Cindy & Her Niece Margaret

Jeff arrived at Cindy’s apartment that Friday night promptly at eight. His wife had been in a rage when he left. She didn’t believe for a minute that he’d been called by an old college room-mate and had to go out with him.

But Jeff would worry about Allison later. Right now he was almost faint with excitement at the prospect of a real date with Cindy. After the amazing sex session she had treated him to in the office a few days earlier, he couldn’t imagine what might happen during an evening at her place.

He had taken the Viagra as she had told him to. Of course now he couldn’t breathe without his cock hardening up. And the damn thing just stayed up…it wouldn’t hardly go down!

He rang the bell to Cindy’s apartment. After a minute his red headed secretary opened the door. She looked great! She was wearing a red satin shirt that was stretched tight around her bountiful breasts. Jeff noticed immediately that her prominent nipples were jutting through the shiny material. She was also wearing a long, black leather skirt that was slit up to her thigh and showed an enticing glimpse of stocking top. She moved towards him sexily on high stiletto heels.

“I hope I’m not late…” Jeff said as he tentatively walked in.

“Of course you aren’t…” Cindy said, walking up to him, taking his arm and pulling herself tight to his side…”I’m so glad to see you!…”

She swiveled around and pressed her lush curves up against him as she whispered into his ear…” Did you take your pill?”

Jeff couldn’t believe the excitement that washed over him at the feel of Cindy’s luxurious tits crushing against his chest. As she teasingly tilted her loins up into his, his cock immediately responded, swelling instantly it a fierce rigidity. He knew she couldn’t help but feel it thrusting against her.

“Yes, you did!….I can feel it!…Good boy!…” she whispered, doing a lewd little grind against his aching boner….”You know how much a hard cock turns me on!…A little later we can…ummm…” she murmured as she darted her tongue wetly into his ear and then pulled away from her excited young boss

“Now I’d like you to meet someone!”

Jeff had been so distracted by his incredibly sexy secretary that he hadn’t noticed that there was someone else sitting there.

On the couch in the living room was a very pretty young lady.

“This is my niece, Margaret…” Cindy said.

“Hello Margaret.” Jeff said, somewhat surprised at how this date was shaping up.

Margaret was dressed in some kind of a school uniform, a white blouse with a blue, plaid tie and matching plaid skirt. She was wearing white tights and little black loafers. She had fairly long, blonde hair that was done up in a pony tail. She seemed quite at ease and had stood up as Cindy introduced her.

“Margaret, this is my boss from work, Mr. Young. Margaret got stood up by her boy friend after school this afternoon. Can you believe it? I hope you don’t mind if she joins us for dinner. She’s got a party to go to later on. There’s a good, little Italian restaurant I know, just around the corner if that’s alright with you two.

“Hello Mr. Young.” Margaret said extending her little hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you”

“It’s nice to meet you Margaret. I’m sorry you got stood up at school.”

“Oh that’s O.K. Sorry to barge in on you guys like this.”

“Don’t be silly.” Cindy said.

“Jeff and I were just planning a quiet evening together. Nothing special… It’ll be fun to have you along. Now I’m just going to freshen up a little. You two can get better acquainted. I’ll be right back…” she said as she headed off to the bedroom.

Jeff sat down on a chair opposite Margaret. As she sat down Jeff noticed that her little plaid skirt rose up well above her knees. He tried not to stare as he looked up at the smiling young lady across from him.

“Are you going to State University Margaret?”

“Well no. Actually, I’m at St. Rose’s Academy. That’s a junior college about four blocks from here. I’m a senior there. I’ll be graduating this year.” As she spoke, Margaret leaned back on the couch and let her legs drift open a little. She didn’t seem to notice that her little skirt was creeping up higher and higher. It was getting hard for Jeff to ignore the intriguing spectacle that Cindy’s little niece was providing.

He was surprised to hear that Margaret was only in prep school. That would make her eighteen or nineteen. He thought she seemed older.

“What’s the deal with getting stood up? I’m surprised a pretty girl like you would get left at the school gate. What kind of a boy friend would leave you in the lurch like that?” Jeff asked, trying to make the incident sound humorous.

“He’s an asshole! And he doesn’t know what he’s missing!…” Margaret said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. As she spoke, she leaned back a little further and let her legs spread apart even further.

Jeff was just getting comfortable with the small talk but suddenly he was totally tongue tied. Margaret’s little skirt had hitched up enough with her squirming that Jeff could see her uncovered groin. And what was totally mesmerizing him was the sweet little blonde’s bare pussy, exposed by a pair of crotchless tights! Jeff couldn’t tear his eyes away. Her full lipped, baby pink vagina was framed by the open center of her white leggings.

