“I love my Wicked Weasel,” Dixie said as she crossed the sundeck and sat up her chair next to Jenny.
“Uh, is that the name of the suit you’re almost wearing or is that what is trying to wiggle out as you walk?” I asked as I finally got my mouth to work.
“Both,” she replied as she turned to straddle the chair and then sat down.
“Oh shit,” I whispered as I eyed her firm round bare ass.
Jenny grinned and said, “He’s an ass man, if I ever saw one. Most guys would be drooling over your breasts but he only commented when you turned around.”
Dixie leaned forward, the little triangular strips of cloth over her nipples tightening as her full breasts hung down. She looked at me. “Are you an ass man?”
“Primarily, but, and that is a mighty fine butt, I look at whatever is shown mostly.” She wiggled her shoulder making her breasts sway. “Those are very fine also,” I added with a grin.
With a soft giggle, Dixie laid back and looked over at Jenny. “I have another one in my bag. Want to try it on?”
“Could I?” Jenny asked in reply.
“Sure, I think you would be a knockout in it.”
Jenny scrambled up off the lounge chair and beat a hasty path inside.
“I thought she would never leave,” Dixie said with a grin as she rolled over on her stomach. There were tan lines from a regular bikini on her breasts and ass.
“Is this the first time you’ve worn that, uh, Wicked Weasel suit?”
“I’ve worn it under my clothes several times in place of panties and a bra when I wanted to feel ultra sexy. I’ve worn it around my room in the dorm but never in public or around a guy.”
“Then I feel honored,” I said as my eyes once again swept up and down her almost nude body. “It does have its interesting points.”
She giggled and rolled up on her side to look at me. “The suit or me?”
Now it was my turn to answer, “Both.”
When she lay back down, I licked my lips and said, “You’ll need some suntan oil pretty soon.”
She giggled again and wiggled her hips from side to side. “And you just happen to know someone with good strong hands to do the job right?”
“Could be, could very well be,” I replied with a deep sigh.
Jenny came out the back door with Lisa and Linda right behind her. Jenny had a thin wrap on and my daughters were dressed as they had been earlier. Linda eyed Dixie for a second and then cleared her throat. “Lisa and I are going to make the beer run. Is there anything else we need that you can think of?”
“I need a bottle of Jack along with the beer,” I said.
“Already on the list,” Lisa replied.
“If you need money for my stuff, there’s some under my checkbook on the counter.”
Linda grinned and replied, “Already got it.”
“Figured as much,” I said with a grin.
Jenny walked over to her lounge chair and slipped the wrap off. With her back to me, she was almost naked; a thin string here and there was all that was showing. Her ass was even better without the little shorts from earlier. It was an upside down heart very similar to my dearly departed wife’s.
Lisa and Linda both frowned but did not say anything. Dixie on the other hand, grinned and whistled. “Now we’re talking,” she said, as she looked Jenny up and down.
Jenny took her time getting seated in the chair. All eyes were on her mostly naked body and she was enjoying the thrill of showing off. It was not something she had ever done before and the attention was doing interesting things to her libido.
When Jenny was settled, Lisa whispered, “I’ve got to try one of those things one of these days.”
Linda gave her a hard look. “With dad right there?”
Before Lisa could reply, Jenny said, “If I get my nerve up to get naked in front of, uh, people, you can try this one on. If it’s alright with Dixie, I mean. It is her’s after all.”
Lisa looked at Dixie expectantly. When Dixie nodded, Lisa grinned.
Linda cleared her throat. “We need to go,” she said quickly.
“Ya’ll be careful, you know how bad the traffic can be with all the weekenders up from the city,” I said to change the subject.
“We will, daddy,” Lisa said as she turned to leave.
Linda looked at me sharply as if she had expected a different sort of response from me. She opened her mouth to say something and then changed her mind, as she turned and followed her sister.
About the time, I heard Linda’s car start, Jenny said, “Linda can be such a stick in the mud at times.”
The bell on the porch rang as Linda’s car left the driveway. “So that’s how you knew we were here,” Dixie said softly.
I nodded in reply. Looking over at Jenny, I said, “She’s always been the worrier of the two.”
The top of her suit, if it could be called that, was pulled into a long narrow V over each nipple. The material of this suit seemed to be a very fine woven mesh instead of the shiny slick looking material of the one Dixie wore.
