Bosom Buddies Ch. 04

We hurried inside the changing room area.

I fidgeted nervously, painfully aware of the cock trapped in my jeans as I watched Amy disappear into one of the changing stalls. Below the partition, I could see her pants drop down to the floor around her ankles, and a cute little pair of women's briefs follow suit. Amy stepped away from her discarded clothes, still wearing her socks.

My eyes flicked briefly over to the sign politely requesting that all women wear panties underneath the swimsuits they tried on, but hell if I was gonna point it out to Amy.

I watched as Amy's feet shifted position on the floor, clearly posing in front of the stall mirror in such a way that she could critique her impossibly perfect ass. I fought the urge to pull open the door and stare.

A second later, I watched her arms lift above the partition, tugging her shirt up over her head to be cast down to the floor beside her pants. I heard the distinctive snap as she undid her bra and watched as it too hit the floor at her feet. Inside that stall, Amy was buck naked except for those white cotton socks. Why was it that those socks made my mental image of her somehow sexier?

If I wasn't in public, I probably would have started touching myself right there. I was going crazy just imagining what was on the other side of that feeble changing room door--

It swung open and Amy smiled, looking proud and powerful in a sleek, electric blue two-piece. The fabric was not traditional swimsuit fabric, but some sort of stretchy rubber that gripped at her skin and clung to her tits. It was thick enough material that she looked a full cup-size larger than she really was, a factor which got me drooling from the get-go.

"What's the 'Whoa factor' on this one?" she asked.

I gestured for her to spin around.

Clearly getting a kick out of her little exhibitionist display, Amy turned to show off her derriere, which did a very nice job filling out that stretchy blue fabric. I couldn't help but admire the sculpt of her athletic body--the way her shapely legs flared out to that tight round ass, and then immediately curved back in to her tiny waist and toned midriff.

"Whoa factor is ten out of ten."

She pouted at my response. "You can't start with ten! You'll have nowhere to go if the other suits are better!"

"I call it like I see it. You look gorgeous."

With a tsk-tsk, Amy shut the door again and left me to imagine her beautiful lithe body once again stripping naked of everything but those silly socks. An eternity later, she opened the door.

I felt my knees go weak.

Her next choice was basically a dark green piece of dental floss. Her soft breasts swelled out in all directions around x-rated triangles of fabric, covered more by the wildfire hair flowing down off her shoulders than by the bathing suit itself. My eyes ran a marathon down her entire exposed midriff, past her sexy navel, all the way to the two square inches of fabric that covered her pussy. The smooth-shaven skin where her pubic hair was supposed to be was completely exposed, and somehow the sight of that exposed bare skin was the sexiest part of all.

"Holy shit, Amy! Twelve out of ten! Twelve!"

I must have made a really ridiculous face because Amy got this huge, shit-eating grin upon seeing my reaction and couldn't stop laughing. I gestured for her to turn around and show me the back, but she shook her head. I sighed with mock frustration--

"How am I supposed to make an informed decision without seeing your ass?"

"You already said twelve!"

"Pshh, that was just a preliminary estimate. Once I see your ass it might go up to thirteen."

She giggled, refusing to budge. "I am NOT getting this suit, Ian. It's way too small! I want to look sexy, not like a fucking clown."

"Show me how your butt looks!"

"My butt just looks like a butt, it's completely exposed."

I playfully torqued my head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of her ass in the stall's mirror—but before I could really take it in she slammed the door shut again.

"Bad boy!" she called from the other side.

If the last swimsuit had been too small, the next suit was too big. It was an uber-sexy silver one-piece, with huge holes cut in the sides exposing everything from her bare hips to the sides of her large breasts. The neckline went all the way up to her throat, where it tied around her neck with a black choker.

"Twenty out of ten," I stammered.

Amy was starting to really enjoy my reactions. "Really?" she teased. "You like this one better? Why is that? Is it because the fabric is so loose around my boobs that they practically spill out every time I do this—"

She leaned forward, letting her loose-fitting swimsuit droop until I could see almost her entire breast through the window cut into the side. My eyes glazed over with lust, and the easy humor of our situation dropped from my mind. I was no longer just ogling my sexy friend as she tried on swimsuits, I was sizing up a body I was determined to fuck.

