0 comments/ 97791 views/ 6 favorites Swimsuit Optional By: BeachKitty It was an unseasonably warm Tuesday afternoon in April when I decided to slip into my new light yellow string bikini and head out to the pool. I’d only lived in this apartment building for about a week and was anxious to meet some of my neighbors before I started my new job the following week. I grabbed my towel, a book, and a big glass of ice water and headed out the door. The pool was in the center courtyard of the building. The water sparkled as it lapped against the blue tile. Unfortunately, no one was around. I guess people actually worked on weekday afternoons. I selected a chaise and began to rub oil into my barely tan skin. The scent of coconut and warm caress of sun on my skin made me remember an unbelievable afternoon I’d spent on a beach in Maui with a surfer and a friend the year before… It had been my senior year of college, and my sorority sister, Justine, and I had decided to spend it soaking up the sun in Hawaii. We’d been sipping drinks all afternoon and had a pretty good buzz going when a tan Adonis of a surfer set up his towel next to us. We’d talked for a little while, the conversation turning as it tends to do toward sex. He asked if the things he’d heard about sorority girls were true. Justine and I exchanged glances, nonverbally agreeing that we should play along and blow his mind. “Like what?” I’d asked. “Oh, lingerie pillow fights…” “Of course. We just had one last night,” Justine said. “Drunken frat parties…” “Every weekend.” “Exploring your sexuality…” “You mean our BIsexuality?” I asked. I took Justine’s hand and nibbled one of her fingers. She giggled and rolled closer to me on the towel. His eyes grew wide. Noting his reaction, she slid her hand over the top of my bikini and teased my nipple through the thin fabric. Justine was bi, but we’d never actually done anything together sexually. We were pretty drunk and had talked before about my curiosity. We were in a pretty secluded spot on the beach. I looked into her eyes, wondering how far she was wanting to take this. She winked at me as she toyed with my nipple. “Do you like to watch, Jason?” she asked the surfer. He gulped and nodded. I noticed his cock twitch under his board shorts. “Ashley, why don’t we take this thing off?” Justine’s fingers slipped beneath my blond hair, untying the neck strap of my top. She peeled it down and untied the back, revealing my 34D tits. They were very white compared to the rest of my body, except for the bright pink areolas. Her hands slid over my tits, bringing my nipples to hard peaks. She leaned in and ran her hot tongue over my lips. I’d opened my mouth, accepting her soft kisses as her hands explored my flesh, my hands covering hers, leading them, urging her on. She kissed down my neck and took one breast to her mouth, teasing my throbbing nipple with the tip of her tongue. Then she took it in, the hot, steamy kisses drawing my tit in as she sucked and nipped. I was so hot, I was going crazy. I knew that my bikini bottom was soaked already. I sat up and turned her around to face Jason, kneeling behind her. I swept he dark hair to the side and undid her top, licking the side of her neck as I reached around to caress her tits. She was much smaller than me, and much more tan all over due to her Italian ancestry, but her little nipples were rock hard and perky as hell as I ran my hands over them. I looked over at our surfer friend, who was watching intently, one hand stroking his obviously stiff cock through his shorts. “Jason, hand me that suntan oil,” I said. He did as he was told, his cock standing straight out from his body, making quite the pop tent. I poured the oil into my hand and began a slow, sensuous massage of my friend, covering nearly every inch of her… Shoulders, long strokes down the arms, then back, over her firm tits, her flat stomach... “My turn, Ash,” she murmured, taking the bottle of oil. “Lie back, honey.” She slipped her fingers under the sides of my bikini bottoms and slid them off. She dribbled the oil over my naked body. We were both glistening in the hot sun. I moaned a bit as she expertly rubbed me from my shoulders, down my tits, then up my legs, my thighs. She teased me, her hands gliding closer and closer to my dripping wet cunt. Finally, she parted my pussy lips with her slick fingers and caressed my swollen clit. I gasped and quivered. “Not yet, baby girl…” She slipped her bottoms off into the sand and positioned herself between my thighs. She kissed down my stomach, taking time to tug on my belly ring with her teeth. Then she licked downward, over my shaved outer lips and then began to lap at my dripping cunt. Her tongue flicked into me as she rubbed my hot button with one finger. I was shuddering and bucking as she plunged a finger in, then two, finger fucking me on my towel, in the sand, as the surfer looked on. I came hard, my pussy clamping on her fingers over and over again, my back arching as the longest, most