A Night to Remember
After a quick shower to wash the sand off, Walter surveyed his luxurious suite. A plush king-sized bed dominated the space. Sheer white curtains billowed gently over the glass doors leading to a balcony overlooking the azure sea. He had the entire top floor to himself. One benefit of traveling off season was that no other guests meant total privacy. A perfect setting for entertaining his lovely new friends.
Donning a crisp linen shirt and Bermuda shorts, Walter wondered what to expect when the girls arrived. More titty flashing and touching? The possibility made his spent manhood stir to life once more.
Right on cue, there was a playful knock at the door. Heart leaping, Walter opened it to find Brittany and Samantha standing there, looking radiant. Brittany's curves were wrapped in a flirty red sundress, matching the color of the bikini she'd worn on the beach earlier. The snug fabric clung enticingly to her curves. Samantha wore a breezy white strapless number that showed off her slim shoulders and petite figure.
"Hi Walt!" Brittany greeted brightly, holding up a bottle. "Thought you might like some champagne for your birthday celebration."
"You look lovely, both of you, please come in," Walter said, ushering them into the suite. He couldn't keep his eyes from wandering as the girls sashayed past him into the room.
"Ooh, nice digs!" Brittany complimented, plopping down on the plush couch and patting the seat next to her. Samantha settled gracefully on her other side while Walter popped open the champagne. He poured three bubbling flutes and joined them.
"To new friends," he toasted. They clinked glasses and sipped, the effervescent wine tickling their noses. Soon they were chatting and laughing easily, just like back on the beach.
The bottle emptied quicker than Walter expected. He felt pleasantly buzzed and relaxed. From the rosy glow on the girls' faces, they were feeling the champagne's effects too. Brittany especially seemed to shed more inhibitions by the minute, becoming increasingly playful and flirtatious. At one point she kicked off her sandals and propped her bare feet up in Walter's lap, wiggling her toes.
"Hope you don't mind," she said airily. "My feet are killing me!"
Walter assured her it was fine, hyper-aware of her soft soles pressing against his thighs. Was it his imagination or did Brittany flex her toes to lightly tease his groin? It took all his concentration not to stir to life under her mischievous touch.
As she settled into her new position, Brittany's dress rode up enticingly to reveal her smooth bronze thighs. The sight made Walter's mouth go dry. Samantha's discreet glances below his belt told him she noticed the effect her friend was having. A small, knowing smile played about her lips, though she didn't say anything.
Walter gazed down at Brittany's bare feet resting delicately in his lap, enjoying the pleasant weight and warmth of them against his thighs. Her slender arches curved gracefully, tapering to cute round toes with nails painted a soft, pearly shade of gray. Admiring their smooth flawlessness, Walter couldn't resist gently taking one slim foot in his weathered hands. He began massaging it, kneading his thumbs firmly along the delicate arch. Brittany let out a low hum of approval, flexing her toes. Growing bolder, Walter slid his palms up over her delicate ankle, caressing along the silky calf. His fingers explored the contours of her shapely legs, tracing each perfect curve and hollow. Brittany purred contentedly at his sensual touch, a sly smile playing on her full lips. Her skin was like satin under Walter's gentle hands. When his thumbs pressed firmly into the ball of her foot, she arched reflexively.
"Mmm yes...right there," Brittany encouraged in a throaty murmur. She wiggled her toes against Walter's belly teasingly, sending a spark straight to his groin.
Meeting her smoldering gaze, he continued massaging her dainty feet. Her flawless soles were baby soft, the skin unmarred by a single blemish or callus. He caressed each toe in turn, admiring their delicate tapered shape. On impulse, Walter raised one foot up to his lips. Brittany's eyes widened, an unspoken invitation shining in their sultry depths. Heart pounding, he planted a soft kiss on the smooth arch.
"Ooh, aren't you naughty..." Brittany crooned approvingly. She bit her lower lip, eyes dark with building desire as Walter trailed his lips over her slender foot. Gathering his courage, he took her big toe gently between his lips, kissing and sucking it with restrained sensuality.
Brittany inhaled sharply at the illicit caress. The salty-sweet taste of her skin set Walter's nerves tingling. He swirled his tongue over the supple pad of her toe, then took it deeper into his mouth. Sucking firmly, he massaged it with intimate pressure.
"Oh God..." Brittany whimpered, squirming. The lewd sight of him lavishing her foot made her nipples visibly stiffen beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Samantha watched raptly from the sidelines, lips parted, unconsciously squeezing her own thighs together.
Walter's heart thundered at Brittany's open arousal. Releasing her big toe, now slick with his spit, he began planting kisses down the sensitive underside of her foot, feeling the soft, subtly wrinkled sole against his lips. When his mouth reached the tender hollow near her heel, she shuddered violently.
"Yes, kiss me there," Brittany panted. Walter flicked his tongue against the delicate spot, making her hips buck. He gently nibbled the smooth flesh before sucking it hard enough to leave a faint mark. Still cradling her foot to his mouth, he dragged his tongue up the sensitive arch again as she squirmed and moaned.
When he finally released her thoroughly worshiped foot, Brittany was trembling, eyes glazed with lust.
"I think someone deserves a reward for being so naughty," she purred. "But first, let's head outside. I need to cool off a little. Plus, I want to look at the moon over the water."
Walter and Samantha followed her out to the balcony. Brittany leaned over the railing, gazing out at the inky sea aglow with moonlight. Samantha went to stand beside her. Walter couldn't help but admire the sight of their shapely silhouettes framed against the starry night sky.
Brittany turned to face him, mischief glinting in her eyes. "You know, it feels very...liberating out here," she remarked coyly.
Before Walter could respond, she reached down and boldly lifted her dress up and over her head. In moments, she stood before him in just a lacy red thong. The dim balcony light illuminated her breasts, smooth stomach, and curvy hips.
Samantha giggled, shaking her head. "I should have known." But she made no move to stop her audacious friend.
"You don't mind, do you Walter?" Brittany asked sweetly, as if she were merely kicking off her shoes. "After all, you've seen these girls before."
"Not at all," he managed. Brittany smiled, obviously enjoying keeping him off balance. Now topless, she sauntered over to the railing again. The moonlight kissed her bare curves, making them gleam like marble.
"You really should feel this breeze, Sam," she called over her shoulder. "It's divine!"
That was all the encouragement Samantha needed. With a shy smile at Walter, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, joining the red puddle of sheer fabric already there. She joined Brittany at the railing in just a pair of sheer white panties.
"Mmm you're right, it feels wonderful!" Samantha sighed as the ocean air caressed her nude body. Her petite breasts stood perky and alert.
Walter drank in the erotic sight. Here he was with not one, but two lovely girls naked on his balcony. It was a fantasy come to life.
