More drinks

You glance at the bags of drinks still sitting on the small kitchen counter.

“The drinks are cold,” you say. “That might be a good place to start.”

No one argues. The four of you are standing around half-dressed and sweating heavily in the stuffy cabin.

You move over to the counter and start handing out cold cans. As you do, you take the chance to let your eyes wander and give each of them a direct, flirty compliment.

You hand the first drink to Alicia. She’s still in her thin crop top with no bra underneath, her small perky tits and hard nipples clearly visible through the damp fabric, along with just her panties. Sweat glistens on her toned stomach.

“You look really fucking good like this,” you tell her. “That crop top is barely doing anything to hide how nice your tits are.”

Alicia grins and arches her back slightly, pushing her chest out toward you on purpose.

“Glad you noticed,” she says, clearly enjoying the attention.

Next you hand a drink to Kelly. She’s now in just her low-cut top (no bra) and black panties, her heavy tits barely contained, thick thighs and round ass on full display. Sweat is rolling down her deep cleavage.

“And you…” you say, letting your gaze drag slowly over her curves. “Those panties are clinging to you in all the right places. Your body looks incredible like this.”

Kelly bites her lip and smirks, shifting her weight so her thick ass jiggles slightly.

“Keep talking like that and I might start thinking you’re trying to get us all worked up,” she teases.

Finally, you turn to Kristen. She’s standing there in just her white bra and white panties after taking off her soaked top and jeans. The bra is damp and slightly see-through from sweat, clinging to her full, soft tits. Her stomach and thick thighs are glistening.

You hand her the cold can and let your eyes linger.

“And you,” you say, voice a little lower, “look even better than I imagined. That bra is soaked and it’s doing amazing things for your tits right now.”

Kristen’s face goes bright red, but she’s smiling shyly. She takes the drink with both hands, clearly flustered but happy with the compliment. She doesn’t say anything, but she holds your gaze for a second longer than before.

All three girls are now watching you, drinks in hand, their bodies on display in the hot cabin. The air feels thicker than ever.

Alicia takes a long sip, then raises an eyebrow at you.

“So,” she says with a smirk, “you’ve had your look and said your piece. What now?”