When he noticed Carrie taking note of the painted breasts, as well, he leaned near her ear. “It’s a Key West thing. Tons of girls get it done during Fantasyfest each October—otherwise this is the only place you see it. There’s a guy who does it in the back room.”
“Wow, he’s good,” she said, pointing to another woman who’d had her entire torso painted to look like a tiger’s face, its large, menacing eyes painted over her boobs.
Oblivious to them, Shay ripped her top off over her head, tossing it in one of the bins provided for clothing at the top of the stairs. “Aren’t you guys taking anything off?” she turned to ask with an expectant smile.
He watched his sweet little angel glance around the room, then say, “Sure.” Slowly crossing her hands over her torso to grip the lacy edges of her camisole, she removed it over her head, leaving her breasts as free and on display as Shay’s. God, she was beautiful. Chris took off his casual button-up shirt, dropping it in the bin with Shay’s and Carrie’s tops. Of course, that left his raging erection on display through his shorts, but given where they were, he didn’t think he’d be the only guy with a hard-on.
“No bottoms?” Carrie asked, glancing at his shorts.
He chuckled. “I noticed you didn’t take your skirt off, either.”
She shrugged, grinning. “I’m new at this—I’m still getting acclimated.” Despite her claim, she appeared so confident tonight, so…different than usual. He’d seen Carrie do plenty of hot and outrageous things over the past days, but tonight she was blossoming in a whole new way. He never heard a hint of trepidation in her voice, never saw an ounce of worry or regret in her eyes. Tonight she moved through the wilder side of Key West’s nightlife like a pro and it was impressing—and arousing—the hell out of him.
“Well, angel, maybe you’ll do something to inspire me to take my pants off a little later. In the meantime,” he said, stooping to grab up the small bag he’d just dropped in the bin with their shirts, “why don’t you wear your pretty new bralette.”
Pulling the delicate collection of chains from the bag, he hooked it behind her neck and back. When she turned to face him, she looked downright exotic, the silvery links curving around her luscious breasts, the baubles hanging beneath. Put her in a pair of sheer, gauzy pants and she’d be the perfect harem girl. “Very sexy,” he told her.
The three of them moved to the bar, where a woman he knew from the Lazy Lizard served up drinks. She wore a tank top with the chest cut out, revealing her tan breasts, her nipples a warm pink color, one of them pierced. “Hey there, Chris,” she said. “How’s it hangin’?”
He laughed. At the moment it wasn’t hangin’ at all, but he just said, “Good, Jenny, real good. I’ll take a beer. Another sea breeze, angel?”
Carrie nodded, easing her arm around his waist, one lovely round breast pressing into his side. As Jenny made their drinks, he leaned down and said softly, “Nice tan lines,” since she’d definitely picked some up today, as promised.
To his surprise—and delight—she jiggled her boobs in response. “It does sort of highlight them, doesn’t it,” she said, glancing down. “Sort of like a black light when it shines on something white.” Indeed, in the dark room, her pretty breasts almost glowed.
“Especially with your sexy new breast jewelry.”
“The chains feel good,” she said, gazing up at him. “They tickle and tease just enough to make me aware they’re there.”
“Dance with me.” It was Shay, coming up behind them, hugging them both from behind.
“I have to pay for our drinks,” he said. “You want something, Shay?”
“Another sex on the beach would be good. Dance with me, sweets.” Shay’s always persuasive gaze locked on Carrie’s.
True to her promise, she’d been nothing but friendly to Carrie tonight. Even so, he watched Carrie’s eyes, thinking this might be the thing that finally revealed a touch of hesitation in her this evening, since he wouldn’t be with them on the dance floor and Carrie would, in effect, be placing herself alone with Shay and a bunch of naked strangers in a very new environment.
Despite that, however, she only smiled. “Okay, let’s dance.”
He watched as Shay took Carrie’s hand and led her onto the floor. His cock throbbed even harder than it had a minute ago, just from seeing the two topless girls go off hand in hand.
