I thought.
“Hey, what happened to the parade?” Carrie appeared in the doorway, rubbing her bleary eyes.
“You fell asleep.” Doc smiled a welcome and patted the bed. Carrie stripped off her jeans, climbing in wearing just her t-shirt to settle between us.
“How many times did he make you come?” she asked me sleepily as I pulled up the covers.
“Four.” I flushed and looked over at Doc. He was watching me with those dark eyes, looking between the two of us together in bed-“his girls.”
“He’s so generous.” She sighed and closed her eyes, curling her hand under her chin. Doc ran a hand over the curve of her hip over the covers, tracing the dips and valleys of her body. It was hard to believe, but he wasn’t done-he wanted us both. I could tell by the look in his eyes.
“Ohhh, Doc,” Carrie murmured, snuggling back against him as his hand moved under the covers, heading for the apex of her thighs. I cupped her breast in my hand-
she’d been in such a hurry to get into bed she was still wearing a bra-thumbing her nipple through the material. She rocked with him, making little noises, but her eyes never opened. “I’m soooo sleepy.”
“Damned turkey,” I sighed, hearing her breathing start to become deeper, more even.
“She was up too early.” He kissed her temple, lifting his fingers to his mouth and tasting her. “Mmm. I’m hungry again. Let’s get some turkey sandwiches.”
I glanced at the clock-it was only eight p.m. Carrie was snoring softly and we had all night. I followed him to the kitchen.
Chapter Eight
“Are you kidding me?” I stared at the tangle of black dental floss Carrie handed me out of her suitcase. “I’m supposed to wear this in front of Doc’s
Carrie laughed, pulling a new white bikini out of her bag. “We’ll be lucky if they don’t skinny dip with us.”
“Ummm.” I stared at her as she started to strip, pulling her t-shirt off and unsnapping her bra. “Really?”
“Really.” She slipped her jeans and panties off too. “Doc’s dad is a worse flirt than he is.”
“Not possible.” I started to strip too, still contemplating the material, or lack thereof, in the bathing suit Carrie had brought for me. She’d insisted I couldn’t wear a one-piece and when I’d protested, she said, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick something up for you.”
This was the “something,” although it wasn’t much of anything at all. The thong went up the crack of my ass, leaving black strings in a triangle across my lower back.
The front was another non-existent triangle and I was glad we’d both gone in for a Brazilian wax the week before-even if I’d protested the whole time and whined for an hour afterward about the pain.
“I’m not so sure about this.” I adjusted the top-yikes, there wasn’t much of that either! I was falling out all over the place. I was wearing far less material than Carrie was, I noticed. Her white bikini was like a snowsuit compared to my micro-suit.
She looked over at me, her eyes lighting up. “Doc’s going to love it.”
And she was right. The look on his face when we walked out onto the beach was priceless, like a cross between a hungry wolf and a stalking lion. It made the sun feel even warmer against my skin. But it was Doc’s dad, Charles-“Call me Chuck, everybody does”-who gave a low whistle from where he was cooking burgers for lunch on the grill.
“Chuck!” Doc’s mother, Nan, tsked at him from the patio table where she was valiantly trying to keep paper plates from blowing away by weighing them down with ketchup and mustard and potato salad containers. “Keep your eyes in your head.”
“That
“It’s so hot!” Nan exclaimed, fanning herself with a paper plate and taking a seat next to Doc. “Or is it just me going all menopausal?”
“No, Mom, it’s hot,” Doc confirmed, squinting up at the sky.
I knew Florida would be a change from Michigan weather, of course, but the heat was still a surprise. The Baumgartners said it would be shorts weather-seventy degrees or so-but it was unseasonably warm for December, the temperature hovering in the mid-eighties all week, and we were taking full advantage of it.
“Do me.” Carrie handed over a bottle of coconut scented oil and rolled onto her belly, adjusting herself on the blanket.
“I’ll do you,” Doc called and his father chuckled, flipping another burger.
“Like father, like son.” Nan reached over and smacked Doc over the head with the paper plate, which of course didn’t do much damage.
I just ignored him and rubbed stuff into Carrie’s back and legs, undoing her straps like she asked, and then set about covering myself with oil. I’d paled considerably over the winter but it would only take a few days for my skin to brown up nicely. Carrie had spent the week before we left in a tanning booth, getting what she called a “starter tan.” Although she had a head start, I was sure to outstrip her in no time, given my skin tone.
“Who wants cheese on their burger?” Chuck called and I was the only one who raised my hand. “You betcha.” He winked and slapped on a slice of American, letting it melt while he took the rest of the burgers off the grill. They smelled so good it made my mouth water. “Soup’s on! Come and get it!”
We ate a leisurely lunch, soaking up the sun, covering profound conversational topics like the weather-in Michigan, Boston and Florida-with Doc’s parents. They were nice people, clearly enamored with their only son and his wife, and I liked them both, but it was still a little uncomfortable sitting nearly naked next to people who were practically strangers.
I was glad when they both went in to take an “old person nap,” Chuck said with a wink, although I wondered when I saw him grab her ass on the way through the door into the house, if sleeping was all they were going to be doing.
Not that we were any better. The minute they went in, Doc was rubbing more oil into my ass while I stretched out on my belly next to Carrie on the blanket, letting his fingers slip between the crack, tugging at the little string of material there.
“Are you going to let me have it?” he leaned over to whisper.
“Stop.” I shivered, feeling his finger probing the tight clench of my asshole. With all the oil, there wasn’t much resistance, even though I tried. “You’re bad.”
“I know.” He probed a little further, making me moan. “But it would feel sooo good.”
I glanced around the beach, knowing there was no one around-it was totally private. But what if his parents were watching from the window or something? I flushed with embarrassment, feeling his finger wiggling, wondering what his cock might feel like there.
“Maybe,” I said, mostly just to placate him, nudging his arm away. “Later.”
“Promises, promises.” His hand was back, this time petting me gently between the legs, making me squirm and open my thighs a little more. “God, this suit is something else. I can’t resist you in it.”
“Carrie picked it out.” I glanced over to see she had her eyes closed, her sun hat covering her head to shade it. She was sleeping.
“Remind me to thank her profusely.” His oiled up fingers moved between my smooth pussy lips, making me gasp. “Oh Dani, you’re wet.”
“All that oil,” I mumbled, biting my lip when his fingers moved to my clit.
“Nuh-uh.” He made wet little circles. He knew I loved that. “That’s not oil, that’s you. You’re turned on. I think you like parading around wearing next to nothing.”
“I do not.” I lifted my hips in spite of my protest, sighing with pleasure as he rubbed my clit. “It’s embarrassing.”
“That’s probably what turns you on about it.” He chuckled. “I wonder what my parents would say if they knew I was doing this?”
“Your mother would hit you over the head with a paper plate again,” I teased.
