It had been about 30 minutes since Beth, then Pam, joined Ron by the pool, and neither woman had done anything to overtly call for attention, with the obvious exception of simply walking from their condo, through the pool grounds, their nearly perfect bodies and scant bikinis unavoidably demanding a prolonged inspection from the increasing number of guests now lounging in the sun. But since reclining on the cushioned chaises, they'd behaved as would any normal sun worshiper.
Ron had expected such unremarkable behavior from his girlfriend's mother, but had to admit he was somewhat surprised that Beth wasn't strutting around, providing him and every other nearby male prolonged views of her firm yet curvy form. Given the things she'd said to him back in their room, he certainly hadn't expected to essentially be ignored.
The one favor Beth had done him, however, was to decide a small round table needed to be between her and Pam, for their drinks, sunscreen, watches etc. Beth's insertion of the table at the foot of his chair pushed him to the rear so that the head of their loungers was about even with his knees.
As they relaxed within arm's reach, each reclined at about 30 degrees, his scenery was indeed superb. Ron's cock, having momentarily softened after his brisk swim, was now steadily responding to every innocent bend, reach and stretch, each fantasy inducing sip from a water bottle, and of course, the nonchalant yet thorough application of tanning lotion, all seemingly performed without a break in their otherwise mundane conversation, and all as if they were completely unaware of his presence just a few feet away.
Sensing the steady engorgement of his dick, Ron tore his eyes away from his roommates to glance to his crotch. The baggy swim suit was almost completely dry, and the absence of any sort of mesh lining easily enabled his shaft to expand down against his left thigh, the loose material pushing up taut. His cock head wasn't in danger of slipping out of his leg opening, at least not as he was currently positioned, but he was pretty sure that if Pam ever turned over onto her stomach, facing him, she'd have a clear view up his baggy trunks, to the swollen head of his not quite erect cock. Beth wouldn't get the same view from her angle, even if she could discern the notable bulge in his suit.
Ron peered over their shoulders, ogling the fleshy, bronzed cleavage and smooth, toned abs, even as his mind struggled with the opportunity before him. Beth had seriously spooked him about doing anything overtly sexual, but if he was careful to behave as the naïve teenager they'd depicted him to be just a few hours ago, then perhaps he would be able to covertly exhibit himself to Pam. Hopefully the success he'd had with both Beth and Sue, by behaving ridiculously innocent and passive, would allow him to steadily stoke Pam's craving for him, or better said, his cock.
*
Pam had done her best to convey a disinterest in how sexy she knew she looked, even as she felt the eyes, both male and female, virtually crawl over her exposed skin as she had settled in on the chaise lounge, next to Beth. Now, after relaxing for the past half hour or so, she had grown immune to the random leer from a fellow vacationer. Yet, as the penetrating Caribbean sun enveloped her golden skin, her body's response was not so easily ignored. There was no denying the sweltering arousal percolating beneath the tiny patch of red and white stripes concealing her crotch, as it seemed to amplify the simmering Caribbean heat progressively consuming her entire being.
Pam couldn't explain it, as she'd been consciously directing her mind away from any deviant thoughts, especially any involving her daughter's boyfriend. She had come to realize how easily she'd been manipulated by Beth, into the window's streaming sunlight and the resulting unintentional display for Ron's benefit. Of course, Pam also had to admit that to classify her exposure as "unintentional" would not be entirely accurate. There was no denying the brazen excitement that had overcome her upon realizing the erotic vision her body portrayed, silhouetted by the brilliant sun as it sliced through her thin gown, nor her resulting complicity in agreeing to linger before the teenager's lustful gaze. And even though her arousal had remained unabated after her failed masturbation session in the shower, Pam had pledged to, once again, redouble her adherence to proper thoughts and behavior. Thanks to the positioning of their lounge chairs, Pam's intention to steer clear of any tempting situations was already being tested however, as her mind kept circling back to the realization that lounging directly in Ron's line of sight, wearing next to nothing, was most certainly providing him a titillating vision.
Unaware that her body was gradually succumbing to the stimulant laced drink she'd downed before leaving the bathroom, Pam had truly done her best to concentrate on her Glamour magazine, and even immerse herself in the surprisingly PG-rated dialogue with Beth. Although she'd intentionally avoided conversation and activities that could be considered even remotely sexually stimulating, knowing Ron could stare unabatedly as she reclined in her tiny striped bikini was causing her nipples to harden and her pussy to tingle the way it did on those rare occasions back home when she'd allow the removable shower head to linger between her legs. As her smoldering sex demanded acknowledgement from her brain, Pam became aware of the way she had been unconsciously fidgeting, crossing and un-crossing her legs in an instinctual effort to satisfy the physical yearning continuing to fester beneath her bikini bottoms.