“Emmmmm!….Ahhhh!…He doesn’t know what?…Excuse me?…” Jeff stammered, looking up guiltily. His cock was throbbing painfully in his shorts.

“I had a little surprise planned for him tonight! Something I think he really would have liked!…” Margaret said smiling, letting one hand drift down into her lap. She was tracing her fingertips slowly up her inner thigh as she said…”What do you think Mr. Young?…Do you think he’d like it?…”

“Are you guys ready to go?…” Cindy asked as she swept back into the room.

Margaret calmly readjusted her skirt and got up from the couch. Jeff was sure that Cindy hadn’t seen what he had seen.

“Jeff? Are you alright? Are you ready to go?…” Cindy asked as Jeff just sat there looking thoroughly distracted.

“Ready?…Sure I’m ready!..” Jeff stammered as he executed a very awkward bend, twist and rise motion designed to adjust his bulging cock comfortably in his pants without touching it.

Cindy watched him with amusement, staring pointedly at his crotch.

“You do look ready, I must say…” Cindy said, licking her lips as she looked at her flushed boss.

“Well let’s go then!’

They arrived at the restaurant and were seated without further incident. They were at a little booth in a quiet corner with Margaret sitting next to Jeff and Cindy sitting across from them.

Jeff could smell Cindy’s perfume from across the table. She smelled very good. Margaret was pleasant but fairly quiet, letting Cindy lead the conversation. Jeff was trying to relax and be cool but he was noticeably flustered.

It was when the waitress had arrived to take their order that it happened. Cindy was just placing her order… “I’ll have the oysters and then I’ll have the pasta primavera…” when he felt Margaret’s hand slide into his lap. He looked over at her anxiously but Margaret was paying attention to the waitress and to what her aunt was saying. Her hand however, was paying attention to his cock.

Jeff reached for his napkin and slid it into his lap. He grappled with the schoolgirl’s hand, trying to brush it away from his groin. But Cindy’s niece was not to be so easily discouraged. She reached a little further down and grabbed Jeff’s balls in her cupped palm. She gave them a vicious wrench and held them like that in an excruciating twist.

“Do you think you might want to have something with me, Mr. Young?…” Margaret asked him cooly

“Unnnnn!…Whaaaat?…Ohhh!…” Jeff gasped quietly as Margaret regarded him with a knowing smile.

“Do you want me to split something with you?…The portions are huge!…I know what’s good here!..” Margaret said as she tightened her hand around his cringing nuts.

“Ahhhh!…I’ll!…I’ll!…Sure!…That’s fine!…Whatever!…” he blurted out as Margaret ground his testicles together agonizingly in her palm. Without any more fuss he put his shaking hands together in front of him on the table.

The waitress & Cindy looked at him a little uncertainly. Margaret distracted them by saying she was ready to order. At the same time she eased the excruciating pressure she was exerting on Jeff’s balls. In a moment more she had gone back to fondling his somewhat wilted member through his pants.

“We’re going to share!… I’ll think we’ll start with the shrimp..” she said, coughing a little to cover the noise of Jeff’s zipper as she smoothly ran it down his slacks. She reached in and pulled his pliant tool out of his fly.

“Then we’ll have the jumbo sausage with pesto…”

She smiled at Jeff as she closed her fist around the top of his shaft and squeezed encouragingly.

‘I’ve had it before Mr. Young. I really liked it!…” she said, jabbing her thumb into the sensitive little fold of skin under the tip of his cock crown where she rubbed him expertly.

“Ahhhh!…Yessss!…That’ll be fine!…” Jeff said, hunching forward a little over the table as his cock grew rock hard and throbbing under Margaret’s skillful caress.

Her little hand was kneading his flesh rhythmically while she used her thumb to polish the responsive rim under his knob. He was incredibly aroused by the teenager’s wanton touch. With her thumb gliding back and forth against his sensitive cock crown it was almost no time at all before his pre-come began to flow.

“Ummm, yes!…” Margaret said enthusiatically…”and I think we’ll have the sauce with that, the cream sauce! Is that all right with you Mr. Young?…” she asked as she deliberately dragged her thumbnail back and forth over his little pee slit.

Jeff sucked in a sharp breath. His erection pulsed with excitement when Margaret did that. She smiled as his pre-come ran hotly under her deft caress. She slipped her closed fist up and down over his knob a couple of times to get it good and slick.

