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Angelina Ch. 01

By: violettak



When Casey met his older cousin, Angelina, he was instantly attracted to her. Floored by her beauty, he could barely speak around her. She was 27 years old, 6' tall, had eyes so deeply blue they appeared violet in color, long black hair past her ass, and the most beautiful curves. Her large breasts complimented those curves.

Angelina was living in Los Angeles at the time they met. Casey had just turned 18 and as a graduation present his mother bought him a plane ticket to LA to stay with her for the summer. They were both musicians, so she figured they would have a good time together.

On his first night there Angelina tried to convince him to go to bed early.

"Casey, you're exhausted, you need to sleep. You look so tired."

"Thanks, but I'm too excited to sleep. I just want to sit in front of this window forever and watch the world take place."

"Okay. You know what would be more fun, though? Why don't we go chill out in the hot tub? It's extremely relaxing."

They both changed into their bathing suits and met back at the living room. Casey was wearing an old black pair of shorts and Angelina was radiant in a barely-there red bikini that revealed every single curve of her body. By looking at her bikini bottom he could tell that her pussy was completely smooth. The thought of being able to touch it, kiss it, lick it.. it drove him completely crazy. He wanted to tell her how gorgeous she was, but he didn't want her to think he was a pervert.

Angelina grabbed his hand and led him out on the balcony where the hot tub was. She slowly stepped in and situated herself, expecting him to do the same, but he hesitated.

"Casey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing. I'm just cold, I guess."

"Well, get in, silly! This water is fucking amazing."

As Casey was stepping into the hot tub he felt his life flash before his eyes. He wanted her so bad he could barely think straight. When he was comfortable, Angelina moved closer to him, with her naked leg touching his naked leg. Just as soon as their skin touched, Casey's dick got painfully hard. He reached down to touch it, but realized she was there next to him and stopped.

Angelina put her hand on his thigh, squeezed, and laid her soft face on his shoulder. Casey could feel her lips touching his neck, her breath caressing his skin, and her eyelashes stroking him when she blinked.

"I have to tell you.. I am wildly attracted to you right now.. and I don't think this is helping my circulation," he said.

"I can see from here just how wild."

"And that doesn't bother you?"

Angelina lifts her head away from his body and lifts up. She puts her hands on her breasts to caress them, moves them between her breasts, and releases them from her bikini top. The top falls into the hot tub and floats a few feet away. Casey moves his face forward, grabs her face, and kisses her. She grabs his free hand and puts it on her right breast. He squeezes it and pinches her nipple while she moans in his mouth.

She pulls away from him and hops up onto the edge of the hot tub, staring at him, hoping he will take the initiative. She puts her hand slowly down her bikini to caress her wet pussy. Casey moves closer to her as she sticks her finger further into her pussy. Before his lips can touch her body, she pulls her soaked finger out, traces it on his lips, and slowly licks his lips clean.

He moves his head down her body, kissing her skin on his way. When he reaches her bikini, he unties each side with his teeth and throws that piece in the hot tub as well. As he moves further down still, he kisses her stomach, traveling down to her smooth pussy lips. He starts by lightly kissing on the outside, all around, then penetrates her lips with his tongue.. slowly. 

Moving in closer, he surrounds her clit with his lips and sucks gently. With his lips around and his tongue circling her clit, he slides a finger inside, fucking her faster and faster. He moves up and replaces his finger with his dick, keeping up with the pace of her heartbeat felt through their chests. 

They fuck so fast and hard that she is left with bruises and abrasions on her skin from the concrete that aren't found until the next morning.

"Damn, baby, I can't tell if I had a good time or if you kicked my ass. Maybe it was both," she said.

Angelina Ch. 01



My own Monica Bellucci, that was Angelina. 

Insanely passionate, with a genius-level IQ; hot-tempered and highly competitive yet also as sweet as could be, she was F. Lee Bailey reincarnated as a dazzling Italian mistress.

She could get away with it. Always a moment-by-moment adventure, she was to emotional stability what Katrina was to New Orleans.

My Monica Bellucci.

Angelina had the same raven hair, which she might wear silky straight and runway model sexy, or maybe she'd leave it loose, wild, and bedroom brazen. She could achieve anything she wanted with that glorious mane.

She had the same hourglass figure, her tiny waist framed by flared, arrogant hips and a delta-shaped torso crowned with just the most incredible breasts.

Christ, those breasts. Fuck. They were stick-a-fork-in-your-forehead perfect. Depending on her mood they could be thirty-six C's or even fuller D's; perfectly pouting, heavy and firm, with lightly tanned and absolutely blemish-free olive skin. Her areolas were inspired works of art, each a perfect symmetry of well-defined two-inch moons; sometimes coral pink, sometimes a deeper brown-tinted rouge...chocolate-covered cherries. Her nipples were riotous, and so much fun. She always said they had a mind of their own, but the truth is they were just very obedient to their proud owner. There was seemingly no filter between her thoughts and her nipples.

She was in love with her breasts. She loved the notion of onlookers dying over them, and she took the utmost delight in making sure her bare, erect nipples served as her seemingly innocent calling card.

Her lush, heart-shaped ass, with its temptingly deep divide; her dancer's long, lithe legs; her miracle of a pussy - everything flowed together into sexual perfection. From her unadorned slit of a navel all the way to the ever-present golden chain she wore on her slender right ankle, she was spellbinding…a veritable fuck-goddess come to life.

No matter what she did, regardless of what she wore, once a person could somehow manage to move past her breasts to continue the visual journey down her body, she was pure siren's song cunt. Fragrant browns and pinks, she was delectably smooth from the peak of her taut, tanned ass to her mischievous little pucker, all the way through her succulent flower with its festive, provocatively hooded clit. She kept only a small, neatly trimmed rectangle of pubic hair, well above her perfect slit.

Shaving it off completely just wouldn't do, as that would mitigate the dramatic effect. Traffic lights don't work once they're removed, and by the same principle she knew her pussy couldn't capture the attention of admiring eyes nearly as well without that forbidden visual contrast showing through her sheer panties or flitting in and out of view beneath her tiny skirts.

There was also her moist Cupid's-bow mouth with its enticingly rich, full lips and shining white teeth. Her smile was disarming...unnerving. A ballerina's arched neck, mysterious in its message, inviting to the eye, and to the touch; the significance of the elegant black silk choker she always wore, a mystery to ponder.

Her voice was smooth and musical, a woman's warm, thick Les Paul blues compared to so many girls' cacophonous metal screeching.

It was always her eyes, though. Her eyes truly set her apart. 

Smoky brown windows on her soul, they could burn with fiery intensity and desire, or melt with profound longing and sadness. They were brilliant in their eloquence, without a spoken word. Jesus, the pain in those eyes, and the revelations of joy were heartbreaking. More than anything, it was the sheer power of her eyes. She could do anything, be anything, and all one could do was worship there. The majesty in her gaze was absolute.

When something important needed to be expressed, she spoke with her eyes. There was no running away there, no lame obfuscations, and she trusted me enough to not even bother trying. She allowed her truths to come through her eyes. 

It's not as if she really had much of a choice.

See, we literally grew up together, having met at the age of eleven. Though we sampled other people, we were each other's constant companion. We were the other's first goofy experiments partner. We were co-conspirators. We were archenemies. We saw everything, all through the awkward teen years. We did unconscionably stupid things to each other. We knew each other's history and each other's weaknesses; we knew the hot buttons and insecurities. We hurt each other, often fighting like crazy, going totally apeshit, yet we also always stood up for each other.

We were each other's first love, and we fucking earned it. By the time we were into our twenties and finally married, she simply couldn't hide from me…not if I could see her eyes.

~ ~ ~

Starting in high school I had a best friend, Steve. Together with Angelina we always hung out, doing most everything as a threesome. Steve had a pulse, so he was crazy in love with Angelina too.

The problem there was the girl he wanted was already taken by his best friend. Though Steve was a good-looking guy - he easily could have passed for Angelina's tall, blue-eyed brother - he was also very shy.

Funny thing, that. Though I was far more athletic and assertive, Steve was actually better-looking. Fortunately for me, Angelina was already my girlfriend by the time I first met him during our freshman year of high school. Because of her, he never really even tried to get together with any other girls. During our senior year he finally managed to land himself a girlfriend, but the fact remained that she just wasn't Angelina.

The interesting twist there was that I knew about Steve's love and lust for Angelina, while she was always in the dark about it. They had great chemistry together, and she loved his company, but he was so shy around her that she was unaware of how deeply he wanted her. For the longest time she was also unaware that I knew how badly Steve wanted her.

Steve simply wasn't the type of guy to come right out and say to me, "Dude, seriously, I'd kill to fuck her!"

No, it was more a case of serious talks late into the night over games of pool or chess or whatever, when he'd let me know in various small ways that he thought she was really pretty, and wished he could find someone like her. Though it was like pulling teeth, he grudgingly admitted that he loved seeing her in her skimpy tops.

Once that cat was finally out of the bag, he became a little more comfortable with letting me know whenever he thought she looked particularly hot in something. It became a bit of a game to us, the anticipation of waiting to see what she would wear next.

Though our group friendship initially blinded Angelina to what was happening right in front of her, she eventually did gather that Steve really enjoyed seeing her in her sexy outfits.

That was about as far as it went with her, however, in terms of understanding his sexual feelings for her. Such a realization had little impact on Angelina because she had long since become accustomed to men of all ages lusting after her.

She didn't realize that it was different with Steve. He got to hang around her most every day, morning, noon and night, affording him endless opportunities to grow ever more obsessed with her. She was his fantasy woman, yet she just thought of him as a cute friend, and my best friend. She loved his attention, and would have done anything in the world for him; still, she had no idea as to the effect she was having on him.

Eventually I had to tell her. We both had to tell her. 

Having spent another night out together before returning to the house, we were all watching an old Elvis flick in the living room. Steve said he was fine with crashing on the couch, and we were getting ready to call it an evening. After joking that our couch was probably his favorite spot in the whole world to watch a movie, he gave Angelina a nervous grin and gamely tried to tell her how he felt about her. As it turned out, he was barely able to bring himself to admit to her that he loved the way she dressed. His 'earth-shattering' admission included a final sheepish bit about how he wouldn't mind if she wanted to tuck him into bed a little later. Oh, and if she did decide to come back and tuck him in, could she maybe wear her pink robe, too?

Beaming gorgeously, she gave him a playful punch in the chest, then a long, warm hug. She was wearing low-riding, unbuttoned 501's and a wickedly sexy top. When she leaned over to hug him, her outrageously skimpy, thoroughly threadbare cropped top gaped wide open. I saw the entire bottom third of her bare breasts swaying beneath the shortened hem, and her very erect nipple briefly peeked out through the enormous arm hole on my side.

He easily saw down the front of her top, past her belly button, though I don't think he actually saw her nipples since they were vividly extending into the thin material. He may not have gotten a clear look at her mouthwatering tips, but he sure got a great shot of the rest of her bare breasts, which he acknowledged with a furtive glance my way.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, firmly pressing her breasts against his chest as she leaned in to kiss him goodnight on the cheek. With his fingertips hesitantly touching the bare skin of her lower back directly above a good three inches of her exposed ass, he grinned, "God, you smell so incredible."

Regarding him for a moment, she leaned back in to kiss him again. It was more of a nuzzling caress on the lips, and it lasted quite a bit longer. "Thank you...and maybe I will come tuck you in tonight," she finally said, breathing it into his mouth.

When she finished her kiss and headed off to our bedroom, he shot me a look of abject panic combined with wild exhilaration. Following her out of the living room, I gave him a quick raising of my eyebrows, as if to say, "No sweat, man. Good for you."

Once she and I were together in the bedroom, I wasn't about to tell her that Steve really wanted her. He was still too shy about it, and I knew he didn't want me to say anything. For my part, I thought it would be too much to lay on her, as well as being too much to have hanging over them.

So, instead, I simply let her know that a big part of why Steve wasn't pursuing other women had to do with the fact that he was happy just being with us, and he didn't want women who weren't "like her," as he put it; admittedly, an indirect way of saying he wanted her. I explained, "Sure, he likes hanging out with me, too, but let's face it, with the way you look and the way you dress, and especially with the affection you always show him, treating him like a king, even cooking his favorite foods, c'mon, what guy in his right mind wouldn't enjoy that?"

"Do you think I should change the way I behave with the two of you?" she asked quietly.

"Absolutely not. I wouldn't have it any other way. He sure as hell wouldn't want it any other way either, and it'd be a crime against humanity if you stopped wearing what you wear. Besides, you'd hate it too."

"You're right, I would. So what should I do?"

"Just keep doing what you always do. Be yourself. Nobody wants you to change, and he definitely doesn't consider this to be a problem. Quite the opposite; he loves it. I'm only telling you this because I think you deserve to know that he thinks you're totally gorgeous, and he's finally feeling comfortable enough or confident enough or whatever to let you know."

She was beaming again, and I returned her grin. "Angie, I love what you do. You know I have no problem with it. If anything, I wish you would do it more. If it was up to me, you'd do it everywhere, all the time."

"I never would've guessed," she smirked prettily.

"Seriously, we both love how you are, and you like the way we all are together, so there's no problem. Baby, do whatever you want with him, and do it as much as you want. He's certainly not going to complain. The only way he'll ever complain is if you suddenly take away his eye candy."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt him, and I don't want to be the reason he doesn't see other women."

I just returned her smirk, wordlessly saying, "Yeah, right. You're totally eating this up. You love finding this out about him, and we both know it."

Her sly smile betrayed her guilty pleasure, and her eyes sparkled. She took a peek down at her barely covered breasts; her nipples lit up, making her eyes glow even more brightly.

Nothing was actually spoken. Just from my look, she knew that I knew. Just from her look, she admitted that I was right, and she was beginning to ponder the possibilities. Seeing the slow burning in her eyes, I knew one other thing: She was intrigued by his attraction to her, and also by my desire for her to continue indulging herself with us.

"Look, I love him, and he's our friend. I'm not just going to out-and-out tease him, you know. I'm not that cruel," she finally said, smiling ironically.

"I'm not saying you need to be the world's biggest cock-tease to him. You can save that for everyone else," I grinned.

She gave me a fake guffaw, and I kept grinning. "I'm just saying, he won't mind if you continue being yourself. You don't need to change a thing. In fact, if you're really worried that you're being cruel by merely teasing him, and you want to do more, baby, go ahead and do more. Enjoy it. You know we all love what you do."

With a thoughtful expression, she took my hand. Her eyes were shining, and she smiled softly. "You know how hard it is for him to say anything flirty or provocative, so you know how difficult it must have been for him to say what he said to me tonight. Baby, don't you see? This changes things, at least a little. I love it, and I love us, the three of us, even more now. I can't help it."

"Don't try to help it. There's no reason to feel guilty about it. After that kiss you just gave him, he's fucking thrilled to death. You absolutely made his year. I promise you, there is no way he's unhappy right now. Do you have any idea how amazing you looked when you were leaning over to hug him?"

"I wanted to hug him. What he said was so sweet, and it felt really special to hear it from him. He simply wants to see me; to have me near him. He just wants…me. Baby, I love that."

"So did he!" I said, laughing. "He just about came in his pants when you kissed him on the lips!"

"He did not! He didn't move a muscle, or say a single word. He just sweetly accepted it, letting me kiss him goodnight."

"Yeah, and he also asked you to come back to tuck him in. He even asked you to wear your pink robe, remember?"

"Yes, I know. I was a bit shocked, but it felt wonderful to hear him say it."

Smiling, I just stared at her. 

She looked at me questioningly, until her dawning eyes smiled in answer. Without saying another word she peeled off her top, freeing her enchanting breasts. Her nipples were so hard that even the tiny bumps on her areolas were showing prominently. She leaned back on the bed and finished unbuttoning her skintight faded jeans, which she'd already left half unbuttoned and hanging low all night, then she wriggled out of them.

She wasn't wearing any panties, but then Steve and I had spent the entire evening well aware of that fact.

Smiling sweetly, she walked completely nude right past our open bedroom door and into the bathroom. Grabbing her silk shortie robe, she only loosely slipped it on, leaving the two sides open to expose the inner halves of her breasts and her sleek stomach, all the way down to her barely covered pussy. Carelessly tying the matching silk belt, she left it slack on her hips.

That pink wrap was so thin and see-through that in direct sunlight or when backlit by firelight her nude body was on breathtaking display. Even in the dim light of the evening one could still easily make out her sinfully erotic silhouette. The shadows and textures of her smooth, flawless curves were tantalizingly apparent, particularly the deep split of her inviting bottom. The sensual jiggling of that delicious ass was mesmerizing, and her full, supple breasts were simply incredible.

God, she was stunning.

"He did ask me to come back and tuck him in," she said, flashing a gorgeous smile.

I couldn't help but grin. "Baby, while you're out there, you should get the fireplace going for him. It's kind of cold in the living room, don't you think?"

She paused, staring. "Start a fire? In this robe?" she silently asked me, and I watched her eyes dance. 

Again smiling her answer, she turned and headed back towards the living room. Before she made it out of the bedroom, however, she stopped and bent at the waist, ostensibly to give our sleeping golden lab an affectionate scratch between the ears.

There before me in the clear moonlight was Angelina's totally bare ass framing her beautiful puckered star and glistening pussy, her moist, slightly parted pink inner lips extending just beyond her swollen outer labia.