As they began to sway to the song that played, he thought he would come in his pants. It was impossible for either girl to dance without her breasts bouncing, and at the moment, they looked utterly erotic together, dancing close enough that at moments their breasts almost brushed together. Despite all the nudity on the dance floor, he saw nothing but Carrie and Shay.
When Carrie turned her ass to Shay, Shay didn’t hesitate to place her hands on Carrie’s hips. Shay moved in behind his angel until they were swaying together, her beaded nipples meeting Carrie’s back. Shay caressed Carrie’s hips as they moved, like a cat flexing its claws, finally easing her hands up Carrie’s body until they cupped the undersides of her bejeweled breasts. Carrie never faltered or flinched—acting for all the world as if this were an everyday occurrence for her. She glanced over at him, and when she saw he was totally captivated, cast a sexy smile. He smiled back and mouthed the word he kept using to describe her tonight—hot.
With her gaze still on his, she sensually licked her upper lip and turned to draw Shay into a delicate kiss. He could barely breathe, watching them. It was all he could do not to take his cock in his hand.
“Looks like a hot one you’ve got there,” Jenny said, following his eyes as she lifted the last drink to the bar.
He passed her a credit card and confirmed the notion. “Sizzling.”
As soon as he signed the slip and put his card away, he said, “Hang onto these for me—I’ll be back.” He was really thinking, Fuck the drinks—I’m getting some of this action.
Stepping up to where the girls engaged in a slow tongue kiss, he added his own tongue to the mix, instigating a sexy three-way kiss. Carrie turned her body inward and he slid his arms around both women, creating a triangle with them as they all moved to the music. Carrie’s right breast crushed lush and soft against Shay’s left. He gave each of them their own long, slow French kiss before the trio ended up sharing another sensual meeting of tongues.
When the tempo picked up, turning fast and hot, their triangle broke. Shay positioned herself behind Carrie again, matching Carrie’s pumping gyrations, pressing snug into her from chest to thigh. Chris danced facing his naughty little angel, enjoying the view and glancing down to see an obvious tent in his shorts.
He could have sworn the tent protruded another inch when Shay’s hands curved around Carrie’s hips, splaying down onto her fishnet-covered thighs. Carrie never slowed her passion-packed bump-and-grind, but as Shay’s fingers began to slide gingerly up the stockings, onto the garters, and under her skirt, she locked her sexy gaze on Chris as if to say this little show was all for him. He hoped she was doing it for herself as much as for him, but he liked the idea that this woman whose prim exterior had just been peeled back to reveal the adventurous vixen underneath was letting her lust for him be her guide.
Shay curled her fingers around the short hem of Carrie’s miniskirt and lifted it, slowly, slowly—finally baring her soft, smooth pussy. Pure, undiluted heat glimmered in Carrie’s eyes as his shaft went stiffer and stiffer, demanding some sort of relief soon before he lost his mind.
As if reading his impassioned distress, his angel reached out, grabbing onto his waistband and pulling him closer. Never missing a beat in her sexy, pumping dance, she pressed her palm full over his cock through his shorts. He was so on edge he couldn’t stifle a moan.
Around them, he was vaguely aware of other couples, trios, foursomes, touching, groping one another. From the corner of his eye he saw a girl wearing only a pair of panties kneeling to give a blowjob. A group of girls to his left stripped off each other’s bras, taking turns kissing ea
ch other’s breasts. But Chris only had eyes for his hot little Carrie, suddenly a sex kitten supreme.
He rubbed his erection hard against her hand, and was disappointed when she pulled it away, until he realized she was vigorously undoing his pants. Shay kept his angel’s skirt pulled up, her fingers playing about the garters stretching from Carrie’s hips down the fronts of her slender thighs. Between Shay’s caressing hands, Carrie’s cunt gaped open, her clit protruding. He couldn’t wait to get his cock out.
Carrie lifted the now-stretched-out band of his underwear up over his hard-on, then locked the elastic firmly beneath his balls, adding even more pressure to an already super-intense arousal.