The waitress left them, looking at the trio with an apprehensive expression. An awkward silence descended on the table

Jeff couldn’t believe that this little teenage schoolgirl was so casually and expertly fondling him like this in a public place. He was terrified that Cindy would notice the way Margaret’s shoulder was flexing as she gently fisted him. But Margaret only pumped him for a few seconds before she went back to her torrid squeezing.

“Unnnn!…Nnnn!…Ahhh!…” he groaned quietly, unable to stifle his response to Margaret’s clever fondling. The tension in his groin was becoming unbearable, no doubt enhanced by the Viagra he had taken earlier. He glanced anxiously at Margaret, trying to signal her that he wasn’t going to be able to withstand much more of her teasing.

Margaret returned his gaze with an amused smile. His cock was huge and pounding under her manipulating fingers. She knew she was bringing him to the edge and she liked that. With a practiced twisting of her greasy palm, she began to work over his engorged cock crown.

Cindy noticed how flushed Jeff was becoming. She also noticed that Margaret had had only one hand on the table for some time. She had a pretty good idea what was going on.

“I didn’t know you liked sausages and cream Margaret…”

“Oh yes aunt Cindy!…I like them a lot!”

The waitress returned just then with some bread and chili seasoned oil for dipping. As she was arranging it on the table Cindy said..

“Are you going to give Margaret your cream sauce Jeff, since she likes it so much?…”

“I…Uhhhh!…I!…I don’t know!…” Jeff stammered, his face going a brilliant red with embarrassment. His eyes darted back and forth nervously between the pert little teenager sitting beside him and the voluptuous older woman sitting across from.

“Oh I’ll bet you will Jeff!…I’ll bet it’s just a matter of time before she gets it!…” Cindy said with a lewd wink.

“You do want that on the side don’t you Margaret?…”.

“Oh yes definitely!…Then I can spread it all over everything!…”

“Margaret!…Please!…Why don’t we try something else!…” Jeff whispered quietly, praying that the little blonde would understand his veiled hint and give him break from her relentless teasing. But Margaret only smiled sweetly and began jacking his cock with long, slow pulls that made his balls pull up tight with arousal.

“Unnnnn!…” he grunted in helpless response.

“Margaret, do you like spicy sausage?…” Cindy asked. Ignoring Jeff’s squirming she reached over to idly run one red nailed fingertip around in the chili seasoned oil. She then delicately placed her fingertip to her lips and tasted it.

“Oohh!…That has a real bite to it!…”

“Ummm!…Yes aunt Cindy!…I do like my sausage hot!…The hotter the better!…”

“This hot?…” Cindy asked coyly, running two fingers around in the oil.

An excited smile spread across Margaret’s face as she understood what her aunt was suggesting.

“Oh hotter that that aunt Cindy!…You can’t make it too hot for me!…”

“Aren’t you the adventurous one. Tell me, do you think this would be spicy enough?…” Cindy asked, laying her palm down flat in the peppery oil. Then she lifted up her hand and held it up in front of Margaret & Jeff. The red tinged oil coated her palm and ran in webs between her spread fingers.

Margaret beamed with excitement.

“Oh yes aunt Cindy! That would be perfect!…” she enthused. She removed her hand from Jeff’s lap, leaving his distended member jutting out naked from his fly.

Jeff had watched Cindy’s lewd display in dawning comprehension.

“Cindy you’re not!…You wouldn’t!…Not here!…Don’ttt!…” he pleaded.

“There, there sweetheart! What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander!…” Cindy declared. She glanced quickly around the restaurant to make sure no one was paying any attention. Then she swiped her palm once more through the spicy oil and reached under the table. Her hand darted out and before Jeff could do anything she had closed her greasy fist around his shaft.

“Noooo!…” he whimpered as Cindy began to stroke the zesty oil up and down his tool.

“Why Margaret!.. I can’t believe you’ve been jacking off my boss right here in this restaurant!…” she said with a wicked smile.

Margaret blushed a little and smiled coyly but she didn’t say anything.

Holding Jeff’s eyes with hers, Cindy stroked his rigid cock up and down, up and down, coating his entire length with the fiery oil.

“Oohh!…Ohhhh!…Unnnn!…” Jeff groaned. His cock immediately began to burn under Cindy’s gliding hand. She could feel the veins in his shaft pulse angrily in her clenched fist as the chili oil seared his flesh.

“Mr. Young! …She’s only eighteen!….I can’t believe you’d take advantage of a young girl like this!….” Cindy said in mock amazement. Her eyes shone with amusement as her young boss writhed around helplessly at her cruel masturbation.