intense orgasm I’d ever had rocked me. As I lay there panting, she slid her oily body up mine, our tits brushing, her unshaved pussy aligned with mine, the hairs tickling my still sensitive snatch. “Now, surfer boy, what do you think of sorority girls?” She asked with a wink. “I think I’m tired of watching,” he said. “Then come here, big boy,” I said. He slid off his shorts, revealing a rock hard 9 inches, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Looks yummy,” Justine said. I took a bit of the oil and began to rub it up and down his pole. He was pretty big, my hand barely fit around his rod. Justine and I began to tease the tip of it with our tongues, then took turns sucking him, rubbing him, fondling his balls. She was on her knees in front of him, deep throating it. I took the opportunity to lie between her spread thighs and started licking her wet pussy. I’d never done it before, so it was a pretty interesting experience. The musky scent mixed with that of the oil, the taste of her, slightly sweet and again like the oil pushed me to explore more as he pounded into her mouth. She was moaning like crazy and bucking on my face as I thrust my tongue into her pussy deeper and rubbed her swollen clit. I was so involved in what I was doing to her hot little snatch that I didn’t notice Jason until his big, slick cock was pushing apart my pussy lips. He was big, but I was so wet, and the mix of saliva and oil allowed him to push into me pretty easily, burying himself. Justine was riding my face as he began to slowly slide into and out of me, picking up speed, his thrusts causing me to buck harder into my sorority sister’s pussy. She finally came, her cunt convulsing. She rolled off and gave me a long, deep kiss. “You sure that was your first time eating pussy?” she asked with a wink. Jason was pounding into me harder and harder. I wrapped my legs around his tight body, taking him in as deep as possible. Justine whispered something to him and he pulled out, flipping me over to do me doggy style. She slipped her head beneath and licked my clit and his cock as he pounded my dripping pussy. I moaned louder and louder, the combination of all the sensations bringing on an earthshattering orgasm. My pussy clamped down rhythmically on his cock as he thrust deep into me and shot his load. Justine licked me clean, and we all collapsed into a sweaty, oily heap on the towels. ******** “Having a pleasant dream?” A very masculine voice asked, bringing me back to reality. I was no longer on the beach in Maui, but lying on a chaise by the pool at my apartment building. And I was no longer alone. It must have been pretty obvious that I was having an erotic dream – I was breathless, my nipples rock hard beneath my bikini top, and I was so wet, I was sure it was apparent through the fabric of the suit. “Um, yeah, I was,” I said, trying to right myself. I looked up at a beautiful specimen of masculinity. He was muscular, tan, toned, with striking blue eyes and thick dark hair. A tattoo coiled around his impressive right bicep, a tribal looking band. “I’m Rick,” He said. “I live in 402.” “Ashley,” I said, shaking his hand. “I must be below you.” Another erotic image danced through my mind at that comment. He must have caught my thought. He winked. “I guess you’re in 302?” “Yep. Just moved in.” “Yeah, I saw you the other day carrying up some stuff. I was going to offer to help, but I had to go to work. Sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you sometime?” “Maybe.” A few seconds of awkward silence followed. “I’m a little warm – I think I’ll take a dip,” I said. I walked to the edge of the pool, noticing that his eyes stayed on me appreciatively. I dipped a toe in. “A little cold,” I said. “Always is,” he said. “Hardly anyone uses it. I’m usually here all by myself.” “Well, you’ll probably catch me here a lot.” I entered the water, the cool blue lapping up my skin as I descended the submerged stairs and and took a seat on a lower step. “Are you getting in?” I asked. “Sure,” He said, removing his shoes and then plunging in, a graceful dive into the deep end. He swam underwater to a few feet away and then broke through the surface. He looked good dripping wet… Gee, that daydream had really left my mind in the gutter. “It’s still a little cool,” I said, making lame pool conversation. “So I see,” he said, his eyes dipping from my face. I glanced down. Oh my god! My yellow swimsuit was pretty much transparent when it was wet! My very hard nipples were clearly visible poking at the scanty fabric. I blushed and slid deeper, letting the water cover up my breasts. “Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed. I haven’t gotten it wet yet…” “Don’t be embarrassed. I hardly saw a thing.” He grinned. “And from what I did see, you have nothing to be ashamed of.” “Well, thanks. I think.” He swam up next to me. “You’re very beautiful. And I think you did get it a little wet before I came in…” His hand brushed my crotch under the water. I