing snug into her from chest to thigh. Chris danced facing his naughty little angel, enjoying the view and glancing down to see an obvious tent in his shorts.

He could have sworn the tent protruded another inch when Shay’s hands curved around Carrie’s hips, splaying down onto her fishnet-covered thighs. Carrie never slowed her passion-packed bump-and-grind, but as Shay’s fingers began to slide gingerly up the stockings, onto the garters, and under her skirt, she locked her sexy gaze on Chris as if to say this little show was all for him. He hoped she was doing it for herself as much as for him, but he liked the idea that this woman whose prim exterior had just been peeled back to reveal the adventurous vixen underneath was letting her lust for him be her guide.

Shay curled her fingers around the short hem of Carrie’s miniskirt and lifted it, slowly, slowly—finally baring her soft, smooth pussy. Pure, undiluted heat glimmered in Carrie’s eyes as his shaft went stiffer and stiffer, demanding some sort of relief soon before he lost his mind.

As if reading his impassioned distress, his angel reached out, grabbing onto his waistband and pulling him closer. Never missing a beat in her sexy, pumping dance,