“I didn’t!…I mean… it was her!…Ohhhh!…Owwww!…” Jeff groaned as his now livid tool sizzled with pained excitement.

Cindy regarded him with delight as she smeared his swollen knob with the astringent oil. While she did that she squeezed his knob to open his pee slit and made sure to massage a dollop of the zesty oil into his sensitive urethra. Before she was done she reached down and gave Jeff’s balls a squeeze, wiping the remainder of the oil over his drum taut testicles.

“Nnnnn!….Noooo!….Ahhhh!…” Jeff groaned, stiffening and squirming. It felt like his whole groin was on fire after Cindy’s slippery caress.

“Now Margaret!… No more teasing! ” Cindy smirked, leaning back, removing her hand from under the table and wiping it with her napkin. No sooner had she done that then the waitress appeared with their dinner.

Even while their dinner was being served Cindy could see that Margaret was moving her hand back into Jeff’s lap. In another moment she thought she could detect her niece’s shoulder flexing again across the table.

“How’s he supposed to eat his appetizer if you keep doing that?…” Cindy said with a wink.

“Doing what, aunt Cindy?…” Margaret asked innocently. She loosely fisted Jeff’s hot flesh and smiled as he squirmed helplessly at her touch.

“I don’t think he’s really thinking about eating anyway!”

Jeff’s erection was burning fiercely from the chili oil and Margaret’s persistent masturbation. He was sure that the waitress would figure out what was going on and possibly throw them out. And if that wasn’t enough, he was going to come at any second if Margaret continued her obscene fondling.

“Unnnn!….Unnn!…Nnnnnn!…” he moaned as quietly as he could, trying futilely not to writhe around in his seat.

The waitress looked somewhat suspicious but Cindy said to her…”When he gets real hungry sometimes he gets a little faint.”

“We’ll be fine!..Thanks very much!…” she said as the waitress left them, glancing back once or twice over her shoulder.

“His cock’s awfully hard aunt Cindy!…And hot too!…” Margaret said excitedly.

Jeff groaned quietly, the sweat beading on his brow and his hands clutching the edge of the table.

“You know what he especially likes?…He likes it when you jack him off really hard, don’t you baby?…” Cindy said with a lewd wink .

A sly smile creased Margaret’s face when she heard this.

“Is that true Mr. Young?…Do you want me to do it harder!…” the little schoolgirl asked as she bent a closer to Jeff. Without waiting for an answer she closed her hand tight on his engorged shaft and started yanking his tool up and down like a pump handle!

“Nnnnn!….Naaahhhh!…Ohhhh!..”

.

“Like that?…Is that how you like it?…”

“Goddd!…Nooo!…Please!…Stop!…Don’tttt!… Jeff pleaded, squirming and panting. It felt like Margaret was going to rip his tool out by the root. But it also felt like his burning balls were going to explode.

Margaret didn’t seem to hear him. She watched his face intently as she beat his inflamed cock with a wickedly demanding stroke.

“Unnn!…Nnnn!…Noooo!….” Jeff cried as his balls knotted up frantically.

“That’s it!… Umm Hmm!…Yesss!…Do it!…Faster!…Make it hurt!…” Cindy urged.

Margaret returned her aunt’s lewd smile and really leaned into her vigorous masturbation.

“Ahhhhhhhh!….” Jeff groaned almost continuously as the burning tingling built and built in his cock. Margaret’s frictioning hand was irresistible and he strained upwards under her lurid fondling.

You could hear an audible, fast paced “Shikkk!…Shikkk!…Shikkk!….” sound coming from under the table, the sound of Margaret’s hand pistoning up and down on Jeff’s inflamed member.

“You’re going to come for me aren’t you Mr. Young?…Yesss!…Yesss!…Come Onnn!…”

“Goddddd!…Noooo!…Yessss!….No!….Unnnnn!…”

Margaret bit her lip as she flailed away at Jeff’s cock relentlessly.

“Yesss!…Come on!…Come Mr. Young!…Unn Hnn!…Unn Hnn!…Give it to me!…You know you can’t hold it anymore!…”

“Ahhhhh!…Ahhhh!…Nnnnaaaaa!….” Jeff moaned. Oblivious to where he was, he rose up in his seat, clutched the edge of the table with both hands and hunched frantically into Margaret’s drumming fist.

“Yesss!…I can feel it aunt Cindy!…He’s going to come!…He’s going to come nowwww!…” Margaret whispered with a knowing smile. Her shoulder was flexing furiously as she tugged away in Jeff’s lap, milking him with wicked intent.

