ALICE Ch 211

Being in a tub with two hot chicks really is the F1 dream. It kind of crept up on Alice. Her past self would’ve been surprised to learn that she doesn’t actually want to be there.

“Little crowded,” Alice says, moving to position herself strategically beside Irina, and making sure that her legs are cozy with Sasha’s. “Guess you not tall people don’t have to worry about that stuff. This is nice, though. Nice place you guys got. You probably have a bathtub like this at home.”

“Which home?” Irina asks, and Alice sees her flick a glance at her daughter.

Irina wants Sasha to move over her and sit on Alice’s other side; she wants her daughter to be a little more aggressive. No, not aggressive. Sultry. Something. But Irina can’t see under the water; she can’t see how hard Alice is, and she can’t see the way that Alice is using her legs to make it hard for Sasha to move. Not that Sasha has the balls to move anyway.

Alice catches Irina’s hand sneakily entering the water.

“Rich people nails,” she says, taking a look. “My mom would kill to have nails like this. Beautiful.” She gives Irina’s knuckles a little kiss.

Irina likes that.

“Cute,” Alice says, and hands Irina her beer. “Hold this.”

Irina does so. Nudity. Contact. Imagination. Her arousal is now drowning out Irina’s objections to surprises. That was quick. Domination and submission probably have all this depth and nuance that Alice knows nothing about, but she does know horniness. It’s just that usually things are reversed; usually she’s the one who’s so turned on that she’ll be down for anything to get off.

She nudges Sasha with a toe.

“Sasha, tell me about your leg workout,” she says. “How do I get a booty like yours?” It’s not her workout; Sasha’s got a cute ass, but that’s all genes. Some things, Alice really is a connoisseur of.

Under the water, Alice puts her hand on Irina’s thigh. Irina’s body shifts in response.

Sasha’s already blushing, so she just looks away slightly.

“I run,” she says. It’s cute. Not as cute as Faye, but Alice isn’t going to withhold credit.

Alice goes ahead and lets her fingers explore down there a little, careful to avoid anything too sensitive. Beside her, Irina only begins to squirm before she catches herself with a little gasp. Her fingers tighten on the beer bottle, and her other hand grips the edge of the tub.

“What?” Alice glances at her.

Irina nervously takes a drink from the bottle. Alice strokes between Irina’s thigh and her groin. Irina’s chest swells as she takes in a shuddering breath. Nobody’s this sensitive unless the need for cock is firing on all cylinders. Alice sort of expected this to be more difficult.