The first girl took her blouse off and let it fall to the floor. She did a slow turn, letting the second girl get a good look. Both girls were smiling at each other. The first girl unfastened her jeans, very slowly, as she moved her hips to some silent music only she heard. Her hips gyrated back and forth like a belly dancer. My cock started to throb.
As she was moving around, she put her thumbs in the sides of her jeans and, as her hips moved side to side, she lowered her jeans just a little each time she moved. When they cleared her hips, I saw she was wearing a black thong that rode low on her hips with a slim piece of material that disappeared between her ass cheeks. Her pussy, barely concealed by the little black triangle of material, was shaved.
I watched as she turned her back to the girl at the door. She kept gyrating her hip and as she lowered her jeans to the floor, she bent over. I did not understand why she stayed that way instead of straightening up till the second girl went over to her and stood behind her. She reached out and ran her hands over the upturned ass in front of her. She let her hands slip down the front of the thighs, and up the backs of them.
The first girl stayed bent over, legs straight, jeans at her ankles. I watched her large breasts sway slightly as her breathing seemed to increase.
The second girl stood up and moved to the side of the other. She reached out her right hand and felt the ass in front of her. I jumped when she drew her hand back and slapped that ass. It sounded so loud, but so wonderful. I watched her ass cheeks bounce and heard her moan. Again the hand went up and back down against that ass, striking the other cheek.
The second girl stepped back to admire her handiwork. I heard her mumble something and the first girl straightened up, turned around to face her, spread her legs apart, but left her hands on her head. She stood still while the second one walked around her. Every once in a while, she would reach out and poke the first one, making her jump. She even stood behind her and tickled her once. I found that highly erotic as the first girl was trying to twist and turn but still say standing where she was.
Tired of torturing, the second moved around to the front of the first. She reached out to stroke those magnificent breasts. Using just her fingertips, I watched her trace the curve down the sides, then over the front as she felt over the nipple area. I wished it was my hands trailing over those glorious mounds. I wanted to see more. As if the second heard my thoughts, she reached between those huge breasts and the black bra that held them in place, and scooped them out of the cups.