“Naaaaaaa!….” Jeff was unable to stifle his cry. His body went completely rigid and his eyes were wide as saucers as the first volley of come erupted. His balls spasmed so hard, it felt like he had been kicked in the nuts by a mule!

“Aggggggg!!…Ahhhhh!….Naaaa!…” he panted as his cock erupted volcanically. His body twitched where he half stood at the table like he was being electrocuted. It felt like someone was jabbing an ice pick into his shaft as his sperm jetted out in fiery torrents.

HEADING OUT

At nine o’clock that night, Cat was back in Bungalow 9 with Elsa, watching local French Polynesian television, and trying to translate it with the modicum of French that she had learned in high school. A knock came at the door.

“Hey guys,” Jay’s voice came from the far side of the door, “let’s go.”

“What?” Elsa asked, getting up and heading towards the front of the bungalow to let Jay in. “Go where?”

“There’s a bar in town,” Jay explained as the door opened. “The Coral Corral. Iara and Iwao both want to go, and I said that I could get you both to come, as well.”

“I don’t know,” Elsa began, obviously reluctant to head back out.

“There’s going to be live music, and dancing,” Jay explained. “Come on, you’re not seriously going to come halfway around the world, to one of the most beautiful places on the world, and piss it away watching television you barely understand, are you?”

Jay had a point. But though it won over Elsa, Cat was a harder sell.

“I’m not gonna go hang out a bar with a whole bunch of sweaty, drunk men, dressed like this,” the brunette said, flicking the strap above her left cup with her thumb. “Let alone go dancing.”

The smile returned. Jay’s addictive, charming, gorgeous smile. “I already told Iara and Iwao that you’d come.”

No sell.

“Dosan’s not coming, so that’s one less guy who’ll be ogling your butt.”

No sell.

“I’ll be there, to protect you from the rest of the crowd.”

No sell, but Jay did get a raised eyebrow out of her.

“I’ll let you dress up.”

That was the turned point. “Dress up?”

Jay reached behind his back, and presented a small, black miniskirt. “It won’t exactly go with the red, white, and blue, but I’ll let you have the black top from yesterday back.”

The skirt looked tiny. And the thought of going to a bar in a bikini top was still unappealing. But Jay had been right - she couldn’t just sit here in the room all night. She agreed to go.

“Just let me have the bikini, and I’ll go get the black top for you,” he said.

Cat wasn’t about to just strip off her top for him, right there. He had tricked her into letting him see her naked the day before, sure. And they had had a great day together today. But there was no way that Cat was just going to get topless there in front of him. Not for the skirt, not for anything.

She untied the top in the bathroom, with the door shut, and held it out for him from behind the cover of the door.

“Thanks,” Jay said, but not moving. “Can I have the bottoms, too?”

“What?!!” Cat screamed. She and Jay had had such a good day. She thought he’d be beyond torturing her like this. “No way! No way am I going out without the bottoms!!”

“Hmmm,” Jay hummed sarcastically, asking out loud, “W.W.C.D. - What would Cat do?”

“I definitely wouldn’t make YOU go out in a miniskirt without panties!”

“There’s a part of me that would like to believe that,” Jay said, still not budging from his spot outside of the bathroom. “But I seem to remember a little incident with that guy Spencer in your office. You made him switch offices with you over a song, didn’t you? Even though he had, what, seven years of seniority over you?”

There wasn’t any verbal response from inside the bathroom, aside from a huff. An arm reached out of the crack in bathroom door a few seconds later though, holding two small patches of blue with white straps holding them together - Cat’s thong.

“Where’d you get the skirt, anyways?” Cat asked as Jay headed out the door. “You didn’t bring, that, too?”

As the door was swinging closed, Jay answered, “Nah, Iara gave it to me to lend to you. Because of your ‘missing luggage.’”

THE CORAL CORRAL

“This isn’t a skirt,” Cat complained to Jay outside the Coral Corral. “It’s a wide belt.”

Cat had reason to complain. When she agreed to come out that that night, she hadn’t yet really seen the skirt up close. When she’d actually put it on, she’d been horrified. The skirt was only about ten inches long, coming just barely down past the bottom of her ass. If she shifted wrong tonight, if she unclamped her legs for just five seconds, her pussy was going to be on view for anyone who cared to see it.

Not that the other two women were exactly overdressed. Elsa was the most dressed of the three, and all she was wearing was a slinky red tube dress that came down just a little further than Cat’s borrowed miniskirt. Iara was wearing on a little bit more than Cat (though by her own choice, Cat mused). Her actual skirt came down to about mid-thigh, but then strands of material dropped from the hem down to the floor. She was wearing a tube top, clearly showing off her finely shaped stomach. Cat caught Jay glancing at Iara more than once on the cab ride over, the three of them in one cab and Elsa and Iwao in the other.