My eyes wandered down to the tiny triangle of cloth over her sex. It was so small the whole of her slickly shaven mound was visible. I licked my lips, which brought a giggle from Dixie. I looked over at her. She grinned and licked her lips.
“Is that so,” I said softly. She nodded in reply.
Jenny shivered sharply as she looked back and forth between us. “Now I know how a steak feels about the time it hits the table.”
“I can think of worse things to feel like,” Dixie said still grinning.
Jenny reached down beside her chair and got my bottle of suntan oil. Holding it out in Dixie’s direction she said, “You can do the front and then he can do the back.” Her voice had a shaky shivery tone to it.
Dixie sat up and took the bottle. “I’m not sure whose going to enjoy this more, me or you.”
“Don’t forget me,” I said as she squirted oil into her hand. “There’s something truly sensuous and sexy about one woman oil up another. To my mind anyway.”
Dixie sat the bottle down and rubbed her hands together for a second. As she reached out and used both hands to apply the oil to Jenny’s belly she whispered, “It’s not just your mind, believe me.”
Leaning over as she was, made her breasts hang slightly and sway as she rubbed the oil in from the bottom of Jenny’s breasts to the soft mound of her sex. I just enjoyed the show as I felt my manhood swell and stiffen under my shorts.
Jenny seemed to enjoy it also as she made soft whimpering moaning sounds as Dixie’s hand ran over her exposed skin, especially her mound. When Dixie paused to get more oil, Jenny shifted her hips from side to side and spread her feet farther apart in anticipation of Dixie oiling up her legs and thighs.
With a big grin, Dixie lifted Jenny’s left arm and applied oil to it all the way to the shoulder. Getting more oil, she did the same to the right arm. Leaning over again, Dixie applied oil to Jenny’s upper chest and around the cloth covering her breasts.
As Dixie’s hands glided over the exposed parts of her breasts, Jenny arched her back slightly. Dixie took her time with the oil and teasing Jenny’s breasts, which seemed to be very sensitive. When Jenny made the whimpering moaning sound again, Dixie ran a hand under the cloth covering Jenny’s left nipple. Jenny gasped loudly and then moaned softly.
The cloth moved over as Dixie pulled her hand back leaving Jenny’s puffy nipple exposed. Dixie and I both licked our lips. Her other hand slid under the cloth covering the other nipple. Jenny moaned even louder and arched her back more as Dixie massaged the oil in and rubbed the puffy nipple with her palm lightly.
Before she took her hand out from under the cloth on that side, Dixie lifted her wrist so the cloth moved toward the outside of Jenny’s breast. When she moved her hand back, both of Jenny’s breasts were fully uncovered and framed by two thin strips of cloth. Dixie now used both hands to rub the oil in slowly and evenly.
Jenny had her eyes closed as her chest rose up to meet the hands rubbing her breasts so sensuously. The whimpering moan was now just a soft undulating moan. Dixie looked my way and grinned. I grinned in reply.
Sitting back, Dixie once again retrieved the oil. She applied more to her hands as she moved to the end of Jenny’s chair and knelt down. She paused a second to run her eyes up and down the young woman’s body in front of her. With a soft sigh and a lick of her lips, she leaned forward and started to apply the oil to Jenny’s left thigh.
She worked the oil into the soft silky skin and then worked her way down toward Jenny’s foot. She paused ever so often to get more oil. She spent several minutes massaging Jenny’s foot, even working the oil in between her toes, which made Jenny wiggle and sigh.
Dixie lowered that foot, got more oil and started on the right foot. Jenny whimpered softly and wiggled again as she massaged the oil into that foot. When she finished with the foot, she started up the right leg. By the time, she was rubbing the oil into the right thigh, Jenny was moaning again.
Getting more oil, Dixie glanced at me and then started to apply the oil to Jenny’s hips. Ever so often, as her hands would cross over the cloth covering Jenny’s sex or her exposed mound, Jenny would moan even louder. A she finished, Dixie paused with a hand on each side of the cloth covering Jenny’s sex. She turned and looked at me with a wink.
A moment later, she whispered, “Maybe later.” Then she stood up and moved back to her chair.
It was several minutes later that Jenny whispered, “No one has ever applied oil to me like that before. I’ve always done it myself in the past.” She still had her eyes closed.
Dixie giggled and whispered, “Anytime, girlfriend, anytime at all.”
Jenny opened one eye and looked over at Dixie. She smiled and closed her eye. “I think I’m not the only one who enjoyed that.”
Leave a Reply