moaned involuntarily, all the erotic images from earlier flooding back. “What was the dream about?” “A year ago, a vacation in Hawaii.” “Hawaii is nice. What part of the vacation were you remembering?” I looked at him. He was so hot, and I was so horny. Why not? “A little encounter on the beach.” “Really?” I nodded. His hand brushed my crotch again, more deliberately. This time his finger sought out my slit and rubbed it through the fabric. “Tell me about it.” So I did, recounting the details as his hands explored my body. When I told him about Justine licking my pussy, he slid the bikini bottom to the side and slid his fingers into my hungry, waiting cunt. I gasped. “Shhh, no one can see.” He turned, bringing me to straddle him. My bottoms were off to the side, and I could feel his cock straining at his trunks. I slid them down, revealing his good-sized cock. He pulled me into position and I let him enter me, the pool making me nearly weightless. He took off my top and rubbed my tits as I bobbed up and down on his pole, all the fantasies of the afternoon rushing through my head. I was so turned on that it took almost no time for me to cum. As my pussy clamped down on his cock, he squeezed my ass, guiding me up and down as he thrust in deeper and deeper, finally pulling me off in time to shoot his load into the pool. “Wow,” I said, panting. “I can’t believe I just… I barely know you…” He gave me a deep kiss, holding me tight. “You’re going to get to know me very well,” he whispered. Swimsuit Optional Ch. 02 Part one is available under the Erotic Couplings heading. I stripped off my yellow bikini and stepped under the warm spray of my shower. The afternoon at the pool had been interesting, to say the least. As the tanning oil, chlorine, and sweat slipped away under my soapy sponge, I wondered if I’d see Rick again soon. He’d said we were going to get to know one another better. I was anxious to continue the process. I closed my eyes and imagined his hands on my body. Instead of my own soapy hands caressing my newly tanned breasts, they were his. It wasn’t the shower massager on my clit, it was his mouth… I was startled out of the fantasy by a knock at the door. “Just a minute,” I called, wrapping a towel around myself hastily. “Coming,” well, I’d been close to doing so in the shower, if I hadn’t been so rudely interrupted! I checked the peephole, and lo and behold, there was Rick. I opened the door. “Hi, Ashley. Did I interrupt you?” “Just getting cleaned up.” “You look good in a towel. It’s your color.” He smiled. “Thanks.” “Anyway, I was going to invite you up to my place tonight. I’m having a little get together and I’d like you to come.” “What time?” I asked, the prospect of spending an evening with him was a great one. “Around nine. Nothing too fancy, just a few friends, some drinks, some music.” “I’ll be there.” “Great. See you then.” He winked. “Wear the towel.” “I think I can find something a little more flattering in my closet.” His finger traced the top of the towel, along my cleavage. An inch lower and… “I can’t imagine anything sexier than this.” I took his hand and nipped the tip of the offending finger. “Except that!” “See you in a few hours,” I said. “Can’t wait.” I opted for a sheer halter style sundress. The thin straps didn’t allow for a bra, but a little jiggle never seemed like a bad thing. I put on a sexy red thong underneath. Lace against my skin always made me feel confident. I left my long blonde hair down and finished the look with a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals. I grabbed a bottle of wine and headed up the stairs at quarter of ten. Fashionably late, of course. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a tall brunette in a short black skirt and white oxford shift. “Come on in,” she said. “I’m Cecily. You are?” “Ashley. I live downstairs.” “Nice to meet you. Rick said you were coming. He’s out on the porch with my husband, Grant. They work together.” She put her arm around me. “Here, I’ll show you the way.” Cecily led me through a spartan living room, all muted earth tones and leather furniture. Very masculine. A few other partygoers were mingling in small groups. “Here we are,” she said, opening the door to the balcony. Rick was chatting with a blonde man. When he saw me, a smile broke out over his face as his eyes dipped over my body. “Ashley’s here,” Cecily said. “So I see. You look great. Though I did like the towel, this works, too.” He put his arm around me. “I see you’ve met Cecily. This is her husband, Grant.” We shook hands. “Let me take that wine from you. Thanks, by the way. I have some open in the kitchen. Would you like me to get you a glass?” “I’d love some,” I said. Rick disappeared into the apartment. “Rick’s a great guy,” Cecily said as soon as he was out of earshot. “We’ve know each other for years. Grant and Rick roomed together in college, and then they both got jobs at Eventwire.” “What do you do, Ashley?” Grant asked. “I’m an administrative assistant