It had been a beautiful day from the outset and I swung by the apartment of some friends, wanting to say hello since I was in the area.
When I got there, Kay answered the door, dressed in a small bikini and a big grin. She greeted me by throwing her arms around me and giving me a hearty kiss.
Now Kay is attractive, but not what some would consider attractive. Facially, she's pretty plain, but her smile and sparkling blue eyes tell a lot about the warmth and passion of this young lady. Her figure is nice, with large breasts that wobble invitingly, a reasonable waist with just enough padding to make her fun, and a very nice ass and legs. Kay is an ash blonde, or "dirty blonde" if you prefer, and her hair falls over her shoulders, giving her a bouncy look.
Kay shouted into the apartment to get Ken's attention, dragging me in behind her. Ken came out of the bedroom, tying his swim trunks on and gave me his standard "hello ugly" greeting. I grinned, giving him the finger. Ken, I should note, is about six four and 210 pounds of tightly packed muscles. I wouldn't want to try him, although four years in Uncle Sam's Misguided Children taught me quite a lot about hand to hand I'm not that confident. In any case, we're good friends, and needle each other for fun.
Kay announced that they were just heading for the pool and I was welcome to join them using one of Ken's suits. I held up the boxer like trunks and looked down. My knees were missing. Needless to say, I declined gracefully. I accompanied them down to the pool and sat on the deck while they dove in and swam about. Ken splashed at me, trying to get my goat, while Kay teased me about passing up the chance to play "blind man's bluff" in the pool with her. I must say that watching Kay haul her body out of the water, her big breasts wobbling wetly, is enough to tempt many men.
Kay dove into the deep end while Ken and I were chatting near the other end of the pool. Ken rested his head on his arms, relaxed. I was in the middle of a sentence when he grinned broadly. I thought he'd just had another of his naughty little ideas when I spotted the shadow from behind, from behind, and too late.
The next thing I know, water if bubbling and swirling all around me, and the world seems upside down. I clawed my way to the surface, ready to commit murder on the guilty party. Air! I sputtered and shook my head, then removed my glasses since they were now more of a hindrance. Squinting, I looked up on the deck. Laughter rang in my ears. From Ken, and Kay of course. But there was a distinct note too, one like small bells ringing. Debra! Sure enough, she was standing on the deck, laughing the hardest.
Debra is an attractive brunette that Kay and Ken introduced me to a few years ago. We enjoyed each other's company, remaining friends, not lovers. Debra's long hair shook as she laughed, and her hazel eyes sparkled with an impish glee. Debra is slender, especially next to Kay.
Some men might call Kay voluptuous, and Debra skinny. I prefer to call Debra lithe, graceful, sensual. She moves like a cat sometimes and that makes her very desirable. Debra has pert breasts and long tapered legs that actually reach the ground! I've lost count of the times I'd fantasized about those legs wrapped around my ears.
I climbed out of the pool, drenched to the skin. Debra remained a discreet distance away, snickering about how well it all worked. Ken too was laughing, saying it was really hard for him not to start laughing as he saw Debra sneaking up. I began to laugh too, as the last time Debra and I had been together, we were by this same pool when Ken, in mock anger, had started towards me and I backed into Debra, shoving both of us into the pool. The difference then was that we'd both been wearing suits, not street clothes.
Back in K & K's apartment, I dropped my boots in the bathroom, then peeled off my clothes. Ken handed a towel through the door, and I handed him a mass of dripping fabric. Kay put them in the dryer, while I tried to figure out how to keep the towel secure around my waist. Just as I had finished drying and wrapping myself, Ken knocked on the door, saying he was going down to the store and did I need anything?
"Yeah." I said, tongue firmly in cheek, "A baseball bat to clobber someone with!"
"Gotcha!" Ken said. "Aluminum or wood?"
"I think you're in trouble Debra!" Kay's laughing voice came through the door.
Ken left and I came out, wearing only a towel and carrying my wallet. I made sure things in the wallet were spread out to dry, then accepted a beer that Kay offered. I figured sitting down with my towel would be the safest move until my clothes dried.
How many of you guys have worn a skirt? That's what a towel is like. As I started to sit, the towel decided it would sit first. I grabbed and adjusted it, all to the gaze of Kay and Debra who were both trying not to laugh too hard. Finally settled on the couch with Debra, I began to relax. The topic was still how funny I had looked doing an "end-over" into the pool. Kay was toweling her long hair dry, and still in her not-too-modest bikini.
