Jan Hammer

Her nipples jabbed impatiently against the inside of her bra. She unfastened her skirt and let it drop around her feet. She was suddenly conscious of how brief and flimsy her underwear was. Probably it covered a greater amount of skin than her bikini did. But somehow, being made of flimsy lace, her bra and panties were much sexier and naked feeling than her suit was. The boys were all breathing very hard. She let her gaze skip over their laps. There was a knot in every pair of pants, all three of them. The way their eyes were glued to her gave her a feeling of power. Her heart was hammering. “When I get naked, will you guys get naked?” she asked. Danny nodded tensely. The red-haired boy was slower to respond, but finally nodded affirmatively. Jan looked at the blond expectantly. “Yeah,” he whispered. He was pale and rigid with fear. Jan strolled over to the sofa and turned her back on Danny. “Unhook my bra,” she ordered. She could feel them all studying the graceful sweep of her back, her tight buttocks, her long, lithe legs ...»