Andre sheepishly obliged, and his stiffened shaft bobbed up and down as he launched himself backward and plopped onto the ledge.
“Well Andre, I like your big broad shoulders,” Aimee purred as drank him in. “You have the frame to support a lot of muscle, so it’s no surprise you’ve filled out so well since you started working on those strong arms.”
Heat gathered in Andre’s face.
“Oh, and I really like your cock,” Aimee said casually, glancing downward as she reached for her wine glass.
“Tell me what you like about it,” Andre teased.
His member pulsed at the recognition that it was being talked about as an object of desire.
His thrill only grew as Aimee started intently at his most private part, eyes devouring every edge and fold, taking a slow sip of wine as she pondered.
“I love how smooth it looks,” she said. “And I like the way your tip flares out a little bit at the edges. It gives it some nice…character.”
“A character cock, alright,” Liv said from across the tub, middle finger lazily dragging up the outer folds of her pussy as she too stared at Andre’s crotch with her legs splayed.
“Maybe a little longer than Jake’s, but definitely not as thick,” Aimee said, turning back to look at Jake as he swished his feet back and forth in the water. His cock, shadowed between his thick thighs, looked like it was half-inflated in the cool air.
“I love how hairy you are, Jake,” Aimee said, staring at his broad chest. “I think chest hair is really sexy, and you have the perfect amount as far as I’m concerned.”
Jake gave a bashful smile and glanced away, still swishing his ankles back and forth.
“Just a great… torso overall,” Liv said, motioning her hand over her own midsection as she devoured him with her eyes. “Shoulders, chest, hips, thighs, the whole damn thing. I want to break me off a piece of that thang.”
Jake let out a deep, nervous laugh. “I hope the beer belly doesn’t take away from it too much,” he said.
“Hey, we all have tummies here,” Aimee said with a chuckle as they all looked down to their belly buttons. “Well, everyone except for Andre.”
They all laughed.
“I don’t know where TV and magazines got this idea that women can only be hot if they have flat stomachs,” Jake said, eyes darting between Liv and Aimee. “I think Emily’s tummy is really cute, and y’all’s are, too.”
“Well thank you,” Liv said, looking away and clasping her hands in front of her waist in a way that jutted her breasts forward. “That’s the first nice thing anyone’s said about my body here, just saying.”
“Liv, I love that your boobs are different sizes,” Andre blurted, staring at her chest. There was probably a more tactful way of saying that, but he was past censoring himself.
“You’re like a… like a sampler pack. And each one is magnificent,” Andre said. He desperately wanted to reach out and feel them — the pert, springy left and the large luscious right — and compare their size and weight and bounce against his fingers.
“Your nipples are really cute, too,” Jake offered. Andre noticed the other man’s dick was starting to get harder now as his eyes scanned the little nubs of Liv’s wine-colored nips. “I like how small they are, but they point straight out.”
Liv’s face turned red. She cleared her throat. “Well, maybe you can touch them a little while I’m riding that sweet, sweet jet,” she said. Liv gave a pleading look to Aimee, who nodded with a smile.
The two women started to scoot off the ledges, making their way for the jets, when Jake interrupted them.
“Waaaait a minute here,” Jake called out. “If the whole idea of this is to show our whole bodies to each other, we’re not done yet.”
“Yeah,” Andre said with a grin, feeling emboldened now. “You just had an up-close look at our genitalia — and you had some very specific things to say about them!”
Andre’s heartbeat quickened as Amy and Liv shared another look.
“I mean, I guess you got us there,” Liv said, shifting backward. “To be fair, you all did get a pretty good look at my business earlier today.”
“Not Aimee!” Andre squeaked, probably a little too loudly. He was suddenly hot with embarrassment.
“I mean, only if you want to,” he said haltingly, glancing up at Aimee.
Aimee looked back at him with a smirk and paused.
“You know, all you two have to do is ask,” she finally said. She hopped back onto the jacuzzi ledge and widened her knees.
“Just say, ‘Hey Liv and Aimee, can we please see your pussies so we can say nice things about them?'” Aimee leaned back and brought a hand down to her vulva. “So we can tell you how beautiful they are and how much we want to touch and please them?”
She pulled upward on her labia with her middle two fingers, exposing the tender pink flesh beneath as her swollen clitoris peeked out from beneath its hood.
Andre marveled at the scene and licked his lips. He had never seen a vagina up close, in real life and in the full light like this — let alone from two women at the same time. It was a thrilling and surreal sight, in no small part simply because of the knowledge that Liv and Aimee were exposing the most private recesses of their bodies with the full intention of being gawked at.
