Idle Conversation and a Birthday Handjob
Hank was sitting at the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the warm water. At the far side of water, a sexy blonde slipped into pool, waist deep. Short and slender, her short hair done up in some way that it suggested it wasn't her everyday look. From her careful movements he suspected she was trying to avoid getting it wet. Her arms swung slightly awkwardly, bent at the elbows and lifted so that not even her hands touched the water. He continued to watch her as she laughed and was splashed by another blonde sitting nearby. His eyes wandered down to her bare chest. Her pink puffy nipples were quite large relative to her breasts. She was a "B" cup at most, but then again that could be said about any of the women at this party.
Somehow Hank had found himself the only guy at a house party full of attractive, small chested women who were not only okay with him staring at their tits all night, they had, en mass, taken off their tops to encourage it. It was, without a doubt, the best birthday party he had ever had.
The pretty woman in the pool waded out a little further from the edge, her chest still above water and her nipples pointed straight out.
"Here." Anita handed him a large beach towel and motioned for him to get up. Tall, with long black hair and wearing just a tiny pair of bikini bottoms, she smiled and offered him her hand. Hank's eyes followed her hand up her arm and to her fantastic breasts. They might not have been very big, but they looked amazing. Her bikini bottoms were barely there, her legs; long and fantastic.
Hank suddenly became very conscious that he was completely nude. A fact that he also realized was ridiculous. To be nude and surrounded by so many gorgeous half naked ladies was something he could barely imagine, but to forget it was happening, WHILE it was happening seemed impossible. Yet that was his current predicament. Maybe it was old age (this being his 30th birthday) or maybe it was just the after effects of having just gotten the best blowjob of his life.
Hank stood and wrapped the towel around his waist. It was fairly secure and provided more comfortable modesty then his pants would at the moment. Currently they were floating along the top of the pool, and serving as an object to dive under for the 2 other women that had joined the blonde in the pool. He wasn't sure if they were completely nude or just topless, and he didn't have a chance to investigate any further before Anita took him by the hand back into the house.
A quick detour to the kitchen to grab drinks (Hank grabbed a beer, Anita a martini of some sort) and then to the living room. Anita sat on the right side of the couch. On the left side was another long haired brunette, Sandra. She was in black slacks and matching high heels. She seemed to be flat chested, but her long brown hair actually covered her breasts for the most part. She sat with air of confidence about her, talking to Marie, who sat furthest to left, in a large chair. Unlike Sandra's brown hair, Marie's was jet black, short and spiked. Her purple skirt was almost as short as her hair and her shapely legs were crossed almost drawing attention away from her b cup tits. Almost. Her areolas were fairly small, but her nipples were thick and long.
Hank was still struggling internally. Despite being told it was okay to stare, it seemed rude. He had spent a lifetime trying not to stare at a woman's chest, yet here he was. Add to that, his gentlemanly habit of referring to them as breasts versus his animalistic urge to call them tits, and he felt a constant sense of awkwardness that wasn't like him. He didn't consider himself an alpha male by any stretch of the imagination, but he usually wasn't this lost.
Sandra scooted over to make room for him between Anita and herself. Hank sat down between the two topless women and introduced himself.
"So the big 3-0 huh?" Sandra asked "How are you handling it?"
"It's a bit surreal to be honest, kinda getting lost with... everything else going on tonight" The ladies chuckled at his discomfort.
"Well 30 was stressful for me, but looking back it was probably my best year"
"You're over 30?" he asked. "Wow, I wouldn't have guessed that at all."
"Aren't you a sweetie! Clara wasn't lying about you at all."
"Speaking of," Marie interjected, "Did you hear about her last boyfriend..."
With that the conversation carried on normally. Well, as normally as it a group of half naked strangers could be.
After polishing off his beer, Hank set his bottle down on the coffee table. Everything seemed to be going well when he felt Anita put her right hand in his right knee. It was under his towel. He wasn't sure how she had even done that but there it was. His cock twitched and an involuntary "uhhh" escaped his lips.
"What was that Hank?" Sandra asked, turning to him. As she spoke, she reached behind her head with her left hand, scooping her hair back behind her right shoulder. The upshot of this was her tits were suddenly in full view and directly facing him. She was extremely flat chested but her nipples were quite large and erect. Not quite as long as Marie's but not far off.