So, as the five of them entered the bar, Cat was convinced that the three women were far too underdressed. Inside, though, she was definitely proved wrong.

Iwao and Elsa headed to find a table for them, while Iara, Cat, and Jay headed towards the bar. Everywhere around them were breasts, though.

There were probably two men for every woman in the bar, but every third woman managed to steal the attention away from the other two, being completely topless. Tourists. Islanders. The waitresses themselves. A huge portion of the women in the bar had taken off their tops, and were walking around the bar as if nothing was odd.

“What the hell’s going on here?” Cat asked Jay as they nudged their way through the crowd, Cat’s arms rubbing up against more than one naked breast on their way to the bar.

“I don’t know,” Iara replied casually, obviously not as dismayed at Cat was.

“I think I’ve got you’re answer,” Jay said, pointing up at a sign above the bar.

“Free drinks to freed women: take off your top, drink for free.”

Cat “harumphed.” Really. What sort of slut was going to take off her top for a few free drinks? Cat may have gambled away her dignity in the past, but she wasn’t about to just give it away to save a couple of bucks on alcohol. Especially when Jay had the corporate credit card. She may have been out in public, going commando in a tiny miniskirt and a bikini top, but she wanted no part in flaunting her tits around for every drunken asshole in the bar. She couldn’t understand why any woman would do that.

“I’ll have a vodka with pineapple juice, and a rum & coke,” Iara said, pulling her tube top over her head. Her nipples were standing at attention, obviously turned on by the attention that they were receiving, both from the bartender and from Wonderstorm’s vice president. As she stuffed the tube top in her purse, she asked the bartender cutely, “Do I have to pay for the rum & coke if it’s not mine?”

The bartender shook his head, obviously focused on the Japanese girl’s breasts. Finally looking her in the eye, he replied, “You’re supposed to, but I’ll just pretend you’re an alcoholic.”

Jay was transfixed. He tried to pretend he wasn’t looking, but it was obvious to everyone around him that he was. Iara’s nipples had a hypnotizing affect on him, drawing his eyes towards them as if there were nothing else in the room. All week, Jay had seen this woman in business clothing, perhaps a bit casual, but still relatively formal. And now, here she was topless, right in front of him. He remained perfectly immobile, staring at Iara’s tits, until Cat tapped his shoulder.

“Can you put this in your back pocket?” Cat asked, holding out the black bikini top. Her own breasts, which Jay had seen only for a few seconds the day before, were now out there for everyone to see.

“Sure,” Jay replied, not really sure how to respond. He took the black top, and placed in his back pocket, one cup in, and one cup hanging out. His attention had shifted from Iara’s nipples to Cat’s, but he was still barely coherent.

No, Cat hadn’t wanted to get topless. But she’d be damned if she was going to let Iara swoop in and steal Jay’s attention. The past few days had been good for Cat, at least in terms of her relationship with Jay. Sure, he was a little controlling when it came to the terms of the bet, but Cat wasn’t sure that she’d have been any different. And in the end, Jay’s hold over her was simply a turn-on for Cat.

It definitely felt odd, with her breasts out there for everyone to see. Cat and Iara together turned more than a few heads as they walked through the sea of people together, looking for Elsa and Iwao. They did eventually find them, Cat shocked by stumbling upon Elsa making out with Iwao. Cat sat down and handing the older woman her Fuzzy Navel. Elsa was now the only woman at the table with her top still on.

“Yeah,” she explained, “one of the waitresses - the topless waitresses! - told me about tonight’s special.” She shrugged. “I really can’t drop my top, because my breasts are just about the only thing holding my dress up.”

Cat pulled the black-haired woman aside. “What the hell’s going on with Iwao? What happened to Tensui?”

Elsa rolled her eyes. “Alright, so we went out for lunch today, just Iwao, Tensui, and I. Tensui doesn’t speak any English, but he kept saying all these really nice, really beautiful things about me, and about what happened last night. But I kept getting confused, you know, because it was Iwao that was saying them - I mean, saying them in English. So, as we were walking around, Tensui kept trying to hold my hand, but all I could picture was Iwao, saying all those beautiful things about me.”

“TRANSLATING,” Cat said, emphasizing the word. “TRANSLATING.”

Elsa just continued. “Anyways, I had Iwao break it off with Tensui for me. Tensui, I think, felt a little weird, so he headed off on his own, while Iwao and I had sex in the restaurant’s bathroom.”