Grabbing onto his cock like it was a handle, she levered it down to a horizontal position and slipped it between her legs, where she slid back and forth on it, her wet pussy sawing against his rock-hard shaft. “You get to see what I can do with a pole now,” she purred coquettishly as she leaned in to him, her nipples grazing his chest to leave pinpoints of fire.
“Show me, baby,” he growled, sliding his cock back and forth in her slit.
As promised, she slid along his elongated shaft the same way the stripper had slid her cunt against the silver pole. His arousal stretched even tauter with every skim of her juice-soaked cunt. From behind her, Shay fully caressed her big, beautiful breasts, kissing her neck, and Carrie leaned her head back, eyes shut in sheer passion. The vision of the two girls was like a lusty dream come true.
“Need you in me,” she rasped, bringing her gaze to his. “Now.”
“Here?” he said, still sawing against her.
She bit her lip, appearing lost in the intensity of her desire. “Mmm.”
Without another second’s hesitation, he bent down, hoisted her body over his shoulder, and hauled her from the dance floor, leaving Shay behind.
He spotted a bar stool that someone had placed in a corner, so he carried her to it and lowered her ass onto the vinyl seat. She spread her legs instantly, as wide as they would go, giving him a tantalizing view of her sweet open pussy, all swollen for him, glistening in the dimly lit room.
Photograph her right now and she was the perfect X-rated centerfold. Chris tried to lock the hot memory of how she looked in his mind. Then he took his cock in hand, positioned it at her opening, and plunged inside her.
Chapter Ten
She cried out, but just like last night on the balcony, she took him in one thrust, all the way in. “Fuck,” he breathed, leaning his head back, relieved to be inside her.
She licked her lips, eyes half shut, and said, “Me.”
“What?”
A sexy grin fought through her passion. “Fuck me.”
In response, he pulled his cock halfway out, then rammed it deep in her warm, wet cunt. “Tell me again. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
God, he loved hearing her say it, demand it. He loved how well her pussy swallowed his shaft now, so thoroughly that she begged for more. Bracing his hands on her hips under her hiked-up skirt, he slammed into her with deep, rough strokes. She cried out at each one, her eyes gone wild and animal-like, her expression fierce and insistent as she gazed up at him.
“Look down,” he said through clenched teeth. “Watch me fuck you. Watch my big cock ream your tight little pussy.”
They both peered at where he entered her, the sight of his wide column invading her tiny hole both amazing and erotic. He fucked her as hard as he could, each brutal stroke taking him closer and closer to an ecstasy he didn’t know if he could delay after the arousal he’d suffered. But he wanted her to come, too, wanted her to explode with him, so he issued a command he didn’t know if she would follow.
“Rub your clit.”
“Huh?” The sound came high-pitched and confused.
“Rub your hot little clit. Get yourself off with me. I want you to do it.”
“But I—”
“You’re up for anything tonight, remember? Anything.”
He realized they were both panting as they spoke.
He commanded it of her one more time, teeth clenched again, wanting so badly for her overcome this last little hurdle of total sexual comfort, total sensual freedom, that he could almost taste it. “Rub that fucking clit.”
She let out a heated moan at his harsh command and he knew that little taste of domination had pushed her to the point of surrender even before she lowered her fingertips to the inflamed nub poking firmly from the top of her slit. She moved them quickly over her pink clit, her teeth gritting in passion now, too. He watched her rub it, faster, faster, as he plunged his cock warm and tight into her welcoming cunt.
“Tell me when, baby,” he said. “Tell me when you start to go off.”
She kept crying out at each hard stroke, working her clit, gazing up at him with glazed eyes that looked overwhelmed with lust.
Soon, baby, soon, he pleaded silently as his cock and balls got tighter, tighter, ready to blow.
“Oh God, now,” she whimpered, and he heard himself release a ferocious groan as he let himself go, too, spurting his seed inside her warm, perfect pussy, the waves of sensation that buffeted his body made more extreme by the pleasure of listening to her orgasm, watching the intense ecstasy etch itself across her face.
