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CHAPTER FOUR
(Prior chapters and more available on Amazon.com under the title, A CRACK ON THE BEACH.
The next morning, even though it was a humid as Hades, there were s**ttered rain showers so Shy and I stayed up at the chalet. I did some internet business and Shy read. The events of the night before were left in the ethos, but I was curious as if they would progress any further, or that they were now concluded, that the physical contact between Cee and Shy had injected reality into fantasy and, therefore, sapped that fantasy’s energy, had removed the magic and the interest, the dream.
Cee arrived mid-morning bearing two bottles of champagne and a shopping bag. I met her on the patio which was wet after the downpour we’d had an hour ago. When I saw the liquor, my curiousness was reawakened. What was she busily conjuring? The idea that I had become, through circumstance, a pawn in this game suited me well – shit, as they say, happens, and since our first disrobing of Shy three nights ago, Cee had taken control and, frankly, and I dare any man in my predicament to deny otherwise, I was like a pig in a sewer.
“I bring gifts,” Cee announced.
“So I see.”
“Where is she?”
“I think she’s just about to take a shower,” I told her, watching her face, waiting to see her reaction.
“Perfect timing as always,” she smiled. “Did she mention last night?”
“Yes. She said she liked it.”
Cee grinned. “Good. Did you?”
Now I grinned. “Of course I did. And you?”
“I may hate you forever if you tell me stop, but I will if you want me to?”
I shook my head and reached for the first beer of the day as Cee traipsed her way into the chalet. I sat down and watched the storm clouds brewing. I no longer doubted that this was anywhere near its end, and who was I to interfere?
“Hubby, your opinion is needed,” Cee called from within the chalet after a few minutes. “Hurry up.”
With beer in hand, I ambled into the chalet, past the mirror room and to the large shower room. Shy was standing there with a towel hurriedly d****d over nudity – Cee’s arrival must have caught her unawares. Cee presented to me what looked like three brightly coloured squares of cloth attached with thin strips of material.
“What on earth is that?”
“Its a micro-bikini for Shy,” Cee announced.
“I’m not wearing that,” Shy challenged.
“What do you think?”Cee asked me.
“Well, it would be interesting to see how it looks...umm...kind of different!”
Cee turned on Shy. “There, hubby agrees.”
“Of course he would,” Shy said, rolling her eyes, her hands clasping the towel between her legs. “He can wear it.”
“Oh, come on – I’m going to wear mine,” Cee said. “Nobody will see you in it other than us.”
“You bought one?” Shy asked Cee.
“Of course I did.”
“I’ll think about it after I shower...”
“Good. You jump in whilst Hubby gets the champagne glasses.”
I stepped into the lounge, grabbed three glasses and headed back toward the shower room and to where Cee had put the champagne bottles aside. Shy hadn’t moved, and neither had 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-sister’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 little sensual gratification?
“That will never fit your boobs,” Shy offered, her hands roaming over her upper torso.
“Speak for yourself,” teased Cee and she did up the strap. “There.”
“It doesn’t even cover your nipples properly,” Shy yelped girlishly.
“I know,” said Cee. “Its quite a tease, isn’t it...? I’ve left yours here.”
Shy switched off the shower and made for a towel. “You seriously want me to wear that?”
“I do,” challenged Cee.
“This so weird,” said Shy as she towelled off.
I followed Cee out on the patio carrying the champagne glasses, noticing how the thin strip of material moved between her arse cheeks.
“That hitting the right spot?” I asked her with a grin as I opened another beer, referring to the lower half of the micro-bikini.
“Perfectly,” she smiled sipping her champagne. “I hope she puts hers on,” she added.
“Mmmm,” I replied, my eyes glued on Cee’s nipples beneath the taut patch of material. If Cee was to get excited, those teats of hers would expose themselves immediately. I sat back in anticipation as Shy exited the chalet. Why anticipation? By now I knew that Cee always had an ulterior motive; the champagne, the micro-bikinis. She was instigating and manipulating.
“Oh my!” Cee exclaimed and I turned to look.
Even though Shy was trying to hide some of her body by loosely carrying a towel, the micro-bikini did everything and more that it was meant to. It perfectly displayed and clung to the shape of her mons veneris; it showed the lips of her vagina, allowed a few pubic hairs to show-off. It was as if she wore a second skin. The swell of her breasts had escaped most of the garment and they offered a perfect contrast to her tan. Her nipples pointed seductively beneath the thin material.
“You look amazing,” I said and handed her a glass.
“I feel fucking exposed and silly is what,” she said.
“Turn around,” Cee said.
“No!”
“Oh come on – you can’t hide your bum all day, especially wearing that!”
Shy sighed and turned. As with Cee, the thong was deeply embedded in her crack, reappearing to barely cover her pubes between her legs.
“Very sexy,” I offered.
“There. Happy?” she asked Cee.
“Snug as a glove,” Cee replied, her eyes never straying.
“I need a drink, or two,” Shy said, but there was a sense of pride about her; of being comfortable with the way she looked and felt. Could my wife be a tease? Another interesting layer was being added.
...PLENTY TO MORE TO READ -- THE NOVELLA, A CRACK ON THE BEACH, AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM AT A VERY, VERY LOW PRICE!!!
