Total Abandon (6 page)

Aimee took her hand. “Okay, just think about it.”

Sandra shook her head. “You are a total nutcase.”

Aimee grinned. “That’s why we get along so well.”

Five

Craig stared at Sandra over the picnic table, his hands around the beer bottle in front of him. Big masculine hands. She could feel her breasts swell at the need to feel those hands on her breasts.

“Go ahead, Sandra. You know you want to.” Aimee, who sat beside Craig, smiled at her with that cute quirky grin of hers, showing the dimples in her cheeks.

“Do what?” Sandra asked.

“This!” Aimee lurched to her feet and ripped open her blouse, revealing round, full, and very naked breasts.

Her big dusky rose nipples puckered as she grabbed Craig’s hand and placed it on one of her breasts. Craig wrapped his other arm around her and kissed her, his hand still fondling her breast. James stepped behind Aimee and she drew back from Craig as James’ hands curled over her breasts and stroked, then cupped them.

Sandra’s breasts ached to be touched like that.

“Go ahead, Sandra.” Aimee smiled, then dropped her head back against James’ naked chest and sighed. “It feels so good.”

Sandra wanted to. Why shouldn’t she?

Somehow both men were naked now. Aimee climbed on top of James’ lap, her back to his chest, his hands cupping her breasts. Her hard nipples peeked between his fingers.

The tiger on Craig’s arm and shoulder seemed to pulse with life. She wanted to touch it. The picnic table melted away and she stepped toward Craig, then ran her hand along the tiger’s back. Although it was tattooed on his skin, it felt like real fur. The animal made a rumbling sound as she stroked. It then prowled over his shoulder and down his chest, toward his rock-hard, fully erect penis. The animal licked the penis, then curled around it as a cat would someone’s leg. It licked again, then bounded away.

Sandra’s gaze remained locked on that huge cock. Oh, God, she wanted to climb on top of it and ride it until her whole body shattered into a cataclysmic orgasm.

“Do it, honey,” Aimee encouraged. She eased herself to her feet and wrapped her hand around James’ enormous cock, then held it as she lowered her body onto it.

Her blood boiling inside her, Sandra ripped open her dress and dropped it to the ground. Now she stood totally naked in front of them, her breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing. She stepped forward and wrapped her hand around Craig’s big cock. Solid. Rock-hard. She desperately wanted it inside her.

Craig stroked her hair back from her face, then curled his fingers around her head and drew her toward him. His lips met hers sweetly, with a wonderful tenderness. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the intimate kiss, accepting his tongue inside her mouth, stroking it with her own tongue. His hands covered her breasts and she gripped his shoulders for support.

Yearning soared through her, overwhelming her senses. She pressed her hands on his chest. He lay down and she climbed on top of him. Wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, she positioned herself over him, then she lowered herself down. Oh, God, he felt incredible as he glided into her, penetrating deeply. She rested on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips, and reveled in the feeling of his hardness inside her, stretching her impossibly tight.

Without even moving, her body quivered, close to orgasm already. She raised herself, then lowered again. He wrapped his hands around her hips and rolled her over, then thrust deeply. The trembling in her body increased as pleasure washed through her. He drew back and surged forward again, filling her deeply. She gasped and rode the rising wave. Orgasm was so close.

He drew back and thrust again. She clung to him, then gasped as pleasure catapulted through her. Her whole body trembled and convulsed. As the orgasm claimed her, the feel of Craig’s body on hers melted away. She opened her eyes, still quivering in pleasure, and realized she lay in the bed alone.

Another dream. A hot, totally awesome dream!

*   *   *

A tap sounded at Sandra’s door.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Can I come in?” Aimee asked through the door.

Sandra glanced around but couldn’t see a clock in the room.

“Sure. What time is it?” Sandra asked, her voice scratchy. She cleared her throat as she pushed the covers back and sat up.

“It’s eight.” Aimee opened the door and entered the room, a bright smile on her face and a steaming mug of coffee in her hand. The aroma tickled Sandra’s senses. Mmm, that’s what she needed right now. As if reading her mind, Sandra handed her the cup.

“I thought you could use this.”

“Thanks.” Sandra took the cup and sipped. The coffee had a subtle acidity balanced with the rich flavors of milk chocolate and hazelnuts. Definitely the Mexican blend she’d brought along as part of her contribution to the food this weekend.

“I thought we might go for a swim before breakfast. You game?”

Sandra thought about diving into cold lake water so early in the morning and shivered. She much preferred swimming in a heated pool. “I don’t know. How’s the water?”

“Invigorating.”

Sandra’s face puckered. “You mean cold.”

Aimee grinned impishly. “Well, you can have a shower instead, but the only one we’ve got is outside.”

Damn. Hose water would be even colder than the lake. Actually, it would probably be
from
the lake, but she was sure it would feel colder. And she’d have to wear her bathing suit, since she was absolutely not going to shower outside naked.

“Fine, I’ll go for a swim.”

Aimee patted Sandra’s leg. “It’s a glorious morning. You’ll love it.”

“Yeah, sure I will.”

Aimee laughed at Sandra’s dubious tone.

Sandra loved the outdoors, but she did not love being cold and wet in the morning. She preferred swimming in the afternoon, when the sun was blazing hot.

She took another sip of her coffee, then pushed her feet to the floor.

“Give me ten minutes.”

“I’ll wait for you on the deck.” Aimee left the room.

Sandra opened the drawer and riffled through the contents for her favorite bikini in a tropical floral print of reds, oranges, and greens. She tugged it out, then headed for the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Sandra followed Aimee along a path through the trees.

