I didn’t want to compete with my own father over a girl or even both girls. Because he’d met Crystal first, I made it a point to sit next to Trish at dinner. I didn’t mind at all when the gorgeous woman started to respond to some of our conversation with flirty gestures, such as a touch or stroking my arm in a caring manner. I replied in kind.
At one point, I watched Crystal put her arm around my father’s shoulders in an affectionate gesture. I thought he’d dissolve into a puddle of besotted male. And then, Trish duplicated the move on me, and even kissed me when I turned to her. Another ‘Wow!’ moment for the evening. I was liking Trish as much as I did Crystal.
Midway through the meal, the two women changed seats. Ostensibly, it was so that Crystal could talk to me about my work with computer security, and so that Trish could talk more to Ross about his work more than the cursory remarks he’d shared earlier.
That subterfuge was really so each woman could be in physical touch with a different male, not that they hadn’t liked the previous company. I discerned this later when I thought about the entire evening. They each liked both of us.
Crystal sat snugly against me, and allowed her left hand to rest on my right thigh. Well, it rested there for sixty seconds, and then she started to stroke my leg in a very affectionate and sensuous manner. From the look on my dad’s face, I could only assume that Trish was doing something similar. Crystal’s strokes were making me hard, and I hoped I wasn’t going to get embarrassed if she happened to allow her hand to travel higher up my body.
I babbled about my job, sometimes repeating things I’d told her over our lunch earlier in the day. She didn’t care. I listened to her tell some stories about being a flight attendant — situations that arose during various trips or comments about a city she visited somewhere in the world. Her humor came along with the stories.
We eventually declared the meal finished. The four of us made quick work of the few leftovers and cleaned up the table and kitchen. I did note that the sisters had a brief aside with one another.
I got out some of my father’s liqueurs. I poured a small glass of Grand Marnier and took a sip. I then turned Crystal to me and made it clear that I wanted to kiss her. She smiled and leaned forward into the kiss.
As we kissed, I wormed my tongue into her mouth and she moaned. I then squirted the Grand Marnier from my mouth into hers. She groaned loudly and really got into the kiss by yanking me closer. She pressed her whole body against mine; there was no pretense that this wasn’t sexual in many ways. Hell, she was still wearing that paisley bikini that her body filled out in the nicest of ways.
We separated and we both had stars in our eyes for each other. Ross and Trish were a few feet away staring at us. He at least had his arm around her, which I took as a sign that he was getting more relaxed with the social situation. Maybe I was the guy that needed a wingman.
Trish came over to me and nudged her sister out of the way with her hip. “Me next,” she insisted with a grin at me.
I took the glass again, and took a sip. I didn’t have to gesture to Trish about wanting a kiss. She was right there, and we quickly got into a hot French kiss along with a clutch that pulled our bodies tightly together.
The liquid kiss, that I’d learned about in a book, and my sharing the liqueur with Trish produced a near orgasmic groan from her. She wasn’t shy about it, and promptly and visibly ground her mons against my thigh as we continued kissing. Eventually, we stopped, mindful that we were putting on a show.
Trish whispered to me, “I loved that. You turn me on — a lot. So does Ross. We love everything that’s happening. Don’t stop.” I caught the use of the plural grammar.
Ross had to try the liquid kisses with each of the women. He did very well with no tutoring. They both to tried the liqueur kiss with him, too. At first, I wasn’t too sure I wanted to see him making out with somebody that I had growing romantic attachment for, but actually viewing him and Crystal was arousing — highly arousing. She ground her hips into his, and I bet that was turning him on something fierce. Like me, he also had a visible lump in his bathing suit.
Further, the kisses were the first serious steps to warming up the two women to near the boiling point. I could almost hear the air crackle around each of them as Ross and I kissed them. Soon we were both kissing them without the aid of the liqueur. Things quickly got intense.
The sky had been getting progressively darker as the day ended. Ross said something about turning on the patio and pool lights. Crystal stopped him, ‘Please don’t. I have an idea for all of us.”
Ross said, “Idea?”
“We’re all going skinny-dipping… right now.”
I thought my father would lose his cool and have all his fillings fall out. He looked at me with pure, unadulterated panic in his eyes. Such a suggestion was not in his repertoire of considerations for the evening.
Trish said, “Oh, great idea. Just like our private bend in the river at home. I love it.”
What made Trish’s remark even more unique, was that she immediately reached behind her and unhooked the bra to the bikini. In less than five seconds, she was topless. She tossed the bra onto the table where we’d eaten, and started to slide her bathing suit bottoms off. I worried that I’m cum just from the evening breeze blowing past my body.
Trish had stunning breasts. They were beautiful and sexy to a fault. They weren’t bulbous or double-D’s or anything so crass. Based on little knowledge, I guessed they were B’s or C’s. I was sure my tongue had started to loll out the side of my mouth, plus I really wanted to touch them. I had desired to lick and suck in the worst way.
Next to her, Crystal was also removing her bathing suit. My cock was starting to swell as a prodigious rate.
If I thought the girls were gorgeous before, they were mind-blowingly stunning when naked. I’m sure my eyes bugged out of my head like those eyes on springs in some cartoons: Sprong! Zang!
Lest the two women feel abandoned, I also yanked my bathing suit off and tossed it aside along with my t-shirt. I knew I had nothing to be ashamed about in the man department, except the two nude women, even in the shadows of dusk, were turning me on and I had swelled in response. I’d been mildly swollen since greeting Crystal at the front door, and certainly since we started the liquid kisses with the Grand Marnier.
I made a dramatic gesture in the direction of the pool stairs. “To the water, mates!” I led the way. Actually, my swelling cock led the way, but I tried to minimize attention to that potentially embarrassing feature of my anatomy by tilting my body away from the two women.
Ross looked frozen where he’d been standing when the concept of skinny-dipping in his pool had been broached. I yelled over my shoulder, “Come on, Ross. Get with the agenda.” He kind of snapped out of his fog, and peeled off his suit and t-shirt. He was also sporting a serious chubby.