Key West (28 page)

Rather than admit she’d already seen Cole’s shaft, Carrie addressed Amy. “Chris has quite an impressive tool himself.”

“Well, that’s good, so you won’t get too jealous,” she teased.

As they laughed, Carrie found herself studying the two hot men in the distance, who had no idea their cocks were being discussed and compared. Now she was curious to see Cole again, too—and anxious to
feel
Chris. Her only regret about asking him to come in her mouth last night was that she hadn’t gotten to feel him filling her cunt again. But today she planned to remedy that, and her pussy was urging her to do it sooner rather than later.

* * * * *

Once they got out to sea, Chris anchored the boat near a chunk of coral reef and he and Cole went snorkeling. The girls opted to stay on board and soak up the sun, stretching out on the deck. Of course, the first time Carrie looked up, she found Shay topless next to her, and remembered how Shay disliked tan lines. She also couldn’t help noticing that her painted dolphins remained, circling both erect pink nipples.

“Do you tan through those?” Carrie asked.

Shay nodded against her towel. “Otherwise, I’d have washed them off.”

Amy, lying on the other side of Carrie, opened her eyes to peek over. “
Oh
,” she said, clearly surprised to find Shay’s breasts on display already. She appeared to study the dolphins. “Wow, are those tattoos or something?”

Carrie answered. “No, it’s paint. We both got painted last night at the Garden of Ecstasy—a clothing optional bar on Duval.”

Amy’s eyes widened in wonder. “We should have started hanging out with you sooner. You know where to find all the hot stuff.”

Carrie laughed. “Chris and Shay have indoctrinated me. Believe me, I’d never have come across these things on my own, let alone indulged in them.”

“Did you wash
yours
off?” Shay asked, raising on her elbows to eye Carrie’s breasts.

She nodded. “Well, actually, Chris did, in the shower. We both ended up with some not-quite-as-durable body paints smeared across our stomachs when we woke up this morning.”

Shay grinned. “Sounds fun.” Then she pointed to Carrie’s bikini top. “And speaking of fun, why don’t you take that off, sweets?”

Carrie’s pussy rippled slightly, remembering this was how their first liaison had begun. “Actually, I’ve learned that Chris likes tan lines.”

Shay tilted her head. “Yeah, he’s told me that before, but I don’t think he bought you that breast jewelry for you to keep it covered up.”

Carrie shrugged—true enough. Besides, she didn’t want to let Amy and Cole’s presence start turning her shy just when she’d broken free of that shell. And clearly, the whole point of the extravagant piece of jewelry was to decorate bare breasts. “You’re right. It’ll be a nice little surprise for him when he gets back on the boat.” With that, she reached behind her neck to untie her top, and Shay pulled the string on Carrie’s back.

As the top fell away, her breasts felt super-sensitized and far prettier than usual given the delicate chains and charms that lay about her curves. Bracing her hands behind her, she leaned back to soak up the sun, thrusting her breasts out just slightly—aware that, unbidden, she wanted Shay and Amy to look at them. Although she closed her eyes, she knew her rosy nipples jutted up in hard, sexy nubs.

“What did you have painted on yours?” Amy asked.

Carrie opened her eyes and smiled. “A chain of daisies.”

Amy smiled back. “Sounds pretty.” She glanced from Carrie’s chest to her own, and looked up sheepishly. “Should I take my top off, too?”

Shay answered before Carrie could even concoct a reply. “Why not? Looks like you’ve got killer boobs and I’m sure it would give your guy a thrill to climb back up here and see them.”

Amy’s face appeared to color just slightly. “I guess I was thinking I feel like a prude to be the only one of us wearing a top, and I’m definitely not
that
.”

“Cole seemed to enjoy you getting topless on the
Party Barge
, so I’m sure he’ll like it here, too,” Carrie said.

Naturally, this caught Shay’s attention. “You did the
Party Barge
?”

When Amy bit her lip, still looking surprisingly shy, Carrie could only guess she could sense Shay’s attraction to women and that it might be the first time she’d experienced it.

“She won the wet t-shirt contest.”

“Oooh, now
that
I’m sorry I missed.”