The heat, from both the sun and her own body's irrepressible arousal to this relatively innocent scenario, was becoming too much to bear, and Pam announced, "I am going to take a quick dip, be right back." Before anyone could respond, she'd taken three long strides across the hot concrete, and then gracefully dove in. Even though the water was luke-warm, it still offered the relief needed and she began to lazily glide to the opposite end of the pool.
*
Realizing she needed to move carefully, two steps forward, then one back, Beth had made every effort to be on her best behavior since leaving their room. The more she'd thought about the sexy window exhibition into which she'd maneuvered Pam, the more she suspected her friend had surely become aware of the extent to which she was on display. And if that was indeed true, she knew Pam would likely be intent on re-establishing the proper demeanor she'd kept returning to, ever since the first encounter with Ron in her backseat on the drive down. Beth also knew from firsthand experience, that the Sensuvive pills Sue had given her were legit. Having already experienced their effect the previous day, she'd been quick to perceive her own reaction to the increased blood flow to her pussy, and the resulting escalation in heat and sensitivity. As she'd watch Pam squirm and fidget, and there was little doubt as to the source of her restlessness.
Now, as she observed her sexy friend float effortlessly toward the pool's edge, Beth knew the time was right to begin turning up the heat, if only a little. She turned to speak to Ron as he sat, pretending he'd been reading his Stephen King book, rather than leering at Pam, now ascending the ladder closest to the bar. "Having fun today Ron?" Beth asked in a quasi-hushed tone, then glancing to his crotch, continued before he could respond, "Ah, you better watch yourself back there, those baggy legs might open up enough to cost you your modesty if you're not paying attention. You certainly don't want Pam to think you're being inappropriate. Of course accidents do happen, and sometimes we just aren't aware of the image we are presenting, are we?" Beth flashed him the briefest conspiratorial grin, before she turned back to greet Pam as she returned from her brief respite, still dripping wet.
*
Pam had emerged from the water, feeling her already snug bikini cling even more possessively to her athletic curves. She wanted to glance down and confirm the sexy image she most certainly was conveying, but the not-so-subtle leering of the three college boys sitting at the bar was all the verification she required. Plus, given the likelihood that both Ron and Beth might be watching as she made her way back to them, the last thing she needed was to provide any affirmation that she was cognizant of her own lust inducing appearance. If she intended to keep Beth under control, and Ron behaving properly, it was essential that she keep up the façade of the blissfully innocent parental figure.
"Hey, feel better?" Beth inquired of Pam as she leaned forward and shook excess water from her hair.
Pam answered as she righted her body, "Yeah, very refreshing. You should try it." She was telling the truth, at least partly. The water did help cool her down, except for the persistent smolder stubbornly lingering between her legs. As she dabbed off the remaining droplets still clinging to her skin, Pam took the opportunity to discreetly assess her new suit. To her surprise, the water had rendered the white stripes so sheer as to be almost non-existent. The urge to panic came upon her quickly, just as it had when she'd realized her similar predicament in front of the window. And as before, she did her best not to noticeably react, but upon seeing a portion of her erect nipples and areola clearly visible between the red stripes, she pulled her towel up to conceal the view.
As she stood there, drying her damp skin while concealing her exposure, Pam, seemingly with no conscious effort, found herself imagining how tantalizing she would appear to Ron, the most intimate portions of her body intended to be hidden, yet now playing peek-a-boo between each red stripe of her swimsuit. Feeling another wave of intensity escape her pussy and surge throughout her body, her decision was made, and Pam deliberately positioned her towel back across the lounge chair, feeling two sets of eyes roam over her body as she bent and stretched before them. She told herself there was no going back now, for if she was going to be "unaware" of her appearance, she'd have to behave as if she had no idea of the extent to which her body was on display.
Ron couldn't believe his eyes. He'd locked onto Pam as soon as she'd stepped from the ladder and began to make her way back to them. The closer she got, the more obvious it was that it was her skin visible through the suit, and not the white material. He had been afraid she'd realized what she was showing as she dried off, but then she'd spread her towel back out, her body once again offered up for his inspection. His cock lurched at the sight of her. He'd thought about trying to innocently flash her, but with a complete hard-on, it would hardly appear accidental. He wanted to go through with the "unintended" exhibitionism, but he had to get control of his erection.
"Uh, I'll be right back, I, ah, I need to go to the, ah, bathroom." Ron stammered and scampered away toward their room before either woman could respond.
"Ah...., well I think Ron must have appreciated your new bikini," Beth said while barely stifling her laughter. "Can't say that I blame him, you do look like something straight out of playboy. THAT body in THAT swimsuit.......very sexy!"
Pam wasn't prepared for Beth's blunt comments, and quickly decided to continue on with her effort to be believably unaware of her appearance.
