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

her neck to untie her top, and Shay pulled the string on Carrie’s back.

As the top fell away, her breasts felt super-sensitized and far prettier than usual given the delicate chains and charms that lay about her curves. Bracing her hands behind her, she leaned back to soak up the sun, thrusting her breasts out just slightly—aware that, unbidden, she wanted Shay and Amy to look at them. Although she closed her eyes, she knew her rosy nipples jutted up in hard, sexy nubs.

“What did you have painted on yours?” Amy asked.

Carrie opened her eyes and smiled. “A chain of daisies.”

Amy smiled back. “Sounds pretty.” She glanced from Carrie’s chest to her own, and looked up sheepishly. “Should I take my top off, too?”

Shay answered before Carrie could even concoct a reply. “Why not? Looks like you’ve got killer boobs and I’m sure it would give your guy a thrill to climb back up here and see them.”

Amy’s face appeared to color just slightly. “I guess I was thinking I feel like a prude to be the only one of us wearing a top, and I’m definitely not that.”

“Cole seemed to enjoy you getting topless on the Party Barge, so I’m sure he’ll like it here, too,” Carrie said.

Naturally, this caught Shay’s attention. “You did the Party Barge?”

When Amy bit her lip, still looking surprisingly shy, Carrie could only guess she could sense Shay’s attraction to women and that it might be the first time she’d experienced it.

“She won the wet t-shirt contest.”

“Oooh, now that I’m sorry I missed.”

Still looking sheepish, even though she cast a small smile, Amy glanced down to her chest, her nipples poking at the black bikini top, and reached behind her back to undo it. “Well, don’t worry, I’ll end the suspense and you won’t feel like you missed anything.” A moment later, she said, “Get ready,” and ceremoniously yanked her top away and tossed it in the air with a small yell. Clearly embracing the moment now, she turned toward the girls and jiggled her boobs, which were just as big and round and perfect as Carrie recalled from her balcony voyeurism.

“Mmm, my pussy just went wet,” Shay said.

Obviously embarrassed, but laughing, Amy covered her eyes for a moment as she drew her knees up to her chest.

Just then, when Carrie least expected it, Shay reached to spread suntan lotion over her breasts—her fingers pressing in warm, wet arcs over the soft flesh. Glancing down to watch, she let the unexpected pleasure swirl through her, resulting in a hot surge between her thighs. To think, just a couple of days ago, the same act had made her nervous, uncertain—and days before that, it would have been unthinkable. Now, it was just another means of experimenting with pleasure.

Part of her wondered how shocked Amy might be—but again, this was the same woman who was pleased to find out Carrie had watched her have her brains fucked out while wearing nothing but a few straps of black leather. Thus, she looked up at her as Shay continued sensually rubbing in the sunscreen. “You’d better put some on, too.”

Amy gave her a soft grin, reaching for her beach bag and pulling out a bottle. “But I’ll, uh, put on my own.”

“Party pooper,” Shay said with a teasing frown.

Within a few minutes, the girls were all slick with sunscreen, lying back on their towels to soak up the rays while music—something old by the Talking Heads—played on the radio Chris kept on board. As the waves shushed up against the boat, and the sea air and coconut-scented lotion met Carrie’s nose, she relaxed and enjoyed the serenity of the moment. She realized she was glad Shay hadn’t taken her touches any further, because—although the physical sensations they produced were undeniably pleasurable—she didn’t feel the same sense of passion, of truly wanting it to happen, that she felt in Chris’s presence.

* * * * *

“Well, what do we have here?” Chris’s voice boomed, jolting Carrie from a sun-lulled doze. She opened her eyes, holding up a hand to shield them from the sun’s brightness. She found Chris, dripping wet, his fins dangling from one hand as he smiled down at them—at her specifically. “This is paradise.”

Cole approached behind him, hesitating when he saw them all, before breaking into a lusty grin. “Paradise indeed. I’m beginning to see why you couldn’t bear to leave this place.” Then he gently nudged his wife’s thigh with his wet foot.

Amy opened her eyes with a start, then smiled up at him. “Surprise. Key West seems to be rubbing off on me.”

He stooped down beside her, looking thoroughly pleased by her toplessness. “Remind me to plan all our vacations for places where nudity is encouraged,” he said in a low, heated voice.

Amy sat up, bringing their faces close together. “So you like me like this, huh?” she asked just audibly enough for Carrie to hear.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he growled. “You look like some wild college girl on spring break, ready to get it on with her friends.”

She laughed softly. “Afraid that’s where I draw the line, lover.”

He gave her a sensual grin. “That’s okay. It still made me hard and happy.”

“Mmm,” she purred, whispering something about taking care of that a little later, and Carrie’s pussy shivered with anticipation. Like so many other surprises about herself this week, apparently wanting to watch wasn’t just a one-time thing.

Grabbing up towels, the guys stretched themselves out on the deck as well, their tan bodies drying quickly beneath the sun, their hair almost as fast. Although Carrie fell back into relaxation mode, that mode included peeking up more than once to let her gaze drink in the two gorgeous male bodies lounging so sleek and sexy before her. For the first time since meeting Amy and Cole, she found herself having the faint wish that Amy did want to share Cole, that she could experiment with his body as well as Chris’s. The desire