“Noted. Is it a swinger thing? Shaving?”
“Not really. It’s more common in our group, but not in general.”
“I think it’s sexy as hell. On women,” he added quickly. “You’re a nice-looking guy, but… I don’t swing that way.”
“Ha! That’s okay. Neither do I.”
“Cool. I didn’t think you did, but you never know.” He chuckled at a thought but didn’t share. “The shaving, though. It solves a problem for Kim.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Ever since we arrived, she’s been a little self-conscious that she isn’t a natural blonde. We didn’t even think about her bush.”
“Why would you?” I said. “Most people never see it.”
“Right.” He shot me a sly look. “And now we’re destroying the evidence.”
The girls chose that moment to emerge from the bungalow. Kim’s cheeks glowed with excitement, although it could’ve been embarrassment too. Christy’s expression was harder to read. She was excited, but also a little apprehensive. She’d done her hair and makeup, though, and she looked good.
I studied them as they walked toward us. Kim had the body to be a centerfold, but she was probably too slender for Hugh Hefner’s taste. He liked lush blondes, not athletic ones, and Kim clearly spent a lot of time doing aerobics. Christy was even further from the Playboy “ideal.” She was smaller in almost every way, but I would’ve chosen her over an entire harem of Playmates.
She must have seen it in my expression, because her nervousness disappeared. She smiled and then blushed when I still didn’t look away. I kept admiring her and made her shoot me an insistent look before I let my eyes drift to Kim instead. She carried her towel in front of her, so I only caught an occasional glimpse of her pussy. Then she stopped in front of the table and lowered her eyes submissively. Christy looked on from a few feet away.
“Well,” Carter said. “Let me see.”
Kim dutifully moved the towel and clasped her hands behind her. Her outer labia were slightly dark, and thin enough that her inner labia showed between them. They didn’t protrude much, but I could see the folds at her opening. By contrast, Christy’s pussy was a smooth line where her lips met. The skin of Kim’s newly shaved mons was lighter as well, tan lines from her missing bush.
“Beautiful,” Carter told her. “Thank you.”
She breathed a sigh of relief, and her cheeks glowed at his approval.
“Right,” he added after a moment. “I’ll get my camera.”
* * *
He started by taking pictures of Kim by herself. He told her what poses he wanted, and she held them until she heard the shutter click. She’d clearly done it before, and she knew how to look sultry or flirty or whatever Carter wanted. After a dozen pictures, he glanced at me.
“Ready for Christy to give it a try?”
I deferred to her.
“Sure,” she said, a little nervously. “Where do you want me?”
He told her to stand by one of the lounge chairs. She wasn’t as confident as Kim had been, so Carter told her what to do. Both of them were happier with that arrangement, and Christy started to relax and figure out what he wanted. She was enjoying herself by the time he shot the last picture on the roll.
I glanced at Kim. She’d been watching me, although she quickly lowered her eyes. I could almost feel the intensity of her gaze as she studied me from under her lashes. Her chest rose and fell with her quickened breathing, and her cheeks showed a blush through her tan. After a moment she moistened her lips, and I felt my own cheeks grow warm.
“Are you ready, hon?” Carter asked her.
“What? Oh, sorry,” she said. “Yes. Where do you want me?”
“You too, Christy,” he added.
I almost laughed when she had to stifle an automatic, “Yes, sir.”
“You can say it,” I told her. “Carter’s a Dom too.”
He jerked in surprise. “How’d—? Never mind. I should’ve known. So… you figured that out too?”
“Takes one to know one,” I said.
“Ah. Right.” He paused and then shook his head in wonder. “It’s uncanny, isn’t it? How much we have in common? It’s like we were destined to meet.”
“Maybe,” I chuckled. “But I blame her.”
“Who? Christy?”
“Yeah. I don’t know if I can explain it, but she has incredible luck. She mentioned last week that she wished we knew someone else like me.” I was glossing over a lot, but the gist was the same. “And then you and Kim appeared, almost like magic.”
“I don’t know about magic,” Carter said, “but something.”
“Yep.” I shifted my attention to Christy. “Obey him like you obey me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You too, hon,” Carter said to Kim. “His orders are the same as mine.”
“Yes, sir,” she echoed.
Carter raised his freshly loaded camera and took control again.
“Right,” he said. “Christy, come stand here. Kim, you too. There, that’s good. Put your arms around each other. At the waist. Stand closer. Closer. Good. Now, hold it…” He snapped a picture.
He had the girls stand in several variations of a few basic poses. Their bodies touched in all of them. Sometimes it was only their hips, but other times Kim’s breasts touched Christy, or vice versa.
A casual observer wouldn’t have noticed anything overtly sexual, but the level of heat and arousal climbed steadily. Carter was clearly orchestrating it, for his own enjoyment or so Kim would get used to touching another woman. Probably both, I decided.
As he neared the end of the roll, he had them stand facing each other. Christy was five or six inches shorter than Kim.
“Bend your knees, hon,” he told her. “Lower. A bit more. Good. Now, look into her eyes. You too, Christy. Look deep, like you’re gazing into her soul.”
I suppressed a grin. It was a corny line, but eye-level put their breasts at the same level, too, and their nipples touched as they held each other. That was what Carter had wanted in the first place.
He snapped a couple of medium shots and then moved in for close-ups of their breasts pressed together. He didn’t have Sara’s artistic flair, but he was good for an amateur (and a lot better than me).
He finished the roll, loaded another, and moved the girls to a lounge chair. He told Christy to lie on her stomach. Then he directed Kim to rub lotion on her. After a half-dozen pictures, he told Christy to roll over. Kim confidently spread the lotion over Christy’s arms and upper chest. Then Carter told her to rub it on her breasts.
“That okay with you?” he asked me, almost as an afterthought.
“Fine. I’m just enjoying the show.”
He nodded, returned his attention to the girls, and raised the camera to his eye. Kim seemed to enjoy spreading the lotion over Christy’s firm breasts. She moved to her stomach next, although she skipped Christy’s pussy and moved to her thighs. Carter’s body language was disappointed at first and then slightly annoyed, although he didn’t say anything aloud.
“Right,” he said instead. “Switch places. Kim, on your stomach. Christy, grab the lotion.”
“Yes, sir,” they said at the same time. They exchanged hesitant grins and moved into position.
Christy didn’t have any problems doing what Carter asked, and she thoroughly enjoyed rubbing lotion on Kim. She paid special attention to her breasts. Then she gently spread the creamy lotion over Kim’s shaved mons. Kim was clearly holding her breath, although she relaxed as Christy moved down her legs.
The contact was intimate but not quite sexual. None of the pictures would have raised more than an eyebrow if I’d seen them in Penthouse or Oui, but they couldn’t capture Christy’s relaxed enjoyment or Kim’s nervous desire to please Carter.
He was enjoying himself, although for an entirely different reason. Sure, he probably enjoyed watching the girls together—who wouldn’t?—but he liked telling them what to do more than anything. He didn’t have an actual hard-on, but his dick had grown a couple of inches and was thicker than before.