as Barney, Banks and Field.” “The lawyers?” “Yes. I start Monday.” Rick returned with a glass of white wine and handed it to me. His hand found it’s way to my bare back and caressed my skin. Soon, it found it’s way under the waist and was massaging my ass. His hand traced the material of my thong in the back. All the while, I was trying to concentrate on the conversation, but all I could think about was what those hands could do to my flesh. Grant was telling stories about their college days. He and Rick had always been the ones to organize the parties, so it was an obvious move to take jobs at Eventwire, which was a large company that staged parties at clubs and restaurants in the area. Cecily had met them at one such party, where she was a shot girl. I nodded and tried to contribute, drinking a few glasses of wine as I did so. I realized too late that I hadn’t eaten anything that afternoon or evening, so I was soon very tipsy. The other guests at the party slowly left. By one a.m., it was just the four of us. We’d moved indoors, to the living room. Grant was playing DJ. “Oh, I love this song!” Cecily said as he put on “Lady Marmalade.” She began to dance. “Come on, Ashley! Dance with me!” I got up and joined her. Rick and Grant watched from the couch as we began to dance. “On the table!” Grant cried. So, up we went, onto the coffee table. Cecily put her arms around me and we giggled as we began to seductively grind to the tune. “You have amazing tits,” She whispered. “Are they real?” “Yep. A gift from my mom,” I said. “Yours are quite impressive, too.” “Fake. Want to feel?” She unbuttoned her shirt as the guys hooted. “Take it off, baby!” Grant cried. She took my hand and placed it on her huge breast. She looked me straight in the eye, the whole time. I could see the question in her eyes. So I rubbed her nipple with my thumb, maintaining the eye contact. “Amazing,” I said, slipping the shirt all the way off. She turned me toward the men, rubbing her tits against the bare skin on my back. Her hands found the tie at my neck and undid my top. I winked at Rick as her hands came around me to caress my bare breasts from behind. Her tongue slid down the side of my neck. I let the dress fall to my ankles and kicked it to Rick. Cecily and I turned, our lips finding one another’s and began a slow, sensuous kiss as I unzipped her skirt. She was wearing black silk panties. My knee found itself between her legs, and hers between mine. I could feel just how wet that silk was. My red lace was getting there, as well. Our hands sought out one another, caressing, petting, panting, sliding, nipples against hard nipples, wet cunts to delicate knees, tongues to lips, tits, necks… I glanced sideways at our audience. Rick had a huge hard on visible through his pants. Grant had already freed his cock and was stroking it as I stroked his wife. “Time to involve the men?” I breathed into her ear. She nodded, a huge smile on her face. We got down from the table and slinked to the couch side by side. I unzipped Rick’s pants and took his rock hard cock into my hand. A straddled him on the couch and savored the feeling of his huge member pushing insistently at the lace of my panties. “Can you feel how wet I am?” I asked, teasing him. “God, yeah. Lets get those panties off…” “Not yet.” I unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed my tits into his chest, slithering on his pole until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Now,” I said, standing up. I slowly inched the panties down, the anticipation building all the more. “Christ,” Rick said, grabbing me and settling me into his lap. His cock felt divine sliding into my dripping wet cunt. I was so hot that I came instantly, my pussy clamping hard onto his pole. But he kept thrusting, guiding my hips up and down as he devoured my neck and tits in hot kisses. I stole a glance and saw the Cecily had Grants cock in her mouth and was bobbing for all she was worth, really deep-throating him. Her eyes caught mine and she winked as he shot his load. I was riding Rick like a bronco on the couch, taking his dick deep inside, then letting it nearly slip out before slamming it home again. Cecily watched with interest, then climbed up to sit on the back of the couch next to Rick’s head. She spread he legs and her pink twat glistened before me. I leaned forward, still riding Rick, and let my tongue slip over her swollen clit. Her hand came behind my head to guide me as I licked and sucked at her musky pussy while Rick pounded into me. Finally, As Cecily moaned and thrashed, Rick thrust into me deeply, emptying himself and triggering a mind-shattering orgasm on my part as well. We collapsed into a heap on the couch, all sweaty and exhausted. “You’ll have to invite your new friend here along to our next event,” Grant said to Rick. “It’s so rare Cecily finds another girl she can get along with.” “Of course I will,” he said, caressing my cheek. “It’s rare that I find a girl we can all get along with.”