The Race

Making their way up to the edge of the lap pool, Miranda and Mark saw who they were up against. They were going to be facing off against Taylor (T2) and a pretty buff unknown guy.

Taylor had already shuffled out of her skirt so that she was now wearing yellow bikini bottoms that matched her bikini top.

It was the signal for Mark and Miranda that they too would need to change now. Mark quickly discarded his shirt, trying not to stare too much as Miranda stepped out of her own skirt.

In the corner of his eye, he could see Miranda taking her shirt off. She was wearing a nice little two piece black patterned bikini. Nobody would really know what the bikini top pattern actually looked like as everyone had their eyes on her cleavage, not her clothing.

‘Jesus Christ’ Mark thought to himself as he focused his attention on the inflatable platform ahead of him rather than the busty blonde that he was going to be tied next to.

The two leaders of each Hall once again went over the rules as both pairs had help getting a leg of theirs tied together. All

They all necked their drinks before they were given the all clear to start. The platform was inches away from the ledge of the pool so it was an easy half leap to make it on top of it.

Mark felt the squishy bouncy surface of the inflatable platform as soon as his feet stepped on it. They softly sunk within in with every step. With their inside legs tied together, Mark and Miranda managed to get a little bit of a lead ahead of their opponents. Mainly due to the fact that Taylor and her male partner tried to knock them off the platform immediately but failed.

Mark and Miranda tried to move as quickly as they could, they hobbled down the course, having to manuevur around these long inflatable poles together. Getting through them, they made their way to a obstacle that required them to get on the ground and crawl under it.

Miranda’s big tits looked dangerously close to falling out of her bikini as she quickly ducked and got in a position to crawl. Trying not to grow a hard on during the race, Mark tried to focus on the course and keeping up with Miranda.

However, he was too slow and the other duo had caught up to them. They had grabbed onto their legs, trying to stop them from getting through first. Miranda was quick to use her free leg to kick backwards, her foot connecting with the guy’s chest. Trying to do the same thing, Mark flew his leg back, just with less power.

It helped get both of them free but leaping forward at the last second, Taylor yanked at Mark’s shorts. They were loose enough to come right off, leaving Mark in just his right briefs.

He instantly felt a little uncomfortable now losing his shorts. Once through the crawl through, he stood there still, wondering if he should go back and grab those shorts.

“Come on! Come on Mark! Leave them behind, we’ve got to keep going!” yelled Miranda, trying to keep dragging him forward.

It was no use, Taylor and her partner were crawling through themselves, they had to keep moving.

Mark and Miranda raced ahead once more, obstacle after obstacle. Their bodies continually bumping into each other, so much skin on skin. Her beautiful buxom body, those enormous breasts bouncing like crazy as they made their way to the final part of the course before they would need to swim to the end of the lap pool.

They had to climb up this wall to get down the slide. Unfortunately they weren’t paying enough attention to the fact their opponents were gaining enough ground that they could pull them down.

They leaped together, bringing Mark and Miranda back down on top of them. The next few minutes led to a mixed up scramble of the four trying to wrestle their way back to the final part of the course.

In a headlock from the bigger senior guy, Mark clung onto his arm, trying to pull it away. He was aware of the two blondes right next to them trying to wrestle each other out of the holds they had each other in.

If he wasn’t in such a struggle himself, he would have loved this. Two busty blondes fighting each other in bikinis, some what wet from the water that had been splashed onto the course.

They were so similar, yet so different. Both had big tits, Miranda’s real, Taylor’s fake. Both had blonde hair, Miranda’s natural, Taylor’s dyed.

A sight that would be remembered by both Mark and the senior boy that had him in a headlock was Taylor pulling open Miranda’s bikini top off while she laid on top of him. Her big natural breasts bounced out, her nipples already errect.

Mark could feel himself hardening but it was also the perfect time to break free knowing the other guy was just as distracted. Throwing back and elbow quickly to his gut, Mark was able to free himself from his grip.

Standing up, he helped pull Miranda up, Taylor holding on to the string of her bikini top, untying it but not being able to hold on it enough.

They quickly got over the last part of the course and slid down the slide, straight into the water. Swimming down the lap lane, Miranda’s top was virtually off, just hanging by the neck tie. She started to cling onto Mark’s body. It was hard to swim being tied together but Mark just powered through it. He was admitted not the greatest athlete but his swimming abilities were better than most.

By the time they got back to the inflatable platform to cross back to the starting line, they now had an almost unbeatable lead.

Miranda stopped before they climbed back up the slide to do up her bikini top.

“Just give me one second to hide my boobs,” she said, fiddling with the bikini strings.

It was a courtesy that Mark didn’t get when he lost his shorts but he wasn’t going to argue. Once her boobs were back inside her bikini top, they climbed back up the slide and made their way through the obstacle course once more. Their opposition duo never caught up, they lagged behind as Mark and Miranda made it back to the edge of the pool where everyone else was waiting.

They arrived to a round of applause from other members of the East Hall group. Miranda gave him a big hug as they crossed the finish line, those big pillowed breasts squeezing tightly against his chest.

They had extended the lead, 2-0.