Unsure of what to say, he just apologized."Sorry, please continue." Sandra smiled at Hank, watching his eyes as he stared at her tits. Hank gave his head a small shake and tried to focus on the conversation at hand, and not the hand at his knee.
Marie uncrossed her legs and leaned forward with her hands in her lap. Her upper arms framed her breasts, Hank couldn't help but take a moment to notice her nipples were also hard.
Focus, he mentally repeated to himself.
"So then my boss told me I needed to book Richards for the 10th, which I told her would be hard." With the word hard, Anita's hand moved up to his thigh. Hank's towel loosened and his cock twitched again.
"You okay over there?" Marie asked him.
They had to know what was going on, he thought. It was not like Anita was being subtle. Her hand might be under the towel but her arm was clearly visible and her body was turned towards them.
"Yes, I'm fine." was all he could say.
"So it was going to be hard...?" Sandra prompted.
"To get him to come, yes" Marie continued.
Hank might have taken notice of how much the women seemed to be stressing certain words, if he hadn't been distracted by the fact that Anita's fingers had found the tip of his cock.
Despite the very thorough cock sucking he had gotten earlier, Hank's dick began to stiffen. A low murmur escaped from him. Both Marie and Sandra turned back to him, looking expectantly.
"Sorry, its just..." Hank struggled to explain himself.
"Yes, yes" Sandra dismissed him. "I can see Anita here has decided to have a little fun with little Hank there, but if you don't quit interrupting, young man, we're going to have to move."
Hank had no idea if she was being serious or playful or what. Sandra was okay with Anita giving him a handjob right beside her, but wasn't okay with him making any noise? What the hell were the rules to this situation! So much for getting back a feeling of control, he was lost.
"Sorry." was all he could say before Anita wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She began pumping him slowly under the towel, the movements obvious to anyone watching. Marie smiled at him and resumed her story. "I had to find a way to make him come"
Anita continued to pump, at a slow steady pace. His cock was a steel rod once more.
"I was wearing my yellow top that day."
"The really tight one you have? You feel comfortable wearing that to work?"
"Well my nipples poke out quite a bit, so I have to keep a jacket on."
Anita giggled. "Did to hear that Hank? Her jack it." She deliberately separated it into two words as her hand stroked down his shaft and cupped his balls.
"Yesss" he said. "I can, ummmmm, I can see how her nipples could be, prominent without a, ahhh, a jacket."
Sandra laughed. Marie seemed to love the attention her tits were drawing. "So I took off my jacket."
Anita's hand went back to his cock, which at this point was creating quite the tent in the towel.
Marie continued. "... and made a video conference call, to see if he'd come."
The words weren't subtle but they really weren't meant to be. The ladies were clearly having a bit of fun with Hank. Anita most of all. Her soft hand continued to stroke his shaft, at a maddeningly slow pace.
"So how quickly did he agree to come?"
Hank stifled a moan. The conversation would have been enough of a turn on, but Anita had tightened her grip on his now throbbing cock.
"As I thought, he was booked solid."
Anita sped up her stroking a little.
"So your tight top wasn't enough? Unbelievable. Hank, you have to see her in that top. Her tits look amazing in it."
Anita sped up her stroking a bit more while he tried to respond.
"I'll bet." Hank stared directly at her tits, he couldn't imagine them looking any better than they did right then.
"Well, It's a tight top, but it's not like my tits are huge. He couldn't see cleavage, just my nipples."
"But just through the shirt right? He couldn't actually enjoy your nipples the way Hank here seems to be." Sandra pointed out.
Anita slowed her movements again. Hank's breathing was heavy. How the towel was still covering his dick was anybody's guess.
"I dunno about that. Is Hank really enjoying my nipples? I think he is just being polite."
"Hank" Sandra ordered him "Tell Marie here how much you enjoy seeing her nipples."
"uggh, I really, ahhh, I really like them." he struggled to say.
Anita tightened her grip further, and poured on a burst of speed while he spoke. It felt amazing,
"Your, ahh, ahhh, tits are fucking, ahhh amazing."
He could feel things building. Then suddenly she released his dick.
Hank couldn't believe it. One moment there was a growing feeling of impending orgasm, the next nothing.