Behind him, people offered light applause and a whistle. He glanced over his shoulder to see a small crowd—two men and a few women—all a little older than him and buck-naked. Rather than acknowledging them, though, he found himself turning back to her, leaning in to her, wrapping his arms around her, somehow suddenly trying to shield her and keep their intimacy more private. I love you.
He literally bit his tongue, stopping the words. Where the fuck had they come from? He didn’t know, couldn’t think. Too many emotions swirled in his head.
And damn—peering down into her big emerald eyes, he still wanted to say it. Instead, he settled on, “That was so incredible, angel.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered in his ear, her legs now wrapped around his back, his cock still buried in her. The heels of her boots dug lightly into his skin.
He blinked and pulled back a bit, stunned. “Sorry?”
She offered a playful smile. “I wanted to do lots more fun and interesting things to your pole on the dance floor, but I got carried away.”
He let out a sated sigh. “Baby, you treated my pole just fine. And besides, foreplay is fun, but I’d rather have my cock in you than anywhere else.”
Carrie was astounded at what she’d just done—or more specifically, where she’d just done it. She could scarcely believe the true depths of her wantonness, but it had been so hot, and wonderful, and easy to just give herself to him without a care for where they were or who was around them. She couldn’t help feeling utterly pleased with how thoroughly she’d abandoned her inhibitions for him tonight.
“I need a drink,” she said, smiling up at him. After the dancing and the hot passion they’d just shared, her throat was parched.
He flashed a small, satisfied grin. “Just so happens you have one at the bar, although I’m sure the ice has it good and watered down by now.”
Easing his cock out of her, he helped her to her feet, and she felt his semen begin to leak down, wetting her inner thighs. Clearly having anticipated it, Chris was already stooping before her, using his hands to wipe up and collect his juices, his touches between her legs enough to have her biting her lip as new arousal perked to life.
Rising up before her, he pressed his palms to her breasts and smeared the wetness onto the two sensitive mounds. She looked down, watching as he covered her chest with a wet sheen, massaging it in. They both studied his hands molding and shaping her, her nipples getting harder with each passing second. God, just when she thought the excitement was over, it began again.
Finally, he ended the sweet pleasure by tweaking the pink peaks of her breasts between his fingertips, then pulling down her skirt. Leaning in close, he purred in her ear, “You’re
wearing me now.”
* * * * *
A few minutes later, Shay appeared at the bar where they sat, her breasts painted with dolphins. Three small porpoises circled each nipple. “Wow,” Carrie said, “that’s gorgeous.” Unlike the other women she’d seen with painted breasts, this breast art was designed to enhance rather than cover. Shay’s pert pink nipples were still fully visible, jutting out between the jumping dolphins.
Shay shimmied her breasts at the compliment, her lips spreading into a sexy smile.
Carrie looked up at Chris. “I want to get mine painted, too.”
Soon after, she and Chris had picked out a design—a vine of delicate flowers that would curl around one pink crest, then drape across her chest to swirl about the other. The artist was young—he looked like he could be a college student—with long, dark hair and an earring in one lobe. Carrie sat very still, her sensitive breasts absorbing every stroke of his thin brush as it swept over her skin. She loved having Chris watch her breasts become transformed into something new; his gaze made her pussy tingle anew.
A few minutes later, the artist passed her a mirror so she could fully see what he’d created on her chest. The result was lush and beautiful—a thin chain of daisies that appeared to be sprinkled across the curves of her breasts.
She glanced up at Chris. “What do you think?”
He smiled. “I think you get more gorgeous every minute.”
She giggled. “No, what do you think of the daisies?”
“I think I’m glad you chose that type of design because looking at you right now makes me want to kiss your pretty nipples.”
She waited for her typical blush, given that the painter still sat directly before her, but it didn’t come.
When her eyes drifted to the artist, he grinned. “I don’t blame the guy. I’m having the same urge myself.”
A swift spiral of desire coiled through her at the picture his words formed in her mind—she suddenly envisioned Chris laving one nipple while the cute, young, bohemian artist licked the other. She drew in her breath—despite teasing Chris the other day that she might want him and Scott both, she’d never desired something that hedonistic before, not even since learning she had the capability to want so many wild things.
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