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

rounded flesh, providing a little of the stimulation she longed for there, so she jiggled her breasts in order to feel more. Her crotch tingled madly as the crowd yelled their raucous approval. A sense of raw sexuality spiraled through her as the guys with water guns peered down at her soaked mounds and a shout of “Shake it, baby!” echoed from the audience.

It took little prodding to provoke her into some dirty dancing—her body was dying to thrust and shimmy and sway. As she did a turn, wiggling her ass toward the crowd, she gazed on all the girls standing in a line behind her—some topless, their breasts naked and tan lined against the sea breeze, others still in their sexy, revealing wet clinging tees. A forbidden desire thrilled her, and brought out still more unplanned daring in her as she reached behind her to begin lifting her skirt in back, slowly, teasingly, while the guys watching cheered this sexy new move. Finally, she drew it up over her ass—she was wearing a lacy white thong she’d gotten as a shower gift. The crowd reacted like animals in heat as she molded her hands to her ass cheeks.

One of the guys wielding the huge, phallic-like water gun stepped up and shot a barrage of water onto her bare ass and the strip of panty stretching across her mound below. She was dripping wet there now, too, gyrating her hips as the guys yelled out, “Nice ass!” and more howls of excitement filled the air.

Finally, turning back to face the crowd, she followed her instincts and did what she’d been dying to do for hours—she massaged both breasts, taking the needy globes full in her hands, kneading and squeezing. She used thumbs and forefingers to tweak her hard nipples, glancing down to see the pink buds pointing through the soaked cotton that hugged her so closely.

The guys in the crowd continued to whistle their pleasure, but she realized she didn’t really care what they thought—she peered past them, back toward the bar, to Chris. He stood behind the counter, his chin propped on one fist, watching her with a sensuous smile. She didn’t know if he could tell from that distance that she was looking at him, but she continued gazing on him as she twirled her nipples between her fingers, sending little shockwaves of heat into the panties that were now even wetter than her t-shirt.

It was in that moment, as strangers yelled for more of her responsive body, that she realized she wanted to win. She wanted to be the hottest, wildest girl on this stage. She wanted to prove to herself she could be that. And she wanted to show Chris she could be more than the angel she’d painted herself to him earlier.

Still rotating her ass, her mostly wet skirt now draped at her hips, she reached down and peeled up her clingy t-shirt until her breasts were bared to the crowd, her pink nipples standing at taut attention. Licking her upper lip, she slid her hands from her smooth stomach back up over the bare pale mounds of sensitive flesh, caressing them as sensually as if she were making love to herself.

But that wasn’t enough to win, she thought. And she wanted that so desperately now—she wanted to be the hottest, most daring girl Chris had ever seen.

So while still using one hand to play with her breasts, she slid the other down, over her bare stomach, over the bunched skirt, and onto the mound that seemed swollen against her tight thong. Curling her fingers around the elastic between her thighs, she pulled it to one side, showing her tawny pubic hair and the slit in between.

The crowd went absolutely mad, cheering and yelling. Her dependable man with the big water gun sprayed her down, the stream spurting directly on her clitoris and nearly making her come as she involuntarily thrust toward the thick jet of water as if it were a solid thing. She sensed her slit was spreading as she danced, gyrating, caressing her breasts while the continuing torrent from the super soaker drenched her below.

If she didn’t stop soon, she’d come. Right here on the stage. And while, in her ultra-heightened state of arousal, the concept held a certain raw appeal, she didn’t want to come for all of these people. She wanted to come only for Chris, since it was because of him that she was up here, doing the unthinkable, doing things she wouldn’t have believed possible only an hour ago.

So she finally stopped dancing, turned away from the streaming water, and pulled her underwear and skirt back into place. But since some of the girls behind her had long since shed their wet tees, she didn’t bother pulling hers back down, leaving the D cups that she’d never fully appreciated until just now on full display—for the crowd, for Chris.

One by one, Scott collected applause for each contestant. When he reached Christine, the sexy girl who’d made out with the redhead, the crowd cheered loudly. As Scott got nearer and nearer to Carrie, her heart and crotch beat madly, waiting, waiting. If she’d done all this and didn’t win…well, it somehow seemed terribly important to walk away victorious—the best, the sexiest.

When Scott said, “Let’s hear what you thought of Carrie, with her gorgeous breasts and that pretty pussy!” the whistles and cheers were nearly overwhelming, almost deafening. Looking out into the crowd, she saw that both guys and women yelled for her and she knew she’d won the contest even before Scott said, “Looks like sexy Carrie is our very wet winner!”

Lowering the microphone, Scott said to her with a provocative grin, “Very nice show, honey—you deserve this,” and shoved a hundred dollar bill into her hand. Then he turned back to the crowd, saying, “Let’s give it up for all these lovely ladies willing to bare their breasts for us!” and the audience responded.

“Now,” Scott said, “the rest