I sat next to my apartment pool, feet dangling in the brisk water. The short white skirt and matching camisole had been chosen for a reason. I knew the other girls, with their micro bikinis would look just like the cookie-cutter copy of each other. I, however, with my large nipples peeking through the sheer material, would capture the attention of every red-blooded male in my vicinity. I relished in the sideways glances and the corresponding elbows in the ribs most would receive from obvious girlfriends.
Smirking to myself, I turned up the volume on my iPod. RAge Against the Machine blared into my ears, attacking my senses and forcing my mind into the animalistic pleasure they always brought.
I crossed my legs and brought my heels up to skim the surface of the water. I knew my tanned skin looked appealing over taut muscles. An hour in the gym every morning before work ensured that. My movements were deliberate. I knew I was being watched and that fact alone had moistened my pussy.
I had arrived at the water's edge only a few minutes before. The time spent prior to my arrival had been one of preparation lounging in my soft bed with a few trusted toys. My swollen, pink lips were sheathed by a thin strap of satin as I had almost brought myself to climax not ten minutes ago, then hopped out of bed and slid into the flimsiest panties I owned. They were absolutely fucking drenched in my sweet juices.
I was on the prowl. And I wanted two men. As a matter of fact, I wanted two men who were already spoken for.