"I really should apologize." Debra began, putting her hand on mine.
"But you were too tempting of a target." The motions she made with her hands said that my butt had been at the right height for either a grope or a push.
"Shit." I said. "I'd rather have had the grope." That got laughs from both of them.
"Oh, I don't know." Debra said. "Would you be sitting here naked if I had groped you?"
I chuckled nervously. Debra just reminded me of something I was trying to avoid. Namely that I was damn near naked, alone with two women that I'd love to fuck, and one of them kept wiggling her tits at me.
"No, I don't think so." I said, then added "at least not SITTING."
Debra gave me a playful slap on the shoulder, then smoothed the area when she realized the loud slap might have hurt. It didn't, but her hand conveyed many messages as it soothed my skin. So did those hazel eyes.
"Did you get you new suit?" Kay asked, folding her towel.
"Oh, yeah. Wait 'til you see it!" Debra said happily.
"Did you bring it with you?" Kay responded.
"I'm wearing it underneath." Debra looked at me then. "I wouldn't have minded if you'd pulled me in." Her grin told me I'd missed my chance for revenge. Perhaps.
"Let's go see it." Kay said, starting for the bedroom.
"Wait a minute!" I protested. "If I can sit here near naked, at least you could do is show me how your suit looks too."
Debra had stopped, half turned towards me. She looked at Kay, then smiled. It was a sexy, pleased, "This-ought-to-be-fun" smile. Kay came over and sat next to me, a little closer than she needed. I could feel the warmth of her and it excited me.
Debra flicked on the radio and after a moment of hunting found a good tune. She slowly peeled off her top, doing a sort of striptease. I sat back, intending to enjoy the show. First she removed her blouse, a button at a time. When it came off, the top of her bikini showed her off nicely, the pattern of the suit having neon accents to flatter her modest breasts.
Tossing her hair around to keep me from getting a good look at her tits, she started unzipping her shorts, a millimeter at a time. As they opened, I saw more and more skin, but no sign of a suit. NOW I was beginning to get aroused!
The first hint of bright pink showed up about halfway down her mons. I figured a low-cut or fancy type suit. Debra spun about, facing away from us. She used her long hair, flipping it behind her again, and arching her head back to let it dangle over her ass. The shorts went lower, and I saw dayglo pink strings meet, then plunge down the crack of her ass. Debra wiggled her butt to the music, and as she uncovered more and more of her smooth, tan skin, my own body began to react to her. Debra bent over, her knees locked, deliberately showing off her legs, ass and the outline of her vulva to me as her shorts hit the floor.
When she stood up, wearing her thong bikini, I knew how hopelessly inadequate my fantasies had been about her. Debra had a naturally deep skin tone, but still showed some tan-lines where her more modest suit had once covered. No creamy white flesh showed, but what did show was a light brown skin, contrasting against her deeper tan. The effect was delicious!
Debra turned around fully, showing off her suit. Well, what little there was to it. I shook my head and made a very pleased sound. Kay said she liked it too. I glanced at her and saw that she was looking the same place I had been. Debra's crotch.
"I could never wear something like that." Kay said. "That bottom is way too low cut for me."
Debra looked down and ran her long fingers over her upper mons where the suit showed off her smooth skin. "Well, it took a little shaving to be able to wear it." Debra said softly. "A lot of shaving actually."
Kay smiled. "I'll bet. I'd be surprised if you have any hair left."
"Oh, I do!" Debra laughed. "Only about this...much..."
Debra's voice trailed off when she showed her fingers about one inch apart, then noticed me looking intently at her. She blushed, then giggled. Fortunately I was still holding my beer bottle in my lap, just enough to cover the semi-hard erection I had been fighting.
Kay looked at me. "You're drooling, and pick your tongue up off the floor!" She laughed, but Debra only smiled.
"Okay." Debra said. "Just what are you thinking?"
"Oh! I like the suit." I said. "A lot!"
"Uh-huh!" Debra shot back. "What else?"
"Really want to know?" I asked her.
Debra stepped closer, right by my feet and grabbed the end of the towel. "Spill it buster!" she said with a playful threat.
