A Rainy Day in Paradise
Copyright© 2025 by Bosom Buddies
Chapter 3: Look, But Don’t Touch
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Look, But Don’t Touch - Three amorous young couples will need to rethink their summer vacation when a tropical storm traps them all inside together. As crossed wires and unfulfilled desires slowly bubble to the surface, an ordinary vacation rental becomes an erotic pressure cooker, threatening to forever change these longtime friendships… into something more.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Group Sex Swinging Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Slow
It was my turn to disappear into the kitchen for drinks. Margaritas were the order of the hour, and I took my job seriously.
“What happened to you?”
It was Lisa’s voice, coming from behind me. I spun to face her, once again drinking in the sight of those incredible long legs and top-heavy torso. A few drinks in, and her skimpy macrame bikini was starting to slip a bit, getting dangerously close to showing the few precious inches of skin she’d thus far succeeded in covering.
God, she’s practically naked, I thought for the millionth time that hour.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“It’s just, who’d have thought Tristan from high school would grow up to have an honest-to-god six pack? I mean, you were always cute, but DAMN.”
She tapped a finger to my stomach, as if checking that it was real. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the attention from such a beautiful girl.
“Annie and I went kind of fitness-crazy during COVID to deal with all the stress. I found out I actually like weightlifting,” I shrugged. “I can’t catch a ball to save my life, but when you break everything down into reps, weight, and macros, it’s basically math and science-”
Lisa laughed, musical.
“-Which, now that I say it out loud,” I continued, “I realize is the nerdiest possible answer to your compliment.”
“You really grew into yourself,” she said. “In a good way. And not just your muscles! Confidence is a good look on you, too.”
Lisa took some of the drinks from me to bring into the other room, and I very pointedly watched her leave, admiring the way my friend’s barely-covered ass cheeks clenched softly with each step.
A short while later, it was Erik’s turn in the kitchen, refilling the ice chest. As soon as he’d gone, his wife mewed sensually and made an exaggerated show of laying face-down and closing her eyes.
“What a beautiful, sunny beach,” Mina said. “I’d better put on some sunscreen so I don’t get burned. But, I’m too tired to do it myself.”
“Ooh! I got you babe!” Erik called excitedly from the other room.
“Mmm, that’s okay honey. You’re all the way in the kitchen. I’ll just have Tristan do it.”
All conversation in the room went quiet.
Annie and I exchanged a quick look. My eyes silently asked, Would you be okay with that?
My wife gave me a secretive smile, then she also rolled over onto her stomach, coquettishly wiggling her toes in the air. She closed her eyes and jokingly lamented, “But then, who’ll do MY back?”
Lisa glanced over at Chris. His eyes were laser-focused on Annie’s bikini-clad butt.
“I volunteer my husband!” Lisa called out. “And, since he’ll be busy with Annie, Erik has to do me when he gets back from the kitchen.”
Then Lisa, too, laid down and closed her eyes with a naughty smile.
Erik peeked his head back into the living room, not sure he’d heard right.
“What, uh,” I stammered, “What happened to ‘look, but don’t touch?’”
Mina gave an innocent shrug, “It’s just sunscreen. Maybe ‘touch, but don’t grope’ is a little more reasonable.”
Neither Annie nor Lisa offered a word of discouragement at Mina’s suggestion.
Erik, Chris, and I stared at each other for a single, awkward moment –
Then the three of us spontaneously broke out into dopey grins and ran off to grab the sunscreen.
I knelt beside Mina’s ample body, spread out before me in that little black bikini. Pulse racing, I squirted a dollop of sunscreen into my palms –
“No, wait,” Mina said.
I froze, worried Mina was going to change her mind. Instead, she reached around her back and untied her bikini top.
“Don’t want to get tan lines.” she clarified.
The straps of her top fell away, baring her naked back to me. The twin swells of Mina’s breasts spilled generously into view on either side of her body. Following suit, Annie and Lisa both reached back and undid their own tops.
