Betsy’s Creampie – Rewritten

Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another couple, Jeff and Lisa. We met them last year. They are similar in age and shape as we are. They arrive and we sit on the patio having a drink while we catch up on recent events.

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a white blouse that buttons down the front and a pair of short pink shorts. The top few buttons are undone; the one in the middle of her chest is straining to hold her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to emphasize a point about her job. Her shirt hangs open showing a very noticeable tan line plunging between her breasts. The four-way conversation continues without much fanfare.

I got up to get some snacks and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheese and arrange crackers on a platter she brushes against me. I think nothing of it until it happens several more times. First it’s her arm across my ass, then her tits against my arm. It may just be my imagination; but I’m enjoying it. This continues as we prepare the snacks.

Back at the table, we take out seats and pick up on the conversation. Lisa’s chair is now a little closer to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even better view of her tan line. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all laugh. Lisa leans in to me and comments on how funny Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her brown, right areola and nipple are clearly visible against her milky white tit. I feel my cock twinge. She must have seen me staring, but leaned back in her chair without making a reaction and doesn’t adjust her shirt to hide anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and take a boat ride. We all go inside and change. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a yellow one piece with a plunging neck. Betsy’s top has a blue pattern and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her tits. Her blue shorts show off her nicely tanned legs.

We begin to cruise around the lake, continuing our conversation, enjoying the sun and getting very warm. Lisa want to swim. We pull into a partially secluded cove and drop anchor. There are a few boats out on the main lake; but we’re the only boat in the cove.

The girls had been drinking wine and have finished a little more than 2 bottles. Jeff has had about 4 or 5 beers.

Lisa asks if the water is warm. I open a door and stick my foot it. “It’s warm” I said.

“Are you sure?” She asks. I tell her to stick her foot in and see for herself. She said “I’m afraid You’ll push me in!” I put my hand on her shoulder, her skin is warm and soft, and I promise not to push her in. She tests the water and agrees.

I ask her and Jeff if they each want to have a raft to float on. Lisa says yes but Jeff replies he isn’t ready to swim. Betsy also will wait.

Lisa stands at the top of the ladder. She tries to position the raft so she can get on without getting too wet. She tries to go down facing forward, then backwards. The raft is getting the better of her. As she leans toward the water to position the raft, her sunglasses begging to fall. She catches them and turns to hand them to me so I can safely store them. As she does, Another small wardrobe malfunction; another nip-slip. It’s a small slip but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy smile. She maneuvers onto the raft. I follow on my raft.

We swam for a while, floating on the floaties, soaking up rays. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the front bench seat together while the music plays. A gentle breeze pushes us away from the boat. I can’t hear Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it’s hard to hear each other. I paddle to her. She grabs my raft and pulls us together. Her head is at my feet and visa versa. I hold her raft too, every once and awhile, a wave from a boat on the main lake passing by breaks over the raft and startles her. The cold water on her chest raises her nipples. I notice that her bathing suit is riding up her crotch. It’s tight against her and the water helps to show the outline of her pussy. Her lips are noticeable; no sign of a bush. I’m sure she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her suit, but only makes it more taught against her skin. Watching her wet, sexy body is turning me on. Only the cold water keeps my cock from standing at attention.

Lisa reaches under my raft and rubs against my leg. “ oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to grab your ass” she said. I tell her it’s just my leg. “ Then I’m really sorry” she replies with a smile.

As we float, well away from the boat, I get glimpses of Jeff and Betsy sitting close together. I can’t hear them; but they seem to be laughing and enjoying each other.they seem much closer together each time I look at them. Their arms are resting on the back of the seat cushions, almost embracing.

After almost an hour on the rafts, Lisa tells me she is getting cold and wants to get out. Cold or excited, her nipples are very erect. I reluctantly agree and follow her.

Lisa reaches the ladder first. She has a little trouble getting off the raft and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ladder with one hand and push her hip with the other. As she climbs up, I get another great view of her ass and pussy covered only by the thin, wet fabric.

I follow her up the ladder and begin to dry off.

Soon the music and the warm sun had everyone relaxed. The girls worked on their tans; adjusting the suites to get maximum sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both girls have pulled the straps off or to the side during the day to remove most of the tan lines. Neither girl was topless but the wine made them less concerned if a strap dropped a little low.

Then we sat around listening to tunes and chatting.