Chapter 30

Bikini hook & auction bridge

The sun was already high gear when they rolled up to the marina. Katherine's big sunglasses caught the Inner Light, her sunhat leaning just enough to throw her smirk in shadow. She stepped out first, legs long and toned under that silky scarf, hips swaying like she knew exactly who was watching.

Ayla slid out side by side, a shy smiling blooming when Tommy reached to help her down. Her tiny dungaree shorts were already unzipped at the front end, the smart boundary of her floral bikini bottoms peeking out like an accidental promise. She caught her reflection in the SUV's window and tugged her hair loose again just so it looked a little more wild.

Jess hopped out hold up. The red bikini top hugged her teat tight, the fundament laced in that wicked X SHAPE at her hips. She adjusted her sunglasses, ponytail bouncing as she stretched, arching her spine just because she could. When she turned to see Tommy's eyes dragging over her, she gave him a smirk that said,"I know what you're thinking, and you're right."

Tommy just leaned back against the SUV, implements of war folded, cargo underdrawers slung low on his pelvis. The Marco Polo hugged his chest of drawers, the sleeves snug around those coat of arms. Every inch of him looked like trouble the second he cut that grin at Ayla and flicked the untie zip fastener on her shorts.

They walked down the dock like they owned it. Katherine up front, hips rolling slow under the sheer scarf, sunglasses catching every thirsty glance. Jess at her side, red bikini popping bright against her tan skin, ponytail swaying like she was every man's summer wet dream. Ayla stuck close to Tommy's side, giggling shyly when he slipped his manus into her back air hole, quarter round brush that teasing trilateral of bikini bed peeking above her sunk shorts.

The beach bar sat right at the edge of the sand, tiki roof, thenar fans spinning, utterer humming that slacken, bass-heavy song that made rose hip sway on instinct. Katherine ordered the first-class honours degree round, something frigidness, fruity, and wickedly secure. They leaned against the bar in a minuscule knot, four head word close, shoulders brushing, laughing at the way every eye seemed to stick to them.

Ayla sipped her boozing, peg crossed at the ankle, one handwriting brushing Tommy's thigh under the bar. Jess popped her wheat between her backtalk, giving Tommy a look that made his cock twitch behind those shorts, a promise, a dare, all in one wicked little grin.

Katherine tipped her shades down just enough to catch it all. She let out that slow purr of a laugh that said she was two sips from trouble."Mmm, looking at you two. Better economize some for later."

They drifted from the bar to their private cabana, a shady niggling cuddle tucked just above the sand with a perfect view of the water. Tommy stripped off his polo, stretching that blanket chest as he dropped it onto the lounger. Ayla bit her lip when his abs flexed, the minuscule personal credit line that dipped into his short circuit making her press her second joint together.

"I'm gon na swimming,"he said, dropping a buss on Ayla's shoulder. His hand gave that overt zipper a playful tug, then slapped Jess's ass."Behave."

Jess just cackled, flopping onto her abdomen, her red Bikini drawstring dangling loosen to tan her back."No promises."

Katherine perched at the edge, legs stretched out in the sun, the scarf slipping just enough to card the curvature of her hip. She slid her sunglasses up, a wicked grin flicking to Ayla's blush."Relax, baby. Summer's just getting good."

They hadn't even been sprawled out ten arcminute before the stares got shameless. Two cabanas over, the rich old son who had been pretending not to calculate finally gave up the act, a glint of boldness after too many rum boozing and the pile of three barely-covered goddesses lounging like a private porn shoot.

They hadn't even been sprawled out ten arcminute before the stares got shameless. Two cabanas over, the fertile old male child who had been pretending not to look finally gave up the act, a glint of boldness after too many rum drinks and the sight of three barely-covered goddesses lounging like a private porn shoot.

At start the remark floated over like jokes, the kind of playful blood line men threw out when they expected nothing back. But when the girls didn't shut it down, when Katherine tilted her scarf a petty mellow and Marla gave a sly smiling, the look shifted. What started as teasing suddenly had weight, and the men leaned in, testing just how far the game might go.

One leaned over first base, dark glasses perched low on his olfactory organ, big gold picket glinting in the sun. He raised his glass, voice just gimcrack enough for the girlfriend to hear over the low thump of summertime medicine."Hope you don't creative thinker, dame, but you're making it genuine hard for us to pore on our wives."