Standing again, she left the bedroom. At the end of the hallway she paused; looking back over her shoulder, she offered me a sexy smile and a gorgeous little pose, bending at the waist with her knees together, her hands on her thighs. She was showing me her amazing curves, including her long, bare legs, her mind-boggling ass and her perfect breasts, all of which she knew were painfully visible in her semi-sheer robe.

Coyly biting her lip, she slowly loosened her wispy covering even more, allowing it to part all the way to the slack tie at her waist. When it was loosened to the point of nearly falling open, she peered down at her exposed breasts. Looking back up, she gave me a mischievous smile and a cute little wave before quietly slipping off to the living room.

~to be continued~ 

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Angelina Ch. 02



'She came back! Yes! And she wore the pink nightie!' thought Steve, silently exulting.

Had he really thought about it, he wouldn't have been the least bit surprised. Delighted, sure, and aroused, definitely, but not surprised, since Angelina often snuggled with him during movies, and she usually wore very little around the house anyway. This was particularly true during their evenings together, when she'd "change into something more comfortable" after coming home from work, or in the mornings, when she would make breakfast for them and hang around the house wearing the same types of skimpy things she'd worn to relax in the night before.

She usually wore as little as she could get away with, or so it seemed to him. She didn't walk around nude, though. It wasn't like that. 'She isn't just some hippie nudist chick,' he thought.

No, as far as he was concerned, she was much more amazing than that. She always wore something - something incredibly sexy. 

Sometimes she would do what she called "dress-up sexy" for when they would all go out together, and she'd go out of her way to wear something for them that was intentionally sexy. It might be a short flippy skirt and heels, with a see-through stretch-lace top. Always braless, of course. Or it could be a t-shirt dress that had a wonderful habit of slipping off her shoulder, threatening to reveal her entire breast.

Other times it was "casual sexy" for when they were just hanging around the house. It might be a torn and frayed wife beater t-shirt, with some tiny panties. It could be a silky robe, or an old Pittsburgh Steelers mesh jersey, or a baby doll set of lingerie.

One way or the other, she was always dressed to kill. She exuded sex; she simply couldn't help it. The fact that she was so comfortable and carefree about displaying herself only made her that much sexier, even more so because she was never a drama queen about it. She was just...Angelina.

'She really is a gift to us,' he decided, watching her come back into the living room.

When he stayed overnight she often "tucked him in," as they liked to call it, yet that night was the first time he'd ever come right out and verbally requested it. That night was also the first time he had ever requested she wear a particular outfit. Even though he knew she loved to "dress up for her guys," he'd never had the nerve to ask for anything specific.

He could scarcely believe he had actually done it. 

After Angelina and Dan had gone to their bedroom, Steve thought about what he had said to her. 'What an asshole, asking my best friend's wife to go put on an amazingly short see-through nightie to tuck me in. How lame is that? I'm twenty-three years old! Tuck me in? Jesus! They must think I'm an idiot!

'Still, that was pretty ballsy,' he grinned to himself.

Not that he really had any doubt she'd do it. She was so incredibly sweet and affectionate to him that he doubted she would ever say no to him about anything. 

He knew he would never say no to her, no matter what. She was his fantasy woman. He was in love with her, as much as could have been possible considering their weird and somewhat limiting three-way relationship. He would do anything for her, without question. He was simply uncertain as to the etiquette issues. Never having been in such a situation before, from either side, he really didn't know what the rules were.

What would be...normal? 

His one girlfriend had been way too shy and reserved to put him in the position he imagined his friend was in with Angelina. He had certainly never encountered any other couples that were so easygoing and even downright encouraging about such things.

Of course not. 

'He's my best friend! They're both my best friends! How else would I have ever gotten involved in something like this?' he laughed to himself.

The three of them had developed such a close bond over the course of many years. In his experience, theirs was a unique situation. Nothing he had ever done could have possibly prepared him for such a complicated relationship. He decided he would just have to trust to their equal lack of experience, relying on their friendship to guide them through, whatever may come. 

'Cum is more like it, knowing Angie,' he thought, intently studying her every movement as she came to him.

~ ~ ~ 

"Hi," she said softly. "What are you watching?"

Having returned to the living room, Angelina found Steve sitting up against the armrest of the couch, watching TV.

"Nothing special. Just some old movie," he deadpanned, wondering what was in store for him.

"Let me get you a blanket and a good pillow," she smiled.

"I'm okay for now. I'm not ready yet to go to sleep. I'm just going to stay up and watch TV for a while."

"Okay, but just let me know when you want me to tuck you in," she smirked, emphasizing the phrase. She was teasing him about his request to have her come back and watch TV with him while they lay together, usually beneath a blanket.

The three of them had an unspoken arrangement whereby she would always snuggle during movies with the one who grabbed the couch, leaving the other person the large recliner chair.

When Steve stayed over, she would give him a big blanket and pillow so he could fall asleep watching TV on the couch. As part of her 'tucking him in' ritual, she would often slip beneath his blanket to snuggle with him for a bit before heading off to bed. 

"Mind if I join you?" she grinned. 

"No problem. Here..." he said, scooting up on the couch to give her room.

"You don't need to move. I know where I want to be, and you're fine right where you are," she grinned again. Moving into a position that would still allow her to see the TV while lying on her side, she turned her shoulders as she slid between his legs.

When her loose robe slipped away from her body on her way down, he caught a quick glimpse of her entire left breast. 'Jesus,' he thought, watching her climb on top of him.

Once she was settled in, she positioned herself with her head turned sideways on his lower chest, which meant that her breasts were pressed against the crotch of his jeans, his legs spread around her.

"Mmmmmm," she smiled, snuggling tightly, one arm tucked beneath her, the other extended up along his side. The arm that she had tucked was between his legs, her hand resting right on his crotch.

He draped his hands along her back, which felt amazing to him through her barely-there silk robe. She may as well have been nude when he caressed down her sides, up her spine and onto the sensitive skin of her neck beneath her thick, shining hair. 

'This almost feels better than nude,' he thought, noticing that the ultra-thin silk actually enhanced the feel of her warm flesh.

Still, between the quick peek at her breast, the silky feel of her back, the sensation of her heavy mounds pressing against his balls, and her hand resting so perilously close to his cock, he didn't know what to do. He was as hard as a rock, his massive erection jutting straight towards his belly button. If she moved her fingertips forward just an inch or two, she would be touching his obvious hard-on.

He skootched down a little, trying to get her hand onto his stomach, away from his bulging erection.

"Ouch," she said, holding her breast. "Your jeans are so rough. You're not going to sleep in them, are you?" When he started to say something, she cut him short. "Let's just take them off," she smiled, moving her hands to the buttoned fly of his Levi's. "Ooh, that's right, you don't wear underwear..." she added teasingly, popping it open.

"Ummm, I'll go put on some sweats. They're a lot softer than these jeans," he stammered, as she undid the next button.

"Spoilsport," she said, giving him a cute pout. "Okay then, while you're off changing, I'll get a fire going. It's a little cold in here."

She let him up, and he went to go change. He thought about masturbating, figuring that by doing so he might stand a chance of not having a raging hard-on for her to discover the moment he came back into the living room. He seriously debated it before deciding he didn't want to return to her looking flushed and smelling of cum. No, he would just play it casual while trying not to stress too much.

When he returned to the living room, he nearly choked on his tongue, and his cock instantly tented his sweatpants.

Angelina was on her knees, stacking kindling in the fireplace. Her incredible ass was directly facing him, her silk wrap stretched so tightly across her curvy hips and bottom that the shadow of her deep split was clearly visible. The wrap was also so short that it hung only loosely over her pussy, just barely covering her moist lips.

As she sat leaning into the fireplace, he was mentally urging her flirty hemline to climb just that extra inch higher.

"God..." he groaned, watching as her thighs parted.

At the sound of his groan, she looked over her shoulder. Grinning to herself, she saw him trying to cover his obvious erection with his hands. "Well hello there, sexy," she purred, flashing a seductive smile. Swaying her ass back and forth for him, she was using the fireplace poker to shift a small log into position. "Sweetie, can you please grab me another book of matches from the kitchen? I'm all out down here," she continued, basking in the heat of his lustful stare.

When he returned from the kitchen, she was still leaning into the fireplace. While working at shaping a perfect little wood teepee atop her pile of kindling, she was offering him an incredible view of her ass, and it was driving him insane. Dragging out each step across the living room, reluctant to let such a stunning vision come to an end, he slowly went to her. Handing her the matches, he knelt beside her as she prepared to indulge her pyro-lust.

Angelina truly loved a good fire. Whether it was a roaring campfire or a warm, cozy blaze glowing in our living room, she could sit for hours on end happily tending to it; constantly stoking it, absentmindedly poking and shaping it.

Striking a match, she leaned into the fireplace to light her kindling. Steve tried - and failed - not to be too obvious about watching her breasts bounce and sway as they attempted to escape her little wrap. When she sat up, he noticed that her loosely tied robe had fallen almost all the way open, exposing her gorgeous tapered tummy. She was poking at the growing fire, and with her every movement he could see the full globes of her firm breasts. Even her belly button was driving him to distraction with the way it kept temptingly slipping in and out of view behind her slack belt.

Just when he was certain that he was about to see her neatly trimmed strip of pussy hair, she lifted the leg closest to him and knelt on one knee; her raised thigh denied him a view of his Holy Grail.

'No! Move your leg!' he screamed in his head.

The way she was sitting afforded him other advantages, though, which he quickly discovered.

She was sitting up on one knee, her posture erect. That position forced her breasts to jut out spectacularly, and he became aware of her fully aroused nipples pressing against the thin silk. The smooth olive skin of her breasts was even more visible, and as the flickering firelight began to fill the room with dancing shadows he could also see her delectable areolas through the sheer material. Even the bumps on her perfect circles were showing clear through.

What he liked best was that he could see her entire breast through the widened gap. She was still covered, barely, and that slight covering made her the most beautiful vision he'd ever imagined.

Her smoky eyes reflected the dancing firelight, and her luscious red lips parted as she watched the growing flames. Looking up, she followed his gaze, which was fixed on her bare breasts. Peering down her body, she fingered the lower hem of her robe; flipping it teasingly, she stared into his hungry eyes. "This really doesn't cover me, does it? It always wants to come open," she said, smiling sexily.

She came to her feet, halfheartedly cinching her belt. Turning her back to the fire, she stood gently swaying before the soothing flames with her hands clasped above her ass.

Returning to his spot on the couch, ostensibly to watch his movie, Steve noticed that Angelina kept her eyes closed while luxuriating in front of the fire. She was moving her ass back and forth, soaking up the fire's comforting warmth. He was spellbound, watching the light play in the open spaces within her silk wrap. In silhouette, he saw the elegant crescents of her ass peeking through the gap at the top of her thighs; the outer curves of her heavy breasts shone beautifully between her upper torso and outstretched arms. He thought he could also make out the enticing split of her bare pussy, though he wasn't entirely sure that it hadn't merely been the firelight playing tricks on him.

"Enjoying the show?" she asked, a soft, beguiling smile playing on her ruby lips.

"I...it's...uhh..." he sputtered.

"Your TV show," she said, turning to face the fire. "Is it good?"

"Oh! Yeah, I love this part."

His eyes were riveted to the backs of her bare legs. She was still moving her hips back and forth, and he remained spellbound as he watched her deep divide dance so sensually. The glow from the fire provided a perfect silhouette of her amazing ass, while the wide gap at the top of her thighs presented him with a dream-come-true view of her mouthwatering pussy. He could see her naked slit; no way was it the firelight playing tricks on him. Her delicate, sexy labia were opening and closing, moving in rhythm with the rest of her bewitching body.

As he stared at her gorgeous sex, he thanked his lucky stars that Angelina had a real woman's full, pouting pussy lips.

Looking over her shoulder, she grinned when she saw him staring as if in a daze at her lush, tantalizing bottom, which she was moving in maddeningly slow figure-eights. "Okay, I'll go grab the blanket and pillow. Let's snuggle some more," she said, snapping him out of his trance. She darted across the living room to the hallway, mesmerizing him with her dancing breasts.

Returning with the bedding, she dumped it on the recliner chair before climbing down into her usual snuggling position between his spread legs. "Mmmmmm, good, sweetie, no more scratchy jeans. This feels much nicer..." she grinned, firmly pressing her breasts and hand to the crotch of his sweatpants.

Since Steve had sat up a little higher against the armrest of the couch, Angelina had landed a bit lower on his body. The result was that her hand was palming his aching balls while her face rested just below his belly button. His cloth-covered erection was pressing between her bare breasts and the soft hollow at the base of her neck, her robe having parted again on her way down to her snuggling position. Her lips were only a breath away from the head of his cock.

'I'm dead meat!' he thought, nearly in a panic. He knew she could feel his hard cock between her breasts.

She shifted again, curling a bit more sideways. The hand trapped beneath her was suddenly pressing not only against his balls but also on the first few inches of his solid shaft. "Mmmmmm-hmmm, definitely much nicer..." she grinned, giving his erection a gentle squeeze.

Her other hand had landed directly in front of her mouth, right alongside the head of his cock. With her first hand resting on the base of his shaft and her mouth poised so close to the tip, it looked to him like she was about to suck his dick.

When she was finished shifting around, she ended up with one leg curled beneath her, the other extended straight back. Her shifting had pulled her robe's already short hemline all the way above her bare hip, leaving her completely nude below the waist.

His breath caught. Looking down her back, he could see one entirely exposed leg and hip, and the smooth curves of her ass. If she turned at all, he would see everything; as it was, her bare crack was arcing into his line of sight.

Having no idea what else to do, feeling like a condemned man about to walk the most pleasurable plank, he leaned back and once again began to stroke along her ribs. While caressing her naked hip on his way over to the small of her back, his fingertips brushed across her warm, bare divide.

Jolted by his touch, she looked up at him. "Oops," she smiled, and she shifted onto her back. As she was turning, however, her robe caught beneath her before she lifted enough to release it.

She was certain that her entire right breast along with her pretty pelt of dark brown pubic hair had popped into the open, and she wondered whether he'd caught it. Lifting again, she pulled her wrap together, but only so that her nipples were marginally covered.

Her ass was still completely bare, but since she was on her back it didn't matter. At least her pussy was covered, though the gap in her robe had grown so large that the flap on one side protected only a small portion of her naked sex. Her loosely tied belt was also resting across her little strip of soft hair.

Steve was still fixated on the thought of touching her bare bottom. When she turned over onto her back, suddenly he was assaulted by too many visual targets, and he simply didn't know where to look! 'Was that her bare ass? Did her breast come out? Did I just see her pussy? Which...what? Wait...what did I see? Damn it!'

Once Angelina settled back down, Steve noticed that her head was in the crook of his crotch. Her face was again turned towards the TV, only this time it was right next to his hard cock rather than above it, the way it'd been before. Her entire body was otherwise between his legs, so her hands had landed on his thighs, near his knees.

For twenty minutes they watched the movie in silence; the entire time, Steve was focused solely on her warm breath kissing his cock. He was lightly stroking her shoulders, and she was caressing his lower thighs and knees, but it was the way she was hotly breathing on his dick that was driving him insane.

He couldn't take it any longer. He was going to blow.

He made a gesture to indicate discomfort; she lifted a bit to allow him to reposition himself. When he shifted, he also gently tugged on her arms, letting her know that he wanted her to move higher up his body.

Planting her feet on the couch, she pushed up to where she was lying directly on top of him, her back to his front. Her face was just below his ear, her body pressing against him everywhere.

"Better?" she smiled, squirming into a more comfortable position.

"Much," he said, happy that her line of sight no longer included a straight shot across the length of his full erection. "You?" 

"Give me a second..." she breathed, and she literally breathed it into his ear, touching her lips to his earlobe while lifting to make her final adjustments. She ended up still on top of him, though slightly skewed to his left side. When he went to place his arms around her waist, she arched her back and raised her arms above her head, making it easy for him. After he'd set his arms where he wanted them, she kept her arms above their heads, curling her hands together in his hair.

She noticed that when she arched her back, her excited breasts thrust into the open from beneath her robe. The belt tie of her little wrap also fell away, uncovering her pussy. Feeling her exposure, she glanced down to confirm it; rather than adjust her robe, though, which might alert him to her new development, she opted instead to distract him.

"Mmmmmm, it's not just me, you know, about what you said earlier. You smell really nice too," she purred in his ear. Reaching down, she clasped her hands over his atop her stomach. She knew that with their hands in the way he wouldn't be able to see her pussy, and by moving her arms closer together she at least kept her nipples covered beneath her open robe.




Angelina Ch. 02



She hadn't considered that moving her arms closer together would also have the effect of pressing her breasts together, making them sit straight up, round, tanned and gorgeous, her beautiful areolas peeking out in stark contrast to the smooth, taut skin of her full mounds.

He was making lazy circles on her sexy tummy; in doing so he was separating the folds of her robe to such an extent that anyone sitting at the other end of the couch would have had a clear shot of her bare pussy. She knew he could see all of her breasts except the raised points formed by her screaming nipples pressing against their thin covering, and she was okay with that. When she lifted her knees, he could also see her bare thighs, all the way to her pussy. From his angle, though, she knew their arms were blocking the uncovered view of her dark landing strip and wet lips.

For the moment, they were all safe and set; or so she thought, at least until she settled in with a final playful wriggle of her gorgeous bottom.

Instantly, they both felt it. The full length of his rock-hard erection had perfectly split her bare ass.

