We were all down in Cancun for a week of sun and fun. You and your husband had met us there. Right from the start we all clicked really well. My wife and you got along really well, although you both had very different personalities. Cheryl, my wife, is 5'6", blonde with blue eyes, curvy with a small waist and soft, full 36c tits. She's very pretty, with a gorgeous smile. She's a little more reserved than you, but she was on vacation, at a place where she didn't know anyone else, so she was a little more "wild" than otherwise.
The four of us met down at one of the beaches, you were set up next to us when we found a spot to spread out our towels. I confess that I chose the spot simply because I saw you there, but the location seemed innocent enough at the time. The beach was fairly secluded, but by no means devoid of anyone else. In fact, the resort had a cabanna down the beach a little ways where you could borrow a sailboat or catamaran.
You smiled as we set up, and I noticed your husband glance over at Cheryl's legs and ass as she bent down to straighten out her towel. She was wearing a bikini, a black one that was a "full" bikini, if there is such a thing. By comparison, your bikini was much more revealing, as I noticed the front of it covering a rather narrow strip over your pussy, and the top limited to two spandex triangles over each breast. The light blue looked great against your slightly tanned skin, and I wondered if the fabric, which was obviously thin, would have an element of transparency if it got wet.
After getting organized, I headed off to the water, while Cheryl laid back in the warm sun. I wasn’t' gone all that long, but by the time I got back I found the two of you chatting and laughing, and your husband asleep beside you. I sat down, joining the conversation. As we talked and laughed, I kept stealing glances at your body, taking every chance I could to admire your slim, tight body and that bikini that didn't hide anything hardly. A couple times you caught me looking down at you, but said nothing. I don't know if Cheryl didn't notice or didn't mind that her husband sitting right beside her was checking out the pretty brunette next to us, but in any event she didn't say anything.
You suggested that we jump into the water, and Cheryl immediately agreed, getting to her feet. You got up too, bending as you did giving me an amazing flash of your narrow, thong bikini. Cheryl definitely noticed this too, but still said nothing.
I decided I'd stay back and let just the two of you go for a swim. Truth be told, that look at your ass and your bikini-covered pussy from behind had started my cock, and I was worried that you'd see the "growing" evidence of my surreptitious staring.
Even staying back, the view was spectacular as I watched the you and my wife walk down to the water, only about 15 feet away. My cock only continued to get harder as I watched the sexy brunette and her sexy blonde friend headed into the water. I kept watching over the next few minutes as you both swam, talking and laughing still. Soon you were walking back towards me, and I didn't miss the chance to check out your bikini to see if it went see-thru.
As you got nearer, I couldn't resist looking down your body at the wet fabric. You could easily see that I wasn't exactly making eye-contact with you, but you just smiled and kept walking, chatting with Cheryl. As you got to your towel, I was pretty sure that your bikini did become somewhat see-thru, but I thought that I should have been able to see your pussy through the fabric, but I couldn't. Unless……. Were you shaved totally bare?
Cheryl leaned down, her full tits hanging down right in front of me, and kissed me. She whispered in my ear that you had suggested removing your tops, and would I mind. I couldn't believe that she was considering such a thing, but I told her that I'd love to see her take off her top. She sat down between you and me, and looked over at you, "I don't think Doug will mind…" Then turning to me, she asked me if I'd "help" her with her bikini.
Mmmmm…. What a moment, I thought to myself, sitting on this beach, several people around, reaching up to my wife's bikini to undo it right there in front of everyone. My fingers briefly fought with the clasp, but it sprang open. Cheryl hesitated, and then let her bikini slide down her arms, exposing the soft, white skin of her breasts to the sunshine, us and all those around us. You winked at me, and reached back to undo your own bikini.
Looking past my now topless wife, I could see your nipples prominent beneath the thin light blue fabric of your bikini top…. You reached behind your neck to untie the string, and pulled the fabric down , exposing your smaller, prominent tits, your darker pink nipples hard and inviting. I continued to stare as you reached to undo the bottom strap, pulling the bikini top off completely. Suddenly, there I was, sitting on this hot beach with two even hotter women right beside me, both topless. I couldn't help it, my cock was so hard, straining at my shorts.
My wife grabbed a bottle of sunscreen, and asked me to help her with her back. I moved behind her and started to rub the lotion onto her back, reaching around as I dared to brush the sides of her tits. When she didn't object I loaded up my hands with lotion again, and this time more boldly reached right around her, cupping her tits fully, working the lotion into her very white skin, telling her (lamely) "we don't want you to burn now, do we…"
You watched all of this, and when I was finally done gave us a coy smile and said that you could use some help with your back, too. I immediately grabbed the lotion and moved behind you, as my wife watched.
The sun had already warmed your back nicely, and your skin felt silky smooth under my hands. I couldn't believe I was massaging lotion into your back with my wife sitting right there, but I wasn't going to stop…. Completely unsure of how far either you or her would let me go, I tried my best to restrict my hands to your back, but once in a while my fingers crept around your sides, brushing lightly against the sides of your breasts. Your nipples were hard, almost inviting my fingers to reach around further, but I really wasn't sure how far my wife would let me go with you. Finally, after the lotion was more than worked into your skin did I retreat to my towel, my cock uncomfortably hard in my shorts. Both you and Cheryl noticed as I unsuccessfully tried to shift the fabric, my hard cock tenting outwards.
I just watched as you applied the lotion to your stomach and chest, your pink fingernails dancing over your breasts, squeezing them and rubbing over your nipples more than was strictly necessary, knowing that you were driving me crazy.
After a little longer in the sun, one of the catamarans returned to the beach, and you and Cheryl decided to go take it out. You briefly debated whether to go "as you were" and after a little convincing, Cheryl agreed. I couldn't believe that my very conservative wife was about to walk down the beach and borrow a sailboat from some guy with her tits totally exposed the whole time. I didn't think she'd do it, but to my surprise, she followed you up, and walked towards the cabanna.
I could see what you were doing, but I couldn't hear anything. I saw some shaking of heads, and some very devilish smiles from you. Then, both of you appeared to reach down to your bikinis and although your backs were towards me, it sure looked like you flashed him your pussies! I was still trying to figure out what happened, when you trotted off towards the catamaran, climbed on and started out.
Both of you looked amazing, sitting there on the catamaran, totally topless. You were smiling at people on the beach who you noticed looking at you, which included every guy there. As you approached me, you called out to me to swim out to you. You also suggested that I'd me more than a little interested in what just happened…..
Not waiting for another invitation, I waded out and swam a short distance to you. Hanging onto the edge of the sailboat you told me that there was actually a signout sheet, and the boats had all been reserved since early that morning, but you and Cheryl had convinced the young man to make an exception for you. I knew exactly where this was heading.
You also told me that I'd be allowed onto the catamaran with you, but only on the condition that I removed my shorts. I looked at my wife, who nodded. She said it was necessary in order to see my reaction when you told me how it was that you were given the sailboat.