Katherine didn't even cringe. She propped herself up on one cubitus, lips curling into that sly purr."Mmm, we don't mind. You're not the showtime today."She adjusted her scarf, giving them just a coup d'oeil more than thigh. Teasing, but deliberate.

Jess lifted her sunglasses, flicked her tongue over her stalk."Yeah ? You boys having a hard time back there ?"Her voice dripped with that foul coruscation that made men be given closer without even thinking.

Ayla giggled, trying to enshroud her smiling behind her deglutition, but Katherine nudged her with a toe."Don't hide, baby. Let ‘ em see how reasonably that shy smile is."

The boldest guy leaned forward, sunglasses tipped low, his interpreter rougher now."Truth is, we'd pay damn ripe money to see you girls bead those bikinis. pit, just a peek would be worth it."

One of the wives, stunning in that older, manicured way, manipulate tits, plump sass, sun-kissed hair, let out a gentle laugh, swatting his arm."Oh, hush. They don't need your inebriate nonsense."

Katherine didn't miss a beat. She tipped her nous back, sunglasses sliding down her nose, eye cutting over the wife too."Oh, I don't mind. If they wan na spend, why not let ‘ em dreaming, huh ?"

Jess snorted."What's damn commodity money, child ?"

The guy threw it out like it was nada."Ten grand."

Katherine purred."stunner, that's what my bag cost. You'll have to do better."

Jess laughed low."Ten grand for a peek ? That's what our bikinis cost."

Ayla's impertinence flamed garden pink. She squirmed on her dilly-dallier, zip on her shorts sliding just a partake get down when her hips shifted. One of the husbands caught it, nearly choking on his drink.

"XX,"he croaked, leaning forward now. Then, louder, bolder, like he couldn't stop himself ..."Fuck it. fifty dollar bill if you take that pretty top off and let us see a minute."

Katherine's backtalk curved slow and serious, that look that made even Ayla's second joint insistency tight together. She flicked her eyes to Jess, then Ayla, then back to the men."Mmm. fifty dollar bill ? Maybe we should make you boys bid for it. Highest turn gets the front end row."

One of the wives, a Melanerpes erythrocephalus with consummate cook lip and a diamond big enough to blind, leaned back on her lounger, smiling lazy and wicked."Shit, if he doesn't pay, I might,"she drawled."Hell, I'd pay front-row prices myself to see you girls strip each former down."

Jess barked out a low gag, dragging a hired hand down her belly to where her red Bikini barely clung."Mmm, you hear that, Ayla ? Maybe you should show these dough pa what a shy practiced girl really looks like when she's dripping."

Ayla hid her grin behind her crapulence but peeked at the men through her lashes. The zipper on her shorts slipped another inch when she crossed her wooden leg just to feel Tommy's absence that much more.

Katherine turned that wicked queen smile to the boldest guy."Fifty grand, and all you get is a peek ? Mmm. Maybe we should accuse by the in. Or by the moan."

That made the men laugh, nervous and woozy. One of them, already flushed, grabbed his wife's stifle like he needed permit just to talk."Fuck it. What if it's more than a peep ? What if we want to see you actually… do it ? Right there on the beach."

His wife let out a acutely bark of a laugh, shaking her head with that manicured elegance."You're out of your brain, baby. But if they actually went for it ?"Her smile curled unsafe, oculus sliding over Katherine and Jess like she was measuring them."I wouldn't look away."

The air thickened, salty, sticky, rich with that low pulse of stain just waiting to explode. Katherine tipped her nous, sassing pursed in mock cerebration."Do it ? Here ? Mmm. Now you're getting interesting."

That's when the shadows shifted, a magnanimous shadow falling over Ayla's articulatio humeri as she giggled. Tommy was back, towel tossed around his cervix, saltwater still dripping down his broad chest. His swimming drawers clung soaked and low, the blockheaded abstract of his stopcock print heavy enough to micturate the wife swallow hard.

Ayla squeaked when he brushed her shoulder with a thumb. He leaned down, planting a slow kiss to her temple, then ruffled her hair with that lazy, knowing smiling."What's all this, huh ?"

Katherine looked up at him, sunglasses sliding down just enough for him to see that wicked spark in her eyes."Oh, baby. You'll like this. These boys say they'll pearl fifty grand just to see us bare. Maybe a bit more if we do More than that."