'Oh, fuck...this can't be happening,' he said to himself. 'She landed her ass right on it! Why didn't she shift to the left, the way she did with her upper body? There's no way she isn't feeling this!'

She was definitely feeling it. She slowly moved her ass up and down his granite shaft, confirming what she was feeling. 'Oh...god,' she thought. 'His cock is in my ass...his totally hard cock. It's right in my ass, spreading me open.'

She hadn't realized that she'd excited him quite that much. She knew she had probably made for a fairly fetching vision when she'd put herself on vivid display for him in the firelight. She also knew that he'd felt stiff when her breasts and hand were pressed around his cock. She was even fairly certain that in their last position she'd been looking at and breathing on the full length of his dick; he seemed to be tenting his sweats directly before her face, but she hadn't been completely sure. While nuzzling her mouth against it, she'd thought, 'This may not all be his cock. Some of it could just be his sweats bunching up.'

There on her back, though, as she lay on him body to body, she had no doubts. 'There's no mistaking this. That's his hard cock in my ass, and he's hard because of me. If it weren't for his sweatpants being in the way, god, he could easily fuck me right now.'

Thrilling at the thought, she smiled to herself while grinding her bare ass on his cock. "I love that you asked me to wear this robe to come tuck you in," she whispered in his ear. "You could have asked before, you know. I wish you would've asked for this a long time ago."

"I didn't know..." he started to say, hesitantly.

"Here, let's do this. Let's do what we normally do," she whispered, lifting herself. "Slide over, baby." She moved into a spoons position with him, which was their favorite way to watch movies together.

'Oh, god, Angie, thank you for moving and not saying anything! That could have been really bad,' he thought, silently rejoicing.

For her part, Angelina quietly congratulated herself on smoothly saving them the embarrassment of having to acknowledge their mutual excitement. Since she'd extricated them in such a stylish manner, she took his hand and happily placed it back on her stomach.

Steve noticed that his mouth was near her ear, and his crotch was again nestled in her deep divide. He was okay with it, though, since he was at least able to move back a bit and lessen the prodding his rampant cock was giving her amazing ass.

When he pulled away from her, there it was, her completely bare bottom. She was stretched out on her side, totally nude below the waist, and he could see everything.

"God, Angie," he quietly moaned, staring at her naked perfection.

She grinned, knowing what he was seeing, but she already missed the feeling of his hard cock pushing into her. "Get back here. Quit running away," she whispered, pressing her ass right back onto his steely hard-on. "Snuggle me," she whispered again, playfully moving her hips.

Being the much taller of the two, his head was a little above hers, so she guessed that he was also getting a fairly good view down the front of her loosely hanging robe. Checking her coverage, she noticed her breasts had in fact slipped into the open. They were completely uncovered, including her erect nipples. She wasn't certain he could see them since her head was possibly in the way, but he was sure going to catch them at their excited best if he did manage to see them. Standing out a full three-quarters of an inch, she thought they looked really sexy. She truly did love her breasts, and she was becoming turned on by the thought of letting him see them, naked and beautiful in the flickering firelight.

'Besides,' she grinned to herself, 'we just managed to avert a major disaster, and he's been such a perfect gentleman. I don't mind if my breasts are exposed. If he sees, he sees.'

He hadn't, not yet. He was too preoccupied with thoughts of how his throbbing hard cock was again pushing into her bare ass. He thought he'd managed the situation respectably enough by pulling away from her, but when she took his arm and placed it around her hip while pressing her incredible ass right back onto his dick, he'd lost his comfort zone.

'Okay, she's cool with it. We've sorta done this before, right? Just go with it,' he thought. Relaxing his body, he felt her hand caressing his forearm as his fingertips made circles on her bare stomach. 'Her bare stomach! Her robe must be open! Sweet! She's letting me touch her bare tummy, right below her...bare breasts?'

Wanting to see, he looked past her head, down her body.

Angels sang. 

There they were, the object of so many of his fantasies, her bare breasts! They were out in the open, the firelight flickering off her raised areolas...and her amazingly erect nipples!

'I knew it! Her breasts are absolutely perfect! I knew they would be! God, she has the most perfect tits ever!'

When he again started stroking subtle circles on her stomach, she responded with small circles of her own, sexily moving her ass up and down his cock. "Mmmmmm, here we are again," she purred. "You feel so good, baby. Doesn't this feel nice?"

"Sure does," he said, leaning down to nuzzle her forehead with his nose and lips. "You know how much I love it when you tuck me in," he quipped. 

She gave him a warm smile. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't love it too, you know. You're so sweet to me, plus you're such a great snuggler. I love your touch on my skin...mmmm, I love how you feel, pressing against me like this. I just wish you'd take off your pants, baby, then you could properly snuggle me."

With her stomach writhing against his hand, she moved her smooth, naked bottom in sensual undulations on his enormous erection.

Sensing that it was an extraordinary night, he took a huge leap of faith. He slowly slid his hand up her stomach, inch by mind-numbing inch, until he was cupping her bare breast. "What are you thinking right now?" he whispered, giving her gorgeous treasure a gentle squeeze.

Gasping at his touch, she pressed her breast to his hand, delighting in the feel of his palm brushing her erect nipple. While letting him explore, she leaned up to kiss him; moaning into his mouth, the smile in her voice was obvious. "I'm thinking that you've been wonderfully forward with me tonight, and I absolutely love it. I'm also really wondering, what are you thinking, baby? What's gotten into you this evening?"

He gave her a shy smile. "I'm thinking about whether you mind, you know, what you're wearing...and what we're doing? I asked you to wear this little robe, and to do this with me, so I was just wondering, you know, if you mind?"

Repeating himself, he was stumbling, worried that he might have overstepped his bounds.

"Sweetie, no, I definitely don't mind. I don't mind anything we do. I love you, and I love what we're doing. I told you, I wish you had asked for this a long time ago. I just want to know what suddenly brought all this on tonight."

Turning in his arms, she pressed him onto his back, then she lay on top of him. She felt her robe come open, and didn't care. Propping her face in her hands, she touched noses with him while looking deep into his eyes.

He blanched, crumbling beneath the weight of her penetrating stare. 'Too much...too beautiful...can't handle it...cannot handle the way she's looking at me....'

Kissing him on the nose, she whispered, "Shhhh...it's okay. Come back, baby. Talk to me."

It took a great effort of will for him to look into her magical eyes again. Sighing anxiously, he tried to hold steady. "I don't know, exactly. Like we told you earlier, okay, yes, I felt it was at least time for you to know that I really love...you know...god, Angie...the way you are. I mean with me."

"Honey, I've always been this way with you. What's so different now?"

"Nothing's different. Maybe I'm just different, or maybe I'm at least trying to be different. Come on, you have to know how beautiful you are, how gorgeous you are..."

"Baby, I—"

"...how sexy you are. Not just in general, either. I mean you are the sexiest woman in the world to me. You're just...Angie. Everything you do is amazing." 

She gave him a warm smile. "Does my being so affectionate to you make you uncomfortable?"

As she stared into his eyes, she realized that her silk wrap was resting high above her hips. It had flipped up onto her lower back when she'd turned to climb on top of him. Everything from her waist down was fully exposed, where he could easily see it. All he had to do was look.

She noticed his hands had started doing swirling circles on her lower back, directly above her bare bottom. The thought made her tingle all over.

"No, Angie, you don't make me feel uncomfortable. Don't ever think that. I love that you're so fucking hot." 

Giggling, she kissed him. He had never cursed in her presence. The fact that he was finally able to relax with her made Angelina genuinely happy.

He widened his swirl pattern on her lower back, first touching her naked hips, then the top of her warm, silky bottom. Teasing her with light caresses, his touch became more provocative.

An electric jolt shot through her when his fingertips whispered across her bare ass. Flinching, she thought about saying something, anything, maybe to try to distract him again, but she didn't say or do a thing. She just continued to stare into his eyes while kissing him. She was becoming very turned on by the feeling of his hands exploring her naked curves.

Gathering her courage, she asked, "Does this make you uncomfortable, my letting you touch me there?" Grinning, she wriggled her ass in his hands to punctuate her point.

She loved what he was doing, and didn't want him to stop. She was trying to avoid scaring him away, even as she realized she was more than a little nervous herself.

He gave her another shy smile. "No, it doesn't, not if you're letting me touch you. What about Dan, though? What would he think about this?" He demonstrated his point by squeezing her ass.

Moaning in response, she moved enticingly in his hands, encouraging him to enjoy her naked, sexy body. Her invitation made clear, she nuzzled his lips and said in a breathy whisper, "Sweetie, he's fine with it. You know he never minds when I'm affectionate with you. Don't worry, he would love seeing me like this. He's always saying, 'I want you to be happy, excited and full of life, and not just when you and I are alone together. You're a beautiful gift to the world, Angie. Everyone should get to enjoy you.'"

Steve grinned. "You should listen to him. He's right." 

"Sweetie, I'm being serious. I know it sounds conceited to repeat all that, but that's really what he says to me. When the three of us were getting ready to go to the movies the other night, he said, 'I want you to blow people's minds and make their day, every day.' He tells me that I should never feel guilty about it. He wants me to get off on it, to have fun with 'my power,' as he calls it."

"I'm being serious too," Steve said, no longer quite so nervous. "He's right. You are a beautiful gift to the world, and you should get off on how hot you are. You're not being conceited, and you never hurt anyone, so don't stop being the way you are. You're a miracle...an angel."

"Baby, I'm just me," she whispered. "I'm yours. I'm here for both of you...anything you ever want. If you weren't so wonderful to me, I wouldn't be the way I am with you. You let me be myself, and you never guilt-trip me. I love what you do. I love everything we do."

Leaning down, she began whispering into his mouth between kisses...

"Never be embarrassed to look at me. You don't have to hide it. I want you to look at me. I love when your eyes roam all over my body....

"Don't be afraid to touch me. Take what you want, and let me touch you, too. Let me feel your excitement....

"It turns me on like crazy, knowing you want me. Go ahead...show me how much you want me...."

He pulled back from her kisses and grinned, "Hey, it's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it."

Caressing her warm, silky back, he managed to draw her robe all the way up to her shoulder blades. She was fully nude, enjoying his caresses while pressing herself against him. When she leaned in to kiss him again, he slid his hands down and firmly squeezed her gorgeous ass, making her moan into his mouth.

Though she wasn't entirely sure how far she wanted to let herself go, she couldn't deny that she loved the honesty of the moment. After nervously biting her lip while touching their noses together, she gave him a softer, deeper, sexier kiss. Melting in his arms, she committed her body and her growing passion. Still moaning into his mouth, she slid her tongue inside and began hungrily devouring him.

Her ass was on fire. Her pussy was dripping. She was certain that he had to be feeling her wetness in her moistening crack, and she knew she would be in trouble if he pressed his fingers into her drenched slit or tingling asshole. She also knew she was leaving a definite wet spot on his sweats, especially once she started feeling the head of his cock bumping her naked pussy each time he nudged her ass downward with his urgent hands.

She moved her hips against him, letting him feel her hot pussy pressing directly onto his cock. "Mmmmmm, I love how you do your job. You should start putting in for some overtime," she said, giving him a sexy smile. Raising her hips, she brought her ass to his hands, imploring him to touch her even more.

Returning her smile, he caressed and cupped her bottom, making her purr, then he smacked her ass!

Yelping, her eyes wild, she gave him a huge guffaw before biting his nose. After feigning a playful look of shock, he attempted to bite her nose right back. They mouth-wrestled, laughing crazily while trying to fend off every new attack, until finally he hugged her to his chest.

That was the moment when they knew they would be fine. Where it mattered most, nothing had changed between them. They were free to be together, and it wasn't necessary to map out where it all might lead.

"Baby, it's time for me to go to bed," she said, leaning in for the second time that evening to give him an official kiss goodnight on the lips. He hotly returned her kiss, even pressing his tongue into her mouth, which made her eyes shoot open in happy surprise. Softening in his arms, she melted within their kiss, and he let out a loud moan when she blatantly rubbed her pussy on his cock while attacking his mouth. Moaning over and over, he began hunching his erection into her wet slit, and she absolutely loved it. Reveling in his passion, she was feeding it, encouraging it with her own.

Wildly excited to be making out so intensely with his dream girl, he took her ass in both hands and gave it a good squeeze before pulling down hard.

He could not have aimed it any better. Pulling her ass directly down onto his erection, he drove a solid few inches of swollen cock into her very wet pussy.

Gasping again, she playfully bit his lip; then, beaming brightly, she pushed down harder, trying to force more of his shaft inside. He held her by her hips as she did her best to take him, but his sweatpants prevented any deeper penetration.

"See? You can't properly snuggle me with pants on," she grinned, slipping her tongue back into his mouth.

Grinding inside her, he smiled knowingly, the same way she was smiling, then he released her.

Affecting a beautiful pout, she slowly lifted herself away before moving over to the recliner chair. While holding her robe together with one hand, she threw the blanket and pillow at him. "Just for that, you can tuck yourself in now, you brat!" Grinning, she leaned down to give him a wet, lingering kiss, letting him know she was only teasing. "Baby, if only you would have listened to me..." she whispered, slipping her tongue in his ear.

He started to stammer his defense, only to be stopped cold when she reached down to fondle his huge bulge. Stroking it through his sweats, she gave him a wicked grin. "Sweetie, when a beautiful woman with no panties on asks you to take off your pants and properly snuggle her, you should probably listen to her."

Giving his aching erection a final longing squeeze, she released him.

He thought she was going to turn and leave, but she surprised him by quickly dropping straight onto his cock. Sitting up to straddle him, she returned his hands to her bare hips. After tossing her head back with a sexy laugh, she had him guide her sumptuous ass and hot, clenching pussy all along the full length of his hard shaft.

Then, just as suddenly as she had jumped on him, she climbed right back off. Clasping her hands well above her head, she stood on tiptoes while stretching to her full height before the glowing fireplace. Arching her back and jutting her ass out, she bounced up and down, faking a big yawn. Finally, with her arms raised high to display every inch of her perfect body in the warm firelight, she performed a slow, seductive pirouette for him.

Stunned, he could only watch in awed silence.

Dancing right out of the living room, she grinned when she saw that he was again staring as if in a daze at her gorgeous ass flitting into view beneath her pink nightie.

"Sweet dreams, baby," she whispered, flashing another sexy smile before blowing him a final kiss goodnight. 

~to be continued~ 

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Angelina Ch. 03



"Jesus, are you slugs gonna sleep all day? It's after ten already, you lazy bums!"

Only partially awake, I lifted my head in the direction of the demonic voice filtering through my mental haze. Whatever the vile thing was that had forced me to abandon my blissful slumber, I wanted to kill it dead.

Still asleep beneath the covers, Angelina lay peacefully beside me. Looking over her shoulder, I found our tormentor smiling goofily at us from a reading chair he'd pulled alongside our bed.

"Why in the hell are you so peppy all of a sudden? When did you become a morning person?" I snarled at Steve.

"Dude, we've got stuff to do today, remember? Wake her butt up!"

Angie and I were lying on our sides facing him, my arm draped over her hip atop the covers.

Trying to wake her, I gently jostled her arm.

Only a slight stirring.

Slipping my hand beneath the covers, I lightly tickled the back of her thigh where it curved into her ass.

She wriggled a bit, but still didn't really wake.

While pressing the pads of my middle and index fingers to her warm slit, I gave her a soft raspberry right on her exposed collarbone. "Thhhhhppppthhh!!"

That did the trick. Reaching behind my head, she pulled me down for a warm, sweet kiss. "G'morning to you too," she purred sleepily, with a doe-eyed smile. "What kind of wake-up kiss was that, you goof."

"The kind that worked, sleepyhead," I grinned, giving her neck a proper kiss. Purring again, she moved her pussy more firmly against my stroking fingers beneath the covers.

Steve said, "Okay, now that you're both awake, come on, let's get moving!"

Finally aware of his presence in our bedroom, Angie reached out to him. Taking his hand, she nuzzled it with her cheek. "There you are," she smiled, pulling him in for a long, tender kiss.

I could tell he was hesitant to kiss her in front of me, but she wouldn't let him off the hook. She just kept kissing him, until finally she pulled back, grinning. "G'morning, baby. Whatcha making us for breakfast?"

"Breakfast?" he guffawed. "Who needs breakfast? We've got serious fun in the offing! Adventure awaits!"

"Christ, Angie!" I laughed. "What did you do to him last night, anyway? Look at him, he's absolutely retarded now!"

"Me? What makes you think I did anything to him? Maybe it was the other way around. Baby, you saw him in action last night. He's an animal now," she said, smiling affectionately at Steve. "Besides, is it a crime to wake up happy? I'm happy too, you know," she added, bringing my face back to hers for a wet, languid kiss. Sucking my tongue, she moaned when I slid my middle finger into her silky warmth.

"Mmmmmm, a girl could get used to being woken like this," she grinned, once she'd finished our kiss. Turning back to Steve, she pulled him in for a longer, hotter kiss before nuzzling his hand again with her cheek. Slipping her arm beneath the covers, she grasped my cock, which had also awoken and was growing against her ass. Beaming at us while stroking me up and down her slit, she reached for the phone on the nightstand. "Hello, front desk? I'd like to put in a request for a similar wake-up call tomorrow morning, and for every morning during my stay here.... Yes, exactly, two sexy men in my bed, kissing me and touching me.... Uh-huh, correct, every morning. That would be wonderful, and I'd be much obliged. Thank you."

