Rachel’s company so much that Sophie found herself not being totally shocked when, after Nora hit a particularly lucky shot, she threw her arms around Rachel and kissed her. That was her story and she was sticking to it, she thought, especially after seeing the two of them deepen the kiss, their mouths opening to allow their tongues to meet and feeling her pussy contract in response.
Both women had taken off their tops earlier to reveal bathing suit tops and, as Rachel scooped Nora’s right breast out of her cup, Sophie swallowed convulsively at the erotic sight of her kneading that plump, bare flesh. Torn between wanting to stay to watch and wondering if they wanted some privacy, the decision to stay or go was taken out of her hands when they broke apart, laughing as they removed their tops before picking up their mallets as if nothing had happened.
“Come on, Sophie. You’ve seen our tits before, so it’s no biggie. Trust me, this warm weather is a fluke and won’t last so feel free to join us and get rid of your top if you want, but either way, it’s your shot,” Rachel told her.
Temptation beckoned and when she saw how the other two resumed the game as if doing so topless was no big deal, she shoved her insecurities aside and allowed her wine dulled senses to override her common sense and pulled her shirt over her head, glad that she hadn’t put a bra on this morning. She never could have imagined how erotic it would feel to walk around outside, her breasts bare, the warm breeze making her sun softened nipples pucker while she found the gentle sway of her breasts each time she took a step distractingly erotic. Grateful for the other two’s indifference and the happy effects from the wine, Sophie picked up her mallet and managed to hit her ball through the next hoop with one swing.
“Great shot, Sophie,” Nora called out. “I think you like being half naked outside. I know I do.”
“I like you bare too,” Rachel told Nora before leaning forward and taking her left nipple into her mouth, taking her time as she suckled that small rosy bud.
Sophie watched them with unabashed curiosity, glad it was just girls today. She didn’t think she could stand here and enjoy the sight of the two of them pleasing each other if any of the guys had been around even with her senses clouded by alcohol.
“Are you two going to play or make out?” Sophie asked with a smile wishing she had more experience when it came to sex. Watching was one thing, participating, indulging in some of the scenes she’d seen these two in was another.
Lifting her mouth from Nora’s breast, Rachel downed the rest of her wine, grinning as Nora did the same. “I’m for making out.”
“Me too. You’re welcome to join us,” Nora invited Sophie as she took Rachel’s hand.
“Uh, thanks, but I’ll pass. I’ll just put this stuff away while you two… uh, do whatever,” Sophie stammered.
“I wonder how much longer you’ll have to be here before you quit blushing,” Rachel teased. “Leave everything and we’ll help you in a little while. Right now one of the chaise lounges in the solarium is calling to us.”
Sophie watched the two of them run hand in hand into the glass enclosed solarium, strip off their shorts and fall together on a lounge, their naked, writhing bodies clearly visible through the floor to ceiling glass windows. Unable to keep her eyes from straying towards the two of them, Sophie started to gather up the croquet equipment and store them in their carrier, her own body reacting distractedly to the sight of them dipping their fingers into each other’s pussies as their mouths clung together.
Adrian stood in the same corner of the house that Sophie had stood in the other day, and just like she had, found he was unable to move away from watching the three of them, the sight of three pairs of naked, bouncing breasts too much to resist. Even though he had been witness to Nora and Rachel pleasuring each other
Stefan Zweig, Wes Anderson