There were four of them on that day, Claire and Michelle, Tom and Frank. I suppose the way we normally paired up I should say Claire and Tom, Michelle and Frank. I'm Frank by the way. I'm trying to write this as though I'm an observer rather than a participant.
They were all around twenty, and I can assure you that, at that age, none of them were virgins. They were not, however, sexually involved with each other at that point. While loosely paired, the relationships were still in the getting to know you stage, though it was obvious it wouldn't be too long before they progressed past that point.
It was a Saturday, and the first really hot day of the summer, and the four friends had gathered at Frank's place to relax by the pool. The girls had on bikinis, and the boys were showing their appreciation of this fact with a lot of outrageous flirting, mainly, but not all, directed at their chosen partner.
The girls were reciprocating, quite willing to be wooed in this fashion, and the foursome were enjoying themselves. They had all had a drink or two and were thoroughly relaxed, while not being in the least tipsy.
The boys discovered that there was one big advantage to having a pool close at hand. When the flirting got a bit hot, they could always slip into the pool to let certain things cool down again, instead of embarrassing themselves and the girls with noticeable bulges.
Flirtation was running riot and there was quite a bit of sexual tension in the air. By word and deed the boys were implying that it was time their relationships kicked up a notch, and the girls were implying by word and deed that they were in agreement with this. Sometime in the near future the boys could expect to get lucky.
So that was the situation when Michelle had her little accident. She'd been taking a dip, and was about to get out of the pool. She lifted her hands to Frank for a lift out of the water, and Frank had no objection to hoicking a scantily clad miss out of the pool and holding her against him. Taking her hands, Frank lifted Michelle up and out in one swift move.
The accident, you're wondering. What about the accident? Frank always suspected that Michelle knew that the ties on her bikini bottom had come a bit loose. He thought that her idea would be for the bottom to start to drop and she would catch it, but not before giving a little teasing flash. What Michelle didn't know was just how powerful the pools recycling pump was, and that she was being lifted out of the water right in front of one.
As Frank lifted her, the pump sucked her bikini bottom right off and swallowed it, resulting with Michelle suddenly finding herself plastered against Frank half naked. Considerably more than half, actually, seeing the only thing she had on was a very small bikini top, which by no means covered all of her abundant charms.
Michelle felt her bikini bottom pulling away and gave a squeal of alarm, twisting in Frank's arms to see if she could spot the errant piece of material or see a towel she could grab. Frank had also seen the bikini vanish into the pump and as far as he was concerned it was a sign of what was meant to be.
Michelle was turning and reaching for a towel when Frank stopped her.
"No," he murmured, holding Michelle still and letting her see the appreciation in his eyes as he flicked them over her body.
"Take off the top," he told her.
Michelle was almost writhing in embarrassment.
"No. Are you mad? The others can see me. Let me go."
"No," came the reply. "I don't care about the others. Take off your top."
Michelle could see the determination on Frank's face, and found her hands going instinctively to the ties to undo them. The bikini bra fell away, leaving her nude, and Frank drank in the sight of her.
