I had just started on a charity walk in Newport Beach when I found myself walking next to two of the sexiest women I'd ever seen. They immediately introduced themselves, and I was pleasantly surprised that they did not seem to have the typical standoffish attitude of truly beautiful women. Holly was rather tall, about 5' 8", with straight long blond hair, long well-toned legs, and a body that would have been at home in Playboy magazine. She was wearing a half-buttoned over-size denim shirt with a top to a bikini underneath, barely concealing large soft round breasts, and very short jean cut-offs. As she walked, her shapely ass swished beautifully above endlessly long legs. Her face was classic California blond beauty, with striking blue eyes and a wide friendly smile. The whole intoxicating effect was heightened by a golden suntan.
Heather was more petite, about 5' 2", with soft black curls falling below her shoulders, and dark brown sensuous eyes accenting a heart-wrenchingly cute pixie-like face, and a naturally darker complexation, suggesting a Mediterranean heritage perhaps. Since she was braless under her tight-fitting ribbed cotton tank top, I could easily see that her breasts were medium-sized – probably C-cup – but very firm. A faint outline of small dark nipples showed through the thin material. Her tight-fitting nylon running shorts nicely highlighted her tight butt that jiggled in a most enticing fashion as she hustled to keep up with her taller friend.
As we walked together for the next 3 hours, I discovered that they were roommates in Huntington Beach, not too far from my place. They recently moved here together when they both found jobs in Orange County after graduating from UCLA - Holly as a photography/film major, Heather as a art major - where they were also roommates. Since I also graduated from UCLA two years before, we had much to talk about. It became clear as the time went by that these two ladies knew how to have fun, and we had a great time talking and laughing. I particularly enjoyed the teasing that went on between Heather and Holly about some of their "escapades", with sly referrals to unspecified adventures which appeared to have sex as the common denominator.
At the finish line, we separated and I saw the girls a little ways away talking very quietly to each other. Then Heather came over to me and asked if I wanted to come over to their apartment and relax my tired muscles in the complex's hot tub. My heart leapt in anticipation. While Holly drove their car home, Heather came with me to my place to pick up my swimsuit and then show me the way to their apartment. At my apartment, I decided to wear my Speedo's and a tank top, to show off my 6' 1' well-muscled frame, and bring the rest of my clothes with me.
As I came out from changing, I saw Heather returning a case to my shelf of adult DVDs, and I immediately worried that the gig was up. As she turned around, however, I noticed that her nipples were hard and showing clearly through the thin material of her tank top. I stood there, speechless for a moment, gazing at her chest, until she said "You have a really nice place here". I looked up to see her smiling warmly at me. On the short drive from my place to their apartment, she commented that she was surprised that I lived alone, and that I wasn't involved, because she and Holly agreed that I was "a very hot guy". She volunteered that neither of them were involved currently, either. As I drove, quick glances showed me that her nipples were still hard, and my cock quickly followed, its outline showing obviously under my suit. As we stopped at a light, and I turned to look at her again, it seemed she thrust her chest forward a bit, and my eyes hungrily devoured her nipples straining against her thin shirt. When I finally looked up, she looked right into my eyes, smiled another sweet smile, then dropped her eyes to my swelling crotch, and sexily licked her lips. I thought I would cum right then and there, but a honk told me that the light had changed.
We soon arrived at the their place, and when we walked in, Holly was waiting with gin and tonics for Heather and me, wearing a black string bikini that showed off her beautiful body to the utmost. Heather gave me another knowing smile after I finally took my eyes from Holly's body, and went to change into her suit. While she was changing, Holly sat on a barstool sipping her drink and brought one knee up to rest her foot on the seat, spreading her legs slightly and giving me a good view of her barely covered mound. Holly was catching glances of the ever-growing bulge in my suit, and I was unsuccessfully trying not to stare too obviously between her legs. As I watched spellbound, she opened her legs a bit wider and a wet spot appeared on the thin black material, and I felt almost dizzy with arousal.
Just then, Heather walked into the room, smiled that sexy smile again, and said, "What have you two been up to? You both look like you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar!"
She was wearing a white fine-cotton-mesh bikini that left very little to the imagination, and I couldn't even stammer a reply. Holly, however, giggled and said, "We were just admiring the views. C'mon, let's go to the hot tub".
I followed them down to the pool, admiring their gorgeous asses, and wondering what was in store for me. When we got there, however, we were disappointed to find that the hot tub was out of order, and headed back to their apartment.
On the way, I commented "It sure would have been great to relax all these stiff muscles in the tub".
Immediately, Heather replied, "Oh, poor thing - we just gotta do something about your stiffness. Maybe we can come up with another way to relax - how about if we massage each other?"
"Sounds good to me!" Holly and I said at the same time, and we all laughed.
The girls insisted that they do me first, so I laid face down on a mat, and they brought out some scented oil (edible, I noticed) and began to sensuously rub my body. Their hands felt warm and wonderful, and I relaxed even as my cock got even harder. As she worked on my shoulders and neck, Heather kneeled in front of my face about a foot away, with her knees opened enough so that I could see a shadow of her dark mound through the shear white material. I could faintly smell her arousal, and after a few more minutes noticed a wet spot growing there, too. Holly began to work on my legs, which were tight from the long walk, and slowly worked her way closer and closer to my aching crotch, until the tips of her fingers must have been fractions of an inch from brushing my swollen balls. Somewhere along the way, I began moaning "Ooooh, that's feels good...yeah, that's it".
After Holly had been teasing me for a couple of minutes, Heather said "All right Kent, turn over this beautiful bod of yours so we can work on your front." I turned over with growing anticipation.
Holly said " Oh yeah - even better!" as she stared at my hard 8" cock outlined under my tight swimsuit, and they both giggled. Heather kneeled above my head and began massaging my chest by leaning over my face - her breasts hanging just inches above my face, her dark nipples protruding and clearly visible under the thin material. Holly straddled my right leg, and as she worked up and down my leg, she rubbed her damp crotch against my foot in a not-so-innocent manner.
