Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

... flesh.

It was of course the Bandit, which was confirmed when Alicia clambered out of the pool and hauled her up onto the tiled floor. The bikini top had became loose with the impromptu wrestling and had fallen away to partially reveal those immense organs that must have comprised half of her body-weight. No wonder she had felt heavy coming up out of the water.

Alicia apologised for the intimate hold but Sharon wasn't concerned, brushing away her concerns.

Angelo applauded and tossed her a towel, "Well done, get the rest of those wet clothes off and we'll get them dried off for you before you leave."

She unknotted the sleeves and handed the top over, but her wet jeans were now skin-tight and had to be peeled down. She eventually decided it was just too difficult to undress with a towel around her shoulders. By the time the jeans were around her ankles she'd lost the towel all together and allowed Sharon to tug the jeans over her feet whilst one of the guys held her under the arms to stop her from being dragged over the tiles.

Sharon held her hand out for her wet panties so she removed them as well, dropping them into a laundry basket. Sharon had readjusted her bikini but Alicia was now naked. She forced herself to stand and let them admire the biceps, buns and thighs of her gym-fresh body until she was given a fresh towel that she wrapped around herself for some belated modesty. With an air of defiance, she folded it in half and wrapped it around her waist to ...

... form a short skirt. They had stared at her pussy for long enough, it was time to cover it up. But let them admire her brown breasts, that's what she had them for.

The group moved to another room and she was interviewed as if she was a weird committee project. Yes, she had a passport. Yes, she'd had some martial arts and self-defence classes. Yes, she'd had life-saving and first aid classes. Yes, she had a clean police record. Yes, everyone was looking at her tits.

Yes, she had the job.

* * *

It wasn't a bad job to have; she had a clothing allowance from her new employer as well as from her official one. She bought an entire new wardrobe, including an outfit to match the other guys on 'security'. Not quite a uniform; more of a theme; skin-tight black yoga pants that showed off every rippling muscle of her butt, with dark shades. She looked like a bodyguard for a Ninja warrior.

One day she was told to pack a case for a few days, Angelo had a trip planned. She was asked to gather up all the passports of the group and allocated a seat in one of a convoy of cars. When they arrived at the airport they took a strange turn away from the main buildings and followed a narrow road which went some distance around the perimeter, eventually they stopped at an anonymous gate.

There was a group of guards ready waiting and she handed over the documents which were cursorily examined and returned. They all boarded the plane; it was as easy as that, nobody even saw the inside of ...