Giving us a flirty smile as she hung up the phone, she positioned the head of my cock at her moist opening. While pulling Steve in for another long kiss, she pressed her ass against me, slowly impaling herself until she'd taken my entire length deep into her pussy. Moaning quietly between wet kisses, she began moving her hips in subtle undulations.

I wanted more, so I slid my hand onto her bare hip to direct her movements. After only a few strokes, however, her hand joined mine, halting me.

'Okay,' I thought, 'she wants to run the show, and she doesn't want Steve to know she's fucking me right in front of him.' Once I let her take over, she went back to nuzzling his fingers and kissing him while moving her ass in slow circles. If I wanted any deep penetration, I had to push in and pull out very deliberately. As long as I tried to stay on the same page with her in our sneaky fuck, she would let me thrust inside her.

Before too long, though, our increasingly steady fucking was causing her drenched pussy to make noticeable wet sounds. She attempted to cover them by pulling back from her kiss with Steve and purring, "Mmmm, I love good-morning kisses." Caressing his hand with her lips, she teasingly added, "So...did you sleep well?"

It wasn't enough; her pussy was beginning to make consistent sluicing sounds. Signaling for me to stop, she stilled the movements of her ass; then, in an effort to cover the dead-sound space, she quickly continued, "See, doofus here apparently thinks I may have mistreated you last night when I tucked you in. Sweetie, I wasn't mean to you, was I?"

"Umm, no, you were fine, Angie. I had a fun time last night," Steve said, sheepishly.

"Last night in general, or last night after I came out to tuck you in?" she grinned. Allowing herself a single long thrust, her cervix kissed the head of my cock. To cover her moan she again pressed her face to his hand, squeezing it and kissing it before simply tracing her lips back and forth across his knuckles.

God, she was being mischievous, and I loved it.

He smiled as she nuzzled his fingers; with his other hand he stroked her long, beautiful hair. "I did ask for it, didn't I? I can hardly complain if I get what I ask for, right?"

For the sake of appearances I rejoined the conversation, asking him, "So, did you get what you wanted? I know she was pleasantly surprised that you came right out and requested she wear her pink robe to tuck you in." After driving two more long thrusts into her pussy, I reached up to caress her lips. She nipped my finger with her teeth, so I slipped it into her mouth. Moaning again, she sucked it for a few strokes. When she released it, I brought that hand back beneath the covers, gently pressing the moistened finger to her asshole. As turned on as she was, it slid right in.

Looking over her shoulder, she silently mouthed, "You wouldn't dare."

Well, okay, that really wasn't what I had originally planned. I was simply looking for somewhere nice to use my hand. Since her pussy was already occupied, and I couldn't exactly reach around her body to play with her clit, not without being totally obvious about it, I just sort of ended up at her ass by default. I knew I couldn't just have her suck my fingers indefinitely either, as that would have also been too obvious. No, I had merely planned on discreetly fingering her asshole while fucking her pussy. 

A dare is a dare, though. Can't back down when a beautiful woman throws out a dare, right?

I continued talking to Steve. "Not gonna answer, huh? Always the politician, eh? So that's all you've got to say, that you don't have a right to complain? That's hardly very flattering to a beautiful woman."

"Besides," Angie said, grinning to him, "I was there too, and if memory serves, I don't seem to recall any complaints from you. I do recall a few certain moments of rough scratchiness against my tender skin, but you don't hear me complaining now."

She really had him going. He clearly didn't know what he was allowed to reveal about what they'd done together.

Just as clearly, she was thoroughly enjoying teasing him. She continued, "In fact, I also seem to recall being the one who had to deal with a lumpy couch. You seemed fine where you were, nestled all warm and snug in some nice, soft pillows, but I kept running into this huge thing pressing against my bottom."

Having a pretty good idea of what she was hinting at, I lay there thinking how it's such a beautiful thing, the way a gorgeous woman can get away with saying nearly anything to a guy.

While she kept him flustered, I quietly pulled out of her pussy, moving the head of my cock to her ass.

She froze; then, as smoothly as she could manage it, she looked back...challenging me.

Using my free hand beneath the covers, I gently nudged her top knee forward to spread her ass before pushing my cockhead past her tiny pink ring.

Gasping softly, she shot me a devilish grin over her shoulder.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked in a teasing voice. 

"Just a tickle in my throat," she giggled. Turning to Steve, she kissed his knuckles again. "Sweetie, could you please get me a glass of water?"

Releasing her hand, Steve went to the kitchen. I took that opportunity to bury myself to the hilt in her ass, my balls slapping against her distended pussy lips.

"Oh my god," she moaned, "you're fucking me in the ass, right in front of him!"

"I don't see you complaining, and did you or did you not dare me?"

"I never said a word."

"No, but the dare in your eyes couldn't have been missed by Stevie Wonder."

"I plead the Fifth," she said, smiling sweetly. She began moving her hips while moaning, "God, it's just not fair, baby."

"What's not fair?" I grinned, driving hard into her gorgeous bottom.

"This...this isn't fair," she breathed. "Mmmm, you know how much I love being fucked in the ass, and you were teasing me. Once you started touching me there, you knew I would have to have your cock. I always want you in my ass...love it...unnnnh...deep inside me...oh god yes, fuck me, baby...."

When Steve returned with her glass of water, Angie stifled her moans by burying her face in a pillow. After pretending to cough, she lifted her head and took a mouthful of water, then set the glass down. "Thank you, sweetie," she smiled, kissing his hand. "And you too," she added, turning to me with a sexy grin.

"Me? What'd I do?" I asked, slowly reaming her brilliant ass.

She leaned back to kiss me before whispering in my mouth, "Thank you for waking me by fucking my pussy, and thank you for taking my ass right in front of him. Now cum for me."

'Wow,' I thought, completely thrilled. I had never seen her behave that mischievously in front of Steve, and it was just awesome.

She turned back to Steve, again taking his hand to nuzzle it. "Honey, what...mmmm...are we...unnhhh...doing again today?" she attempted to ask, though as I continued fucking her gorgeous bottom she began to lose the discretion battle.

I felt my cock pulsing; since she'd told me to cum for her, I didn't try to hold it back. Pushing hard, I exploded deep inside her, flooding her ass with at least four solid blasts of hot cum. She came then, too, gushing warm, silky fluid on our thighs even as her clenching asshole trembled.

Coming down from her orgasm, she pressed against me while tightening her tiny hole, indicating that she wanted me to stay buried in her ass. When she took my free hand and placed it at our steamy junction, I smiled over what I knew was coming next.

"You know I want it in my mouth," she whispered, turning to kiss me. She guided my finger around her tight ring, scooping up some of the cum that had escaped when she clenched on my cock. Covering my hand with hers, she pulled it to her mouth and kissed it, then she popped my fingers inside, sucking them clean before going back to nuzzling Steve's knuckles with her lips.

Steve probably suspected something was going on beneath the covers, especially when Angie's voice became really throaty and urgent. Still, he couldn't be sure, and I don't think he wanted to push it. In any case, he certainly didn't seem to mind.

Responding to her nuzzling of his hand, he began caressing her lips. "Don't you remember, Angie? We're taking you out clothes shopping for the concert tonight."

"Mmmm, that's right, we're going to a show this evening, and you two want me to 'dress appropriately.' Exactly what is appropriate dress anyway for a girl going to a Stevie Ray Vaughan concert?"

When I finally pulled out of her ass, it immediately began dripping cum. Cupping her hand over her tiny star, she spread my cum all over her warm bottom before bringing our hands to her mouth again. Grinning as she awaited his answer, she kissed our fingers clean.

While she was doing all that as inconspicuously as possible - not very successfully, I noted, laughing to myself - I asked, "Yeah, stud boy, what did you have in mind for our blushing bride to wear tonight?"

"Me? I thought we were going to pick out her outfit for tonight. 'We,' as in 'the three of us together.'"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, "I know, but who do we think we're kidding here? We all know she's going to wear what you pick for her today."

"Mmmm-hmmm," she purred, her voice filled with mirthful anticipation. "I am curious, though, as to just how sluttily you intend to dress me for tonight. Police will be everywhere in that arena, you know. It's not like we're going to a private party or something. You can't have me running around naked."

He gave her a smug smile. "You ought to know me better than that by now. We're not shooting for outright nudity. Although..." he added, sporting an evil grin.

"Although what, Mister Devious Smirker?" she laughed.

"I was going to say that I don't think you'd hear too much complaining from me if you ever did decide to run around all butt-nekkid and nude!"

Man, was he ever pleased with himself, and it was really cool to see. It had taken seemingly forever, but he was finally coming out of his shell.

"Oh, so you wouldn't complain?" she smiled, nuzzling his hand again. "Well, if you're a good boy, we'll see."

I couldn't believe what he did next. That goofy fuck, he actually pulled out one of those little lollipops wrapped in clear plastic, ostentatiously presenting it to her as if it were the Crown Jewels.

I chuckled, "You sneaky little shit! What, did you have all this planned?"

Still grinning smugly while otherwise ignoring me, he went to one knee before her. "Would this please m'lady? Am I being a good boy now?" he asked, beseeching her in a ridiculous Oliver Twist accent.

Playing along with his cloying shtick, she smiled imperiously while patting him on the head. "Yes, young sir, that's a good boy! That's a very good boy!"

Pausing, they couldn't help but laugh. When they were through laughing, she leaned up on one elbow, facing him. Slowly her sheet slid to her waist, exposing her soft, full breasts. Following his hungry gaze, she glanced down before giving him a beautiful smile. "C'mere..." she said in a sultry whisper, crooking her index finger.

Clearly unsure as to what she wanted him to do, he nevertheless moved closer.

Looking him straight in the eye, she brought his hands to her naked breasts. "Thank you," she smiled.

Reaching up to caress his face, she kissed him for a good twenty seconds before slipping her tongue into his mouth. She let out a gorgeous moan when he began stroking her nipples, then she pulled him nearly on top of her, arching her back as their tongues danced wildly together.

When she finally released him, she held his hands to her breasts. "Thank you," she said again, her glowing smile warm and radiant. "Baby, if you really want me to go naked for you around the house, you know I will. All you have to do is ask. I told you last night, I'll do anything you want...anything."

Willing him to understand, she stared unblinking into his eyes.

Always shy, still uncertain, he looked down. He just couldn't do it.

Reaching out, she took him by the chin to hold his gaze; she wouldn't let him go, not until she broke through. Finally his expression of fear faded, his nervousness seeming to melt away. He had apparently come to the realization that she welcomed their being together, even in front of me.

At last, I think he understood.

"Soon, baby..." she whispered into his open mouth, then they were kissing again. When they eventually paused to catch their breath, she gave him a loving smile before demurely drawing the sheet back over her enchanting breasts. Sighing happily as she sat up against the headboard, she ran her fingers through her beautiful mane of long, raven hair.

The tension in the room was gone. The moment had passed, and everything was back to normal.

Still fanning out her silky hair, she noticed her sheet had slipped down to her waist again. "Sweetie, can you grab something for me, please," she smiled to Steve, nodding to her dresser. She let him stare for a few magical beats before covering herself. "Top-left drawer. Just grab whatever."

Opening her dresser drawer, he happily searched through her stuff, rummaging around for a bit before eventually holding up his selection: a fuchsia baby doll top. It was a wispy, completely sheer piece of lingerie with a straight lower hemline and V-shaped slits cut into the sides. It came down to her belly button, and the neckline was cut low, with narrow shoulder straps.

"Nice," he said, tossing it to her. Then, laughing like a little boy, he leaned back into the drawer and began randomly pulling out other items.

"What in the world are you doing?" she giggled, amused by his antics.

"I've always wanted to get into your drawers!" he declared triumphantly.

Angie and I just looked at other. Grabbing our pillows, we launched them at his head, nearly knocking him from his chair.

"What's this...and this...and this?" he crowed, continuing to pull out one skimpy item after another. "We could be here all day, just having you model this one drawer full of awesome lingerie for us!"

"Oh no we won't," she grinned. "You wanted to take me out shopping for new 'sexy stuff' to wear for you two hormone-crazed perverts tonight! You're the one who came in here being such a raving spaz about it, remember?"

"True, but I think I can sacrifice for the team," he said, totally deadpan. "I'm sure we could manage just fine with what we have here, dontcha think?"

Jeez, he was hamming it up.

She gave him a pleased grin. "Maybe some other time, sweetie. Really, though, I don't think I can go completely bottomless to a concert."

He smiled smugly yet again. "You wouldn't be completely bottomless. There are panties in here."

"You want me to wear tiny see-through panties and nothing else to an arena concert?" she laughed.

He didn't know whether she was being serious, so he backpedaled a bit. "Well, I was thinking maybe—"

"Honey, I'd probably get arrested," she said, cutting him short. "I need some sort of dress or skirt to cover my bottom. Pants, shorts...something. This is a night concert, indoors. I at least have to be somewhat decent. Besides, I was under the impression that you were looking forward to playing 'dress up Angelina' this afternoon, wherever it is that you plan on taking me. I thought you wanted to have fun showing me off today?"

Man, I loved watching those two go at it. I didn't have to say a thing; I just got to sit back and watch them spar. No matter the outcome, I was going to be a winner, and so was he. Come to think of it, so was she.

Steve had this goofy little smile as he sighed, "Yeah, I know, I know. You're right, I do want us to go out today and dress you up for tonight."

"God, you make it sound like taking me out to model new Slut Wear for you is some sort of really crappy consolation prize!" she said, affecting a gorgeous and laughably fake pout.

"No, Angie, I swear, I didn't mean—"

"Baby, I'm only teasing," she giggled. "We'll have fun today, and tonight too. I'm sure you two will find something wonderfully indecent for me to wear. I'll model my panties and skimpy tops for you some other time. You know, though, it's not as if you haven't already seen me in most of them."

She gave him a cock-stirring smile. She even bit her lip for effect.

Jesus, she was so fucking sexy.

Knowing he was defeated, and really not minding at all, he started putting her various panties, tiny tops and miscellaneous lingerie pieces back in her drawer. Under his breath, though intentionally loud enough for her to hear, he began to sing to himself, "You're gonna model these for meeeeee...you're gonna model these for meeeeee...."




Angelina Ch. 03



"You are such a dork," she said with total affection, making a motion to slip on her barely-there top. Folding her legs beneath her, she teasingly turned her back to him, allowing the sheet that was covering her breasts to fall to her lap.

I couldn't pass up that opportunity. Pulling her to me, I took her nipple into my mouth, grrrrrrr-ing as I bit it and began sucking on it.

With a joyous laugh she playfully slapped at my head, only halfheartedly trying to get me to stop.

When I cupped her breasts and buried my face in her cleavage, she gave me a bordello whore's smothering bosom-shake. She was undoubtedly exposing at least the bare sides of her breasts to Steve, who smirked as he watched us play.

With the sheet pooled in her lap, she was also exposing her bare ass to him. Her naked back, hips, ass and legs were completely uncovered, as were the sides of her bouncing breasts.

Laughing and panting, she finally pulled away from me. After managing to slip the fuchsia top over her head, she turned back to face him with a sexy smile. "Here's a good start, anyway, since you chose my most see-through top."

"Wow. Just...wow," said Steve, clearly thrilled by what he was seeing.

She sat back against the headboard, letting us drink her in. She had the sheet tucked between her thighs, hiding her pussy and one leg, but that was it. Her leg nearest to him as well as her bare hips were uncovered. Wearing nothing but her see-through top, she grinned, "Do you like it?"

While waiting for a response, she ran her hands directly over her breasts, ostensibly to smooth the loose material.

She sexily bit her lip, which was always a dead giveaway that she was nervously excited. Slowing down to do fingertip circles over her nipples, she made her gorgeous tips perk up to their full height. Moving her hands lower, she tugged down on the bottom hem to "straighten everything out," as she coyly put it.

Stretching it taut like that, she removed any bunching, making it completely transparent. She may as well have been naked since her top hid nothing...absolutely nothing. That little baby doll barely even obscured anything. All it really did was give her torso a uniform pink haze, as if we were seeing her nude body through a filtered camera lens.

Her top hung loosely, so it didn't confine her movements at all. Her firm, natural breasts sat high, needing no support. When she moved, they jiggled; when she turned, they followed, after a slight delay; when she lifted her arms, they rose on her chest, her nipples thrusting outward. Since her erect tips and most of her breasts were still moist from my sucking, the top was clinging. Her luscious tits were showing through even more than they would in a wet t-shirt contest. That fuchsia baby doll was literally transparent.

It was the most revealing top she'd ever worn for Steve, and they both knew it.

"Since you're apparently both too tongue-tied to favor a lady with the courtesy of a response, I'll just assume this sassy little frock meets with your approval," she grinned. "Steve, I hate to be a bother, but could you also toss me some bottoms, please? I haven't had a chance yet to put on any panties, and I need to get up to go pee."

Saying nothing, apparently rendered speechless by the sight of Angelina freely showing us her bare breasts, he just reached back and blindly pulled open the first drawer he found.

Amused to no end by his dumbfounded reaction, she let him continue to stare at her spectacular tits, which she began openly caressing for our benefit. She gave him a teasing jab, though, saying, "Sweetie, the other drawer, the one above it to the left. That is, unless you really want me to put on some sweatpants and long, woolly socks."

Momentarily chastened, he turned to locate the correct drawer. He opened it and reached back in; pulling out the first bottoms he found, he tossed them to her.