Reminiscing about this now, the moment still sounds pretty innocent. It wasn’t unusual for us to playfully flirt with each other’s spouses, and the women were only exposing their bare backs to us. It barely merited a PG-13.
Every single previous time I’d rubbed sunscreen into Mina’s supple skin, however, it had been because there was an actual sun in the sky. A massive ball of radioactive fire, threatening skin cancer and unpleasant redness.
I’d enjoyed touching my friend’s body, I admit (and I suspect she enjoyed it, too), but we’d always had plausible deniability about that part of the scenario. I’d merely been protecting her from that gosh-darn motherfucker the sun, like any good buddy would.
Today? That excuse went out the window. Our wives were inviting other men to rub our hands all over their nearly-naked bodies, and there was no use pretending there was anything un-sexual about any of it.
Again, it wasn’t exactly cheating. Maybe more of that micro-cheating. Whatever, I was too turned on to care.
Nearby, Chris went to work on my wife, absent-mindedly rubbing lotion on her back while his eyes remained glued to her athletic ass. Chris wasted no time guiding his hands to her upper thighs, gently massaging while looking guiltily up at me. I flashed him an encouraging thumbs-up and Chris grinned like a kid on Christmas.
Across the room, Chris’s wife let out a happy sigh as Erik’s lotion-covered hands moved up and down her bare back. “Such strong fingers,” Lisa cooed. He whispered something in her ear that turned her cheeks red.
The four of them didn’t hold my attention for long though, not with the lovely Mina spread out before me, awaiting my touch. I pressed my fingertips firmly against her back, more focused on giving her a deep-tissue massage than I was on applying sunscreen. Mina whimpered as my hands stroked up and down her soft skin.
“Ooh, free massage. NOW it’s a vacation,” Mina sighed.
The other wives moaned their approval. This felt more like foreplay than flirting.
I was seriously tempted to let my probing fingertips wander a just bit too far, across the soft swells of those world-class breasts. I had seen and touched Mina’s naked tits exactly and one time, way back when I was nineteen, and now my inner-monologue was doing olympic-level gymnastics trying to justify an “accidental” grope:
Come on, just move your fingers ONE INCH too far in the wrong direction. It isn’t gonna raise any red flags.
Shut up, brain.
How about this: You’re rubbing lotion up her sides, and your fingers just “happen” to bump up against those tits?
Brain! I’m married, remember?
But she waaaaaants it. And Annie wants it, too...
I felt like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings, mentally debating my evil split-personality.
With Mina’s back, arms, and shoulders now thoroughly covered with lotion, I switched my attention to her legs. I took extra care to squeeze and caress the pliant muscles of her inner thighs, stopping just short of touching anything that could be deemed inappropriate.
Her tits usually got all the attention, but Mina’s ass was incredible, too. Not athletic like Annie’s or perfectly rounded like Lisa’s, but soft and voluptuous - the kind of butt that would be the perfect cushion for any guy lucky enough to slam his cock into her from behind.
That ass was staring me in the face, a little black triangle of fabric cutting across those smooth cheeks...
My brain was once again screaming at me to grab and squeeze. No! No, “Touch but don’t grope,” remember?
I would have killed to know what thoughts were going through Mina’s mind at that moment.
Nearby, Lisa called out from beneath Erik’s hands, “Hey guys? This is really fun!”
We all laughed and agreed.
“Speaking of fun,” Mina teased, “Tristan still needs to do my front.”
And with that, she cupped her hands over her breasts and rolled over onto her back, looking me right in the eye to watch my reaction. My eyes practically popped out of my head as those massive, naked tits swung into view, nipples barely concealed beneath Mina’s tiny hands.
“I ... uh...”
“I’m just fucking with you, buddy!” she laughed. Then she glanced quickly down at the obvious tent in my swim trunks, smirked, and turned away from me–again flashing the sides of those glorious breasts–as she put her bikini top back on.
I sighed, half-relieved and half-disappointed as the laughter around the room broke the spell. The other women put their tops back on, too, and everyone returned to the laps of their respective husbands.
Mina’s eyes, however, kept sneaking my way.
