Key West by Lacey Alexander (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

their attention back to the stage, “get ready for lots of hot ladies! First up we have Jessica!”

A cute girl with short brown hair strutted onto the stage wearing bikini bottoms and a thin white tee that had been altered into a miniscule tank top, cut low and cropped just below her ample breasts. A guy Scott had picked from the audience approached her with a bucket of water, which he poured over her shoulders, drenching her in a huge splash. The skimpy t-shirt clung tight and transparent to her boobs, accentuating her pale curves and showing off dark, pointed nipples. As the crowd cheered, she danced sensually to the music that played, gyrating her hips, thrusting out the mounds so visible beneath the wet cotton, running her hands over them as she licked her lips.

“Let’s hear it for Jessica!” Scott yelled, and both the guys and girls in the audience whistled and screamed.

“Next is Nicole!”

The thin blonde who took the stage wore shorts beneath her tiny tee and this time two guys from the audience approached to spray her down with large water guns, each focusing on one breast while she held her arms over her head and watched her chest just as they did. She shimmied for them a little as they worked and soon her small, petite breasts shone clearly through. Like Jessica, Nicole did some dirty dancing, even running her hand down over the crotch of her short denim shorts, before responding to some yells of, “Show your tits!” by peeling the plastered cotton upward and jiggling her small pink nipples before the appreciative crowd.

As girl after girl was introduced, Carrie saw both big breasts and small, girls who ended up literally ripping their t-shirts off to go topless, and one who put her hand down her bikini bottoms to play with herself while the guys in the crowd went wild.

She’d been with Jon so long that she’d never understood how people could do intimate things with strangers, yet watching the blatant sexuality on the boat made her wonder if she had the chance with Chris…would she? Could she? God knew he was hot. But could she get intimate with a guy she’d just met? It was so far outside of her experience.

She’d be willing to bet Diana had been in more than one such contest in her life. What would it be like? Would it be liberating? Freeing? Was she somehow “trapped” and didn’t know it?

“Next up is Christine!” Scott yelled before a stunning, shapely blonde came on stage, her large breasts pointing boldly through the cotton even before a bucket of water was dumped on them. Molding her big mounds through the shirt, she licked her lips and did a hot, grinding dance, clearly enjoying the yells of the guys in the crowd. Finally easing the cotton up over her curves, she revealed big, beautiful breasts. Dancing over to Scott, she began rubbing her body up against him, leaving wet marks at his chest and the crotch of his shorts. He thrust back in rhythm with her pumping movements until she turned to the nearest girl—a topless redhead with pretty, medium-sized boobs and drew her into a hot kiss.

It was all Carrie could do not to touch herself, an urge and frustration that was getting worse by the second. Chris still leaned over the bar behind her. She could sense his nearness, her skin prickling with sexual awareness. Glancing down, she found her sensitive nipples jutting prominently through her bra and shirt, aching for sensation—any kind of sensation—a touch, a tweak, a kiss…or a clingy wet t-shirt.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Carrie’s longing crossed a bold new line, a line where she no longer cared about propriety or about what had felt right or wrong to her as recently as yesterday. For once in her life, she was going to do just do what she felt like—she was going to quit being such a damn angel.

Without saying a single word to Chris or even glancing his way, she pushed off the stool and headed for the stage. When she reached it, a girl with long brown hair was teasing the crowd, covering her wet breasts with her hands before slowly pulling them away with a provocative grin. Scott’s eyes were glued on her, but Carrie reached up to pull on his sleeve.

He looked down. “Whatcha need, honey?”

“Is it too late to get a t-shirt?” Her heart pumped a mile a minute.

A grin stretched across his face. “Of course not. Just walk around back and you’ll see a box of them. Hurry, though—this girl’s the last one, so you’re up next. What’s your name?”

“Carrie,” she yelled to be heard above the music.

“See you in a minute, Carrie,” he said with a wink.

Feeling rushed, she walked briskly behind the stage where a small partition was erected. Girls’ shirts, bras, shoes, and bikini tops lay scattered about and as soon as she plucked up one of the skimpy t-shirts, she didn’t hesitate to take off her own. Her body hummed with excitement, anticipation filling her as she dropped her bra and felt the warm, tropical breeze blow over her breasts, tightening her nipples even further. What would it be like to parade half naked before all those hungry eyes? Before Chris’s hungry eyes? Her crotch throbbed.

Just as she pulled the tiny tee down over her boobs, she heard Scott’s magnified voice. “And finally, give it up for our last lovely lady, Carrie!”

Letting her tongue slide sensually across her upper lip, Carrie paraded onto the stage as boldly as any stripper in her cotton tee and short skirt. Approaching the center, she saw two hot-looking guys with super soaker water guns heading her way. Reaching up, she ran her hands down over her breasts, smoothing the t-shirt and thrusting out her chest to welcome their spray.

It only took a few shots from each big gun to drench her—the cool water sucked the cotton against her