Chapter 8

Things escalated almost immediately when the women left the water. That was because their suits, made primarily for sunbathing, without the thick pads that render a suit suitable for swimming, were virtually transparent when wet. Both women were looking at the picnic area, as opposed to each other, so neither woman was aware of her appearance, as they approached Ted.

Ted looked up, and his mouth dropped open. Prudence’s raven black pubic hair formed a dark vee through the yellow of her suit. Her dark nipples were equally visible.

Mirriam’s suit had been designed to have a blue polka dot where each nipple was expected to be. The designer was probably a man, because a woman would have known that every woman’s nipples are located in slightly different places on her breasts, when compared to another woman. Her fat brown nipples produced their own polka dots, due to her heightened state of arousal. Her dark pubic hair was also easily visible through the white of her bottoms.

“Have mercy on me,” he moaned, as the women walked up to the blankets.

Then the women looked at each other, and there was a very short comedy as each woman tried to cover up, instinctively, and then realized that was silly, considering what they had decided to do. It was quite likely, if Ted had his way, that he’d see them naked anyway.

Ted had, indeed, unpacked the food, and, once he could tear his eyes off the women, he expressed his delight in what he’d found. There was cold, fried chicken, barbeque ribs, potato salad, Jell-O salad, homemade bread, pickles, olives and cherry pie. He proudly produced a cooler with bottles of wine, and glasses.

“I found the silverware, and the plates,” he said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “All we’re missing are the napkins.”

Both women looked at each other and, at the same time said: “I thought you were bringing them!”

“Doesn’t matter,” said Ted, waving a hand. “You girls get comfortable, and I’ll serve you.”

Prudence levered herself down onto the pile of pillows, and lay back, her legs together. Mirriam sank down on the blankets, and bent her knees, to put her legs beside her. She was limber enough that she could sit up that way, without having to support herself with an arm.

He served them wine first, of course, a sweet white wine that he said was his favorite. While they sipped that, Mirriam sipping more aggressively than Prudence, who moderated, due to the baby in her womb, he asked them what they wanted on their plates, and arranged it.

He handed Prudence hers, and she promptly set it on her pregnant belly.

“The silver lining of this particular cloud,” she said, smiling.

“Is it really a cloud for you?” asked Ted, just making conversation.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I love this baby. I can’t wait until he’s born.”

“He?” said Ted, preparing Mirriam’s plate.

“I’m carrying him so low, I’m sure it’s a boy,” she said.

“How far along are you?” he asked.

“Six months,” she said, rubbing her belly.

“Really?” he said. “I’d have thought you were closer to eight. That’s a big baby!”

“I don’t remember being this big with Constance,” she said, “but I know when I got pregnant.”

“Yes,” said Ted, slyly. “I guess you were there when it happened.” He grinned.

He handed Mirriam her plate, which she set on the blanket beside her. Then he went to get his own food.

They started eating, more or less in silence, while Ted continued to ogle the women, and they enjoyed being ogled.

“Oops!” squealed Prudence. She had tried to eat some ribs, and the sauce had dripped onto her upper chest. “Oh no! This will stain my suit!”

“Don’t move,” said Mirriam. “I’ll get a napkin and...” She remembered that there were no napkins.

“I’ll get it,” said Ted, getting up.

He went to Prudence, who was holding sauce-stained fingers out away from her, and got down on his hands and knees.

“I wouldn’t do this, you understand,” he said, his face completely straight, “if there were napkins available.”

Then he leaned down and licked at the sauce, sucking it up.

“Aack!“ gasped Prudence, but by the time she could react, it was over, and he was leaning back on his haunches.

“All better,” he said, grinning.

“You could warn a girl,” said Prudence, her breasts rising and falling a little faster. Impulsively she stuck one of her hands in his face.

Without pause, he started licking and sucking her fingers clean.

Mirriam sat, frozen, and watched. He was so calm about this! He acted like it was all just part of a normal day. She felt her nipples tingle as she watched him suck Prudence’s fingers.

“That’s enough,” panted Prudence, as he reached for the other hand. “I’m eating with that one.”

Ted went back and sat down, as if nothing unusual had happened.

He ate some chicken, and crumbs fell on his lap. He brushed them away without thinking about it, and then stopped. Mirriam had chicken. He looked up and saw her bite into a drumstick. Bits of breading fell into her cleavage. She looked down, and frowned.

“Let me,” he said, jumping up.

She looked up at him, and her eyes dropped to his suit, which wasn’t as wet as it had been, but which was just as distended by his obvious erection.

“Just how do you plan to get them out?” she asked, feeling breathless.

“Well,” he said, looking at her breasts, “I could just pull the bottom out a little, and they might fall on through.”

“All right,” she said, feeling light headed.

He did just that, carefully gripping the bottom of the bra, and pulling it away from her, in the middle. Some crumbs did fall ... right into her lap. Before she could react, he reached with one hand and brushed them off the front of her suit, where it didn’t quite hide her pubic hair.

“There are still some down in there,” he said, peering into her cleavage.

“I’m not taking it off,” said Mirriam, sure that if she did, she’d lose all control.

“I see it has a front clasp,” said Ted, kneeling. “I could unhook it, and spread it apart just enough to get to them. Then I could hook it back up.”

“I don’t think so,” said Mirriam, breathing deeper now. “How about if I unhook it, and hook it?”

“Your fingers are greasy,” he reminded her.