“Why aren’t we just going to the beach out front?” Sandra had assumed they’d go swimming at the lovely sandy beach only yards from the front of the cottage.

“This place is more private. You’ll like it.”

The path led them out of the trees to another beach, but here the shore circled around, forming an enclosed bay not visible to the open lake or the other shore. Sunshine glazed the glassy surface of the calm water.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Aimee dropped her straw bag and towel on the beach.

“It is.” Sandra set down her towel and untied the sarong she wore over her bathing suit, then laid it on top of the towel.

Out in the middle of the bay was a swim raft with a ladder on one side. She’d love to come out here in the afternoon and swim out to the raft, then lie back and work on her tan.

Aimee untied the belt of her short red terry cloth cover-up and dropped the garment on the ground. Sandra’s eyes popped open as she realized Aimee wore nothing underneath the robe.

Aimee stepped into the water up to her ankles. “Are you going to join me?”

Sandra stepped into the water, too. It was cool, but not as cold as she’d thought it would be. The long hot days of the past couple of weeks had done a good job warming it up. She waded in to her knees.

Aimee laughed. “I meant why not lose the bathing suit.”

Sandra glanced at her uncertainly.

“It’s not like there’s anyone around, and it really feels great swimming with the water against your bare skin.”

Sandra glanced down at her skimpy bikini. “It’s not like I don’t have a lot of bare skin now.”

Aimee waved away her words. “Not the same thing.” Aimee waded deeper into the water. “Come on. Give it a try.”

Sandra glanced around. It was pretty private here. Reluctantly, she reached around behind herself and unfastened her bikini top. She removed it quickly and tucked it inside her sarong, just in case anyone happened by.
As if that would be my main concern.
She tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her bikini bottoms, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Shedding her top out in the open was hard enough.

She turned and raced into the lake, then dove in. Her nipples hardened at the cool water. She swam out until her feet didn’t touch the bottom. Aimee swam toward her, then treaded water beside her.

“Nice, eh? There’s a big rock over here somewhere that you can stand on.” She swam away, then circled around for a bit. “Here it is.”

Aimee stood up, revealing her naked breasts above the water, which caressed her hips just below her navel.

“Well, what a beautiful sight.”

Sandra sucked in air at Craig’s voice. She glanced toward the beach. Both Craig and James stood watching. Rather than diving back into the water, Aimee placed her hands on her hips and posed.

“Well, thank you.”

Sandra wanted to cover her own breasts, but she had to tread water. Anyway, the guys couldn’t really see her under the surface like this.

“Why don’t you gentlemen come and join us?” Aimee asked.

Immediately, Craig tugged on his T-shirt and started pulling it up, but James grabbed his arm.

“Hold on,” James said. “What about you, Sandra? Do you want us to join you?”

She glanced at Aimee and licked her lips. It wasn’t up to her to spoil her friend’s fun. “I … uh … well, I was just heading back to the cottage so … if you’ll give me a minute…”

“Of course.” James nudged Craig with his elbow. “Turn around.”

“Huh?” Craig asked, his gaze firmly on Aimee’s breasts.

“I said, turn around for a second.”

Craig glanced at Sandra, then smiled. “Oh, sure.”

Both men turned around. Aimee pushed herself from the rock and swam toward Sandra.

“Listen,” she said, when she was close enough that her voice wouldn’t carry to the shore, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I’ve got to admit, and I don’t know if it’s all the fresh air, seeing Craig again, or maybe it’s that darned list we made—probably the last—but I really want a man right now. And there are two willing ones right here. You sure you don’t want to stay? You probably need this more than I do.”

Sandra thought about her dream last night. She definitely needed to get laid, but … she couldn’t just … do it.

Her cheeks flushed and she shook her head. “No, this is not for me, Aimee. I’ll just go back to the cottage.”

“Aw, honey, I don’t want to ditch you like this.”

“Don’t worry about it. Really.”

Aimee swam a little closer. “Listen, I have an idea. I can understand why you might not want to jump in whole-hog. But why don’t you … you know, watch.”

“What?”

“Remember number seven on the list? Or was it eight? Voyeurism. This way you can do something a little risqué, but not stray too far outside your comfort zone.”

“Can we turn around yet?” Craig called from the shore.

“I’m going.” Sandra turned and swam toward the shore.

“Okay, but think about it,” Aimee said, then called to Craig. “Give her another minute.”

Sandra’s feet touched bottom and she covered her breasts with her hands as she walked toward the shore, even though the men still faced away. She had to walk past them to get to her things and they’d see her in their peripheral vision.

“Um … could you guys turn a little more to the left?” Sandra asked.

Craig started to turn toward her.

“No!” she cried. “The other left.”

Immediately, he turned the other way. Sandra dashed to her stuff and grabbed her sarong and quickly wrapped it around her body and tied it over her breasts so it formed a strapless dress.

“Okay, you can turn around. I’ll just head back now.”

The men turned around and James smiled at Sandra. Craig nodded her way, then his gaze spun back to Aimee, who was swimming toward the rock again.

“Hey, guys.” Aimee stood up on the rock and waved at them, her wet breasts glistening in the sunshine. “You don’t mind if Sandra stays and watches, do you?”

Craig thrust off his shirt. “That’s okay with me.”

Sandra glanced away as he unbuckled his pants and thrust them down. Seconds later, she heard footsteps splashing through the water, then a bigger splash as he dove in.

Sandra turned and started to walk away.

“Wait, Sandra,” James said.

Six

Sandra stopped and glanced around. James picked up something from the sand and held it out to her.

Oh, damn. It was her bikini top. She hadn’t noticed it fall on the beach when she’d grabbed her sarong in such a hurry.