A friend has come for a beer, with me, at your house in the estate.
You have always liked him and we are comfortable with him, even though it takes from our time alone.
In the distance there is a petrol mower and the distant smell of cut grass. Now and then a dog barks. Scenes from idyllic suburbia.
The music from the hifi is a little deep, a little dark, a little playful and mysterious and it oozes delectably like whipped cream from a can.
We were swimming before he came. I just have some shorts on and no shirt.
You are wearing the new suede bikini, the one with the curious bikini bottoms. And indeed, they have been rubbing you up most delightfully.
When he arrived, you scurried to the room to find a shirt. All you could quickly find was that thin white t-shirt and you quickly pulled it on to have a modicum of decency.
As you sit next to me, smoking a joint with us, the wetness from the suede starts to come through the shirt, outlining your beautiful breasts. Your hair is wet and tendrils of water trickle down your face, neck and body, making little pools on the floor. But you are high and you don’t care – “let them stare !”
You are a little chilly now and more than a little high, you cuddle against me and you see my eyes and his eyes on your body. You cant help but be aroused, your nipples harden delightfully under the fabric of the bikini top and t-shirt.
I pull you in front of me ab give you a big giant bear hug. Kissing your neck and rubbing you to warm you up.
My hand is warm under your shirt against your skin and I rub your back in our familiar way.
You arch against my hand, wriggling and I rub you some more.
You feel naughty and you want to be touched and you want to show off a little.
I slide my hand up and push the fabric of your bikini off of your breast, below the shirt.
I caress your nipple and carry on talking to him casually.
You can see me getting hard and you can see a distinct bulge in his pants.
I separate the bikini form your other nipple, and the other is a little visible throught the wet fabric of the shirt.
I rub your breasts and warm them and stop to lick the water from your neck. You move against my hand and cuddle to me for warmth and love and confort.
My hand moves to your pussy, and I take time to arouse you. I wait until I feel that complex and amazing flower open and expand beneath my finger tips. You grind slowly against my finger, enjoying my touch and not caring that I am showing you off.
One of hands manages your breasts, not tickling too much, just enough.
My other finger circles your clit. Stops, circles, stops.
You moan as softly as you can and you bight your lip – but you know you wont last long.
I lift your shirt, exposing you and you see his eyes widen as he takes in your gorgeous tits.
It’s the sudden exposure that pushes you over the edge and I feel your pussy squirting as your ride my finger and come magnificiently against my finger. You writhe and squirm and gasp as you come and its magnificent, beautiful and incredible.
You get up to go and shower and when you return I am alone on the couch as if it were all an exotic dream.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uhdtal/on_display_2_fmm
Interesting premise.