Andre pulled his eyes over to Liv, who was idling her middle right finger over the top of her mons. He noticed for the first time that her inner labia flared out in an ice cream sundae mix of pink and cream. Her left lip, which bulged slightly more than the right, was dotted with a tiny brown freckle.
“I really like how big and prominent your clit is, Aimee,” Jake said quietly, staring with heavy eyelids as he gently stroked his stiff penis. “I bet it would be really fun to lick.”
“Mmm, thank you, Jake,” Aimee chirped, squeezing her fingers together to make the nub bulge out farther. “She’s can get pretty big when I’m turned on.”
Andre swallowed.
“Liv, I really like that little freckle you have there,” Andre said. “It’s cute.”
Liv beamed. “Oh, on my little dangly labia there?” She fluttered her finger to wiggle the flesh back and forth, sticking her toes out of the water. “Thank you Andre, I think you’re the first person ever to notice.”
Liv cast a look at Aimee, and then at the other two.
“So, have we served ourselves up to your satisfaction?” Liv asked. “Because I’d reeeally like to get off now.”
“Yeah, I think you’ll both get plenty more looks over the next two days,” Aimee said as she closed her legs.
Two more days. The thought sent Andre’s mind reeling.
“I guess so,” Jake sighed with feigned disappointment.
“I have been waiting for this all DAY,” Liv said as she slapped the electronic display to her left and the jets roared to life. As she waded in front of Andre toward a stream of pulsing white water, his eyes locked on the puckered red nipples dotting her deliciously jiggling breasts.
“So Andre,” Aimee broke his trance as she scooted toward him, lifting her own ample chest above the waterline. “If you’re OK with it, this time, I’d love for you to massage my boobs a little while I’m on the jet.”
She cupped her tits and lightly pinched them, stepping closer, as if offering them up to Andre. He was, once again, stunned into silence.
“Can I show you how I like them to be touched?” Aimee purred. Andre could only nod as she gently reached for his right hand, pulled it from the water and lifted it the underside of her left breast.
“I love them being massaged and squeezed with some pressure on the bottom, since that’s the least sensitive part,” she said, quietly enough for just him to hear, as she closed his hand around the slick, springy flesh of her boob. “Just make sure you’re grabbing with your whole hand, so you’re not pinching.
“After I get going a little, maybe you can brush your thumbs over my nipples — that can feel really nice,” Aimee continued, guiding his thumb over the soft pink nub of her left nipple.
Andre could do nothing but stare and savor the experience of fondling the soft flesh he’d been staring at all day.
“And when I’m really close, that’s when you can start gently pulling on my nipples,” she said, guiding his thumb and index finger together over her delicate peak.
“I think I can handle that,” Andre croaked after a pause.
“Good,” Aimee smiled as she turned her back to Andre and leaned back, lifting her arms in an invitation for him to hook his hands underneath.
He moved forward and let her head fall back onto his chest, tickling him with her curly wet hair as she sighed and shut her eyes. He took a few tentative steps toward the jet but had a hard time peeling his eyes from the pair of tits that now lay horizontally inches below his face.
As Aimee began to sigh into the pulsing of the jet, Andre brought his hands up to claim his twin prizes, palming the undersides and lightly hefting them like melons at the grocery store.
He did like she asked, gently palming the fleshy undersides of her ample tits as Aimee furrowed her eyebrows, eyes still shut tight, easing into the moment.
Andre had been looking at pictures of naked women since grade school. More recently, he’d seen his share of women’s bodies in the flesh. But not like this. Nothing compared to the raw power of holding this sexy woman’s powerful, slippery, wet naked body in his arms while she descended into bliss with her eyes shut tight, giving him a free pass to stare at every pore.
He looked at her thin pink lips pressed together — lips he still couldn’t believe he was about to see wrapped around Jake’s cock. Andre’s eyes trailed to the edges of Aimee’s collarbone, her now-puckered pink nipples, her soft tummy heaving with uneven breaths, and the shadow of chestnut-colored pubic hair that disappeared into the rush of bubbles. Her smooth legs were perched above the ledge, leading to a pair of wide feet and short, peach nail-polished toes that were twisting and contorting in every direction under the weight of her pleasure.
Andre turned his attention back to her tits, whose soft undersides were still filling his palms. He had masturbated so many times to brief, treasured memories of the precious few times he’d gotten to lay hands on naked boob flesh. He had gotten himself off even more times fantasizing about Aimee’s ample chest, thinking about the times he’d stolen glances of her cleavage at work.
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