Finally I just said fuck the whole damn thing, took a deep breath, unhooked my top, and gave it to her.
I thought I was going to pass out.
Just before I did, I managed to choke out, "I'm gonna grab a beer," and staggered into the boys' kitchen. I found the bathroom and locked myself in.
I tried to get hold of myself. I thought, I can't believe I just took off my bra in front of two guys I hardly know. OK--it can't be that big a deal, right? I mean--European women go topless every day, right? I can do this, right? Wrong! Damn that Roxy! What a total bitch. OK--I'll show her. I'll take everything she dishes out and throw it right back in her face, right? DAMN right! I felt better, so I sat on the toilet and tried to pee. No way. Even though I kinda needed to, I was still too wound up. I got up, slipped my bottoms back on, and opened the door.
I could hardly breathe as I walked into their kitchen, got my beer out of the fridge, and walked straight ahead out that patio door. The guys just froze and stared at my chest. I acted calm and cool as I sat down in my lounge chair, like I walked around topless every day. I made myself lean back and clasp my hands, take a big breath, and smiled at the guys. They both had huge hard-ons poking the fronts of their shorts. OK, so that was actually pretty cool. Plus they were paying ZERO attention to Roxy. That was way cool.
It didn't take long before Roxy noticed she wasn't the star attraction anymore and huffed off somewhere.
I felt little tingles in my pussy. I can get used to this, I thought. Acting totally cool, I looked at DJ and said, "I think I saw you in the library yesterday--do you work there now?"
He gulped and said, "Uh-huh. Mostly I reshelve boobs."
I smiled sweetly. " Really?"
"Oh god. BOOKS--I reshelve BOOKS."
That was when I felt someone grab my hand. I looked over my shoulder to see Roxy tying my wrist to the top of the chaise-longue. "What are you doing?"
"You'll see, Miss B," she answered as she grabbed my other hand and tied it down as well. Last week we'd strung a nylon rope to a tree on our side of the yard to use as a clothesline, and apparently she'd cut that into pieces while everyone was distracted.
"Roxy, let me go. I don't appreciate this."
She held up a bottle of suntan lotion. "Those titties look awfully sensitive, Susie. You wouldn't want them to burn, now, so why don't you ask the guys to put lotion on them?"
"I will not! Now let me go!"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, dammit."
"You might want to reconsider," she said, and then she bent over me, grabbed the sides of my bikini bottoms, and started sliding them down my hips.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I just froze as I watched her pull my suit down. When she got to the top of my pubes, I said, "OK, wait. Stop."
"Well--wasn't there something you were going to ask the boys?"
"OK, OK. DJ and Teeny Steve, would you--um--put lotion on my chest?"
Roxy pulled on my bottoms again. "I didn't hear you say please!"
"DJ and Teeny Steve would you PLEASE put lotion on my chest?"
Roxy smiled triumphantly and handed them the bottle. They didn't waste any time. DJ got down on one side of me and Steve on the other, and they both went to work--of course devoting 90% of their efforts to my boobs.
And damn--it started to feel really good! Two cute guys working on my boobs and sneaking little rubs on my nipples and me with no choice but to lie there and take it--after about a minute I was in another world.
I closed my eyes and my breathing got heavier--until I felt my bottoms fly down my legs and off my feet.
I screamed and clamped my legs together, but it was too late. I opened my eyes and turned to see Roxy cutting my bottoms into pieces. "Roxy! Why would you do that? I let the guys feel my boobs! That was the deal for me keeping my bottoms!"
"I never said any such thing, Susie. You may have assumed that, but actually I never said any such thing."
Damn. There I was--completely naked, strapped to a lawn chair in front of two guys and at the mercy of the witch who had obviously become my mortal enemy.
"Susie--why don't you ask DJ and Teeny Steve to lotion up your legs? You don't want them to burn either, do you?"
She was up to something. "Sure, Roxy. Why the hell not?"
Roxy motioned to the guys and they resumed their places on either side of me. I kept my legs clamped together and their stroking my legs and smoothing on the lotion felt good. Then--pretty good--no--better than that--then um--rreeaalll good--and I was back in my dreamy place again.
"I--I need to pee." I really did, actually.
"Go ahead," Roxy said. "It won't hurt the grass or anything."
"I can't do that! I can't just pee out here in front of everybody!"
"Oh, OK then. Keep going, guys."
I felt them touching me again, and this time they brazenly stroked my bush and even lower. Every time they brushed my slit I thought I'd lose it. By the time I felt a finger rub my clit I was so close to coming I was beyond caring.
That's when I heard Roxy's voice. "OK, guys, that's enough. Take a break."
"Please, Roxy--just another minute," I heard myself say.
"Um, I don't think so, Susie. The boys look tired--"
"No, we're fine--"
"--As I was saying, I think they need a break. How about another beer, boys? Oh, and how about you, Susie? Ready for a cold one?"
The mere thought of beer reminded me how badly I needed to pee. "Not till I go to the bathroom. Roxy, please untie me so I can pee."
"Tell you what. If you just let go and pee, I'll untie one hand so you can hold a beer."
I knew she was up to something, but I had to go so badly I couldn't help it--I let loose right there in front of her and the guys and peed and peed like a race horse. Could this whole nightmare get any more embarrassing?
I saw Roxy walk towards the house and I thought wow, she really is going to get me a beer!
I thought wrong, of course. She came back holding the end of a garden hose, which she handed to Joe. "Hose her off, would you? I don't want her pee all over the lawn chair."
"Uh, sure," he answered. Great. Now I'm going to get hosed down like a race horse, too. The hose had one of those pistol nozzles on the end, and it looked like DJ was having some kind of problem with it.
"Oh for Pete's sake," Roxy said. "How hard can it be? Let me see that--"
She tried to take it away from him, and that's when he sprayed her right in the chest. Way to go DJ!
Roxy was livid, of course, and in the ensuing fight over the hose I got soaked of course, but at least she did, too. That little string bikini of hers got pretty clingy, especially around her ass, and the guys gave me a break for a while, hooting and staring at her.
Joe finally showed up with a big bag of groceries. He handed them off to DJ, who went back to the grill.
Roxy saw him, shrieked, and ran inside the house. I didn't have the luxury of running inside, of course. Teeny Steve helpfully explained everything, and Joe walked over to get a better look. He walked up to the end of my chaise-longue and even bent over to look right at my crotch. "Mmm--nice to--see ya again, Susie," he said. He even licked his lips.
What could I do? I just smiled and said, "Glad you like the view."
On one hand, I was so pissed, but on the other hand--what a rush! Here was this hunk two feet away from my crotch, looking right at my bush, and there was nothing I could do about it! I could feel my face getting warm, not to mention my pussy getting really wet.
He made a sniffing noise. "Tuna fish--I love it."
He could smell how aroused I was! I was so embarrassed--and so turned on!
Finally Roxy showed up. She'd fixed her hair and put some shorts and a tee on over her bikini. Must be nice—she's totally covered while I'm totally exposed.
Roxy put her hand on Joe's arm and followed his gaze down to my crotch. "Sucks to lose, doesn't it, Suze? Tell you what--DJ says the burgers are almost ready, so I guess I should untie you now." She turned around and yelled at DJ and Steve. "Hey everybody--Susie's gonna be our little naked waitress!"
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