Smirking over her shoulder at me, she and I exchanged knowing looks.

"You asked for it, pretty lady. I guess 'soon' is coming a little sooner than you may have bargained for," I grinned.

Appearing a bit dubious, she nevertheless smiled determinedly while wriggling into the bottoms he'd chosen.

"Okay, I really do have to pee," she giggled, jumping from the bed. Steve's chair was blocking her path to our bathroom door, and she just climbed right over him. She swung the door shut behind her, but it didn't catch. It remained open a couple of inches, and we could hear the telltale hissing sounds as she peed. Meanwhile, the weight of our bathrobes hanging on the hook attached to the back of the door made it slowly swing open.

Steve had his back to her, but I had a perfect sidelong shot of her perched on the toilet only eight feet away, her panties around her ankles.

She looked at me and blushed. I just smiled, as if to say, "What do you want me to do? If I move to close the door, he'll see you anyway."

Noticing my smiling glance, Steve turned to follow my gaze. 

Busted! He looked right at her. "Oops!" he laughed.

"Oh...god," she moaned, looking so fucking gorgeous. She was still peeing, her back beautifully arched. Her entire right side was naked; with her full breasts, tiny waist and smooth, curvy ass, she was an amazing hourglass of pure sexiness.

"Okay, you guys have had your fun. Please turn away now," she said, her eyes imploring. 

"Sure thing, sweetie," I laughed, and of course we both kept ogling her.

"Fine," she grinned. "Steve, don't think payback won't be a bitch. Not only am I going to watch you pee too, I'm going to hold your dick while you're going and shake it for you once you're done. How do like that idea?"

Nodding with another goofy smile, he just continued to stare.

Having finished peeing, she tore off some tissue paper. Never looking away, she spread her legs and wiped herself. Still grinning, she slid her panties up her thighs just as slowly and seductively as possible, raising her ass to slip the tiny scrap of material over her beautiful curves.

After flushing the toilet and leaving the bathroom, she sexily straddled Steve's lap, hooking her arms around his neck. While treating him to a hot little pussy-grind, she leaned in to whisper, "I thought I'd requested breakfast? Exactly what does a nearly naked girl have to do around here to get some of her gorgeous man's nice, sweet juice in her tummy? Oh, never mind. I'm up now. I'll go get my own."

Smiling sweetly, she slithered out of his lap and strutted towards the kitchen.

As we watched her bounce down the hallway, I said, "Dude, it looks like you got your wish." 

"No shit. Look at that..." he said, awestruck.

The 'bottoms' he'd tossed her were nothing more than a tattered pair of white bikini panties. Old, thin and threadbare, even the elastic was basically toast. Most of her bare ass was on display, and the tiny panties hung so loosely on her hips that the top of her ass crack was exposed. Although there were yellow stars and moons printed in the fabric, we could still see her entire ass. Those poor panties really had become that see-through.

Jiggling away from us, her beautifully sculpted curves were a carnival of mouthwatering sex.

He followed her out to the kitchen, and I took that opportunity to throw on some shorts and a t-shirt before rejoining them.

She was leaning back against the fridge, one leg straight, the other bent at the knee, her foot pressed to the door. Casually swinging her raised knee in and out, she dipped her tongue into her glass of juice while peering suggestively over the rim.

From the front, her panties were every bit as innocent yet scandalous as they were from the rear. Resting across her hip bones a good eight inches below her belly button, they drooped at the top, and we could clearly see her pussy lips through the threadbare material. Her smooth slit and lightly hooded clit were only gently kissing the thin, loose cotton. We could see her pussy's coloring, still flushed and pink; having just been fucked, her inner lips were slightly distended, forming a crinkled smirk between her swollen outer labia. Her small strip of pubic hair standing guard above her slit was matted and moist; the clarity with which we could make out her pretty patch was such that I easily could have nailed a police artist's sketch rendering of its exact shape, texture, density and color.

Also, the panties were so loose and low in the front that a tempting half-inch of her dark brown pelt was peeking out over the top.

Between her bared breasts in that hazy wisp of fuchsia, those beguiling panties, and her radiant pose, she was the very definition of feminine sex.

"So, sweetie, do you believe me now?" she grinned, still playing her teasing game with him.

"Believe you now about what?" Simply staring, he was clearly torn between savoring the visual treasures of her pussy, her bare breasts, and especially her intense eyes, which is where he knew he really ought to be focusing his attention.

"Do you believe me now when I say these panties by themselves wouldn't be appropriate to wear to the concert tonight? Don't you think I need to wear something else with them?"

"You are wearing something else with them," he offered, and we all laughed. 

Always such a helper, our Steve.

Angie smiled patiently. "Honey, that's not quite what I meant. Look at my panties...just the panties. I can't wear these as my only bottoms tonight. If we were going to a sunny picnic or walking around the State Fair and splashing around in the fountain, you know I'd be willing to indulge you by wearing nothing but these panties. Not to an indoor concert at night, though. It wouldn't look right, especially in heels. They simply aren't dressy enough. If you two are that horny, and you really want me to go naked tonight, okay, maybe I'll wear this top for you, but for my bottoms I want something sexier than these panties."

All the while, she was still swinging her leg back and forth. Along with the elastic of her panties being almost nonexistent at the leg holes, the gusset was so narrow that it barely covered her slit. When she would arc her knee out, we could see her naked pussy lips...which were glistening wet.

She simply stood before us, swinging her knee back and forth for effect. Once she'd proven her point, she gave Steve another knowing grin. "You can see my pussy, can't you?"

Since he was totally lost in the magic spell of her glorious sex, I thought I'd save Captain Obvious the trouble of having to come up with a cogent response. "Don't worry, baby, we're not going to ask you to go out tonight wearing nothing but those panties."

"Good," she smiled. "I'd like to think that when we go out to a club or concert together my wonderfully imaginative men will come up with something for me that's really sexy, definitely, and a lot more stylish than these old panties."

Always the gallant one, Steve said, "Hey, it's not like you don't look absolutely amazing in them."

"Absolutely amazing, or utterly and completely slutty?" she asked, with a self-deprecating smile. "You wanted to see me model my dresser drawer's goodies? Sweetie, other than wearing no panties at all, like last night when we were snuggling together, I don't know that it gets much more revealing than this, if that's what you're shooting for. I'm fairly certain that this top with these panties makes me look like an insatiable cum slut who's just begging to be fucked."

"An insatiable, gorgeous, wonderful cum slut who's just begging to be fucked, and we love her like crazy," I gently reminded her.

"It's true," added Steve. "You're simply incapable of looking anything but gorgeous, classy and perfect."

"Even like this?" she laughed. "I look like I want to fuck the whole band!"

"That would be one lucky band," I grinned.

Steve chuckled to me, "Okay, since you're already a guitarist, I suppose this means that now I have to learn to play bass, right? Oh, shit, I could be the singer! The singer always gets the hottest chicks! She could be all mine!"

Laughing again, Angelina launched herself at him, jumping into his arms. Holding herself up with her wrists crossed behind his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist, she playfully cooed, "Oh yeah? And what would you do to me if I were all yours? Would you fuck me in the ass doggie-style on stage, or would you just have me fuck myself with a guitar for your amusement? Would you let me suck your cock and swallow every drop of your sweet cum, or would you rather mark me as yours by cumming all over my perfect breasts and beautiful face? Is that what you'd do, baby? Would you share me on the tour bus, letting everyone in the band fuck your hot girlfriend whenever they pleased? Do you want me to be your sexy cum slut, hmmm, Mister Rock Star?"

Cradling her ass, he held her up as they fell back laughing against the sink. When I leaned in to hug her from behind, she whispered in my ear, "Baby, I can feel your cum still dripping from my ass. It's pooling up in my panties. God, I just came again, and I can smell my wet pussy. Unless you want me to fuck you both right now, you better get me out of here."

Climbing down from Steve, she fanned herself like Scarlett O'Hara. "I do declare, the devil must have gotten into me!" she giggled coquettishly. Filling her juice glass with water, she drank it in one long pull. Breathing hard, she set her hands on the counter and leaned over at the waist, one leg in front of the other, her hip cocked.

My god...her ass was a vision. I almost couldn't stop myself from tearing off her panties, squeezing her ripe globes on my face and jamming my tongue up her ass. Fuck, I wanted to bite and suck every inch of her gleaming bottom. Her quivering thighs; her smooth, heart-shaped cheeks; her drenched pussy; her adorable little puckered star...everything looked so delicious that I just wanted to devour it all.

She was still breathing hard, her hips rising and falling with each deep breath.

Glancing over at Steve, I noticed that he too was staring at the growing wet spot in her panties. I knew some of it was my leaking cum, but Steve must have thought it was just her sexy excitement showing. The idea that she was letting him see her fully aroused pussy, even if only through her sheer panties, had to be a stone-cold killer for him.

As I watched him, I realized that he would have dived into an erupting volcano for her, and I was more in love with her than I could ever remember.

Having finally caught her breath, Angelina turned to face us. Staring into our eyes, she ran her hands over her breasts; when she tugged on her erect tips, another quiet moan escaped her parted lips.

She wasn't being coy about it. She was vividly showing us her desire.

Never blinking, she slid her hand into her panties to caress her glistening slit. Slipping a fingertip through her flowering lips, she stroked her way up to the peak of her soft folds and started rubbing her clit. As she increased the intensity of her caresses, her hips answered in rolling undulations, until finally she plunged two fingers deep inside her shining pussy. Snaking her other hand beneath her top to squeeze her breast, she slowed her attack, touching herself more sensually.

With a white-hot fire burning in her dusky eyes, her voice was pure silk as she breathed, "I know...believe me, I know. I feel it too, the same thing you're both feeling. I'm so turned on, god, I'm about to lose my mind. Still, unless you two want to take me back to bed and fuck me right now, we have to get a move on if we're going to do anything today. It's already a quarter after eleven, and we haven't showered or eaten yet. We've got to start getting ready."

Before we even had a chance to take her up on that one really excellent sounding option, she scampered away to the bathroom. Moments later the door opened, and her top and panties came flying into the kitchen.

Grinning stupidly at each other, we heard the shower start, followed by a long, sexy moan....

~to be continued~ 

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Angelina Ch. 04



"Mmmm, there they are, my dashing men, all nice and ready for me. Let me just do this one thing, then I'm all yours...."

Flashing us a flirty smile, Angelina squeezed out a dollop of jasmine-scented glitter lotion and began smoothing it up and down her shining thighs.

Freshly showered and made up, she was absolutely radiant in her new stretch-cotton t-shirt dress. Simple yet sexy, it was solid black and whispery thin. That slinky little thing hugged her every curve, and the darkly exotic flair of her long raven hair complemented the black of the dress to give her an alluring, witchy look. Perched as she was on the edge of the bed, her supple legs extending to the floor, she was pure glowing desire.

Steve and I were standing directly before her, and she was treating us to a hypnotic view of her tantalizing pussy through her sheer g-string panties. Grinning mischievously as she raised one knee at a time to smooth the fragrant cream onto her calves, she showed us just how thoroughly see-through her black g-string really was.

Mesmerized, Steve stood transfixed by the sight of her tempting pussy.

Angelina's grin grew even sexier as she continued to paint creamy fingertips up and down her flawless legs, making her golden skin glisten. Slowly caressing all the way to the tops of her thighs, she lingered very near her warm, wet treasure. She was teasing his eyes, her bewitching smile an open invitation to savor the view between her partially spread legs.

I gave her a smirk and a questioning look, as if to ask, "Panties? Really?"

Parting her thighs in response to Steve's hungry gaze feasting on her gorgeous pussy, she laughed at my dubious expression. "Oh, waaah, you big baby! Jeez, I only wore these for trying on clothes today. You know the salesgirls will sometimes insist that customers wear panties to try on certain things. That's also why I wore this dress: easy access. It goes on and off in two seconds, and it won't leave any binding marks on my skin."

After brushing her hair a final time, she slid on a pair of strappy black heels. With the way the various straps snaked up and around her slender ankles, the effect was something akin to a really wicked Vestal Virgin.

Shooting us a provocative grin, she stood and did a captivating twirl. "See? No silly VPL's...."

No, there really weren't. With her tiny g-string making only the faintest of impressions well above her smooth bottom, she appeared to be naked beneath her dress. The soft, stretchy material beautifully described her lush curves, especially where it dipped into her deep split. Twirling for us in the morning sunlight, she certainly looked like she had no panties on. Her ass was covered, yet every detail was richly evident; no skin tone showed through, and still she seemed deliciously naked.

"Feel. It's really nice..." she grinned, setting our hands on her sexy bottom.

I immediately began to fondle her incredible ass, and Steve gave it a tentative squeeze before stroking down to her thighs.

Watching as we caressed her legs and ass, she fixed us with an accusing smile. "I meant the dress, not me, you goofs."

Steve blushed, but he didn't pull his hand away; looking up, he saw that she was still smiling, so he kept stroking her. I kept at it as well, lifting the hem on one side to where I could see and feel her bare ass while also fondling her covered cheek.

"Doesn't it feel like me?" she asked, flashing another sexy grin. Encouraging us to help ourselves to her beautiful bottom, she playfully wiggled her hips.

Yes, the fabric was so soft and fine that it truly was like touching her ass. I could feel her warmth through the thin material.

"Here, too. Feel..." she smiled, leaning back against me while bringing our hands to her breasts.

"God, that's awesome," Steve said, grinning as he hefted her amazing tits.

"This is a great dress, isn't it?" she purred. Cupping her hands over ours, she had us give her firm mounds a good squeeze. As she arched her back to push her erect tips into our palms, she moved her ass in slow figure-eights against my hardening cock. Following the rhythm of her circling hips, her unrestrained breasts danced freely beneath her modest neckline. Her dress wasn't low cut at all, yet it didn't matter. Her tits looked just as naked as her ass, her nipples every bit as obvious as they were in any of her thin t-shirts.

Laughing, she twirled again for us, making her perfect breasts sway and judder spectacularly.

She was absolutely stunning.

"So, what do you think?" she giggled.

Steve just blurted out, "My god, I love your breasts. In that dress they're just...and your legs...and your beautiful hair! Angie, look at you! Fuck!"

Beaming as she stepped into his eager embrace, she brought his hands back to her ass. "I think that's your job, sweetie." Turning to give me a teasing kiss, she added a coy grin. "And what about you?"

Like some medieval lord passing judgment on a serf's request to marry off one of his daughters to the local blacksmith, I patted her dancing bottom and proclaimed, "This garment doth hereby meet my approval!"

~ ~ ~

It was late in the afternoon before the three of us finally arrived at our destination. Steve had located an unusual outdoor swap meet that specialized in all manner of theme-based clothing and accessories. There were various sombreros and ten-gallon hats on display, as well as armored suits, medieval swords, maces, shields and the like. Doing a quick scan of the place, we saw tents set up for Western wear, Goth fashions and Native American paraphernalia.

Offering something for everyone, there was an endless variety of wonderful, kitschy stuff.

"Since we're dressing me up for a Stevie Ray Vaughan concert, what do you think about maybe checking out some cowboy clothes?" she suggested.

"I don't know, baby," I said. "Stevie does blues rock, not Country and Western. He tends to dress more like Hendrix, not Hank Williams."

"Well, still, he always wears Texas things, like cowboy boots and big belt buckles. Let's at least see what we find."

"Fine by me," added Steve. "Maybe we could find you a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader outfit!" 

Laughing, we popped into the tent set up for Western wear, where right away we were pounced on by a comic-book character of a sales guy. He was dressed from head to toe in garish cowboy garb, and he made a beeline for us - well, for Angelina, anyway. 

"Howdy, folks! What might you be looking to rustle up today?" he boomed, offering his hand in greeting. "Name's Hoss," he said, shaking my hand, and yeah, the name fit. He was a big guy, loud and friendly. 

After Steve and I introduced ourselves, Angie offered her hand to him. "I'm Angelina," she smiled. Rather than shake her hand, he gently kissed it. Giggling, she curtsied for him, and we all got a kick out of the whole goofy charade.

"Charmed, lil' lady. So what can I do ya for?" he grinned, speaking to all of us at once. 

"We're looking for something really cool and sexy she can wear to a concert tonight," I explained.

"Shy and demure soccer mom sexy? High class, formal affair sexy? Or maybe roadhouse sexy?" he asked.

Grinning like idiots, Steve and I were both about to say something but Angelina beat us to the punch. "Roadhouse sexy. Definitely roadhouse sexy. I'm thinking, oh, maybe something along the lines of Dukes of Hazzard sexy. I want something drop-dead amazing that might at least give me a chance of not being ignored all night at the concert."

"Dukes of Hazzard kinda stuff, you say? Yep, I reckon we can fix you right up. Darlin', you just follow me. I got a few ideas."

Leading her away, he seemed quite pleased with his sudden good fortune.

Most of the merchandise was in the middle of the tent, lined up in rows of wooden racks. Over in the corner, next to the cashier's table, was a little booth set up to serve as a changing room. It looked like a makeshift outdoor shower stall, with Texas flag 'drapes' offering only about the same coverage as a bath towel tied around a woman's chest. The insufficient width of those flags meant there was also a good three-inch gap on either side of each drape.

"I'm thinkin' this might be a good place to start," he said, handing her a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and a thin, red and white checkered long-sleeve blouse.

Holding it up, Angelina noticed the blouse had no length to it. Hoss told her it was designed to be tied together, not buttoned.

