Bryce Dallas Howard Bikini Novels & Stories

I was staring at her now, watching as she peeled down her shorts, slowly exposing her gorgeous ass. Her naughty bits were concealed by a conservative bikini. Her shirt was already in the pile of clothes at her side, and her big tits were being held snugly by her elastic top. I was lounging at her side in my patio chair, sipping on a margarita by our pool.

Bree was her guest, after all, and she had done nothing to make her feel welcome. Bree had just dropped her cover up on the sand, revealing a two-piece swimsuit that showed the lean muscles of her legs and her tiny waist. She’d always been petite, and in high school, sometimes he’d wonder if he could fit his hands all the way around her waist. She wasn’t tall like Monica with mile long legs, but she was beautiful, and her skin glowed in the morning light, illuminating the blonde highlights in her hair so that she looked like she was wearing a halo. Bree was the closest thing to an angel he’d ever seen.