Chapter 45: Mark and David Join In

Freshly dressed, I stepped out onto the patio, where Nora, Annika, and Lena were stretched out, their conversation bubbling easily over the hum of the late morning.

As I approached, Nora looked up and waved me over, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Tom, come meet the girls!” she called, her bright smile as radiant as the sun overhead.

I greeted Annika and Lena with a quick hug, doing my best to keep my gaze locked on their faces. But damn, it was impossible to ignore the way their tits strained against their bikinis, spilling into deep cleavage that seemed to dare me to stare. My pulse quickened, and I could feel the faint stir of a hardon threatening to form. Nora had warned me about their “assets,” but no heads-up could fully prepare me for the sight of these athletic, sun-kissed goddesses, their curves brazenly on display, sprawled out like the patio was their personal showcase of temptation.

I sank into the open seat beside Nora, forcing out a breath as I tried to play it cool. The warmth of the sun poured over me, but it wasn’t just the heat making me sweat. Annika leaned back, stretching lazily, her melons jiggling ever so slightly with each movement, while Lena reached for her drink, the curve of her hips perfectly framed by the skimpy strings of her bikini. Grateful for my reflective sunglasses, I slid them on to shield my wandering eyes, knowing I needed all the help I could get to keep my composure.

Nora lay closest to me, her freshly washed blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, catching the light in a way that made her look even more intoxicating. Before letting my gaze drift to her hot friends, I took a moment to admire her petite, delicate frame again - those impossibly skinny legs stretched out long and lean, so slender they seemed almost unreal. Her tiny waist and narrow hips emphasized her delicate, skinny, almost fragile body, giving her an allure that was uniquely hers.

The gap between her thighs was so pronounced that it made me ache to tug the narrow strip of her bikini bottom to the side, just to catch a glimpse of the soft folds it barely concealed. Her perky tits, roughly the size of peaches, looked even fuller on her petite frame. What stood out most, however, was their perfectly “concave”, pointy shape, which naturally drew the eye to her incredibly puffy, prominent nipples. Though not overly pronounced themselves, they rested proudly on firm, mound-like bases beneath her areola, as if elevated on pedestals, irresistibly commanding attention. What I like to call concave tits for short means their upper curves had a subtle concave dip before rounding out into full, perky mounds, creating that rare, upward-pointing look that drives men crazy.

Once I’d had my fill of admiring Nora, I let my gaze wander to her friends, starting with Annika. Her athletic body was all soft curves and tight lines, the kind of figure that could dominate both the tennis court and a magazine cover. She had a perfect hourglass shape, her toned waist tapering in above wide, luscious hips. Her legs were strong and shapely, with curves that hinted at power and elegance. Annika was sprawled out, her thighs parted just enough to tease the subtle outline of her mound beneath her snug bikini bottom. Her ass, firm and round, lifted slightly as she shifted lazily in her chair.

Then there were her breasts - enormous, melon-sized jugs that seemed to defy gravity, spilling over her bikini top in a way that made it impossible not to stare. The stretchy fabric strained against her skin, and every few minutes, she’d adjust it with a casual motion that only drew more attention. Despite their size, her breasts were impossibly firm, standing proud without any hint of sag, as if daring anyone to grope them.

Finally, there was Lena, perched at the edge of her lounge chair, her posture effortlessly confident. Her hips were slim and perfectly shaped, with athletic, toned legs that drew the eye with every subtle shift. Her ass was firm, small, and round, pressing snugly against the fabric, the tightness accentuating every curve. Her tits, as generous as Annika’s, strained against her top, the fabric stretched so thin that her stiff, protruding nipples were impossible to ignore. Every movement seemed calculated, and her playful gaze met mine more than once, a knowing smirk curling her lips. She was fully aware of my attention, and she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

I was just reaching for another drink when Lena’s voice broke through the lazy afternoon calm. “Hey, Tom,” she said, her tone teasing and casual. “Would you mind helping us with some sunscreen?” Her lips curled into a smirk, and the gleam in her eyes made it clear that the invitation wasn’t entirely innocent.

I barely managed a nod before Nora sat up and tossed me the bottle, her petite frame shifting gracefully as she turned to lie face down on her lounge chair. She glanced over her shoulder, her bright blue eyes glinting with mischief, daring me to come closer. As she adjusted herself, her small, perky ass lifted slightly, her legs parting just enough to make my pulse throb.

“Start with me,” she said softly, her voice low and flirtatious. I stepped closer, squeezing a generous amount of lotion into my hands, the cool cream warming quickly as I rubbed my palms together. Slowly, I began spreading it over her shoulders, feeling the delicate bones beneath her smooth, silky skin. Each glide of my hands over her spine sent a subtle shiver through her.

She sighed, her breathing slow and content as I worked the lotion down her back and along her sides. My fingers lingered over the delicate curve of her waist and the small of her back, her body pressing slightly into the lounge chair as if she couldn’t help but respond. The quiet hums escaping her lips only spurred me on, my gaze drifting lower, transfixed by her tiny, perfectly shaped ass. Each cheek was so petite it could easily fit into my palms, yet they curved out with just enough fullness to create an impossibly deep crack in between.

Just as I was about to step back, she turned over slowly, her eyes locking onto mine with a sultry, teasing glint. Without breaking eye contact, she reached behind her neck and tugged at the knot of her bikini top. The flimsy fabric slid away, leaving her completely bare. Her small, perfectly perky tits stood proud, her puffy nipples already stiff and glistening slightly under the warm sunlight. She arched her back slightly, her chest thrust forward, daring me to take the next step.