Tommy barked a low laugh, shaking his foreland, dripping water onto Ayla's thigh. He flicked his gaze to the guy and the wife, that big cocky smirk tugging at his sassing as he dragged the towel slowly down his chest."fifty ? boy, you won't be disappointed at all. Better come up with a number they can't refuse."

One of the wives licked her back talk, no shame, eyes glued to where Tommy's swimming shorts stuck like a second gear tegument."Fuck. I'd pay a hundred just to watch him fuck you three afford on our yacht."

Jess giggled, that wildcat short sound making Ayla wriggle."A hundred ? For all of us ? love, that's an insult."

The boldest guy leaned forward, raising his glass in a toast."Two hundred. Two fifty if we get to see it up close. No cameras. Just us. You, him… whoever you need to hit it filthy."

Katherine grinned slow, flicking her eyes to Tommy, then back to the wives who were practically squeezing their thighs together in their reclining chair. `` Mmm. You want to see us British pound each other on your fancy yacht ? That 's a lot of zip ... but maybe we 'll reach it worth every penny. ``

The redhead wife giggled, slapped her husband's shoulder, a mixed bag of nervous excitement and puckish oddity in her eyes."You say no, I'll drown you right here,"she teased, knowing full well how badly he wanted the show and herself just as intrigued by the three adult female's teasing confidence.

Tommy's voice dropped, low and fertile, pressing a thumb lightly to Ayla's mouth to calm her boot. He murmured to Katherine, optic flicking to Jess's wide, wicked smile."This is gon na be wild,"he said, feeling the electric car tension crackle in the air. The wife'boldness and the men's greedy smiles made it unclutter the scene would be More than a casual tease, this crowd wanted a full, effete show.

Ayla let out the softest, filthiest giggle, thighs pressing tight as the tender weighting of Tommy's wet underdrawers grazed her hip. The tension thickened like warm up love, heavy, sweet-flavored, and just waiting to drip.

The redheader with gross manipulate backtalk and a diamond ring that could sink a dory leaned forward, grin lazy and wicked."I'm Vivienne,"she said, nodding to the tall, big-shouldered man behind her."That's David Bruce, Isabel over there,"she flicked toward the modulate brunette with sharp lawn tennis arms,"and Monica,"her eye rested on the sun-kissed blonde lounging near the water supply."All of us part of the poove's Sin crew."

Katherine raised an eyebrow, simper flicking over her lips."Queen's Sin, huh ? Sounds tempting."She glanced at Ayla and Jess, who mirrored her smiling."Shall we make this functionary ?"

Vivienne's grin sharpened, leaning closer."We'll make it worth your while. Two fifty dollar bill K for the whole appearance, on our yacht at Dock 7. You'll have every bit of privacy you want and then some."

Katherine slid her phone into Vivienne's handwriting. Vivienne tapped quickly, saying,"I'll lay aside my number in here. Text me when you're fix, or if you want to up the ante."She saved it under"pansy's Sin,"eyes sparkling with anticipation."Bring more cock. gain the show wild. Keep us wet, and we'll make indisputable the tiptoe keep flowing. My married man loves a goodness surprise."

Bruce gave a low approving grunt. Isabel bit her lip, eyes flicking from Katherine to Tommy with a mix of curiosity and hunger. Monica hummed under her breath, eyes locked on Tommy's stocky abstract, already imagining the possibilities.

Jess barked out a filthy laughter, smacking Ayla's thigh. Ayla squeaked, pressing her thighs together, that shy little giggle dripping like honey."Mmm. more than pecker, to a greater extent tip,"she echoed, oculus flicking at Tommy like she already knew whose name she'd be moaning first.

Tommy leaned back, body of water glistening on his chest of drawers, towel draped loose around his neck, that thick cock photographic print making the married woman shift in their seat."Hope you got deep pockets, infant,"he rumbled, vocalization low enough to make believe Ayla shiver.

Vivienne winked."bobtail 7. pouf's Sin. Don't be late, my loves."

Katherine pocketed her speech sound, slow and queen-like."Oh, they'll get their money's worth. And more."

They turned away, giggling like sinners with a secret, the black and gold racing yacht at the end of the dock waiting like the angelic, smutty promise summer ever made .