Amy must have picked up on my change in attitude, because she quickly straightened back up, breasts jiggling from the motion. "What are you thinking about right now?" she teased.

I don't know where it came from, but I boldy responded, "I'm thinking about walking up to you, reaching my hands inside those big holes some genius cut in the sides of your suit, and grabbing hold of your tits."

Amy's nipples grew visibly rigid beneath her suit. My frustration was really turning her on.

"You mean like this?"

She sensuously slid her hands up her sides, trailing her own slender fingers across the exposed sides of her breasts, then she darted those fingers beneath the fabric of her suit, cupping the full weight of her tits. I couldn't take this much longer—

"I'm not getting this one, either, it's way too big."

Somehow I suspected Amy had chosen those last two suits knowing they would look exactly the way they did, but I kept silent as she shut the door yet again and went back to work getting herself naked.

Seriously, how angry would she really be if I just opened that door right now and got a good look at the body she had been teasing me with all these months? The body I had once felt atop me while I had my fingers inside her and she had her fingers around me. The body I had glimpsed that one time she and I had masturbated in bed together and she had hopped out to change her underwear. The body she had promised to show me and share with me, the body I had fantasized about every single time we went running...

Don't be a creep, Ian. She'll let you know when she's ready...

Soon as Amy opened the changing room door, I stepped inside there with her.

This time she was wearing a pastel purple tie-on bikini that, combined with her fiery red hair, made it impossible for me not to think about the two little seashells covering the breasts of The Little Mermaid. The naughty contrast between Amy's incredible, fuck-worthy body and her bikini's association with an innocent children's movie put my urges over the top.

I grunted with desire as I closed the distance between us. Amy stopped my advance by placing her palm on the crotch of my jeans, testing the hardness of the cock beneath.

"Now THAT's the reaction I was hoping for," she laughed.

I shut the changing room door behind me, crowding our bodies together in the cramped space. Amy's eyes twinkled mischievously as she realized my intent:

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

I kept advancing. Amy reflexively took a step back, her ass bumping against the mirror. My hands found her hips, fingers toying with the single, loose knot holding up her suit. Her own fingers dropped to my wrists, teasing across the backs of my hands. Her hot, naughty smile unmistakable--

"Today's the day," I said simply, then I tugged loose the tie on her skimpy little bottoms and watched them drop to the floor.

Amy watched my eyes as I stared at her beautiful bald pussy, playing my fingers across the smooth skin. Over her shoulder, I caught her reflection in the mirror; saw the exceptional bare butt I had lusted after for so long. I hungrily reached behind her and squeezed, watching the reflection as my hands—my own hands and no one else's—grabbed hold of her body and explored.

Amy leaned into me, enjoying all the attention. I felt her tongue graze my earlobe as she whispered, "But someone's gonna hear us!"

"And your dirty, exhibitionist mind is gonna love every second of it."

I impatiently yanked aside her delicate bikini top, freeing a pair of gorgeous, healthy tits. The small piece of purple fabric still hung from her neck, resting atop her full beasts. I drank in the sight of her incredibly body in its entirety: from the stunning red hair on her head to the white cotton socks on her feet. Every inch of this woman radiated sex.

I pushed her back, sandwiching Amy between my body and the changing room wall as I crashed my mouth down upon hers. Her sweet tongue wrestled in my mouth for a moment, then she gently bit down on my lower lip and gave it a tug.

Holy shit, I was hard.

"Mmm... took you long enough," she teased.

"Took ME long enough?" I snarled, forcibly spinning her around so that her ass pressed into my crotch. I reached around and roughly palmed her breasts. "You've been keeping me on a fucking hook! What day were you planning on making good on your promise to fuck me, anyway?"

I jabbed my fingers down and furiously rubbed at her soaking wet clit. Grinning devilishly, Amy wiggled her hips, grinding that bare ass against my jeans.

"I was waiting—ooh, yes—waiting for the day you finally took the initiative, dumbass! Some girls want their man to take charge, you know."

But-! But-! Aw, fuck it.

We were here now, trapped in this ridiculous little room, and we weren't going anywhere until I had good and truly fucked that tight body of hers. I pushed Amy against the mirror long enough to drop my jeans and boxers to the floor, then I pulled her right back against me, thrilling at the feel of my naked cock resting in the warm cleft of her dancer's ass. I pushed my hips back and forth, stimulating my shaft between the globes of her butt while I bit down on her shoulder—hard.

