The Island, Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 24

... collect Joelle. She had put together a small bag of her own, and was anxiously waiting for us. Her leg was bouncing up and down madly as she sat on a box of supplies under the thatched roof. “I haven’t been this nervous since I took my nursing boards,” she said, a tremor in her voice. Janie pulled her to her feet, and without a word embraced her tenderly. Joelle stiffened, then slowly relaxed, finally wrapping her arms around the shorter woman and heaving a mighty sigh. “Thanks!” she said gratefully. “I needed that.” She took another deep breath, letting it out through pursed lips. “OK, I can do this. I’m ready. Let’s go.” She threw her bag over her shoulder, and with each of us holding one of her hands, we made our way across the island by moonlight, reaching the nude beach a few minutes later. We stood together at the sign, and I finally broke the ice. “OK. The sign says no clothes on the beach. I say we leave them behind and get into the spirit of things.” I put my money where my mouth was, and pulled my shirt over my head. Janie followed suit, pulling her tank top off and revealing her braless breasts. Joelle hesitated, staring at Janie’s bare chest for a moment, then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Watching her undress was sexier than any strip tease I had ever seen at any club in my experience. Shy girl that she was, she was still wearing a bra, but instead of her usual plain cotton ones, this was a lacy number that really accentuated her full breasts, pushing them ...

... up until she had a veritable canyon of cleavage between them. She looked down at herself, then back at Janie. “Gosh, looking at you I feel so fat. You are all muscle and so skinny!” Janie laughed. “I was just thinking how gorgeous your curves are and wishing I had wonderful tits like that!” She put her arm around Joelle and turned to me, her head resting on the other woman’s shoulder. “All right Dave, you have to decide. Who has the better body?” “Oh, no you don’t,” I said with a shaking head. “I’m not falling into that trap. Anyway, the joke’s on you: one of my favorite things about women is that they come in so many different types. You are both gorgeous.” I shucked off my shorts, revealing my tightest briefs, now sporting a huge tent in the middle. “Here’s the evidence, ladies. Little Dave gives you two thumbs up, which is hard to do since he has only one appendage.” Janie snickered while Joelle gave voice to a peal of laughter. As I had hoped, a little humor helped defuse her anxiety. Impishly she caressed the fabric-covered boner, saying “Little Dave isn’t so little any more.” “I’m not sure he ever was,” chimed in Janie. “In your medical opinion, Nurse Flores, is this not an above average specimen?” “Why yes, Miss Scarlatti, I must concur. This member is somewhat longer than the usual ones.” I preened for them, striking a pose. They couldn’t hold a straight face and both broke up laughing, clutching each other for support. “You two still have too much clothing on,” I ...