"Looks cute," she said, heading into the changing booth. Seeing her only from the shoulders up, we all watched as she peeled off her t-shirt dress and hung it over the railing. We saw her slip on the new top, then her hands started working below our line of sight.

"Where are your mirrors?" she asked. 

"We've got just the one out here, over by the boots," said Hoss.

"Okay then, here I come...."

Sliding the drape aside, she stepped out.

Hoss let out a long whistle of approval. "Damn, darlin'!" he said, grinning from ear to ear.

Giving him a friendly smile, she went over to check herself out in the full-length mirror. As she stood stretching and turning, she wore a serious expression.

The top revealed a very nice expanse of smooth cleavage above the loosely tied knot, and it certainly showed off her tanned, perfect stomach. The Daisy Dukes were fairly revealing too, exposing a few inches of bare ass below the properly frayed edges. In addition to leaving two buttons undone she'd also folded the waistband over, making those tiny cut-offs ride enticingly low on her hips. With her g-string peeking out and her high heels showcasing her long legs, she looked absolutely incredible.

"So, what do you guys think?" she finally asked, turning to Steve and me.

"What do you think?" I responded.

Her slight frown indicated she wasn't entirely thrilled with the outfit, and sure enough she said, "It's definitely cute and everything, but I'm thinking it's maybe a little too generic, you know what I mean? This is kind of a clichéd look."

"I love it," grinned Steve. 

"But you don't, obviously," I said to her.

Shaking her head, she started to scan the racks of clothes, and it wasn't long before she seemed to lock in on something.

"I think I have an idea. This oughtta drive you guys crazy," she grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I couldn't figure out what she'd discovered, and she told Steve and me to look away for a moment because she wanted it to be a surprise. 

"Hoss, do you have these in my size?" she asked. 

"Sure thing, darlin'. Let me just check these...and here you go..." he said, over the shuffling of clothes racks. 

"Great. I'll be right out." 

We heard her move back into the changing booth. 

"You two can turn around again," she said, poking her head through the curtain. "Hoss, here, sweetie. I won't be needing these."

Though she was holding the drape in front of her, we could see her bare shoulder as she handed him the Daisy Duke outfit. She closed the drape again, but it swayed back and forth a bit before settling down. Through the opening on the right side of the drape I saw that she was completely nude except for her g-string and heels. With her back to us, she was taking something black and leathery off a hanger.

I could also see Hoss peeking in too. I didn't want to ruin his fun by letting him know that I was onto him, so I just watched him from the corner of my eye. Steve was on the other side of me, checking her out through the gap on the left side of the drape. He wasn't being the least bit subtle about it.

'Oh well, no biggie,' I thought. I knew she had to know that we could see her through those gaps, and I wanted to let her have her fun too.

I couldn't quite see what she was putting on; all I could tell was that it was solid black leather, it came down to the middle of her back, and it left her arms bare. She bent forward and began fiddling with something else; I could hear metal buckles jingling, then she called out, "Hoss, could you come in here, please? I need you to show me how this goes on."

"Be glad to," he grinned.

Eager as fuck to help, that guy! I just had to laugh, knowing Angelina had recognized and immediately pounced on a perfect opportunity to have some teasing fun with a total stranger.

Looking through the gap again, I couldn't see much since Hoss was in the way. I could only see his arms reaching around her waist and his forearms flexing, as if he was working with his hands at something in front of her. I couldn't make out what he was doing.

"Oh, so that's how it works. It goes together in the front," she said, amusement evident in her voice.

Hoss stepped out of the booth but continued to block my view of her, though I'm sure Steve must have gotten to see her since Hoss came out on my side of the drape. In fact, I know Steve saw her because he audibly gasped.

"Okay, close your eyes, I'm coming out," she giggled. We heard the drape swooshing, then the footfalls of her heels as she stepped onto the wooden flooring area that Hoss had set up in front of the full-length mirror.

"Yes, now this is more what I had in mind. Okay, boys, I'm ready for you. Go ahead, you can open your eyes now."

She was right. We definitely were no longer in Hazzard County.

"Like?" she asked disingenuously, beaming brightly. She knew damn well we would "like."

After taking a few moments to preen before the mirror, she started strutting back and forth, jingling and clackity-clacking on that wooden walkway as she checked out how the outfit moved on her.

"Now if that ain't the most beautiful sight I've ever come across...woo, lord, if you don't mind my saying so," Hoss said.

"I don't mind at all, and thank you. You done good with this one, Hoss," she grinned. Then she turned to Steve and me. "What about you two? No comments?"

"Once again, I think you rendered him utterly speechless," I said, looking towards Steve.

Like a puppy eagerly following a chew toy being waved in its face, he gave her a goofy nodding motion.

"That is completely awesome, Angie. You may have finally outdone yourself," I added.

"You really think so? I have to say, I do like this one. It's...different. It has a lot of sexy attitude, and it's really playful too." Sticking out her hip, she smacked her ass with one hand while blowing on the smoking barrel of an imaginary six-shooter in the other.

She had on exactly five items: her strappy high heels, a gold belly-chain, her sheer g-string, a black leather vest, and a set of black leather chaps!

The vest had button closures yet she'd only buttoned the very bottom one, allowing it to gape open above her sexy navel. She was showing amazing cleavage, particularly whenever she bent forward at all. After initially trying it with just the single button closed she soon unfastened that one too, letting the vest hang wide open over her gorgeous breasts as she strutted around the room.

The leather chaps had a buckle in the front that sat about six inches above her tiny panties. From behind, all we saw was black leather framing her bare ass and thighs, with only the g-string bisecting the very top of her ass before disappearing into her deep divide. Otherwise, it was nothing but smooth, golden brown skin.

She turned again to check out how it looked in the mirror. Spreading her legs, she bent at the waist and wiggled her ass the way she would when dancing. With her legs set well apart, we were treated to the sight of the g-string splitting her pretty little asshole. We could see the olive-toned crinkle on either side, but the center of her winking aperture was hidden by the narrow string. Trailing down, the string widened to where it became a totally sheer two-inch veil over her picture-perfect pussy.

As she was checking out her ass in the mirror, her firm, heavy breasts were swaying freely in her open vest; somehow, her nipples managed to remain barely covered.

Apparently satisfied, she stood and faced the mirror. 

From the front the view was less shocking, yet probably even more revealing. Her breasts were mostly out in the open, and the sight of exposed flesh included everything down to the top of her g-string. Her gold belly-chain caught the light, accentuating her bare stomach and the sensual curves of her hips. Though the chaps covered her legs and most of her hips too, they did an amazing job of framing her pussy. The stark contrast of the black leather, her tanned skin and the black of the g-string was a real eye-catcher.

Hoss, Steve and I enjoyed a clear view of her small strip of pubic hair and moist slit, both of which were plain to see through her transparent panties. We all just stood there, marveling at the sight.

"I think you can wrap this set up, Hoss. We'll take it," she grinned.

Always the queen of the understatement, our Angie!

Still grinning, she added, "I think I'll need you to help me out of these pants, though, if you wouldn't mind."

I'm fairly certain she meant for him to assist her back in the changing room, but he seemed so overcome by the entire series of events that perhaps he momentarily lost his mind. Whatever the case, he simply knelt before her right there in the middle of the tent. She looked over her shoulder at me, and with her shining eyes opened wide she brought her hand up to cover her delighted smile, as if to say, "Oh my!"

Hoss was quite understandably too busy to notice, what with his face practically buried in her pussy. After unhooking the buckles, he unzipped the legs; as she gingerly stepped out of the chaps, he slid his hands up her thighs, all the way to her ass.

'Nice move,' I thought, chuckling to myself. 'The consummate professional, always ready to assist a damsel in distress....'

So there she stood before us, posing in her sexy high heels, bottomless except for a sheer g-string.

She looked into the mirror at me, a pleased little grin playing on her lips.

Surprising us even further, Hoss stood and casually pulled the vest from her shoulders, baring her breasts as he removed her only covering.

Angelina was now almost completely nude, wearing nothing but high heels and a totally sheer g-string. For a few electric moments she allowed us all to drink in her stunning naked breasts before finally covering her nipples with her forearm. "This is certainly interesting," she said, giving us a wry grin.

A couple in their thirties walked into the tent, where they were met by the sight of my naked, grinning wife. Like a pair of deer caught in her headlights, they froze.

Rather than speak, which would have only heightened the tension, Angie just gave them a beguiling smile while sauntering back to the changing booth. Damn, her luscious ass and long, sleek legs looked amazing. After closing the drape behind her, she reached up to grab her t-shirt dress. She returned a moment later wearing that little dress...and a huge grin.

As I paid for the items, she smiled, "Thank you for everything, Hoss."

He just chuckled, "Mi casa es su casa! You folks are welcome here any ol' time!"

Once we were outside, I gave her a big, dopey grin and a warm hug. "Baby, that was incredible! Did you have even half as much fun as we did?"

Pulling us both in for a three-way Angelina sandwich hug, she laughed, "More, would be my guess! Call me crazy, but I highly doubt that either of you just had a total stranger run his fingers through your pussy as you were trying to figure out how to get into a pair of leather chaps!"

"He rubbed your pussy?" laughed Steve.

"Yes, he did, when we were in the changing room together. Remember when he took my pants off and slid his hands up my bare thighs, all the way to my ass? He tried to make it seem like it was an innocent part of helping me, but he was really just copping a feel. Well, when he was kneeling behind me in the changing room he did the same thing, only he also stroked my pussy. He was pretty obvious about it, too. Using two fingers, he gave my lips a couple of long caresses, front to back, right through my panties. While helping me with the vest, he also seemed quite happy to help himself to my naked breasts. One time, he even ran his fingertips over my nipples."




Angelina Ch. 04



Steve guffawed, "Jesus, Angie!" 

"Then there's the fact that I ended up naked in front of everyone, including two more total strangers. Yes, all in all, I think I probably had way more fun than you two did."

"What did you do when he touched you?" asked Steve, excitement bubbling in his voice.

"To be honest, I almost came on his fingers. I definitely became wet. I didn't say or do anything, though. I was having fun, so I just let him continue his little game."

I grinned, "Okay, now that you've had your sneaky little fun and scored yourself a killer outfit for tonight, do you want to keep looking?"

"We just got here, and we've only checked out one place. I say we walk around some more," she smiled.

"Yeah, let's see what these guys have..." Steve said, leading us into the Native American tent.

~ ~ ~

"Hey," said the young, beautiful Goth girl. 

Odd, to see a Goth working the Native American tent. Maybe nineteen, she had jet black hair streaked with electric blue. She looked eastern European, with the long limbs, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes of a runway model from Prague or Bucharest. She also wasn't wearing anything even remotely Native American. Instead she sported Doc Marten boots, a skintight black t-shirt, and a red and black tartan miniskirt that showed off her dangling belly-piercing.

"Whatcha guys looking for?" she asked. No introductions. 

"We're going to a concert tonight, and I'm looking for something sexy to wear," said Angie.

"What show are you going to?" 

"Stevie Ray Vaughan and Jeff Beck," Steve said.

"Cool! My boyfriend really wanted to go to that show, but he had to work tonight. Pretty fucked up, huh? So, anyway, you wanna look sexy or full-on slutty?"

"A little of both would be good," Steve grinned.

Angie punched him in the shoulder before asking the girl whether she had any suggestions.

"Yeah, maybe. Depends on how slutty you wanna go, I guess. Most people who come here, they're looking for stupid silver bracelets and shit, or maybe some Indian coffee mugs. Whatever. We haven't sold a lot of clothes since we opened this place, but we got this one outfit in the other day that kind of intrigued me. I'm thinking there aren't too many girls who would have the balls to wear it, though maybe you might."

"Now I'm intrigued too," Angie said. "Can I see it?"

"Sure, let me go grab it. I haven't even put it out for display yet. I was thinking of maybe trying it on first myself and blowing away my boyfriend with it, but now I really have to see it on you. With your amazing tits, you're perfect for this thing. C'mon, follow me."

While following her past a row of wire display racks, Angie looked back at us to giggle over the girl's bluntness.

"Here, use this, and I'll be right with you," she said, gesturing for Angie to step behind the little privacy screen she had in lieu of a changing room. It was just an opaque screen set to the rear of the tent. Anyone using it would be visible to onlookers on either side.

When the girl returned, she handed Angie a small wooden box. "Check this out."

Opening the box and peering curiously inside, Angelina plucked out what looked to be a few strips of tan lace done up in a vaguely southwestern-themed pattern. As she held it up to stretch it between her fingers, we all saw that it was see-through. It wasn't totally sheer like her g-string or the fuchsia lingerie top she'd worn that morning, but it was nowhere near opaque either. It was definitely sheer. We could see her fingers through the material, including the deep scarlet of her polished nails.

"What is it?" she asked, clearly intrigued.

"It's this wicked little top and skirt combo. You gotta see it. C'mon, let's get you undressed," the girl said, then she turned to Steve and me. "You two, stay in front of the privacy screen. If I catch you trying to check us out from the sides, I'll kick your ass!" 

She was smiling as she said it, but man, who really knew with her? 

Okay, so Angie and Eastern Euro Goth Chick went behind the screen. Actually, only Angie went behind the screen, as there really was only room for one person there.

"I'm Angelina, by the way," she said, offering the girl her hand. I guess she at least wanted to break down whatever little barriers she could. 

"Oh, shit, sorry. I'm such a retard. Hi, Angelina. Pleased to meet you. I'm Mariska."

"Mariska! What a beautiful name," smiled Angie, shaking the young girl's hand.

"Yeah, what can you do? My parents are weird. It's a cool name, I guess. Okay, let's get this show on the road. Girl, I'm dying to see you in this thing."

We all laughed at that. 

"Here, let me help you with this..." she said, not even waiting for Angie to slip out of her little t-shirt dress. She just reached down and grabbed the lower hem. "Lift..." she grinned.

Angie raised her arms, and Mariska quickly whisked the dress off. Tossing it to Steve, she made him blush when she smiled, "You look like you really want this. Can't say that I blame you."

While we could see all of Mariska, we could only make out the outline of Angie's body below her shoulders. We couldn't see any actual skin. Still, her sexy silhouette was clear as day.

Turning back to Angie, the young girl stopped short. "Jesus, Angelina, you're fucking gorgeous!" she blurted out, drinking in Angie's almost completely nude body.

"May I?" she asked, adopting an air of cloying politeness. Without bothering to wait for a response, she reached out to cup Angie's breasts. Just like petting a puppy on the nose, it was that easy for her. Amazing.

"Baby, you have the most perfect tits ever," she said, blatantly fondling Angie's bare breasts.

Angie looked like she didn't know what to do, so she just smiled and said, "Thank you. You're very pretty too."

Sliding her hands down to Angie's hips, Mariska moved into a squatting position. "Let me see the rest of you. Turn...." Just a soft command.

Angie began to turn, showing the girl her body. 

"Wait. Stop..." she said, once Angie had completed a half-turn. "I just have to..." she grinned. Leaning in, she licked Angie's thigh, beginning a trail of sensual licks, bites and kisses all the way up to her curvy bottom. After thoroughly licking through her deep crack, she took her by the ass and turned her back around, to where her gorgeous pussy was staring the sexy teen right in the face.

"These are definitely some wicked panties, but they have to go..." she said, reaching up with both hands to tug the tiny g-string down. "Girl, you smell really good," she grinned, nuzzling her face in Angie's bare pussy. "Mmmm, you're totally wet, too," she moaned playfully, using her lips and cheeks to caress the beautiful slit.

Stepping out of her panties, Angie laughed, "Of course I'm wet! What do you expect? I just met you, and you're practically fucking me already!"

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself," Mariska smirked, kissing Angie's pussy again. Slipping her tongue inside, she treated herself to a long, slow taste. When she finally pulled away, she smiled, "It's your fault, though."

Angie gave her a heedless grin. "All I did was walk in here. Three minutes later, your tongue is in my ass, you're taking my panties off, and now you're licking my naked pussy. How is this my fault?"

The young girl returned the grin. "It's your fault for being so fucking hot. What was I supposed to do?" Cupping Angie's ass, she brought her mouth back to the tempting slit.

Taking Mariska's face in both hands, my bemused wife draped a thigh over the sexy Goth's shoulder. Moaning a little as the young girl hungrily ate her pussy, Angie eventually answered, "Mmmmmm...maybe take me out to dinner first? Seduce me with champagne, sweet words and a dozen roses, then go down on me?"

She was really enjoying her new game with the beautiful teen.

Giving Angelina's divine pussy a lingering final lick, Mariska asked with a wry smile, "Do I look like the kind of girl who offers people flowers?"

Angie got a kick out of that. "No, I guess not," she laughed. "Okay, you're forgiven. Now show me how this outfit works."

Mariska stood and took the scraps of lace from Angie. "It's pretty simple. See, this is the top, and this is the bottom. You just put it on like a bikini or whatever."

"Where's the rest of the top? It looks like it's missing something," Angie said, curiously fingering the smaller piece.

"Nope. That's how it's supposed to be. You'll see, once you try it on."

As Angie studied the two pieces, a couple of teenaged boys came into the tent.

"Shit...damn it, not now..." Mariska said in a low voice, though she did go over to help them.

Angie was still playing with her little outfit, bending every which way as she tried to sort out where each piece was supposed to go. Finally, her head popped back up. "You guys are not going to believe this thing. It's just insane." Wriggling her hips, she reached down and made one last adjustment. "Okay, ready or not, here I come..." she smiled, stepping out from behind the screen.

