Waterpark, Part 2

You went and got changed into the beach shorts and came back to find your two red-clad sirens posted up on their towels, leaning back on their hands with one knee bent upwards. They looked like femme fatales in the James Bond movie, except what James Bond movie had two Bond girls with the titular hero at the same time?

“Bond’s got nothin’ on me,” you chuckled to yourself.

When they both rolled onto their stomachs, their barely-covered asses pointing at you, and asked you to rub sunscreen on their backs you knew it was a conspiracy. Now, you weren’t exactly going to fight the conspiracy, but Sabrina had definitely put them up to turning you on as much as possible. Still, you enjoyed every moment of rubbing down their bodies even though you were very aware that the three of you were getting looks. The key was that the looks were all of jealousy - men wanted them, and wanted to be you.

Once they were both safely protected in a layer of SPF that made both of their bodies sheen under the bright August sun, they set about covering you as well. It might not have been sexual - and there wasn’t even one grope of your cock through your shorts - but it was still a thrill to just be the centre of their attention for a few minutes as they enjoyed having their hands on you.

Then… Well, the sexy didn’t stop but it wasn’t as overt. The three of you spent the next couple of hours grabbing the proper tubes, climbing old, sometimes concerningly rickety, metal stairs to stand in line for ten to twenty minutes for the thirty-second thrill of the water slides. And it was fun. Everything about it.

Tasha and Becks were fully engaged in the friendship between the three of you. Even with Sabrina and Gemma there, even with just mild flirting going on, everything felt so… smooth.

You were going to have sex later with both of them. It was an unspoken thing between the three of you. It was just going to happen. And knowing that meant that everything else was easy - Tasha talked a bit about her coworkers at the bookstore and some of the stuff she’d been researching for her comedy, telling you bits from Comedians that had laid foundations for the art form. Becks talked about some of her other friends in the city, and admitted to feeling like they’d been so easily replaced by you, Sabrina and Gemma that maybe they hadn’t been as good a group of friends as she’d thought. Then she talked about how she was thinking about getting her Masters in something, she just wasn’t sure what she wanted to pursue - she definitely didn’t want to be a secretary forever, though it was a good and stable job for now. You even managed, during a break in the climbing and sliding, to give them the whole Eric update about Joy and it left Becks laughing and Tasha slightly scandalised on behalf of all females.

You bought lunch, deciding to treat this like the date it felt like, and the three of you sat and munched on Chip Truck fries. Then the girls wanted to go on one more slide before you could slow down and hit the wave pool or the lazy river.

To be fair, after how things were going, you hadn’t been expecting the set-up.

It was a slide that allowed single or double tubes, and they decided they were going to go down together while you’d go solo. Once you reached the top of the slide line, they both gave you a kiss on the cheek - yet again shocking one of the teenage staffers as the sixteen-year-old’s eyes bugged out. You rode the slide down, exhilarating in the speed until you shot out the end of the waterslide and splashed into the pool, your tube flipping over your head and rolling on the water. You chuckled, still grinning and wiped water from your face before pulling yourself and the tube from the landing pool.

About thirty seconds later, Tasha and Becks came flying down the slide. You could hear their laughter and joy echoing ahead of them, and they came out in a big splash. As they stood up you coughed and felt your words stick somewhere in your throat as both women’s bikini tops had accidentally, or ‘accidentally’ popped up over their breasts and you were looking at two glorious sets of nipples.

They didn’t exactly stop and pose. Both of them, giggling, quickly fixed their attire,

“Oops!” Becks said, loudly enough that anyone who caught a peek would assume it was an accident.

“I can’t believe that happened,” Tasha laughed as she climbed out of the landing pool.

“Uh-huh, sure,” you rolled your eyes, helping them get the tube clear.

“I think he knows,” Becks staged whispered to Tasha.

“Nah, he wouldn’t think we’re that bad,” Tasha stage whispered back. Then they both started giggling again.

“Devils. Temptresses. How could you do this to me?” you sighed.

The wave pool wasn’t any better. Sure, the flashing didn’t continue, but the flirting ramped up like crazy. The looks, the biting of the lip, the touches. Encouraging you to grab their asses. Groping your ass or cock. Kissing. Kissing you. Kissing each other.

Some old lady gasped when they kissed the first time, utterly shocked to have such a thing happening in her line of vision, and that just encouraged the two fiery women to do it more.

Then came the lazy river. The three of you each got one of the small tubes and hopped in, drifting around the relaxing, cool course that wove around the park. Your conversation picked back up, now with more flirting, but nothing happened on the first rotation. It was during the second one, as you entered the ‘tunnel’ area that wound under some of the water slides. Whoever had designed the ‘ride’ must have known that people would freak out if the tunnel was too dark so they'd put in underwater lights that cast a brilliant emerald glow up through the water, playing a shimmery light on the roof of the ‘cave.’

Whether it was on purpose or by accident, you couldn’t be sure, but there was space between you and the girls and anyone ahead and behind. That meant it was perfectly safe for Tasha to lift her bikini top and flash you a long, giggling look at her tits that made you groan out loud. Then you got her back by grabbing her by her ankle and pulling yourself closer. She shrieked playfully and tried to block you grabbing for her breasts, but you faked her out and kept hold of her foot instead, bringing it to your mouth and sucking on her big toe.

That turned her shriek into a moan.

“Jesus, that bad?” Becks laughed.

“Shut up,” Tasha said, fixing her top as the end of the tunnel approached around a gentle turn, the brightness of the sun already reaching you. “You want it too.”

“And I’ll get it on the next pass,” Becks grinned, making eyes at you. “But it’s not gonna be my toe he’s sucking.”

It was pretty nice being you.

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