MINA’S BEDROOM, SIX YEARS EARLIER...
I’m twenty years old.
Mina sits between Annie and me on the bed, ugly crying, face buried in her hands.
“I can’t go there without a date! I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” Mina says it over and over again. “You don’t know my family, they’re gonna torture me about it. I’m gonna spend the entire weekend listening to, ‘Mina, your sister is already married, why can’t you find a nice boy to date?’”
When she’s around strangers, Mina is confident, vivacious, larger than life. When she’s around her family, she shrinks down to nothing. She sees herself only through the prism of how much “worse” she is than her sister, Sascha.
Sascha has always been the golden child in the family. Straight A’s, Ivy League, marrying a pediatric cardiologist from a good family. Two inches taller and ten pounds thinner.
Mina has lived her whole life in this woman’s shadow.
Annie looks over at me and smiles. She whispers something in Mina’s ear. Mina looks up, suddenly confused.
“Yeah, but, don’t you think that would be weird?” Mina whispers back.
“Nah,” Annie says.
“But it’s a wedding! It’s romantic! What if people are expecting us to, like, kiss?”
Annie looks at me with those big, adorable eyes. “I trust you guys.”
Now it’s a month later, and I’m living out the plot of some cheesy romcom. I’m pretending to be Mina’s boyfriend for Sascha’s wedding, so that her overbearing relatives and “perfect” sister won’t shame her for being single.
It’s not very hard to maintain the ruse that I’m crazy about this girl. Mina and I have been close friends for nearly two years now. We know everything there is to know about each other, we genuinely like each other, we have our own inside jokes, and...
And...
And she’s so goddamn fucking gorgeous, it would be harder NOT to look like I’m infatuated with her. Mina is positively radiant tonight in her bridesmaid gown. Her chestnut hair hangs luxuriously across feminine shoulders.
I’m a big hit with her family. I catch the garter belt. Mina catches the bouquet. We pose for photos that immortalize our fake relationship. She is beaming throughout the whole reception.
“Thanks so much, Tristan,” she whispers in my ear, her breath close. “You don’t know how much this means to me. I know it’s awkward and weird, but you being here makes me feel like I’m not such a disappointment to my parents. Like I’m not some big failure, just because I’m not perfect.”
“But, you ARE perfect, Mina,” I whisper back. Her eyes are smiling at me. “You’re so full of life, and warmth, and personality. Not everything that matters can be measured in your job and your grade point average. For all Sascha’s good qualities, I would never want to be with someone like her.”
“But you’d want to be with someone like me?” Mina whispers.
“Well, yeah,” I say, forgetting myself. There’s a moment of awkward silence.
“Can you do me a favor?” she asks, at last. “Can you please kiss me? I think it might bring home the deception for everyone else.”
It’s not cheating, I remind myself. Annie gave us the all-clear before we left. She said it was ok for us to kiss at the reception. All a part of the show. It would be weird if we didn’t. We’re all grownups, after all.
And yet, my heart’s in my throat. I’ve fantasized about kissing those full, soft lips for two long years.
“Of course,” I say.
I can taste the vanilla in her lipgloss. I’m lost in the warmth and the sweetness of the moment.
At the next table over, people are cheering for us.
“How soon until I have some grandkids?!” her mother calls out.
It’s hours later, and we’re turning in for the night. Mina’s hotel room is obnoxiously luxurious; bigger than the size of my whole apartment. Her family is fucking loaded and they spared no expense for this wedding.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Mina keeps whispering, kissing my cheek each time.
“Hey, I’m not exactly getting dragged across hot coals here,” I laugh.
She offers me the first shower but I decline, eager to just put my feet up after a long night of dancing. I’m sitting on the enormous bed, head still spinning from all the alcohol, when I see the bathroom door slowly creak open.
Must be a faulty door latch. It certainly wasn’t anything Mina did, she’s busy rinsing off in the shower.
The shower...
Through the crack in the now-open door, I see her like a steamy mirage. A shapely wet body, hidden behind beveled glass. I should look away. I’m going to look away. Really.
