I was wondering how my state of arousal would be resolved and Gerry, again taking the lead, asked me how I wanted to take care of "that" she said as she pointed. I had a quick answer. I skinned off my shorts and took a dollop of tanning lotion in my palm. I started to stroke myself and I told all the girls to sit near me and to follow my lead. Within five minutes we were all engaged in self- stimulation with different extents of whimpers and moans.
I could see each of the girls stimulating themselves according to each of their habits; Ann for example was simply making circular motions with her index finger on her clit; both Clara and Sara were plunging their digits in and out of their pussys. Sharon was kneading her breasts with one hand while fingering herself with the other. Maria had pushed her breasts together and was licking and sucking her nipples. Marie was on her knees, with her bottom stuck high in the air and with one hand reaching behind to play with herself from behind. This whole scene was extremely arousing for me and I felt myself getting ready to explode, as the pulse and pace quickened, and as I started to audibilize my situation, Gerry scooted over to me and positioned her face between my legs and extended her tongue in a very specific invitation to receive my cum. I accepted that invitation.
After taking a moment to catch my breath, I slipped into the pool to let the cool water cleanse and refresh me. As each of the girls reached their limit, they also made their way into the swimming pool. Plainly, this was to be a successful weekend. It was.
I was at my desk on a Monday when Ann came in to remind me that she was to meet her younger sister at the airport that afternoon. I had not met Justine before as she had spent the previous four years enrolled in medical school in Belgium. After earning her degree from the school at Louvain, she had enrolled for an additional two years of training at U.C.L.A. in order to receive a degree from that school as well and ease her way into practice in this country. Ann had described for me that Justine was about to start a three month rotation at NYU in its obstetrics and gynecology service as part of her clinical training the following week and Ann had asked if it was alright if she would be living with us for that time. I agreed and we anticipated that we would moderate our behavior at home in deference to Justine's presence.
That evening we all had dinner together. Justine was enthusiastic about her upcoming stint at NYU and she told us how medical education differs between the U.S. and Europe, with the greater emphasis on clinical education here. Over the course of the meal, Justine mentioned that she was invited out to a friend's house in the Hampton's the following weekend, and that she needed to do a little shopping as she had only brought one bathing suit with her, and could use some additional sport clothes. Ann brightened and offered to take Justine out to our shop, Vanities, and assured her that she would have a good supply of items to choose from.
"That's good Ann. It is tough to find something to fit me properly. You probably have the same problem even worse than I do."
"That's why I make sure that Vanities always has an adequate selection for people like us."
Now Justine was not quite as busty as Ann, but she clearly was well- endowed, although I could not tell quite the extent because of the blousy nature of the dress she was wearing.
"If you are going out to Vanities tomorow" I said, "I'll drive you both out there." Ann shot me a dark look, as she must have realized what I had in mind.
I pulled up in front of the apartment about noon the next day in order to drive Ann and Justine out to Vanities. Ann had not said anything to me about what I would be doing during her and Justine's trip to Vanities. The two of them hopped in to my car and both seemed to be in an upbeat mood. They had spent the morning catching up and visiting with each other. Ann asked me what was new in the office and I told her there was a lot of work piling up on our desks, but at least for the moment, no emergencies.
I dropped the two in front of the store and told them I would be back in about an hour or so and that I would take everyone out to a late lunch. Ann gave me a big smile, which I took as a blessing from her for what I was about to do. I pulled in behind the store and using my key, entered the "viewing" room.
Business wasn't bad, I judged, by the amount of activity that was going on. Several people were trying on different items and one asian girl caught my eye. She had a terrific, lithe figure. After about twenty minutes, Justine entered one of the try-on rooms with an armful of bathing suits. She hung them up one by one on a rack opposite the mirror and seemed to take some time to decide what she would put on first. Almost absentmindedly, she unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her slacks. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and turned to face the mirror. Justine had an impressive figure. Her breasts were large and seemed more assertive, less pendulous than Ann's and certainly not as big. Like Ann, she had a thin waist, but it was evident from the dark area at the front of her panties that she did not share Ann's shaving habit. I watched with interest as Justine tried on all the different outfits that she had selected. One that particularly appealed to me was a shocking pink T-back number which did little to cover her rear and which only had two wide vertical bands that were strategically placed to cover her nipples, but which left the sides of each breast free to catch the sun.
Shortly after I realized that Ann and Justine had finished their selections, I ducked out the back and drove the car to the front of the store to pick them up. We had a nice lunch and then headed back to the city. Ann did not ask me where I had gone while the two were shopping and I did not raise the subject either.
The next day Ann and Justine were left to their own devices to spend their time. Over dinner, they filled me in on their day touring some of Manhattan's interesting locales including the shops on Madison Avenue and lunc h in Chinatown. Ann told Justine that she would be on her own the next day as she had to get back to our office.
"I'd love to see where you work. Why don't I come up, you can show me around and I'll take you to lunch."
Justine's request unnerved Ann. We both realized the next day was Thursday-a day when we have our special dress code and when we don't ordinarily schedule visitors.
"I have just so much to do, there's no way I could go to lunch. Maybe Friday?" Ann ventured.
"I can't. I have an orientation session at NYU on Friday." Turning to me Justine asked "It'll be o.k. if I see my big sister for a while tomorrow won't it.?"
"Sure" I answered, not knowing myself how things would play out.
Later that evening, when we were alone Ann raised the subject of how we would be the next day. By then I had decided how I wanted things to go. "No exceptions, Ann. I guess Justine will just see how we work on Thursday's."
I had expected more of a protest from Ann than she offered. She did not seem as upset as I thought she might and had she really seemed distressed, I was prepared to alter our normal Thursday routine. Something else, however, was going on.
On Thursday, business started off as usual with everyone doffing their tops and some their bottoms as well, with Marie keeping her sweater at the ready for unexpected visitors. From my open office door I could see that Gerry was wearing only thigh high stockings and black panties, and Ann had chosen today to wear grey stockings and a matching garter belt. I was surprised that she was not wearing a skirt or any other sort of body coveri ng.