When Cheryl and Jenne walked into the back yard, Mark was sitting on one of the loungers, paying close attention to Angela. She, on the other hand was sitting up straight on a lounger, feet on the ground, with her tiny thong pulled tightly between her lips.
"Mark, the sunglasses aren't fooling anyone, we know EXACTLY where you're looking," Jenne said with a laugh.
"No you don't, there's so much to see here, I don't know where to look!"
He noticed his girlfriend, the scandalous pink bikini hugging every curve, and he grinned. "Holy shit!" said exclaimed. "Cheryl, you look amazing!"
She smiled prettily, did a twirl, and said "You like it?"
"Oh yes..."
"Can you put some lotion on my back?" Angela asked, and three people leaped to help her. "Wow, such attentiveness! There's plenty to cover, feel free!"
The three of them began slathering on sunscreen, each covering a different part of her body. When they were done, Jenne exclaimed "My turn!"
The three girls smiled at Mark and Cheryl said, "You wouldn't want to burn, now would you?"
They approached him, and started rubbing the sunscreen on his skin.
Jenne looked down and noticed a growing bulge in Mark's shorts. "Oops!" She said, and smiled sweetly.
The girls finished, and went to lay down on the loungers.
Mark decided it was time for a swim, to "cool off", and dove into the pool. After he was in for a few minutes, he climbed out and said "Is anybody hungry?" With three affirmatives, he walked over and lit the gas grill. "With that much skin exposed, I wouldn't want anybody to get burnt" he said, getting three laughs in return.
While Mark was working on the grill, the three girls decided to jump in the water. As they surfaced, it became clear that all three suits had a wonderful effect when exposed to water - they became completely transparent. The swam around, playing in the water while Mark cooked, until he eventually called them. "The shrimp is ready - come get them while they're..." He stopped mid-sentence, as the three beautiful women emerged from the water. "Hot. Wow."
They all walked to the table, and Mark sat there, not really eating, as he admiring the quickly drying visions in front of him. "This is totally corny, but are you sure I'm not in heaven?" Three raspberries and a couple of pieces of shrimp bounced off him.
"Dork," Cheryl said, not unkindly.
When they finished eating, Angela and Jenne brought the dishes to the kitchen. While she stood at the sink washing, she could look out the window. She saw Cheryl reach over and tuck her hand inside Mark's swim trunks. "I think they're enjoying themselves," she said to Angela.
"Yep, it looks that way to me."
Angela stood with her arm around Jenne, and they both watched through the window as Cheryl stroked her boyfriend's cock. "Definitely. You know, if we're going to fuck that boy silly, it would be a shame if he wasted all his energy now."
They walked back outside, then started talking loudly. Cheryl quickly jerked her hand out of Mark's trunks and they both looked slightly guilty.
"You know, as small as these suits are, I'd hate to have tan lines. Can you help me out a second Jenne?" Angela said and turned around. Jenne untied Angela's top, and turned around so her own could be removed. They turned around, and almost in unison, peeled their tiny thongs to the ground.
Mark had his first unobstructed view of their smooth bodies. He took in the piercings and the clean shaved pussies, and let out an audible gasp.
"How about you guys? Tan lines are bad!" Jenne said.