Again, she'd understated it; what she had on was even hotter than the open vest with the bare-assed chaps.

Thoroughly enjoying our dumbfounded reactions, she gave us a sexy smile. "Guys, I know you liked the last outfit, and I love it too, but this is the one."

"Absolutely," I said. 

Steve's only response was a strangled choking sound.

Laughing, she took his hand. "Sweetie, if I wear this for you tonight, especially like this, with no panties, that should more than make up for not getting to take me to the show in those old threadbare panties and see-through top you saw me in this morning, don't you think?"

When all he could do was nod, she grinned, "I think this might even be more revealing than what you wanted me to wear. I feel naked in this."

I just gawped at her, although I did manage to speak. "Totally sexy yet still stylish, that's how you wanted us to dress you," I said, amazed at what I was seeing.

"This is exactly what I had in mind. God, you would not believe how turned on I am right now...how wet I am," she said, crossing her legs as she caressed her erect nipples.

Apparently overhearing us, one of the teenagers popped his head out from behind a rack. When he saw Angelina, he called to his buddy, "Dude! Dude! Look! You gotta look!"

"Fuck this. You guys better not steal anything," Mariska said to them before abruptly dashing out of the tent. Moments later she returned with a full-length mirror, which she set down directly in front of Angelina. "Girl, you thought I was exaggerating? Check for yourself. I swear, you're going to make me cum just from looking at you. Angelina, you're a walking orgasm."

That she was.

Still wearing her gold belly-chain and strappy heels, Angelina studied herself in the mirror. Her top, if that's what it could be called, consisted of a leather string that went around her chest, above her breasts. Secured by a tan clasp in the back, the leather string was so thin and its color matched her skin tone so well that from behind she appeared to be topless. At a quick glance, there was nothing but perfect golden skin and long, silky hair.

The front view, though...my god. If I live to be a hundred, I'll never forget that front view.

Attached to the tiny string, two lace curtains floated elegantly atop her breasts. Because they were so brief, each sheer rectangle merely draped over her nipples, reaching yet not fully covering her majestic lower swells. Their narrow width meant that they were only able to shade the center of each breast, leaving the sides completely exposed. Curving out from her chest high above her trim tummy, Angelina's perfect tits were truly bare.

Again the tan color of the curtains blended with her skin tone to make them even less noticeable. Her brownish-pink coronas showed clearly through the gossamer lace, her long, thick tips forcing the wispy material to hang even further off her breasts. The eight-inch gap between her tapered stomach and the light coverlets was just impossibly sexy.

So sweet yet brazen, those floating whispers of delicate lace were the most amazing things ever created for covering - while artfully revealing - Angelina's gorgeous breasts.

The matching lace bottoms were more of the same. Continuing the Native American theme, they were a loincloth design, with the front and back curtains floating down from another leather string encircling her waist. The front coverlet was sinfully short, extending but a scant few inches below her naked pussy. Though the rear coverlet was similar in length, it had to drape over the full sweep of her curvy bottom, so it only barely covered her ass.

At her height of a very leggy five-seven, our view was one of a seemingly endless expanse of smooth, shining thighs.

Adding to the bare skin quotient were her naked hips exposed between the front and back panels; her hips, thighs and beginning curves of her ass were all totally bare. With her high heels forcing her toned thighs to tighten and her taut, round bottom to thrust out, there was again the effect of a sheer lace curtain merely floating over the apex of her ass. Combined with her barely-there top, the overall look when viewed from the side was that other than for a tiny leather string running across her waist she was completely nude.

From the rear, her smooth heart-shaped ass and succulent pussy were easily discernible through the finely-woven lace, while the front view offered teasing glimpses of her small strip of pubic hair and glistening wet lips.

"Walk..." I said. "Let's see how it moves."

And that's what she did. She walked back and forth for a few moments, noting her exposure with each practiced step. "Okay, I want to see how well this will work in the real world," she grinned, strutting right on past the stunned teens as she exited the tent.

Once she was outside, it didn't take ten seconds before a puff of breeze lifted her weightless coverlets, baring her immaculate charms to all and sundry.

"Not very well!" she laughed, after hurrying back inside. "This one is definitely an indoors-only outfit!"

"Why? It seemed to work just fine outside," smiled Mariska.

Angie responded with a cute smirk and a flirty flipping up of her skirt.

"So, what do you think? Is it still the one for tonight?" I asked.

"Let me check one last thing..." she grinned, turning her back to the mirror while bending at the waist. With her hands on her thighs, she spread her legs and wiggled her ass, putting her wondrous little loincloth to the same dance test she'd given the chaps outfit at Hoss's place.

The thing is, unless she stood straight and tall, her lace skirt simply wasn't long enough in the back to cover her. As she leaned forward and danced for us, her shining wet pussy was on vivid display between her naked thighs and the fully exposed lower half of her mouthwatering bottom.

She was intentionally showing us her bare sex. Then, by adding just the slightest arch to her back, she showed us her inviting little pucker. Looking over her shoulder into the mirror, she cupped her ass and spread herself open all the way. Offering us everything, she let out a breathy moan.

One of the teenage boys gasped, and Steve made another strangled sound in his throat.

Standing again, she raised her arms above her head and gyrated in a circle; her moist, pouting lips and silky pubic hair were maddening to behold as they danced beneath the flitty lace.

We were all under her spell, frozen in place...hopelessly enthralled.

Well, not all of us. Mariska was still able to manage motor skills, which she proved when she moved behind Angie gyrating before the mirror. Wasting no time, she slid her hands up Angie's stomach and onto her breasts, cupping them beneath their tiny coverlets.

Angie didn't stop dancing; as the Goth beauty openly fondled her, she just covered the young girl's hands with her own. When Mariska pinched and tugged on her nipples, a moaning Angie pushed her ass against the sexy brunette, who responded by kissing her on the lips. Looping her arms around Mariska's head, Angie sucked the amazing girl's tongue deep into her mouth in a hot, furious kiss. They were simply making out in the center of the tent, wantonly groping each other while wetly smacking their lips together between bouts of frantic tongue-wrestling.

With one hand Mariska mauled Angie's breasts; the other snaked beneath her lace skirt to claim her pussy.

"Oh god..." Angie moaned when three urgent fingers slid inside and began deeply fucking her super-heated cunt.

"Cum for me...cum for me...cum for me..." implored the knowing young girl, chanting it between kisses on the mouth and hungry bites of Angie's slender neck. Angie pulled her closer by clutching the back of her head and tugging on her hair, and Mariska purred, "Mmmmmm, yes...you're almost there, baby...you want to cum...let it go for me...."

When her orgasm hit, Angie let out a long, low moan; her eyes fluttering, her stomach and thighs shuddering, she trembled in the young girl's arms. Overwhelmed by the waves of intense pleasure crashing through her body, she writhed in ecstasy, completely letting go.

She was spellbindingly beautiful.

Once she finally stopped cumming, they gently kissed, and Mariska cooed to her while carefully walking her over to us. "Here, hold her up. Don't let her fall," said the sexy imp, handing Angie back to me. "As amazing as she is, you guys can keep the outfit, no charge. Consider it my version of giving her flowers."

Angie gazed at her with soft, dreamy eyes. "God, that was incredible, and thank you for the flowers," she grinned. Turning in my arms to face the hot little minx, she gave her a warm kiss, which soon melted into a long, tender make-out kiss. As their tongues danced together, Angie lifted Mariska's tartan miniskirt to squeeze her ass and stroke her pussy, and our playful Goth's sparkling blue eyes glowed with mirth at our discovery of her bare bottom and naked, hairless slit.

Slipping two fingers inside, Angie grinned, "Mmmm, no panties, and you're as wet as I am." She made Mariska's knees buckle by driving deep into her sweet young pussy; thrusting hard, corkscrewing in and out, simply ravaging that gorgeous little honey pot, she fucked the lissome teen for a solid couple of minutes before bringing her glistening fingers to their mouths so they could both enjoy a taste.

"Anytime, Angelina...anytime..." breathed the exotic beauty, once they were done.

Still holding Angie's black dress, Steve went to retrieve her panties from behind the privacy screen. He brought the clothes to Mariska, who folded them in the small wooden box that came with the lace outfit. Handing it to him, she wrote something on a piece of scratch paper and slipped it inside the box, making sure that Angie saw her do it.

After a final hot kiss goodbye, Mariska whispered in her ear, "Call me."

~ ~ ~

Compared to what had already happened that day, the actual concert experience that night was fairly low key for Angelina.

"Okay, last chance, you two...panties, or no panties?" she asked, smiling coyly. We were sitting in my car in the parking lot of the L.A. Sports Arena, and she was discreetly caressing her bare pussy for me.

"Do you even have to ask?" I laughed, watching as she slid two fingers deep into her gorgeous sex.

"God, Dan, you are so bad," she said, slowly fucking herself. Giving me a sexy grin, she turned to Steve in the back seat. "And what about you, Mister Conspicuously Silent Guy? You still have my panties. Now that we're here, how do you want me?"

"I was the one hoping you would go naked tonight, remember? I think you know what I want to see," he grinned.

"Mmmm, I think I do," she cooed, happily hugging my arm, and we started to get out of the car.




Angelina Ch. 04



Never one to miss an opportunity, Sir Galahad, a.k.a. the newly perpetually horny Steve, made sure to hop out first and open her door for her.

"Why thank you, kind sir," she said, offering her hand. Looking him straight in the eye, she slowly slid one leg out and placed her high-heeled foot on the ground. Once she was certain she had snared him, she brought her other leg around before allowing him to help her from the car.

"Did that work for you?" she smiled, giving him a suggestive kiss on the neck.

"That definitely worked for me. God, Angie," he grinned, slipping his hand around her bare waist.

"Oooh, you're bad too. Baby, what am I going to do with you?" She said it with such affection that he blushed, then she pressed her body to his while kissing him on the lips. "Thank you for making today so wonderful for me," she said in a soft, sexy voice, kissing him again. When she finished their steamy kiss, she breathed into his mouth, "I want to make tonight just as wonderful for you."

Despite Angelina's earlier jokes that she might be neglected during the show, it turned out that she was every bit as into the concert as we were. During the fast songs she danced in front of her seat, her breasts bouncing wildly, her ass cavorting against our hard cocks. During the slower blues numbers she pulled our arms around her waist and gently swayed against us, careless of the fact that her skirt was riding up. She just circled her bare ass against us while holding our hands to her breasts. Trading partners every few songs, she would hook her arms behind our heads, the same way she had with Mariska, then she'd nuzzle our necks or simply make out with us. Our hands on her writhing stomach and bare tits were making her so crazy that she eventually turned to face us; as she hotly moaned into our mouths, she ground her naked pussy on our erections. Pressing her nipples to our chests, she kept reaching down to stroke us through our pants before switching back to grind our dicks with her pussy.

She just wouldn't let us stop touching her.

During one quieter moment of the show she started blatantly sliding the deep channel of her ass up and down my hard-on. With her hands holding mine to her breasts, she leaned back to grin, "I can't stop thinking about the way you fucked me this morning. Mmmm, you just pushed your thick cock straight up my ass...."

She was still flying.

"What about you, baby?" I countered, returning her grin. "You let a girl you don't even know eat you, fuck you and make you cum, right in front of Steve and those two other guys. At least when I fucked you this morning we tried to keep it hidden from Steve."

"I couldn't help it. I don't think I have ever been hornier than I've been all day today. It started last night, then you fucked me in front of him this morning, plus I came when he was holding me up by my ass in the kitchen. Baby, I can't stop cumming today. All I want to do is fuck, and keep cumming. God, I wish you would've fucked me when we were at Mariska's place."

I gave her a teasing grin. "Now wait a minute. I'm confused. If you're totally okay with the idea of people watching us fuck, why did we have to keep it a secret from Steve this morning?"

"I guess it was just force of habit, since he's always been so shy."

"Yet you were ready to let him watch us in Mariska's tent."

"I was, definitely. I was ready before we even got out of bed this morning. When you started sucking my bare breasts in front of him, you could have gone ahead and done anything you wanted to me. By that point I would've let you fuck me right out in the open, even with him sitting there watching."

"Speaking of Steve being so shy, you still haven't told me what happened when you went to tuck him in last night."

"Mmmmmm, god, it was so nice. Nothing really major happened, at least not like what we did today, yet everything between us changed last night. We both discovered some important things about ourselves. I discovered that I really love showing myself to him. I absolutely can't get enough of how he craves the sight of my body. The way he looks at me, it just makes me want to be naked for him. He discovered that it was okay to open up to me, to let me know how he feels, and even to touch me. Everything we did last night felt so amazing."

Smiling wickedly, she breathed in my ear, "I also realized how much I love to feel his rock-hard cock in my bare ass. Even better, I discovered that I love the feeling of his hands pushing down on my ass, making his cock go as deep as it can inside my wet, naked pussy...."

Laughing, I whispered, "You already fucked him? You just said that nothing major happened last night!"

"Baby, he was wearing sweatpants. He was always covered, so he couldn't get it in very far. Still, at one point he did manage to drive a few inches inside and fuck me. I nearly screamed, and I definitely came. Well, of course I had to get him back. So, a little later, just when he thought I was going to leave for the night, I teased him like crazy. I jumped on him and gave him a lap dance, grinding right on his covered cock again, soaking his sweats by sliding my wet pussy up and down the length of his hard-on. It was all just innocent play-fighting, but it felt so good to know that he was hard because of me. I loved letting him see me and feel me."

"You told him this morning that you'd go nude for him soon. It sounds like you already did, last night."

"No, not completely. I always had my wrap on, at least somewhat. Still, as we were shifting around and snuggling, and especially when we were kissing, I know he got an awful lot of good peeks. I made it easy for him to see my naked bottom, and he certainly saw my breasts."

"Did you let him see your pussy?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe a little, when I was grinding on top of him. My robe came open a lot, and once we began making out I just left it open. I really don't know. He probably saw my pubic hair, but I know he never really saw my pussy, at least not last night. He definitely saw it today, though. You all saw everything today."

"No doubt, especially when you were dancing in front of Mariska's mirror, and again when you were getting out of the car. You totally showed it to us when you were putting the lotion on your legs this morning, too. Jesus, you were incredible."

With a small grin playing on her gorgeous lips, she looked into my eyes. "You're sure you don't mind? We went awfully far, showing me off like that. Baby, I let Steve see my pussy a lot today."

Hugging her tightly, I kissed the side of her head. "You loved it, so I loved it. Always remember, that's how it works with me. Anyway, was it fun for you last night, playing with him that way? I mean was it hot for you too, and not just for him?"

"Oh, god yes, it was amazing. You really set me off when you told me to start a fire for him. Knowing you wanted me to go out there and let him see me naked in my robe, that changed everything."

"You must have looked absolutely breathtaking."

"He certainly got to see me the way he wanted, that's for sure. I started off just having fun and teasing. I was enjoying letting him look at me, but as things kept happening I became seriously turned on. Yes, it was definitely hot for me. I knew he was excited because he was just so hard the whole time. By the end of the night I was wishing he'd ditched those sweatpants, especially after he jammed himself inside me."

She turned to me with a much more serious expression. "Baby, how far do you want this to go? He easily could have fucked me last night. All he had to do was slip his sweatpants off, like I asked him to; he could've simply tugged them down a little, and even that would have been enough. The thing is, it's not just that I would have let him fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me. Then, today, I've been so turned on that if you would have pushed it at all, I would've let you both fuck me together. He and I were making out the entire time you were fucking me this morning, and I really wanted him to join in. God, I was dying to pull his dick out and suck it when you were doing me from behind. As you were fucking my ass, I wanted him in my pussy, taking the two of you at the same time. Once I was finally sitting up in bed, showing him every inch of me except my pussy, I wanted to toss the sheet aside and spread my legs for him. I wanted you both to take me in the kitchen, and again in Mariska's tent. Christ, this whole concert I've been grinding my bare ass and naked pussy against your hard cocks! I don't know how to make it any more obvious that I want you both to fuck me, right here, right now. I want so badly to be fucked, it's driving me insane. I've never been this continually turned on, so I need you to tell me what you want. Am I only supposed to tease him and make out with him, or can we go all the way?"

"Angie, you know I'm fine with whatever you want to do. We both know you can't just keep teasing him, as if that's all I'll allow. Not only would that be unfair and stupid, it'd be cruel. As badly as you two want each other, you'll lose your minds if you don't go all the way. Baby, you don't need to fight it. Go ahead and take him, and enjoy it. Have all the sex you want with him, then he'll really worship you."

She gave me a penetrating smile. "Since we've been building up to this for years, you figure it's inevitable now, and you're fine with it...as long as it's only Steve."

I pinched her nipples, making her let out a cute yelp. Holding them mock-threateningly, I shot her an evil smirk. "Yes, as long as it's only Steve, I'm fine with it. Why, is there someone else you want to fuck?"

"Yes, absolutely, there is one other person I'm dying to fuck," she said, shooting me a lascivious grin.

"Oh really? Is it that guy at your work who's always hitting on you, the one you said was ridiculously hot? Craig, or Greg, something like that?"

"Hmmm, okay, him too!" she laughed. "Seriously, though, no, I'm not talking about Greg. You're not even getting warm with that pick."

"The hell I'm not. After everything you've told me about how gorgeous he is and how much you two love flirting with each other, don't act like you wouldn't love to fuck this Greg guy too," I said, and we both laughed.

