Noticing my very apparent male reaction to their bodies the women were obviously appreciative of my approval.
Amy giggled. “What’s the matter Jeff? You don’t like what I was hiding under my wrap?”
What’s not to like. The bikini she was wearing was little more than publicly legal lingerie. Though in many places around the world it would be questionable wearing two tiny pieces of fabric like that. But I don’t think that very many men would complain about it at all.
“I’m just wondering where your weapon is concealed,” I dead panned.
“You’re a perv, you know that boss,” Amy said, barely keeping a grin off her face.
I continued with the playful conversation. “I’m just a simple, honest man, Amy.”
“Oh pig pooh!” Vicky said. “You enjoy playing with Pink Power just as much as we do. You naughty boy! You’re just as much of an incorrigible voyeur as we are exhibitionists.”
“Yes I am,” wagging my eyebrows at the women.
We were in the middle of a new giggling fit when Cherry appeared with a fresh round of drinks for us. She discretely disappeared again when she finished seeing to our immediate needs.
From The Vixen (The Lust Boat book 1) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LK0TTKG |