(Prior chapters and more available on Amazon.com under the title, A CRACK ON THE BEACH.
The next morning, even though it was a humid as Hades, there were s**ttered rain showers so Shy and I stayed up at the chalet. I did some internet business and Shy read. The events of the night before were left in the ethos, but I was curious as if they would progress any further, or that they were now concluded, that the physical contact between Cee and Shy had injected reality into fantasy and, therefore, sapped that fantasy’s energy, had removed the magic and the interest, the dream.
Cee arrived mid-morning bearing two bottles of champagne and a shopping bag. I met her on the patio which was wet after the downpour we’d had an hour ago. When I saw the liquor, my curiousness was reawakened. What was she busily conjuring? The idea that I had become, through circumstance, a pawn in this game suited me well – shit, as they say, happens, and since our first disrobing of Shy three nights ago, Cee had taken control and, frankly, and I dare any man in my predicament to deny otherwise, I was like a pig in a sewer.
“I bring gifts,” Cee announced.
“So I see.”
“Where is she?”
“I think she’s just about to take a shower,” I told her, watching her face, waiting to see her reaction.
“Perfect timing as always,” she smiled. “Did she mention last night?”
“Yes. She said she liked it.”
Cee grinned. “Good. Did you?”
Now I grinned. “Of course I did. And you?”
“I may hate you forever if you tell me stop, but I will if you want me to?”
I shook my head and reached for the first beer of the day as Cee traipsed her way into the chalet. I sat down and watched the storm clouds brewing. I no longer doubted that this was anywhere near its end, and who was I to interfere?
“Hubby, your opinion is needed,” Cee called from within the chalet after a few minutes. “Hurry up.”
With beer in hand, I ambled into the chalet, past the mirror room and to the large shower room. Shy was standing there with a towel hurriedly d****d over nudity – Cee’s arrival must have caught her unawares. Cee presented to me what looked like three brightly coloured squares of cloth attached with thin strips of material.
“What on earth is that?”
“Its a micro-bikini for Shy,” Cee announced.
“I’m not wearing that,” Shy challenged.
“What do you think?”Cee asked me.
“Well, it would be interesting to see how it looks...umm...kind of different!”
Cee turned on Shy. “There, hubby agrees.”
“Of course he would,” Shy said, rolling her eyes, her hands clasping the towel between her legs. “He can wear it.”
“Oh, come on – I’m going to wear mine,” Cee said. “Nobody will see you in it other than us.”
“You bought one?” Shy asked Cee.
“Of course I did.”
“I’ll think about it after I shower...”
“Good. You jump in whilst Hubby gets the champagne glasses.”
I stepped into the lounge, grabbed three glasses and headed back toward the shower room and to where Cee had put the champagne bottles aside. Shy hadn’t moved, and neither had 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-sister’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 little sensual gratification?
“That will never fit your boobs,” Shy offered, her hands roaming over her upper torso.
“Speak for yourself,” teased Cee and she did up the strap. “There.”
“It doesn’t even cover your nipples properly,” Shy yelped girlishly.
“I know,” said Cee. “Its quite a tease, isn’t it...? I’ve left yours here.”
Shy switched off the shower and made for a towel. “You seriously want me to wear that?”
“I do,” challenged Cee.
“This so weird,” said Shy as she towelled off.
I followed Cee out on the patio carrying the champagne glasses, noticing how the thin strip of material moved between her arse cheeks.
“That hitting the right spot?” I asked her with a grin as I opened another beer, referring to the lower half of the micro-bikini.
“Perfectly,” she smiled sipping her champagne. “I hope she puts hers on,” she added.
“Mmmm,” I replied, my eyes glued on Cee’s nipples beneath the taut patch of material. If Cee was to get excited, those teats of hers would expose themselves immediately. I sat back in anticipation as Shy exited the chalet. Why anticipation? By now I knew that Cee always had an ulterior motive; the champagne, the micro-bikinis. She was instigating and manipulating.
“Oh my!” Cee exclaimed and I turned to look.
Even though Shy was trying to hide some of her body by loosely carrying a towel, the micro-bikini did everything and more that it was meant to. It perfectly displayed and clung to the shape of her mons veneris; it showed the lips of her vagina, allowed a few pubic hairs to show-off. It was as if she wore a second skin. The swell of her breasts had escaped most of the garment and they offered a perfect contrast to her tan. Her nipples pointed seductively beneath the thin material.
“You look amazing,” I said and handed her a glass.
“I feel fucking exposed and silly is what,” she said.
“Turn around,” Cee said.
“No!”
“Oh come on – you can’t hide your bum all day, especially wearing that!”
Shy sighed and turned. As with Cee, the thong was deeply embedded in her crack, reappearing to barely cover her pubes between her legs.
“Very sexy,” I offered.
“There. Happy?” she asked Cee.
“Snug as a glove,” Cee replied, her eyes never straying.
“I need a drink, or two,” Shy said, but there was a sense of pride about her; of being comfortable with the way she looked and felt. Could my wife be a tease? Another interesting layer was being added.
...PLENTY TO MORE TO READ -- THE NOVELLA, A CRACK ON THE BEACH, AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM AT A VERY, VERY LOW PRICE!!!
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