"That's a nice idea."That's a nice idea." She said. "But it's OUR turn to treat you." I insisted that they needn't go to the bother, but Michelle insisted, saying that dinner would be a six, and that this time, we could all go for a swim in the pool before hand. I agreed, if for no other reason, than to see them in sexy swim suits. At five, I knocked on their door, and Michelle answered, wearing a dynamite swimsuit that revealed more than it hid. I wore a pair of short trunks, and we looked each other over. "Oh my gawd! I've died and gone to heaven!" I said, after whistling at her choice of swimwear. Michelle laughed, "Wait 'til you see what Jackie's wearing." She said as she motioned me inside. I entered, laying my towel over the back of a chair. "Want anything to drink?" Michelle asked. I declined, but she went to the kitchen to retreive her wine glass. "Ta-Daaaa!" Jackie said, appearing from her bedroom. Jackie's suit was almost truly indecent, and I could feel my prick begin to bulge right away. Jackie's suit top was no more than two small circles of fabric that covered her nipples, just barely, and were held in place by very, very thin strings. The bottoms were high, french-cut, leaving the sides of her thighs exposed, and most of her lovely bottom. The fabric dove down between her legs at a severe angle, covering only about 1/2 of the area normally covered by her pubic hair. She'd shaved, that was obvious. As she modeled, I realized that the suit bottom must be only about a half-inch above the top of her slit. Looking at this took much less time than to explain it. In comic response, I clutched at my heart, feigning cardiac arrest. Michelle laughed again, but Jackie looked at me a bit exasperated. "I'd hoped you'd have grabbed something else!" She said sternly. "Will these suits be okay?" Michelle asked. "Okay for who?" I retorted. |