"Fine then, yes, of course I would," she admitted, "but he's definitely not the one I'm talking about, and I have no plans whatsoever to have sex with him. I promise you, that will never happen."

"Okay, so who is it?"

She shot me a triumphant grin. "It's Mariska. God, I want to fuck that girl. Besides her, though, no, there's no one else. It's only you and Steve. I won't be greedy."

The music became loud again, to a point that we could no longer hear each other. Flashing me a happy smile, she went back to taking turns dancing with us, offering us every opportunity and all the encouragement in the world to enjoy the sensual perfection of her gorgeous naked body.

When the concert was over, we decided to find a club where we could dance; or, rather, where she could dance, and we could watch. Neither Steve nor I could dance worth a lick but she loved to dance, so we were just going to have to suffer through letting an extraordinarily beautiful, sexy woman dance for us.

Or something like that, anyway. Really, that was always the point of it; she would dance for us, not with us.

Also, both Steve and Angelina enjoyed their wine on social occasions. The nice thing about the wine was that while Angie never drank enough to become even remotely drunk, she did savor the warm feeling she would get after having a couple of glasses. The fact that drinking a little wine also made her feel even sexier and more turned on, well, I wasn't about to complain.

We chose a little bar on the beach that featured live jazz. Although most of the seating was inside, there was additional seating on the patio. Beyond the open patio area was a low wall with benches where people could sit and watch the ocean. It was a slow night, so there were only a few couples sitting outside, and we grabbed a table.

Angie sat with her legs crossed in an armless chair; her position forced the front flap of her lacy loincloth to float atop her lap, exposing her smooth thigh all the way to her hip. When she leaned back, a slight breeze kicked up, fluttering her coverlets. For a brief moment we were treated to the sight of her bare breasts, including her fully erect nipples.

Getting up to move over to Steve, she perched herself sideways in his lap. Before she sat down, however, she lifted the rear flap of her lace skirt, making sure his thin pants would again be the only thing between his cock and her naked pussy.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned in to nuzzle his chin. "Scratchy," she smiled. "I'll have to be careful not to get rug burn."

We all laughed, and she snuggled against him, shifting her ass around as she settled in. Giving him a warm kiss, she grinned, "Mmmm, I think I could really get used to this."

"'This,' what?" he asked, returning her grin.

"This, baby...having no panties on...feeling you pressing against me through your pants. This is just like last night," she said, leaning in for another kiss.

She gave me a furtive glance and a sexy smile before turning her attention back to him. "Baby, do you mind having me in your lap like this?" she asked, staring into his eyes between kisses.

He looked at me.

"If you don't mind her being there, it's fine with me," I said, reaching over to caress her naked hip. "Consider yourself very fortunate. I sure would."

With a loopy grin and a shake of his head, he slid his hand up to her breast. His other hand moved from the table to her bare thigh, well inside the lace flap. His fingertips were maybe four inches from her pussy, so he had to be feeling her heat.

"I guess you don't mind," she grinned, happily hugging herself into him. "Mmmm, you're nice and hard for me again. It's pressing against my ass. I can feel its warmth." Giving him a deep tongue-kiss, she did these maddeningly sexy little circles on his cock while whispering, "What is it that has you so turned on tonight? Is it because you're touching my breast? Go ahead, baby, touch me. I won't stop you." Still grinding in his lap, she breathed, "Or maybe it's your hand on my thigh, so close to my wet pussy. Can you feel me drenching your cock? Is that why you're so hard?"

Seemingly about ready to blow, he was temporarily saved by a waiter coming to our table. Once the waiter headed back inside, Angelina offered Steve her hand. "Dance with me?"

Again, he looked at me. 

"Go ahead," I said. "I'll just enjoy the view."

"Yes, you will. Be ready..." she added, leaning over to whisper it in my ear.

They moved to the dance floor, only a few feet from me. The three other couples sharing the patio with us sat quietly chatting at their tables.

Twenty yards away, down near the little wall in the sand, the occasional bicyclist or rollerblader went whooshing by. There were only a few late strollers out, and the benches built into the low wall were empty. It was a perfect night at the beach, with just a light breeze stirring the palm trees.

"Have you enjoyed your evening so far?" she smiled, looking up into Steve's eyes as they held each other on the cozy little dance floor. Her arms were draped around his neck while his were wrapped around her waist.

"Couldn't be better, Angie. This whole day, these last couple of days, they couldn't have been better. If I didn't love you already, I sure would love you now. I'd be a complete goner!"

We all laughed, then the thought occurred to me that he probably didn't even realize just how far he had come with her, and in such a short time. She clearly did, though. She knew that he never could have been so candid with her before; loving the change in him, reveling in his newfound openness, it seemed to inspire her.

"You mean you're not already a complete goner?" she asked, affecting a fake pout. "Sweetie, you sure are a tough nut to crack. What does a girl have to do to break through your hard shell?" Pressing her pussy against him, she felt his obvious erection. "Mmmm, your very hard shell..." she smiled, seductively grinding on his jutting bulge.

Grinding right back, he gave her a big grin. "What makes you think you haven't already?"

"Well, for one thing, you still haven't asked me yet," she smiled, pulling him in for a long, tongue-lashing kiss. As they stood openly making out on the dance floor, she reached down to stroke his cock.

"Asked you what yet?" he panted, when she finally leaned back to look into his eyes.

"Last night I said I'd do anything for you, anything at all...whatever you asked of me. Remember?"

"Vaguely," he said, with a little grin.

She bit his ear in protest.

"Hey! C'mon, give a guy a break!" he laughed. "I was struggling big time there! Look where you had me! Look what you were doing to me!"

"Me? Doing to you? Sweetie, correct me if I'm wrong, but who was it that specifically requested I wear my pink nightie to tuck him in, knowing I had no panties on?"

"Umm, that was me."

"Yes, it was. And who ran his fingers all the way through my bare ass after requesting I wear something for 'snuggle time' that would give him total access to my naked bottom?"

"Was that also me?" he laughed again.

She grinned happily. "Why yes, it was. You wanted to see me, and you know my pink nightie may as well not even be there, for all the difference it makes when you touch me. So, of course, who took advantage of that opportunity by squeezing and thoroughly exploring my completely bare bottom, not to mention what you did to my naked breasts."

"Okay, that was also me, but you had it coming."

"Oh, I did? Now you sound like Mariska."

We all laughed at that.

Beaming brightly, she pressed on. "So, okay, since I had it coming, is that why you decided to ram your hard cock inside my wet, welcoming pussy?"

There it was. She'd put it right out there in the open, and I wondered what he would do.

Hugging her close, he kissed her hair. "Well, like I said, you had it coming. From the moment I came back from the bathroom in my sweats and there you were, leaning into the fireplace, I wanted to attack you."

She smiled softly. "You noticed that? Did you like what you saw, baby? Knowing a tiny wisp of silk was the only thing preventing you from seeing my bare pussy, did my ass look tempting?"

"Fuck yes, I noticed. Your ass looked incredible, especially the way it was swaying back and forth so sexily. God, I wanted to see it. I was so close."

"Could you see anything? I mean really see anything?"

"Right then? No, not exactly. Later, though, when you were standing and facing the fire, yeah, I could see...well, you know."

"What, Steve? What could you see then? Tell me."

"Your pussy lips, Angie. I could see the silhouette of your pussy lips in that gorgeous gap at the top of your thighs. I about died."

"You didn't say anything, baby. Not a word. You gave no sign that you even noticed how I was dressed."

"Well, I wouldn't say I gave no sign. C'mon, you saw the way I had to move away from your face, you know, when you had it right next to me."

"Next to you? You mean next to your hard cock? That was all you I was seeing, wasn't it? Because of your sweats, and also because of how dark it was, I wasn't really sure."

"You had your hand on it, and you were even squeezing it! You were pressing your lips and blowing your hot breath right on my dick!"

"I was not! I was just lying there minding my own business, happily snuggling with you while watching TV," she grinned, all purity and innocence.

"Minding your own business, yeah, sure, with your perfect ass totally uncovered! Were you minding your own business when you let your incredible nipples pop out into the open? I suppose you were also just minding your own business by pressing your naked pussy against me, even after I scooted back to give you more room."




Angelina Ch. 04



Her smile was positively dazzling. "So that's why you finally decided to fuck me? You wanted to punish me?" 

"No, seriously, I wanted to scream and get away. I was totally freaking out, and it just sort of happened that way. I didn't mean to touch your bare bottom, I swear. I definitely didn't mean to bump into you like that."

"Baby, maybe you just 'bumped into me' those first couple of times. That last one, you didn't just bump into me. You lined up your hungry cock and fucked my pussy with it. You guided my ass right down onto the head of your huge erection and drove inside me as hard as you could. If it weren't for those damn sweatpants you would have slid in all the way, and you know what? I would have let you. I would have spread my legs and let you fuck me all night long.

"Steve, how do you think you slid into me so easily, even with your sweats in the way? I was dripping wet, baby, that's how. I wanted you to fuck me."

"You would have had sex with me? For real?"

"Yes, sweetie, for real. You could have had me - all of me. You know I wanted you to take your pants off. I even tried to take them off myself, and you stopped me. Then, after you switched to your sweats, I told you that I wished you would just take them off and properly snuggle me.

"What did you think I meant? I had no panties on, and I was pressing my wet pussy right onto your erection. I wanted you to fuck me. I was asking you to fuck me.

"Baby, I didn't plan it that way. I wasn't trying to seduce you, but things just happened. All I knew was that you were touching my breasts and caressing my bare ass, then your cock was going inside me, and it was so amazing. I wouldn't have said no. I love you, and I meant it when I told you that I will never say no to you about anything."

"I know you said that, Angie. Really, I did hear you. I just didn't realize that when you were saying 'anything' you literally meant, you know...everything. I thought you only meant seeing your body."

"No, honey, I meant you can have anything you want from me. That really does mean anything and, yes, everything. Whether we're staying at home or going out, I'll wear whatever you want. If you want me naked when we're together, then I will be. Any part of me that you ever want to touch or kiss, just do it. Whenever you want me to suck your gorgeous dick, all you have to do is let me. Believe me, I will happily suck your long, rock-hard cock every chance I get. I promise you, I'll drink as much cum as you can give me. I want you to paint my face, and I want to wear it on my breasts. And if you want to fuck me, please, fuck me. If you want to take my ass, go ahead, slide your wonderful cock inside my tight little bottom. Fuck me until I scream. Fuck me any way you want, anywhere you want, anytime you want. You never have to ask, because the answer will always be yes. I want to feel your hot cum flooding my pussy and shooting deep in my ass. I want your cock, and I want you to have every inch of me.

"Baby, I'm being this explicit so you'll understand that anything and everything is exactly what I meant." 

Turning to face me, she made it clear that what she was about to say was meant for the two of us. "Dan, as I told Steve last night, I'm here for both of you. Anything you want, I'll do it. I know we were only joking this morning in the kitchen, but I'm telling you now that I really do want to be your cum slut. I want you both to fuck me every day, as often as you want, any way you like. When we're snuggling together and watching movies, or sunbathing by the pool, or camping at the lake, or even when I'm simply cooking breakfast, just take me. Anytime you see me in bed, climb under the covers and make love to me. If you catch me in the shower, jump right in, and let's fuck our brains out.

"That's it. Just make love with me. I'm all yours." 

Blinking a few times, Steve simply stared at her. 

With a warm gleam in her eyes, she smiled at his look of astonishment. "You really do love seeing my body, don't you? You're not just teasing me, right?" 

He couldn't help but laugh. "Jesus, Angie, no, I'm not just teasing! Are you joking?"

Grinning, she shook her head. "No, I'm not joking. I'm asking. Do you truly love my body? Do you really want me?"

Gently grasping her hands, he held her at arm's length. Finally, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Yes, I truly love your body. From your exquisite legs to your incredible ass to your awe-inspiring breasts, you have the body of a goddess. I worship your magical, flawless face. I love your amazing eyes, and your long, shiny hair is just too gorgeous. I love your elegant hands, slender arms and perfect belly button. I love your warm, silky voice, especially your sweet laughter. I have always loved seeing your body, and I've always wanted to see even more. You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world to me.

"God, I love every single thing about you. I dream about you at night, and when I wake up in the morning all I can think about is seeing you again. Yes, I want you like crazy. I have constant daydreams about your impossibly sexy body, your soft lips...your angel's voice breathing in my ear. You're even a great friend. You really do mean everything in the world to me."

He paused to look down. Gathering himself, he returned his gaze to her enchanting eyes. "Don't you know that I'm in love with you? I mean madly, deeply, hopelessly in love with you? From the very first day we met, back when we were still kids, you were the only girl I ever wanted, and that's never changed. Angie, I've always been in love with you. Couldn't you tell? All this time, didn't you know?"

"Oh god, baby," she whispered, her joyous eyes filled to overflowing, and she kissed him ever so softly on the lips. Hugging him with all her love, she stood trembling in his arms; when she finally pulled away, sweet tears glistened on her beautiful face. 

"Take my top off," she said, simply.

He gave her a questioning look.

Turning, she offered him the clasp of her tiny string. "Take my top off. Do it. I want you to."

Hesitantly, he undid her top, and it floated gently to the dance floor.

Turning back to face him, her smile was pure radiance as she brought his hands to her bare breasts. Kissing him again, she whispered, "Now take my skirt off. Make me naked for you."

He was in a panic. There were people all around us, and at least some of them had to be watching.

Taking his hands again, she slid them beneath the wispy rear drape of her skirt, directly onto her bare bottom. Right away he began cupping and squeezing her gorgeous cheeks, and she whispered, "Yes, touch me...touch me the way you did last night." Hooking her arms around his neck, she danced her hips for him; as he fondled her supple curves, she pressed her pussy against him. "Mmmmmm, you're still so hard for me," she moaned. "Do it, baby. Make me naked. I want to be completely nude for you, right here in your arms. Please, take my skirt off."

Though he was clearly nervous, he found the clasp and unsnapped it. Her lace skirt fluttered to her feet, and she daintily stepped out of it.

Naked as the day she was born, she stood before him. After nearly a lifetime together, Angelina was offering herself to Steve.

"Look at me now, the way you've always wanted to," she smiled. "Really look at me, baby. Make love to me with your eyes."

She waited until he was staring between her legs before slipping her fingers into her pussy to spread her lips for him. "Because of you, I'm dripping wet," she whispered. Trailing her fingertips up her body, she continued, "Look how hard you've made my nipples."

Beneath the flickering reds, blues and greens of electric candlelight illuminating the dance floor, her belly chain shone golden against her smooth skin. Holding her slender arms at her sides, she wasn't hiding anything; knowing Angelina, she didn't care that others might be watching. She wanted to be naked for us, herself included, and that was all that mattered.

Unable even to blink, Steve simply stood in awe of her heavenly beauty.

With a luminous look of hope and passion, she held out her arms; he moved into her tender embrace, and they kissed as lovers. Moaning into his mouth, she reached down to grasp his cock. Gently stroking it, she whispered, "Mmmmmm, you're always so hard." After a long, perfect sigh, she stared up into his eyes. "Tonight I want you to show me how much you love me."

Dropping his hands to her hips, he slipped one into the sweet cleft of her ass. She turned, letting me watch as he pressed two fingertips to her tight little star. Moaning hotly, she pushed back against his fingers, but he slid them down, until they brushed her shining wet sex.

The moment he touched her pussy, she came; it was a shuddering climax that covered his hand in clear cum. Shaking in his arms while gasping against his chest, she rode out her magnificent orgasm on trembling, unsteady legs.

Once she'd regained her balance, she leaned down to slip off her heels. Shooting us a predatory grin, she took his hand and led him across the sand, straight to a low bench beside the curving walkway. Oblivious to anything else going on around them, she quickly tore open his pants and pulled out his cock before climbing up to straddle him.

Leaving a couple of twenties on the table, I collected her discarded clothing and walked across the sand.

She had a knee on either side of his thighs, her glistening slit poised above his solid, menacing shaft. Slowly lowering her hips, the intensity of her beautiful moan trebled with each penetrating inch, until at last she had taken him all the way inside her silken pussy. Arching her back, she leaned forward to drape her arms around his neck.

Finally, she was being well and truly fucked by the full length of Steve's bare cock. Gasping with joy, she began riding him, alternating between grinding hip-circles and long, deeply satisfying descents. At first he was just gently squeezing her ass, letting her control the pace, until suddenly he started slamming into her.

"Yes! Fuck me!" she cried out.

When Steve saw me approaching, he smiled deliriously. Laughing at his blissed-out expression, I brought my finger to my lips, giving him the sign to keep quiet.

He returned his attention to Angelina, and what an incredible sight she was. Rapturously grinding away in his lap, her proud breasts thrusting toward the night sky, she had fully given herself over to the ecstasy of making love for the first time with her forever friend.

I touched a lock of her dancing hair; stiffening, she immediately stopped moving. A heartbeat later, she nuzzled my hand with her cheek and started grinding again. Grinning to myself as I leaned down to kiss her writhing bottom, I slid two fingers deep into her gorgeous ass.

With a wild, sexy moan she completely let go, her body quaking and her back arching sharply as she rode out another crushing orgasm. Finally, she turned to look over her shoulder. Brushing her lips across the top of my hand, she gave me a soft smile while purring, "Hi, baby...."

~the end~

Though here we conclude this series, Angelina's story continues in "Sisters."

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