But, it’s not like I’m actually seeing anything, right? Not clearly, anyway. Just tantalizingly blurry curves. Plus, Mina’s an exhibitionist. This is totally the kind of thing she’d do on ‘accident’ to get a rise out of me.
Well, mission accomplished, if that’s the case. Part of me has definitely risen.
Oh fuck, those are the dark spots of her nipples. Still blurry, but unmistakably bouncing and swaying on her enormous tits as she scrubs down.
That does it! This isn’t who I am. This is my fiancé’s best friend. I get up and close the bathroom door, securely this time.
Mina gives a little shriek at the sound.
I hurriedly call out, “It’s okay, the door just came open! Figured you deserved a little privacy.”
“Aw, such a gentleman!” she shouts back. “I thought you were coming in here to join me!”
“Yeah, not sure Annie would appreciate that,” I laugh.
Mina emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed in stretchy shorts and a black micro-tee shirt. No bra for sleeping, of course. Wavy chestnut hair clings to her neck, still damp.
Her chest bounces with every step–might as well be in slow motion–as she strides barefoot to join me in bed. I’m treated to one more epic bounce as she leaps and flops down onto the mattress beside me with a deep groan of relief. Then she rolls on top of me, pressing all those agonizingly sweet curves against my body as she runs her fingers across my cheek.
“Annie’s a lucky girl,” she whispers.
Then we’re kissing again, slow and sensual, this time for an audience of nobody. Her mouth is hot on mine. Burning. Marshmallow lips. Heady fumes of honey lavender shampoo and vanilla body wash.
My cock is screaming against the confines of my boxers, stabbing up into her bare thigh.
We break apart, reflexively scooting a safe distance away from one another.
“Thanks again,” Mina sighs through a sleepy, horny smile. “For that final taste of pretend.”
PRESENT DAY
As much as I’d been enjoying the opportunity to get my hands on Mina, I’d only ever been truly intimate with one woman, and this was starting to feel a bit overwhelming.
Annie climbed onto my lap and sloppily kissed me, setting my blood on fire. I don’t know if it was jealousy or something else, but an instant later I pulled my wife’s body against mine and we mashed our lips together in full view of everyone.
We weren’t the only couple in the room that had trouble keeping our hands to ourselves. A moment later, I could hear the smacking of hungry kisses and heavy breathing coming from the others. Annie and I broke apart to glance over at our friends:
Chris and Lisa were in a similar position to ours, sitting on the floor with her straddling his lap, crushing her chest to his. Their fingers erotically caressed each other’s backs, and a moan of pleasure escaped Chris’s lips as Lisa kissed her way down his neck, to his bare shoulder.
Beside them, Erik was laying down on his back, with his wife’s voluptuous form draped across him. She arched her back, teasingly rubbing her big, bikini-clad tits back and forth across his pecs while his muscular arms wrapped around her like a python. Their kisses were wet and messy, mouths urgently melting against each other.
Annie’s eyes found mine, flashing with arousal–always so maddeningly cute–and a second later we were kissing again. Panting like animals. Tongues and heat.
To our right, Chris started getting friskier. He slid his hands down beneath Lisa’s macrame bottoms, to her beautiful, bubbly ass, and squeezed. Lisa reflexively ground her crotch against his.
To our left, Erik craned his neck forward, pressing his face into his wife’s bulging cleavage, planting soft kisses along the tops of her breasts. She cooed sexily and her fingers pulled at his hair.
Then, out of nowhere, I felt Annie’s arm stab down between our bodies and grab hold of my cock through the fabric of my suit. I gasped in surprise, suddenly feeling weirdly exposed. She didn’t stroke me; didn’t try to get me off. She just gripped my shaft and squeezed, thrilling in the pulsing hardness between her fingers.
I lost track of how long we all sat there on the floor, making out like horny teenagers at a basement party. Something had been unlocked deep inside of me; a desire I’d obediently kept in check ever since I’d first fallen in love with my wife. A desire for something new. Something different. Unknown and exciting.
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