"Do you really think so?" Nita asked him, sure that he was leading her on.
"Yep, I sure do! I've seen lots of models, you know, so I know what I'm talking about."
Nita was uneasily aware of the man's eyes traveling hungrily up and down her body, taking in the curved outline of her firm breasts and her shapely legs. Her panties were modest cotton, but they didn't hide the abundant patch of hair in her crotch. On top of that, the crotch of her panties was so wet it clung to her pussy, clearly outlining the lips. There was even a straggling line of hair going up to her navel. Her ripe nipples were poking against the material of her cotton bra, the friction causing her pussy to get even wetter.
Mary looked at Nita as intently as her husband did. She was eager for him to get the show on the road. Her own pussy was wet and her breathing was beginning to get shallow and rapid.
"Just relax now," Sam said. "I have to take some measurements so I know what size you wear."
Nita started to answer with the correct size. Something made her bite her lower lip and hold back the reply. She tried to act blasй, though she felt anything but. Knowing that Mary was also partially undressed made some difference.
Sam pulled a tape measure off his shoulder, reached around Nita and placed the tape along her back. Carefully guiding it around to the front, he joined the two ends between her breasts. The knuckles of both hands touched her nipples.
Nita shuddered and took a very deep breath, which she let out slowly.
Sam slid the tape back and forth as though making certain it was straight and in the proper position. The backs of his hands rubbed her nipples hard several times.
Nita blushed deeply. A shudder ran down her spine. No one had ever touched her breasts but her, and the touch of a man against the turgid buds of her nipples excited her. Both of her tits seemed to strain eagerly against the material of her bra, seeking escape. She wondered if Sam noticed.
Does a fish swim?
"Hmmm, bust 35. About a B cup, I'd say."
"Right," Nita replied, her voice so low it could hardly be heard.
"Uh-huh. Mary's a C. Don't you like the way they stand up? You'd never know she's forty years old. Honey, take off your bra and let Nita see how firm they are. And how big your nipples get."
Fortunately for Nita, her mind was fogged in a miasma of erotic thoughts or she might have blurted out that she had already seen Mary nude.
Mary removed her bra slowly, dragging out the moment when her nipples would be free of the restraining garment. She did that for Sam's sake. She knew that Nita had already had a good look at her naked body. And other things as well.
Nita looked again anyway. Mary did present a pretty sight. Her tits were big and firm, capped by dark brown spots from which her nipples sprang.
Sam measured Nita's waist, called out the size to Mary, then took Nita's upper hip measurement. He positioned the tape across the flat plane of her belly. When his hands touched her warm flesh just above her pubic hair, Nita looked down at his hands and then back at his face. He winked and smiled. He neglected to call out any measurement to Mary this time.
Dropping the tape lower, he circled the curve of her buttocks and gently draped his hands around her hips to straighten the tape. Nita felt a big thrill of emotion go through her. His half-secretive touch felt so good on her nearly naked body. In front, his fingers were just inches away from the cotton-shielded mound. And his wife was standing nearby, intently watching his every move. Sam's knuckles brushed against the mound as he adjusted the tape.
In a move that took Nita by surprise, Sam dropped to his knees, pushed her legs apart, and placed the tape at the top of her thigh, on the inside.
"You'll have to spread your legs farther apart so I can do this," he said, his voice husky with sexual emotion.
This was a crucial time. If Nita did as he asked now, without any question or hesitation, he knew he could get the rest of what he wanted-his prick in her tender little cunt.
Mary was urging him on with her eye movements. Her heavy breathing was blending with Nita's panting. His prick stirred to life. Mary was leaning slightly forward, waiting for Nita's response to his instructions.
Nita opened her legs slightly, looked down, saw that Sam was waiting for her to open them further. She picked up her left foot and set it out to the side, opening her legs wide. Sam grinned with pleasure. Mary let out her breath in a deep sigh.
Sam held the tape with his thumb and forefinger and nudged it up into Nita's crotch. When his hand made contact with her pussy lips, Nita shivered visibly.
"Is it too cold in here for you?" Sam asked. "Want Mary to turn back the air conditioner?"
"Uh, no… I'm… it's just that… " Her voice dropped a couple of octaves and got very husky. "I'm okay. Go ahead and… oooooohhhhhhhhhh!"
Sam was very deliberately rubbing his knuckles into her pussy lips and she was about to go mad! The crotch of her panties was as wet as it would have been if she had dipped them in a tub of water.
Sam stood up and went behind Nita. She stood with her legs far apart, the feel of his touch against her pussy lingering. He knew he had her now. He, too, was tingling with excitement at having this beautiful young girl.
Mary was almost as excited as her husband. She was openly playing with her nipples as she anticipated what was to come. Soon she would be playing with her pussy, getting herself off while her husband fucked the girl.
Sam put his hands on Nita's hips and began pulling her panties down.
"You've got a fabulous body," he said softly. "You'd make one hell of a model. I can hardly wait to see some of my nicer things on you. Your skin is simply perfect. Not a blemish anywhere. And your figure is absolutely perfect for modeling. Have you ever thought about doing that?"
Deep in her mind, Nita knew he was feeding her a line of bullshit, but she liked it! She hadn't gotten much praise, about anything, while growing up. The fact that she was standing in front of this man and his wife, half naked, being caressed and stroked, didn't matter. The praise excited her almost as much as his deft touch on her hot body did. She tried to tell herself that he just wanted her to try on some of his merchandise, but the thought foremost in her mind was the need to come. She was tempted to slide her hand into the front of her demure panties and play with her clit, but restrained herself. Out of the comer of her eye, she saw what Mary was doing to her tits. Her heart skipped a beat. That removed any question still in her mind about what these two intended to do with her.
Sam said, "Relax, honey. You're all tense and knotted. That's no good"
He gently massaged her neck and shoulders. After he felt what little tension there was in her upper body begin to fade, he very casually worked his hands lower and under her arms.
Soon his hands were in breathtaking contact with her trembling tits. Her breathing quickened when he touched her nipples through her bra. She opened her mouth, but instead of speaking, she ran her tongue over her lips as though savoring some tasty food. He could feel the buds hardening under his touch, swelling with obvious desire. The firm mounds seemed to be straining to get free. Unconsciously, Nita leaned forward, trying to increase the contact.
Mary caught her husband's eyes, licked her lips, and nodded.
When his hands left her tits, Nita whispered urgently, "Oooohhhhhh! Noooooooo!" She didn't want the contact to end.
"It's okay, dear," he assured her. "Just relax and it'll be fine."
He had her eating out of his hand. It wouldn't be long before he had her legs spread wide and his cock in her. His prick thickened in eager anticipation. He quickly removed Nita's bra and held his hands under her tits, cupping and displaying them to Mary.
Mary got behind Sam, reached around his body, and began unbuttoning his shirt. His hands went back to Nita's bare tits. He played with the nice mounds as Mary undressed him. Then he felt Mary's bare tits pressing into his back as she exhibited her excitement by rubbing her hard nipples against his skin.