Still looking sheepish, even though she cast a small smile, Amy glanced down to her chest, her nipples poking at the black bikini top, and reached behind her back to undo it. “Well, don’t worry, I’ll end the suspense and you won’t feel like you missed anything.” A moment later, she said, “Get ready,” and ceremoniously yanked her top away and tossed it in the air with a small yell. Clearly embracing the moment now, she turned toward the girls and jiggled her boobs, which were just as big and round and perfect as Carrie recalled from her balcony voyeurism.

“Mmm, my pussy just went wet,” Shay said.

Obviously embarrassed, but laughing, Amy covered her eyes for a moment as she drew her knees up to her chest.

Just then, when Carrie least expected it, Shay reached to spread suntan lotion over her breasts—her fingers pressing in warm, wet arcs over the soft flesh. Glancing down to watch, she let the unexpected pleasure swirl through her, resulting in a hot surge between her thighs. To think, just a couple of days ago, the same act had made her nervous, uncertain—and days before
that
, it would have been unthinkable. Now, it was just another means of experimenting with pleasure.

Part of her wondered how shocked Amy might be—but again, this was the same woman who was pleased to find out Carrie had watched her have her brains fucked out while wearing nothing but a few straps of black leather. Thus, she looked up at her as Shay continued sensually rubbing in the sunscreen. “You’d better put some on, too.”

Amy gave her a soft grin, reaching for her beach bag and pulling out a bottle. “But I’ll, uh, put on my own.”

“Party pooper,” Shay said with a teasing frown.

Within a few minutes, the girls were all slick with sunscreen, lying back on their towels to soak up the rays while music—something old by the Talking Heads—played on the radio Chris kept on board. As the waves shushed up against the boat, and the sea air and coconut-scented lotion met Carrie’s nose, she relaxed and enjoyed the serenity of the moment. She realized she was glad Shay hadn’t taken her touches any further, because—although the physical sensations they produced were undeniably pleasurable—she didn’t feel the same sense of passion, of truly wanting it to happen, that she felt in Chris’s presence.

* * * * *

“Well, what do we have here?” Chris’s voice boomed, jolting Carrie from a sun-lulled doze. She opened her eyes, holding up a hand to shield them from the sun’s brightness. She found Chris, dripping wet, his fins dangling from one hand as he smiled down at them—at her specifically. “This
is
paradise.”

Cole approached behind him, hesitating when he saw them all, before breaking into a lusty grin. “Paradise indeed. I’m beginning to see why you couldn’t bear to leave this place.” Then he gently nudged his wife’s thigh with his wet foot.

Amy opened her eyes with a start, then smiled up at him. “Surprise. Key West seems to be rubbing off on me.”

He stooped down beside her, looking thoroughly pleased by her toplessness. “Remind me to plan
all
our vacations for places where nudity is encouraged,” he said in a low, heated voice.

Amy sat up, bringing their faces close together. “So you like me like this, huh?” she asked just audibly enough for Carrie to hear.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he growled. “You look like some wild college girl on spring break, ready to get it on with her friends.”

She laughed softly. “Afraid that’s where I draw the line, lover.”

He gave her a sensual grin. “That’s okay. It still made me hard and happy.”

“Mmm,” she purred, whispering something about taking care of that a little later, and Carrie’s pussy shivered with anticipation. Like so many other surprises about herself this week, apparently wanting to watch wasn’t just a one-time thing.

Grabbing up towels, the guys stretched themselves out on the deck as well, their tan bodies drying quickly beneath the sun, their hair almost as fast. Although Carrie fell back into relaxation mode, that mode included peeking up more than once to let her gaze drink in the two gorgeous male bodies lounging so sleek and sexy before her. For the first time since meeting Amy and Cole, she found herself having the faint wish that Amy
did
want to share Cole, that she could experiment with
his
body as well as Chris’s. The desire nearly made her quake. Maybe her playful suggestion to Chris about being with two guys at once wasn’t just joking. After all, she’d been open to just about everything else Key West had to offer. Not that it mattered at the moment, since Cole was off-limits, but the notion kept her mildly aroused as they all lay quietly soaking in the sun.

Finally, she heard someone rummaging around and sat up to see Chris hauling out a cooler of sandwiches and chicken, along with a bag full of snacks and chips and the big container of rum punch they’d mixed earlier.