“Don’t forget these,” she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver straight through me.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and reached forward, the cool lotion coating my fingers as I brought my trembling hands to her exposed chest. Her skin was impossibly soft, her warmth seeping into my palms as I spread the lotion over her supple curves. I couldn’t ignore the firmness beneath her smooth flesh, and when my hands grazed her stiff, puffy nipples, her breath hitched audibly, the delicate flesh reacting instantly to my touch.

Nora leaned into me, her soft moans deepening with every deliberate circle of my fingers over her sensitive nipples. Her back arched further, pressing her tits more firmly into my hands, her body begging for more as she melted under my touch. Each gasp, each desperate sound that escaped her lips, was pure temptation, a wordless plea for me to keep going, to explore every inch of her with the same intensity.

Lost in the intoxicating feel of her bare skin, I barely noticed the flicker of movement nearby - until my eyes caught it fully. On the neighboring patio, two men, probably in their 30s, stood frozen, their wide eyes fixed on us. They couldn’t look away, their expressions betraying shock, envy, and raw lust as they watched me worship Nora’s youthful, eighteen-year-old body, her sexy chest rising and falling under my hands, every sound she made pulling them deeper into the scene unfolding before them, their expressions betraying a mix of shock and envy.

I caught their gaze, giving a sly smile as I raised a hand to wave them over. They exchanged a quick look, almost disbelieving, before one nudged the other, and they both started walking over, their expressions eager, hungry, and more than willing to join in. They stepped onto the patio, trying to play it cool but failing miserably, their eyes darting between Nora and her bare, puffy nipples to Annika and Lena, who were lounging nearby in their bikinis. The tension was palpable, the guys clearly trying not to stare too blatantly but unable to tear their gaze away from Nora’s nude tits.

Feeling the shift in their attention, Annika let out a low chuckle, her lips curving into a knowing smile. She sat up slowly, reaching behind her neck with deliberate ease. With a quick flick of her fingers, she untied her bikini top and let it fall away, revealing her massive tits to the warm sunlight. Just as I’d suspected, they were so firm that, despite their size, they hardly sagged at all. Leaning back on her hands, she arched her back slightly, her posture bold and inviting, her eyes daring everyone around to drink in the sight of her perfect melons.

Not to be outdone, Lena followed suit with an equally playful smirk. She shot a glance at the guys, then reached up and loosened her own top, letting it slide down her arms before tossing it aside carelessly. Her chest was no less breathtaking - full, soft, and perfectly proportioned, the curves spilling over her petite frame in a way that drew every pair of eyes like a magnet. Tilting her head toward the two guys, her dark, mischievous eyes seemed to say, “Well? Are you impressed yet?”

The guys didn’t know where to look. Suddenly, they found themselves surrounded by three bare-chested young women, turning the peaceful Danish coast into something more reminiscent of a private strip club or a risqué swinger’s lounge. Their jaws practically dropped as their eyes darted from Lena’s and Annika’s enormous, sunlit melons, swaying enticingly with every subtle movement, to Nora’s smaller but equally captivating perky tits, with those irresistible puffy nipples catching the light.

Feeling the need to break their spell, I grabbed the bottle of lotion and handed it to one of them, gesturing toward Annika and Lena.

“Think you could give me a hand with those two?” I said with a grin.

The two guys didn’t hesitate. One of them took the bottle eagerly and settled beside Annika, his hands moving confidently as he poured lotion over her bare skin. The cool liquid trickled down her shoulders and over the swell of her chest, and he wasted no time spreading it, his fingers pressing firmly into the soft curves of her tits. His hands lingered, rubbing the lotion in slow, deliberate circles, tracing her nipples as they hardened beneath his touch. Annika leaned back further, her head tilting lazily, her lips parting with soft, shallow breaths as his hands roamed over her chest. His movements carried a clear and deliberate intent, kneading and stroking the soft, supple curves of her tits. Her breathing grew heavier, a faint sheen of sweat catching the sunlight on her skin as she stretched out languidly, her body practically inviting more.

Meanwhile, the other guy turned his attention to Lena, who reclined lazily in her chair, her eyes closed, a playful smile tugging at her lips. He worked the lotion into her skin, his hands gliding over her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples with a light, teasing touch. Lena let out a soft gasp, her back arching as her body responded eagerly, her legs shifting slightly in the chair. Her chest rose and fell more quickly with each deliberate stroke of his hands, her nipples hardening beneath his touch. The restless motion of her hips and the faint, glowing flush on her skin made it clear she was enjoying far more than just the warmth of the sun. She wasn’t just relaxing ... she was surrendering, her body melting into the lounger under his confident attention.

Turning back to Nora, I felt the heat radiating between us. Her bright blue eyes met mine, glinting with excitement, and she parted her skinny legs a little wider as I settled my hand on her soft thigh. My fingers trailed along her inner thigh, just grazing the edge of her bikini bottom, the warmth of her body radiating through the delicate fabric. She sucked in a sharp breath, her hips pressing forward instinctively, her body silently begging for more.

I let my fingers press gently against the thin fabric covering her pussy, feeling the damp heat of her arousal. Her gasp was soft but breathless, her hips arching slightly as her eyes fluttered half-closed. I teased her with slow, deliberate strokes, gliding my fingers over her covered slit until I finally slipped them beneath the fabric. My fingertips brushed her bare cunt, slick and ready, the wetness confirming her need.