Cat’s jaw dropped.

“Oh come on,” Elsa said to the brunette as she headed back to the table. “Just because you’re an old prude doesn’t mean that I have to be.”

Cat definitely felt awkward at first, but Iara’s casualness to her toplessness forced Cat to be a little bolder. She pretended to be just as aloof about her naked breasts as the Japanese girl, laughing and joking along with everyone else around the table. Iara was definitely trying to hit on Jay, trying to steal him away from Cat.

“Steal him away?” Cat asked herself. “Is even really mine to steal?” But Cat wasn’t going to give in, wasn’t going to give up what looked to be a burgeoning romance with Jay just because Iara was attempting to get in the way.

She danced with Jay, the music blaring in her ears, for nearly an hour. She rubbed her naked breasts up against his chest, against his back. She ground her ass in his crotch as her ran his hands up her naked sides. She danced with one of his legs in between hers, rubbing up against her naked pussy beneath her miniskirt. It was if it were all foreplay, because Cat was definitely getting wet, and definitely wanted more than just dancing. Her breasts bounced as she moved with the music, sometimes moving in the opposite direction of the rest of her body, as a result of inertia. She smiled to herself, thinking that she’d do anything for a pair of nipple tassels right then.

Of course, any sort of chance with Jay was nearly shot when Cat returned from the bathroom. Coming out of the ladies’ room and back out towards the dance floor, Cat found Iara grinding her own body into Jay’s, only a step away from having sex with him right on the dance floor. The Japanese girl turned, putting her back towards the tall, black-haired man, and grasping his hands in her own. Two sets of hands ran simultaneously across Iara’s chest, cupping her breasts and moving slowly down her body and towards her belly button.

“God,” Cat said as she sat down next to Elsa off to the side of the dance floor. “Look at her! What kind of ho dances with someone like that?”

Elsa gave Cat a look. “You were doing the same thing just like, four seconds ago.”

“Yeah, but that was different,” the brunette defended herself, searching for any logical reason that she could come up with. “I’ve known him for almost a year - she just met him yesterday.”

Iwao returned from the bar just then, actually having had to pay for his drink this time. That ended the conversation about Jay and Iara, but Cat still looked on with a mixture of disgust and jealousy.

The rest of the night went the same way, two women competing for the attention of Jacob Kelly. Whenever Cat thought she’d hit her low point, when she couldn’t possibly be any sluttier, Iara surpassed her and force Cat to stoop a step lower. Not that there was much more they could actually do - both girls were topless, wearing next to nothing from the waist down, and forcing Jay to run his hands all over their bodies. Cat guided his hands down her sides and into the waistband of her skirt, just along her hips. Iara guided his hands up the outside her her thighs, forcing her skirt just a little bit higher up her legs than it already was. Cat guided his hands up the inside of her thighs, stopping just below the point where it would have been bad taste.

More than one person had caught a glimpse of Cat’s pussy over the course the night. It was just a reality of the situation by the end of the night, and Cat benefited from just the right mixture of drunkenness, horniness, and determination that it didn’t bother her as much. One guy had actually pointed it out to his wife while Cat was seated on a bar stool and waiting for a drink. One woman (one the few with her top still on) had told her friend to “check out the tramp’s cootch!” when she thought Cat wasn’t paying attention. And Cat was sure that Jay had at least caught a glimpse of it while they were dancing and dry-humping on the dance floor.

It wasn’t clear who had won Jay that night, until the cabs arrived. Iwao had managed to secure two of them, but Cat was waylaid when she learned that Jay had lost her top.

“What do you mean you don’t have it anymore?” she asked her boss in disbelief. “I gave it you to hold on to!”

All five of them were standing outside the Coral Corral while the two taxi drivers looked on in interest. Iara had put her top back on. Apparently, Cat wasn’t going to have that luxury.

“Look, Cat, I’m sorry,” Jay apologized. Iara was holding onto his right arm, stroking his bicep under the short sleeve of his shirt. “I put it in by back pocket, and I must have rubbed up against something and it fell out.”

“Well, I can’t go back to the resort topless!” she shouted.

“Why not? What’s the big deal? You’ve been topless all night?”

Cat wanted to slap him. First, he had let Iara hang all over him all night. And now, he refused to see how big of a deal it was that she didn’t have her top. She was going to have to sit in the taxi completely topless, and then walk through the Black Pearl resort the same way.

“This driver wants to go,” Iwao said, doing his best to convey the impatience of the taxi driver.

