No Rules, Part 5 - Sex Stories

No Rules, Part 5

... right,” queried Brad, “how is that?” Ashley looked down at the front of her t-shirt and put her hands over her breasts. Looking at Brad she said, “Jarrad was right about it being the bottom to a bikini.” She squeezed the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “But since I'm not wearing the top to it...” She paused as her nipples grew and became hard. “He was only half right.” She turned loose of her nipples and rested her hands on the arms of the lounger. Ashley's grin grew broader as the guys silently stared. “Are you planning on taking the tee off?” Brad quietly asked. “Yeah, are you?” Jarrad echoed. Ashley looked from one to the other. “Nope,” she replied. Jarrad took her response as a challenge. “Well it's not like we haven't seen them before.” Brad looked at Ashley as she responded to Jarrad. “Yeah but that was different. It was inside, and if you remember correctly, you got thrown out of the house.” Jarrad snapped out his reply. “Uh huh, but my getting thrown out the house had nothing to do with your bare tits. In fact, you told me it was okay to take off your bra. I got thrown out for something else.” Brad chimed in. “If you're worried about what I might think, well I don't see why I should be any more bothered than when you went topless that time in France.” Yeah, you got pretty bothered alright. Well maybe hot and bothered's a better description. Seems to me you couldn't get us back to the hotel room fast enough. “Tell you what guys. Someone got a knife?” ...

... Jarrad took a Swiss Army type knife out of his pocket. “Ooh, that's even better,” Ashley exclaimed. She took the knife and opened the mini-scissors part. She took hold of her t-shirt and began cutting it just below her breasts. When she had finished cutting the front and sides, she handed the scissors-knife to Brad. “You finish it,” she said. “I think I can rip it a lot faster.” “Go ahead then, whatever floats your boat.” As he grasped Ashley's tee from the back he whispered, “Do what you want. I'm having fun watching.” He ripped through the back of the shirt, then tore it down the front to get it off her. “Before you get sat down...” Ashley felt around under the lounger and retrieved a bottle of lotion. “Here,” she coaxed, handing the bottle to Brad. “Put some of this on me before I burn.” “You do it Jarrad,” Brad said, handing the bottle to Jarrad as he resumed his chair. Ashley squirmed. “But...” she said. “But nothing,” Brad snapped. “You were okay with some stranger doing it in France. I'm sure Jarrad knows how to do it.” “If both you are sure it's okay,” Jarrad said with a toothy grin on his face. “Okay with me, bro,” Brad piped, looking in Ashley's direction. Ashley looked from one to the other. I just wish it was Brad's hands instead of Jarrad's. Ashley looked at Brad. She sighed. “It's okay with me, I guess.” Ashley dropped the back of the lounger and lay flat on her back. Jarrad started on Ashley's feet and worked slowly up her legs. She was thinking. That business the ...