A CRACK ON THE BEACH - PART 4 - THEY GET NAKED - Sex Stories

A CRACK ON THE BEACH - PART 4 - THEY GET NAKED

... Cee. “Well, take your shower,” Cee told Shy as she began unbuttoning her own blouse. Shy glanced at me and I smiled, shrugged and taking a deep breath she then dropped the towel and headed into the oval shower room as Cee slipped out of her blouse, revealing her bra. It took a few seconds for Shy to become accustomed to her own nudity and to realise that Cee was also getting undressed. “What are you doing?” Shy asked Cee as she stepped under the water, the dark patch between her thighs prominent. I popped the champagne as Cee took of her brassiere, allowing her breasts to fall free. “Putting on my bikini,” Cee replied nonchalantly, her eyes openly devouring Shy’s nakedness. “What did you think I was doing?” My hand shook as it poured the fizzy liquid – their banter was beginning, that verbal parry and thrust. I watched inconspicuously, or as much as I was able to. “Nothing, I...” “...take a shower, too?” “...no, I...” Cee dropped her light skirt, keeping her eyes on Shy. She wore no panties and the sudden revealing of her mound triggered Shy to look straight between her legs and Shy’s look lingered just a fraction too long and Cee read it. “I can soap your back if you like?” Cee offered unhurriedly as she ran a hand lightly and quickly over her bush, her action ensuring that Shy kept looking there. “No...I...fine, thanks,” Shy mumbled and feigned looking for the soap, turning her back, the water running down over her arse. “Champagne is ready,” I interrupted, my voice ...

... trembling a tad. I shifted my bum against the washbasin counter and played the fly on the wall as Cee began tying on the lower half of the micro-bikini. She kept her eyes on Shy who was beginning to soap herself, her back to us. There wasn’t much for Cee to tie – the rear strap disappeared between her bum cheeks like a line of floss between two teeth. “What do you think?” Cee called out to Shy who turned to look, soapy water cascading. Now they faced one another. Cee did a little pirouette and I saw that the micro-bikini barely concealed her pubes; in fact the stretch of material pronounced her vulva. “Oh my God,” said Shy and, momentarily, kept soaping herself, her attention drawn to her step-s****r’s partial nudity and the skimpiness of the costume. “You may as well be wearing nothing!” “I know,” smiled Cee as she adjusted the cloth between her thighs, the movement attracting Shy’s eyes. “It feels wonderful and naughty,” Cee added, watching as Shy began soaping her vagina – suddenly all inhibitions seemed to disappear as the two women began comparing the outfit like two teenage girls. “Let’s try the top,” prompted Cee, her focus never leaving Shy as she reached for the thin garment. Perhaps it was just me, but Shy’s fingers seemed to linger, almost teased, her pussy as Cee began putting on the bikini top, or what there was of it. Maybe watching Cee fit the bikini was enough of a distraction for her to forget that was naked and in a shower, or, dare I ponder, was it offering her a ...