"I love your fucking body so fucking much," I breathed in her ear. Where had that come from? It was like another guy's voice was coming out of my mouth. I never talked that way to the other girls.

"What do you love about my body? I want you to tell me." Her breath fogged the mirror as she spoke.

"I love your hair," I gave her hair a quick yank, eliciting an excited shriek. "I love your face, and your neck..."

Her breath caught as my teeth gently grazed the vulnerable skin of her throat. My hands traveled down her body as I continued, "I love all these little freckles on your tits, I love the way your nipples feel between my fingers..."

"Mmm!" she moaned. I gave those nipples a sudden tug, and Amy spun back to face me, pulling my lips to hers for a fiery kiss that left us both gasping for air. Our bodies mashed together as we kissed, sandwiching the full length of my cock against her toned stomach. She frantically yanked the shirt over my head and planted a dozen sloppy kisses across my naked chest.

"I love your perfect ass," I went on. "You've got the greatest ass in all creation."

"Aw," she stammered between kisses, "That's—so—sweet--"

She bit down on my nipple. Wow.

"But what about this?"

She pulled my hand up between her legs, against the smooth, slippery folds of her clean-shaven pussy.

"That I cannot wait to get my mouth on."

"Your mouth? Who said anything about your mouth?" She clenched her fist around my painfully hard shaft. "I want this."

I just nodded in agreement.

With a display of flexibility that practically made me cum right then and there, she lifted one of her perfectly sculpted legs straight up and rested an adorable, sock-covered ankle on my shoulder. She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself up into the air—

Ballet is awesome, by the way.

Her ripe breasts smashed against my face as she changed position, swinging both legs around my waist and pretzling them across my back.

I pushed the unbearably hard tip of my cock inside her slick gash, then let her drop back down again, burying me to the root as we allowed gravity to do our fucking for us. Her eyes scrunched shut in ecstasy.

"Yesss..."

My athletic lover pulled herself up again as I bent my legs, pulling out, then dropped herself back down as I thrust up against her.

It was a powerful, physical, almost animal kind of sex I had never experienced before. Amy's face looked wild and predatory, like a jungle cat fighting for her life. Her breasts clapped loudly against my chest with each thrust, bouncing deliciously with each withdrawal.

Again, I looked into the mirror over her shoulder, groaning at what I saw:

There I was, holding Amy's lithe body in my arms as we fucked. Her perfect ass bouncing up and down with my movements, the rigid thickness of my shaft disappearing into the furnace of her cunt, her long mane of red hair tossing back and forth across her slender, naked back.

"Look at us," I whispered, twisting around so that Amy could see the mirror as well—

The sight of our naked, sweaty bodies slamming together caused her whole body to start shaking uncontrollably.

She went completely ape shit, doubling the speed of our fucking, racing for the finish line. We were both so aroused it had become painful, and we were desperate for relief.

"Fuck!" she screamed, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuh-uh-uh-uck..."

There was no way the other women in the store didn't hear her, but I figured that was what Amy wanted. I, for one, loved the idea of everyone else hearing our frantic sex.

I clamped my hands around my lover's firm buttocks and changed the angle of my thrusts, pounding forwards instead of upwards, so that my pelvis shoved rapid-fire against her clit. Amy went through the roof, her words incoherent. Her fingers clamped so tightly into my shoulder muscles I could only thank God she kept her nails trimmed.

"Yes!" she screamed, "Yes!"

I saw her beautiful orgasm both live and in our reflection. Two times the visual aid was too much for mortal man to endure.

I came deep inside Amy, and we both lost our balance, tumbling through the flimsy door of the changing room and crashing down onto the shag carpet.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I'm awesome, you?"

"Awesome. Nothing broken. Next time, we'll use a bed."

"Agreed."

We suddenly realized that the stern young woman from before was standing not ten feet away, her blouse a mess and her face flushed with desire. She reflexively yanked her hand out from beneath the waistband of her slacks, caught:

"I just came back here to—I wasn't—"

She stopped mid-sentence and retreated back into the store. We both burst out laughing.

I turned my attention to the gorgeous naked woman on top of me and gave her a final, satiating kiss--

"So, Amy, which swimsuit are you getting?"

"Fuck it," she giggled. "I'll take 'em all!"