I tried not to stare too much, but how could I not at least look? Robin’s tits were perfect. She was so small, the full melons on her chest seemed to defy gravity, and her pointy nipples shouted out that she was enjoying herself.
Robin had an exotic look. I knew she was part Asian, I think Thai. I had met her mother who was half whatever it was and she looked much more the part. With Robin, it gave her a small, slender body, long raven tresses, and an achingly pretty face. She had a slight, exotic slant to her eyes, but her nose was very Scandinavian, and her curves seemed all-American. She was the best of the melting-pot. I’d had a thing for her since I’d first met her. Having her sit next to me almost naked, tits bare to the world, and both of us half drunk, was an almost unbearable temptation. I badly wanted to use her for my salt-lick on my next shot.
Jack got up and grabbed the bottle. “I’m glad it’s hot by the fire,” he said with a wink at Robin.
Jill took the bottle and sighed. “Now, c’mon. How am I supposed to compete with those?” she asked, nodding to the two pair of exposed breasts.
Robin piped up immediately. “Face it Jill. We have no clothing. No bathing suits. And I bet the road will be in no shape to go out shopping tomorrow. We have no privacy in this one room cabin. And everyone here has seen your lower half already. Shit, Alex is getting a helluva show right now. Just show us your tits already. It’s just tits.”
“I’ll be damned if the only ones to show skin are going to be the women.” Jill said. “Oh, fuck it.” She stood and pulled off her towel, turned, folded it and bent over to place it on the couch where she’d been sitting. “I’m glad I lost 14 lbs since February.”
Seeing her ass and most of her moist pussy as she bent over, I was glad she’d decided to play the game.
She was stunning. Jill had full, natural breasts, with large swollen aureole. She was blessed with beautiful curves and just a hint of a tummy above a smooth shaven crotch. Her shoulder length brown hair was longer in the front and shorter in the back, where it curled under to her head, normally. Tonight it all hung straight down, curling a little at the ends. She had a natural prettiness, the girl next door look, emphasized by a field of freckles around her nose and across her chest.
I was hard as a rock, and embarrassed that I’d probably have to lose my towel soon as well.
Dan stood and removed his towel, revealing his burgeoning excitement. “I’m glad that everyone here will look damned good naked.” Then he looked at me, “Except for Alex. Dude, there’s something wrong with a man shaving his chest.”
“I don’t shave my chest,” I argued, “It’s just that grass can’t grow on a well traveled highway.”
Sheri took the bottle from him, stood and removed her towel as well. “I’m glad I waxed this week.” She was sporting a very sexy Brazilian landing strip. She took her sip and passed me the bottle, before folding her towel and placing it beneath her.
That little action put an end to any discussion Dan and I were having. And no, I don’t shave my chest.