“Lunchtime,” he announced, and they all proceeded to pass around the chicken and chips as Chris filled plastic cups with ice and punch.

Part of Carrie could still scarcely believe this was her—sitting on a boat in the middle of the ocean, nearly naked, yet totally at ease, eating and drinking with friends. She couldn’t help sparing a thought for Jon, wishing he could see how little their breakup had affected her, and another for her sisters, who would surely applaud her behavior, even if Liz might be a little shocked.

She ate two pieces of fried chicken and some corn chips, and drank three or four cups of punch, as the sun had made her thirsty. By the time lunch drew to a close, she sat with Chris, her legs resting atop his. She absently stroked his calf with the toes of one foot and they exchanged casual kisses as they talked with the group about everything from breast painting and rum punch to lake effect snow and jobs in the financial sector, something Amy and Cole had in common with Chris—before he’d headed south.

As talk turned to Chris and Shay working at the Lazy Lizard and on the various boats, Cole sat up on one of the upholstered benches that ran the length of the boat, and Amy stretched out next to him, resting her head on her husband’s thigh. Carrie noticed his hand, at first lightly caressing her belly, had soon moved up to gently stroke the underside of one breast.

By the time he began stroking his thumb across her nipple, conversation ceased, so that the only sound was the waves crashing against the two hulls and the music from the radio. As Amy peered up at Cole, Carrie thought the looks they exchanged could have set the boat on fire.

Next to her, Chris tensed slightly, then slid his arm around her waist. She snuggled closer, letting her bare breasts press cushiony and flat against the side of his chest. Her nipples began to tingle with need when Cole brought his other hand around to caress his wife’s breast while gliding his newly freed fingers down into the front of her bathing suit bottoms. Amy’s pelvis rose to meet his touch immediately, and she let out soft, airy moans as he commenced stroking her pussy.

Carrie’s own cunt grew warm watching.

“Take them off,” Cole said, withdrawing his hand from the clingy fabric, his low, commanding tone reminding Carrie of the night she’d watched them on their balcony. They were such nice people that she’d sort of forgotten their inclination toward domination and submission.

Without hesitation, Amy stood up, facing her husband and turning her back to the others. Hooking her fingers into the elastic straps at her hips, she smoothly pushed the bikini bottoms down, bending at the waist to give them a hot peek at her slit, reminding Carrie it was as naked as her own and Shay’s.

Stepping free of the bottoms to leave her in nothing but her gold waist chain, she walked to Cole and knelt before him, reaching for the band of his swim trunks.

“You want what’s inside here, baby?” he crooned, low and potent.

She nodded vigorously, tugging on the trunks until he lifted his ass enough to let her pull them down.

Carrie fought to hold in a gasp at the sight of his shaft. Seeing it in the light of day brought home to her all over again just how massive it was. Another faint, fleeting vision flashed through her mind—an image of Chris and Cole together, naked, their huge cocks gently touching each other, rubbing together. Her pussy swelled further.

Across the boat, Amy wrapped her fist around Cole’s erection, then lowered her mouth onto it, taking several inches inside.

“Aw, baby,” Cole purred. “That’s right. Suck it for me.”

Cole’s hands pushed through Amy’s long hair, pulling it back from her face to give them all a better view of her task. She released low, sexy moans as her lips moved up and down on his large rod. As her strokes became more heated and energetic, Cole began to moan, his hands tangling tighter in her hair. Even over the music and the sound of waves, Amy could be heard slurping wetly on the tremendous hard-on and Carrie knew her bikini bottoms had to be soaked by now.

By the time Amy lifted her head, letting his cock fall back against his stomach, Carrie was fully aroused, her entire body primed for sex. She shifted slightly next to Chris, curling in tighter against him, lifting a soft kiss to his neck. When their gazes met, heat and promise glimmered in his eyes, making her breasts ache with need. He lifted one hand to gently toy with her hard, pink nipple, twirling it lightly between his fingertips. Glancing past him, she found Shay leaning back against the bench opposite Cole and Amy, legs spread apart, gently fingering herself through her bikini bottoms as she watched the scene unfold.