“Didn’t burn any sensitive areas, did you?”
“Oh, no! I used good sun cream. Let just enough light in to even out the tan lines.”
“You did what?” asked the laughing voice of Morgan.
“Ben here told me about International Nude Day a few weeks ago. I thought it might be nice to celebrate by myself, so I did.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” I broke in without her realizing just how glad I was, “And you had a perfect set up for skinny dipping right there. Now, I’ve gotta get back to this, so, take care.”
“You too, Ben,” she said as she dropped out of sight.
“Nice meeting you, Ben,” came Morgan’s voice.
For the next few minutes all I could think about was that session a few weeks prior. I knew there were two of them and I wouldn’t likely see any naked bodies, but I decided to quietly go into the house and crawl back into my attic. Maybe I’d have a good chance to look at Morgan as well.
When I got there, I was pleased to see Angie and her friend Morgan. Morgan was incredibly petite, perhaps four feet eleven in her stocking feet. Short, but certainly well-proportioned and covered with tiny little freckles. ‘Cute as a button,’ my mother would have said. Both girls wore tiny little bikinis though Morgan’s, consisting of three tiny triangles and some string, was small enough to fit into a Band-aid box. I enjoyed watching the girls frolic in the water for a bit and right as I was about to head down the ladder, they seemed to agree to quit swimming and moved over to the lawn furniture close to my view spot. This was right where Angie had provided me with the sight of my life just a few weeks before. Curiosity kept me glued to my seat.
I heard Angie faintly tell her friend the sun was ‘super bright’ and that they needed some sun cream. Each girl pulled out a tube of cream and set about applying some to various parts of their bodies. What a lovely site. They stretched out on their backs, facing me and closed their eyes. After about fifteen minutes Morgan went to turn over and said something to her friend. Angie mumbled something I couldn’t catch, Morgan nodded yes and Angie sat up and picked up the sun cream again. She reached over and started applying cream to Morgan’s pale, freckled shoulders. After a few seconds I heard another mumble, Morgan again nodded yes and Angie reached down and untied Morgan’s bra string. Now this was getting interesting, but it could be simply two close friends helping each other out with sun cream.
Angie applied cream and rubbed it in all over Morgan’s back and even down on her sides, where I could barely see Morgan’s right breast bulge on the towel. Angie started to apply cream to Morgan’s arms, rubbing up and down in long smooth strokes. I didn’t know for sure, but Morgan seemed to be relaxing all the more. Angie turned her attention to Morgan’s legs. She started out by doing the soles of the feet before slowly working her way up the legs, spreading them as she went. Every few seconds as she moved about I could get a glimpse of Morgan’s ass, which was totally uncovered by the string thong. Angie seemed in no hurry to finish her job and as she covered the thighs, her strokes seemed to slow down. She slowed even further when she reached Morgan’s buttocks. There seemed to be slow, circular strokes which pulled at times at Morgan’s crack, exposing even a bit more to me.
After a few minutes of this I realized the cheeks had been adequately covered with cream, but the stroking went on! What was going on here? Morgan gradually shifted and spread her legs even further apart and did not even try to stop the action on her butt.
It was then I knew; Morgan was getting off on this and Angie must have sensed it and didn’t stop. Angie’s finger tips sunk ever deeper into Morgan’s crack with every other stroke and Morgan slowly thrust her butt a bit more into the air. I saw her gripping the edges of her lounge chair and realized her face was furrowed deeply, eyes tightly shut. Angie didn’t stop at all and began to reach lower and lower into Morgan’s crack! The stroking stopped and some slight finger action began as Angie pulled the string from Morgan’s crack and started tiny, little quivering actions with her index finger. This seemed to drive Morgan wild. She thrust her butt higher and higher into the air as if to meet the finger before she started to moving rhythmically to meet each finger thrust. In no time at all she pitched her head up, flushed and spasmed for about twenty seconds. Morgan had just come!
A minute or so later, as Angie was still slowly barely teasing Morgan with her finger, Morgan seemed to awaken, rolled over and looked at Angie straight in the eye. What a beautiful sight. Her bikini top had stayed behind on the lounger and her pale white breasts were a delightful pair tipped with tiny, coral nipples. She murmured something, Angie blushed and nodded, and the two girls came together in a long, sensuous kiss.
Morgan pushed her away a bit, stood up and quickly slipped down her tiny bikini bottom. There was a most fetching tiny triangle of fiery orange pubic hair which seemed to glow in the sun. She reached down and quickly undid Angie’s top, stretched her down on her back and began to apply cream to Angie’s breasts. There was no hesitation about it. This had nothing to do with sun protection and everything to do with sex. She even poured a dollop right on each nipple before she gradually rubbed the cream around in circles right on the nipple. Angie didn’t try to hide her excitement. She arched her back several times and even grabbed Morgan’s hand to have her resume the attention when a nipple had been ignored too long.
Morgan seemed to tire of this game fairly quickly, however, and soon turned her attention down to Angie’s belly. She rubbed a bit of cream all of the way down to Angie’s bikini bottom, pulled the bit of cloth up somewhat and peeked in. Angie giggled suddenly and arched her back to lift up her torso and Morgan took the hint. In a flash she pulled down the remaining cloth on either of them to expose Angie’s familiar (to me, at least!) lips, still as pretty as before. Morgan didn’t waste any time now with cream. She simply leaned down with her butt facing me and started tonguing Angie. I could not see the action as Morgan’s head was in the way, but so what! I was mesmerized by the site of this petite redhead with her face down in Angie’s crotch and her ass pointed towards me. Angie rolled her head from side to side, squeezed her thighs together onto Morgan’s head and came after a few minutes in long, writhing spasms of her torso.
After a few minutes, Angie opened her eyes and stared at her friend. She smiled, even giggled a bit, and pulled her up to her where they rested breast on breast and kissed again. They were still kissing when I left them to run down the ladder to get a cold beer. It was hot as hell in the attic and was even hotter watching the two of them.
Angie
I know, I know. I’m a bad person. No, not for having sex with Morgan. After all, girls like to have fun now and then, at least we did at college. And this was one of those times. No, I was bad because I knew, I just knew for sure Ben was going to watch us. When he had spied on me, I had known it and I, like, pretended I didn’t know it. But here, well, here I was sure he’d spy on us, me and Morgan, and she’d not even know. I thought at one point about telling her but I had so gotten off on him perving on me, thinking I didn’t know about him that I wanted it again. Well, I was afraid Morgan would, like, flip out or something and the whole thing would blow up. So, I didn’t tell her. And that’s why, I guess, I’m, like, a bad person.