“Yours are too,” she said.

“Oh,” he said, looking at his fingers. She was right.

He reached for her hand, and cleaned her fingers, just like he had cleaned Prudence’s. She felt a burst of heat in her chest as his wet mouth sucked at her fingers.

“There,” he said, his own voice breathy.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she unhooked the bra and spread it, pressing her breasts together, and holding the cloth firmly over them.

“I can’t get to it anymore,” he said, sounding sad. “You’re kind of squeezed together.”

“I can’t hold the cloth and spread them apart at the same time,” she moaned.

“Let me help,” he said.

His hands went to hers and, while she held the cups of the bra firmly on her breasts, he pushed her hands apart. He leaned in and licked between her breasts.

“Oh my!” she sighed.

It seemed to take him a long time, and he licked every bit of exposed skin, including the insides of her globes, but finally he leaned back.

“I think I got it all,” he said.

“Oh good grief!” moaned Mirriam. “You all but breast fed!”

“Nonsense!” he said, grinning. “It’s been a long time, but I still remember that part. I didn’t even get close.” He frowned. “At least I think I remember. Maybe I should refresh my memory. You could help with that, I think.”

Mirriam re-hooked her bra and almost panted, as she pushed him away.

Prudence, who had watched interestedly as her friend resisted ... but allowed ... felt her pussy getting wet. When she saw Mirriam re-hooking her bra, she took the rib she was eating and wiped it liberally on the insides of her breasts, getting close to, but not on the bright yellow cloth.

“Oh Teaaaddy,” she called. “I had another accident.”

He looked over, stood, and put his hands on his hips. “You two girls need to learn how to eat! Now I’m going to have to clean you up again!”

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to sound like a little girl.

This time, when he knelt down, he put one hand lightly on her belly, and stroked it for a few seconds, before leaning forward to lick the skin on the insides of her breasts. He pulled back.

“I might push some of it onto the suit,” he said sadly. “Maybe you should unhook it, like Mirriam did.”

“Mine hooks in the back,” said Prudence. “I’m not taking mine off either.”

“Well, maybe I can push it aside ... just a little bit,” he said.

“Careful,” she warned. Her hands were still held out to her sides, her fingers messy.

He gently slid a fingertip under the edge of her bra, and pulled it sideways, leaning down to lick.

“There’s no sauce there,” gasped Prudence, as his tongue hit the edge of her areola.

“Oh ... sorry,” he said, licking back between her breasts. He went to the other side and pulled at it. He flicked his tongue inside the fabric, and the very tip touched a stiff nipple.

“Or there!” she moaned.

His face appeared in front of hers, and he looked at her lips.

“Your face is messy,” he pronounced, and lowered his lips to suck at hers, licking and nipping all around her lips, getting the sauce off of them.

He pulled back, and her eyes were closed. She had a silly grin on her face.

“All better,” he said, standing up. His bulge was right by her hand.

He turned around to see Mirriam sitting there, her hand over her mouth.

“Well, at least you’re doing better,” he sighed. “Now maybe I can get something to eat.”

He went and sat down, and ate some more chicken, and a bite of homemade bread. He looked up to see Mirriam eating Jell-O salad, which, in the heat, had become somewhat less than firm. It was cherry, with peach slices in it. She almost had a bite to her mouth, when it rolled off the fork and, to his delight, fell right in her cleavage.

Everybody stopped eating as she stared down. Ted and Prudence just looked at her. She snorted, which turned out to be a laugh she was trying to keep inside, but couldn’t, and it came out her nose. Then she was afraid she’d blown snot, and wiped her nose with her hand. There was no snot, and she looked up to see if anybody had seen it. Then Prudence giggled, and Mirriam burst out laughing.

“I didn’t do that on purpose!” she laughed. “Really! I did not drop that on purpose!”

“I believe you,” said Ted. “I still have to clean you up, though. It’s my job.”

“I thought you were a teacher,” she said, archly.

“That Jell-O is red, and it’s inside your bra,” Ted pointed out. “Red stains really easily.”

“Shit!” yelped Mirriam.

“Such language ... tsk, tsk, tsk,” said Ted, crawling over to her. “Lie back,” he ordered her.

“What?” she looked confused.

If you lie back, it will pool on your skin, and not on the cloth. I’ll hold the cloth up.”

“But...” She waved her plate, which was in her hand.

He took it and put it down. Then he put one hand on her upper back, and his other hand on her shoulder, and pushed her backwards. With her feet curled up beside her, she had no leverage to resist. As she started to fall, his hand on her back supported her, and his other hand slid between her breasts to pluck at the middle of her bra, pulling it out, away from her body. The Jell-O slid out from under it, and ended up in her belly button, by the time she was on her back.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, from Ted’s perspective, the way in which he had grasped the front of her suit, managed to twist it in a way that undid it. With significant pressure on the sides, the suit popped open and flipped to the sides, leaving her breasts completely bare.

Mirriam, of course, knew what had happened. She felt it happen. She was relatively sure it was an accident too, so all she did was try to grab the cups and get them back on her breasts. Her instinct was to sit up, and she started to, at which time the elastic in the back of the top pulled the cups out of her reach, behind her.

She flopped back down on her back, and brought her hands to cover her breasts.

“Ohhhhhhh shit!” she moaned.

“I thought I talked to you about your language,” said Ted, his eyes still wide from seeing her breasts.