Geneen, Paula and I went from the bedroom into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The massage setting on the showerhead seemed to be the best choice as we moved beneath the water. The rhythm of the pulsing stream felt so sensual on our already sensitized bodies – the afterglow of our recent sexual calisthenics was with us still. I adjusted the temperature of the water so that it was warm enough to feel good for all of us. The temptation was to set it just a little bit cold so I could see their nipples erect, but I didn’t want to put a damper on our passion, and I planned to create some heat that would have the same effect later on tonight.
I reached for the soap that I had recently opened, and began to work up a rich lather on a washcloth. I moved to Geneen. She had her face turned up to the spray, and her arched back accentuated her sweet ass – the ass I had so recently been inside. Stepping up to her, I reached around and began to move the washcloth over her ribs and stomach. The contrast of the white lather on her cinnamon colored skin was exciting, and I felt my cock stir a little as I soaped her. She must have felt my cock too, because she pushed the firm globes of her ass into my groin and began to sway her hips slowly against me.
“Hey, you two! None of that!” Paula grasped my hips and pulled me away from Geneen’s gyrations. “I want a chance to get Mark inside me, and if you two keep it up I’ll have to wait even longer!”
Geneen looked over her shoulder and answered, “I would think you would WANT him to keep it up, Paula!”
Geneen turned around as I moved to the side, and she took the washcloth from my hand. Reaching out to Paula, Geneen began to lather her breasts. Geneen then moved in front of me and closer to Paula, trailing the washcloth over Paula’s ribs and stomach and finally ending up on her golden pubic hair. Paula grabbed the washcloth from Geneen and began to reciprocate the motions. With little for me to do but watch, I let them continue cleansing each other. They dispensed with the washcloth and soon had each other lathered up from the friction of their hands.
Paula looked over Geneen’s shoulder and said, “I told you that we were close! And you had no idea!” Both girls giggled a bit, each one anxious to tell their story but waiting for the other to start.
“You remember when Brad was telling Geneen that she should get implants, don’t you, Mark?” Paula looked at me quizzically.
“I certainly do,” I replied. Brad was a person who worked with us, although not part of our Team. He was obsessed with large breasts, and had tried to get Geneen to enhance her 35B’s. Fortunately, Geneen decided to keep things natural. “But what does that have to do with anything?” I asked.
Geneen looked over her shoulder at me and answered, "Well, I was trying to decide if I really wanted implants or not, so I went to Paula for some advice. I mean, look at her tits! I would love to be that big! But all your talk about health risks had me worried.” Geneen looked into Paula’s eyes as she continued, “Between you and Brad I didn’t know what I really wanted, and I thought Paula could help me figure it out. So we got together one day to talk things over, and…..
Geneen’s Story
I got to Paula’s apartment around two in the afternoon. I had run some errands that morning, and was feeling pretty good. I was still trying to decide what to do about the implants, and just knew that Paula would be able to help me sort it out.
I wasn’t expecting Paula to be dressed as casually as she was when she opened the door. Sure it was warm out, but the T-shirt she had on was barely covering her crotch. If it weren’t for the ‘granny panties’ she had on, she would have flashed the whole apartment complex! I was in shorts and a T-shirt, but nothing as revealing as what Paula was in. We hugged each other ‘hello’ and I went inside the apartment.
Paula immediately offered me something to drink.
“Dr. Pepper, Coke, Beer or wine?” Paula called as she looked in the refrigerator.
“I’ll have some wine,” I responded. “I got all of my running around done, and I’m ready to relax a little.”
Paula entered the living room and handed me a glass of Chablis. The glasses had been in the freezer, and there were tendrils of ice crystals along the sides of the glass. I took a sip and closed my eyes, savoring the cool sweet taste. When I opened my eyes, Paula was just settling in at the other end of the couch. She tucked one leg under herself as she sat down, and the panties she wore pulled tight against her crotch. Wisps of blonde hair peeked out from the leg holes, and the outlines of her mound were plainly visible through the cotton panties. She made no effort to cover herself as we talked, and I had to consciously stop myself from staring at her pussy.
“So what has you so worked up?” Paula asked. “I don’t see what the big deal is – either you want to have the surgery or you don’t. Why is it such a problem?”
“I wish it was that easy, Paula. I know that you have no problem in the chest department, but I have always felt, well, inadequate. I barely have a handful of breast – if you put them both together! I want to get the stares that YOU get when you walk into a room.”
“It isn’t all that great, Geneen. Half the time men are talking to me, they never make eye contact – they’re just staring at my chest. And on top of that my blonde hair makes them think I’m some kind of bimbo who should go down on them out of gratitude for their talking to me! It really isn’t that wonderful to be well endowed!
“Besides, you don’t get to see the looks YOU get as you pass by. Your ass is so perfect and tantalizing that most men are drooling over you. But because you don’t have eyes in the back of your head, you never see THOSE reactions!”
I blushed at this, knowing that my ass was indeed a man’s dream. I had learned how to wiggle it enough to get what I wanted, without having to give a piece of it to everyone who wanted it. At one point I had been proportioned the way I wanted – tits and ass at about the right ratio, but the latter grew more than the former and I felt like my body was a pear instead of an hourglass. Brad had offered a way out of this situation, as his father is a plastic surgeon and could do the operation for a whole lot less than what he normally charged.