I walked back over to the dressing room. Still not being 100% confident that this was really happening, I knocked on the door. Then I called inside “Jamie? Sharon? Are you in there?” No response. Slowly I turned the door knob- damn - the door was locked. Not a problem, I thought. I had seen the sales girl open it before, and put the key back into her pocket. All I have to do is go back to the sales girl, reach into her pocket, and voila- access to the room.
With the door unlocked, I turned the knob, opened the door and walked inside. My wife was standing in front of the mirror in a black and silver 2 piece bathing suit. She had her back to the mirror and was looking over her shoulder. Her hands were in both sides of the bikini bottom, pulling the suit out of the crack of her ass. Or, at least that’s what it looked like she was trying to do. Sharon was standing up, topless, and bent over at the waist. Her bare bottom was pointed right at me, and the bikini was around her knees.
Wow! All these years I have been dying to get a look at that ass, and there it was- frozen in place before my eyes. Tentatively, I reached out and touched her ass. It was as smooth and soft as I had imagined. I put both of my hands on her ass, rubbed all around, squeezed her cheeks. I reached down and pulled the swimsuit out of her hands. It just hung there, in midair around her knees. I pushed the suit to the ground, and lifted Sharon slightly. Sharon lifted up with almost no effort at all, and when I let go of her she just hung there in the air. Still hung in the air, I turned Sharon around to face me, and I straightened her so she was upright. I was able to bend and flex her body, and she stayed in the position that I placed her. It was like having my own life-sized doll.
I took a good look at her tits. Just a handful on each side, they were quite perky - they looked as if they would stand straight out even if I hadn’t stopped time. Her aureolas were half-dollar sized, and her pink nipples stuck out at least 1 inch from her breasts. I grabbed her breasts with both hands and felt their tenderness. I pinched, pulled and twisted her nipples. I stroked my hands across her chest again and again. Leaning forward, I gave a nipple a quick lick. Then a longer lick. Then I sucked first one nipple, then the other into my mouth. I sucked on those breasts as hard as I could, took her nipple between my teeth and gently bit down. I pulled her towards me and mashed my face against her breasts.
I took a step back, and took in the scene. My wife was still standing there, looking over her shoulder. Her sister was standing at attention before me, buck naked with red glistening nipples and a cunt that was hidden between her closed legs. |