Lamya laughed and brushed her hair away from her face self-consciously. “Thanks,” she said. “I wish they were as perky as yours though.”
Tracy walked over to me with the bottle of lotion in her hand. “Yes,” she said, “I can be a bit of an exhibitionist.”
She put the bottle on the bed next to me and reached around to undo my bathrobe, sliding it off my shoulders. She squirted some lotion into her hands and began to rub it into my upper back and arms. “But I always felt that it’s healthy to be open and comfortable about sex.” The robe slid past my breasts, exposing them to the other women as Tracy rubbed the lotion across my chest. “And if you’re horny,” she continued, “why not do something about it?”
Both Jen and Lamya were riveted by Tracy’s actions. Jen absentmindedly drained her glass of liquor and placed it on the table next to her. Tracy spoke again. “We’re enjoying a weekend away – why not explore a bit too? No harm, no foul.”
She stood and moved towards Jen, saying, “You need to let loose a bit, Jen. You’re always saying you admire my attitude – so…” She stood in front of her and reached down to undo the knot at Jen’s waist, pulling her to a standing position as she did so. Jen seemed confused about whether she should argue or just go along with Tracy. I saw Tracy’s hands move under Jen’s robe, caressing her back as she leaned forward to kiss the side of Jen’s neck.
“Trace –” Jen began hesitantly, biting her lip. “You know I’m not into women…” She trailed off, her eyes unfocused.
“Shh,” Tracy told her. “Stop thinking and just go with the flow.” She moved around the other woman, running her fingers lightly along Jen’s shoulders and neck. Jen sighed and closed her eyes.
“If it doesn’t feel good, I’ll stop. I won’t get you to do anything you won’t enjoy,” Tracy murmured. She reached into Jen’s robe, cupping her breast with one hand. Her other hand continued its gentle caresses along Jen’s upper back and arm. Jen’s eyes were now tightly closed, but she gasped and I imagined Tracy had reached her nipple.
The tie at her waist had loosened with the action and Jen’s bathrobe fell open. Tracy was indeed fondling an erect nipple and while we watched, she moved her fingers to the other. The alcohol seemed to be dissolving Jen’s reservations and when Tracy’s hand skimmed over her stomach towards her pubis, she moaned.
I shifted on the bed and looked over at Lamya. She noticed my movement and turned her attention away from the other women. She cleared her throat and downed the rest of her liquor in one swallow. “I could use some of that lotion too, Kate,” she said. She stood and walked over to me, somewhat unsteadily and grabbed the bottle. “Do my back?” she asked extending it to me.
I squeezed a dollop into my hand as Lamya turned and eased down her bathrobe, leaving it belted at the waist. I smoothed the lotion into her shoulders, squirting more into my hands and rubbing them together to warm it as I reached her shoulder blades and lower. The lotion was more oily than creamy, I noticed, leaving her skin silky and slightly shiny.