Cindy finally broke my concentration, “I’m glad you got off work early. How long can you stay?”
“You have me as long as you want. I can’t think of a better place to be than right here.”
Stacy interrupted, “As long as we want? I think you’re pretty long enough!”, and laughed.
“Stop it Stace! Do you always have to be so… ugh!”
“That’s okay… I’m a big boy… I can handle a little teasing.”
Stacy started to respond, but glanced at Cindy and decided to let it go. She grabbed her sunglasses from the table and put them on. I could no longer tell what she was looking at through the dark lenses.
“Have you had any lunch? I could make you a sandwich if you’d like.” Cindy was always so considerate.
“Thank you. Maybe in a bit… I shouldn’t drink too much on an empty stomach. Those carrots were really good… do you mind?” Cindy just raised one eyebrow and smiled, then gestured for me to help myself.
My chair was on the pool side of Cindy, Stacy was lying down on the far chaise, the table holding the pitcher of margaritas and the platter of carrots in-between. I had to stand and bend over Cindy to reach the table, and when I did my dick nearly poked out the leg of my wet boxers. Stacy was looking my way, but her sunglasses blocked me from seeing if she noticed. Cindy must have, though, as she ran her hand up the back of my leg as I grabbed a couple of carrots. “I’m glad you forgot your swim trunks. I like those on you.” She was staring right at my dick.
I sat back down and nibbled on one of the carrots. “These are really good, but they just don’t taste the same without that glaze.” They both giggled. After a bit of small talk, they both laid back to soak up the sun (and show off their nearly-naked bodies).
Stacy grabbed the baby oil and squirted some on her tummy. She ran her hands through it and started rubbing it on her arms, then her shoulders. She turned her head my way and I swear she was staring at the lump in my boxers as she worked her hand down from her shoulders to above her bikini top. I glanced over and Cindy was sunning with her eyes closed. I returned my gaze towards Stacy, and stared directly at her tits as she rubbed the oil closer to her top. She returned her hands to her tummy and rubbed the oil downwards to her panty line, then back up to her chest. She pulled the strings down off her shoulders to the sides, and folded the top of her bikini down until I could almost see the edges of her large areolas, and rubbed oil all over the upper parts of her little round breasts. The whole time she was staring my way; either at my eyes fixated on her partially exposed titties, or at the bulge down the leg of my wet boxers.
I flexed my cock and it jumped under the material. Stacy let out a small gasp and she stopped rubbing the oil for a moment. Cindy opened her eyes and glanced over at Stacy, and Stacy continued to apply the oil, then pulled her top back in place. Cindy looked over at me, but I had pulled the towel over my legs as though I was trying to dry myself off, and it covered the lump in my boxers.
After a moment, Stacy suddenly stood up, grabbed the empty pitcher and the tray of carrots, and walked towards the house, “It’s refill time!”
I immediately felt guilty for flirting with Stacy right under the nose of Cindy. I couldn’t help it, the way she was showing off the tops of her breasts, especially after what had happened before. I wondered if Stacy had the same feelings. My partial erection faded quickly.
“Would you like me to rub some baby oil on you?”
“I would absolutely love that,” Cindy replied, and flashed a wide smile.
She was so beautiful. Her long platinum blonde hair was tied behind her head…she somehow looked more exotic like this, especially laying there in such a skimpy bikini. I wondered where the girls got these R-rated bikinis at the mall. Neither could wear them at a public pool, and Cindy’s was so tiny that an average girl would have to shave to avoid their pubic hair from showing. Cindy had no such problem though… her sparse bush was completely covered by the small triangle of fabric.
I poured some oil on Cindy’s tummy, and rubbed it all over her tight stomach and down to her bikini line. The thin straps from her bikini bottoms ran across her hipbones, suspending the fabric across her tummy, so I could see a bit under to the top of her little mound. The white material was so thin I could see the lines of her lips, forming a perfect little cameltoe. I ran my hands up her tummy and over her rib cage, up to her bikini top. Working my hands around her thin top, I could clearly see the color and shape of her budding nipples pushing up the fabric.
I continued rubbing oil over her arms, her thighs, her feet… it turned into a very sexual body massage. I was really getting into massaging her petite body when Stacy returned. She brought a full pitcher of margaritas and a refreshed platter of carrots. I was massaging Cindy’s feet and legs when Stacy set down the platter and refilled our glasses. “That looks like fun! I hope I can join in.”
“You’ll have to wait your turn,” Cindy replied, and turned over on the chaise so I could rub her back. As she turned she noticed the platter of carrots, and stopped short. She leaned closer to the table and gasped, “Oh my god, Stace…”
Stacy just smiled back at her and poured herself another margarita from the pitcher.
I looked closer at the platter. More carrots were added, and they all were wet with ‘glaze’.
I reached over Cindy to grab a carrot, “You found more hash oil?”
“You said you liked it, so I searched around and found some in her closet.” Cindy mumbled, “oh my god…” again under her breath, and stared at Stacy, then shook her head slightly and laid face-down on the chaise.
I raised a carrot up to my nose and inhaled.
…… that is definitely Stacy
I stared at Stacy as I sucked the carrot clean. Her lips parted slightly and she inhaled deeply as she watched me. I couldn’t tell if she realized I knew. I looked down at her crotch to see if there was any sign of wetness, but her legs covered it. I squeezed out some oil onto Cindy’s back and started rubbing it in, working it over her shoulders and down to the crack of her little bubble butt, which was partially showing above her micro bottoms. I slid a finger under her suit a little ways down between her cheeks. Cindy just giggled.
Stacy was watching the whole time, closely following my every move. When I poured oil on Cindy’s legs, Stacy sat up and turned to face us. I rubbed the oil down her legs and massaged her feet, then up her thighs, and worked on each leg with both hands.
Cindy spread her legs apart a little so I had better access to her upper thighs, and I had a better view as well. I noticed Stacy also opened her legs a little as she watched us, and I now had a good view between her thighs of her tiny red bikini bottoms. I blatantly stared right at her crotch. The center area was darker… definitely wet.
I worked the oil up around Cindy’s ass, and down between her legs. I was trying to not get aroused, but did I want to arouse Cindy with the massage. I thought it was working on Cindy, but Stacy was obviously enjoying it as well. She reached over and untied Cindy’s top, “You don’t want tan lines!”