Jay, Elsa, and Cat all looked at each other, wondering what to do.

“Fine,” Elsa said. “I’ll help Cat see if she can find the top in the bar. The rest of you should head back.”

It was clear that Iwao didn’t want to leave without Elsa, though. Which left Jay and Iara together. As the first cab sped off with the two together, Cat cursed and punched the wall of the bar. Tonight couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cat said, cursing her luck and rubbing her fist.

“So are we going to go in and look for it?” Elsa asked.

“No, fuck it,” Cat replied. “It’s late. There shouldn’t be too many around.” The bar was going to be way too crowded, way too dark for them to find a black bikini top. Jay was gone, with Iara, and there really wasn’t any point in trying to salvage her dignity - it had long ago gone out the window.

ONE NIGHT STANDS

The taxi driver was obviously pleased to have the topless girl sit next to him in the passenger seat. She covered her breasts with her hand, but the old man leered at her every chance he got. Elsa and Iwao sat in the back seat, smacking their lips together the whole way.

When they got back to the Black Pearl, Cat thought the worst of it was over. Iwao and Elsa stayed behind to pay the cab driver, but Cat just began heading for her room. She passed a honeymooning couple, a group of three guys (who all hooted and howled at her), and a pair of senior citizens on her way back to the bungalow. Passing by Jay’s bungalow, she heard him inside, obviously talking to someone. There was little doubt in Cat’s mind that it was Iara.

She was pissed. All day, she’d been flirting with Jay. All day. They’d had lunch together. They’d wrestled together on the beach. They’d gone swimming together. They’d had dinner together. There had definitely been three or four times that Cat thought they were going to kiss. But now, all that was ruined, because of Iara.

Still out on the walkway, Cat angrily slipped out of the black miniskirt. There were two middle-aged men walking down the walkway, towards the main area of the resort, as Cat did this. But she was beyond caring at this point. As she hung the skirt on the doorknob of Bungalow 7, one of the men tried to say something to her, but she just flipped him off, told him to got fuck himself, and breezed past them both up to her own bungalow. She slammed the door behind her and collapsed on the floor, her back leaning up against the door.

“Cat?” Elsa said from the far side of the bungalow door a few minutes later. She had knocked, which seemed odd to Cat.

“What?” the nude brunette asked, her forehead resting against her knees. She was still scrunched up against the front door of the bungalow.

“Can I come in? Can I talk to you for a second?”

Cat groaned. Something was obviously up. “Sure.”

Elsa said something to someone outside the bungalow, and Cat was sure it was Iwao. As the black-haired woman squeezed into the room, Cat was almost sure what she was going to asking her, and she was almost sure what her response was going to be.

“No.”

Elsa looked seriously disappointed. “Come on, Cat! You know that I’d do it for you! You know it!”

Cat shook her head again. “Elsa, I just want to go to bed. I don’t want any complications. Why can’t you go spend the night in Iwao’s room.”

“Because he’s sharing a bungalow with Tensui,” she explained. “And that’s just a little awkward, you know?”

Cat shook her head. “How did you work it out last night? Where was Iwao? Was he translating your screams of ecstasy?”

“He went and spent the night with Dosan. It’s just that, you know, I feel a little awkward asking Tensui to do the same thing.”

“So what? Where do you want me to go?” Cat asked in frustration. “Am I going to take a walk? Dressed like this?” She pointed to her completely naked body.

“Could you sleep in the bathroom, for just one night?” Elsa asked. “You can have all the blankets, all the pillows, all the sheets.”

“No,” Cat reaffirmed her position. “No, no, no, no, no.”

“I know you used my vibrator.”

“Okay, fine.” Cat was horrified, but she couldn’t bring herself to say much more. How in God’s name did Elsa know? She pondered that question on the tiled floor of the bungalow’s bathroom. The comforter was underneath her, providing some sort of cushioning for the girl. And she had a sheet over her, providing a sense of cover. And she had a pillow beneath her head. But as she lay awake, wondering how Elsa could have possibly known about last night’s escapade with the vibrator, all she could see was the toilet, right there in front of her face. There was just enough light in the bathroom to remind her of that fact as she lay there in her makeshift bed.

Elsa was not a quiet person in her normal, everyday life. She was not a quiet person when it came to sex, either. Despite her rough night, Cat was getting hornier and hornier, listening to Elsa’s squeals of pleasure. Even when the dark-haired woman was just breathing heavily, Cat could hear the panting through the walls. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Elsa called through the thin bathroom walls, as Iwao, apparently, fucked her. There was no denying the fact that Elsa came. Twice.