Lisa and Friend - Part 4 - SFW-ish (Patreon)

Update: FINALLY finished the story.

Fumbling with the camcorder's auto-focus, Max tries to zoom in on the room opposite of theirs.  Not quite able to hold the camera steady enough to frame up a shot at such a distance, the tiny LCD screen going in and out of focus, he bangs on the top of the camera with palm of his hand.  An already irritated PJ barks at his friend without looking at him, his eyes glued to the rubber eyepieces of his binoculars.

PJ: Dude!  My dad'll kill me if you break that thing!

Max: If I get this shot you can buy him a dozen of them.

Between fuzzy glimpses of Lisa's backside, still clad in her barely-there sling bikini, Max can just make out that she's managed to take off Ginger's bikini top.  Banging on the camera once again, the scene finally comes into focus, just in time to watch as Lisa unties the redhead's bikini bottoms.  Flinging them aside, she pushes Ginger backwards onto the bed.

Shuffling backwards, wearing nothing but a pair of red high heels and a smile, Ginger props herself up on one arm.  Spreading her legs wide, the redhead summons the blonde with a waggle of her index finger.  Max can't quite see it through the camera's tiny viewfinder, but it's quite clear through PJ's binoculars as to what she's saying.

Ginger: C'mere.

Lisa, however, steps to the side and touches something just outside of the boys line of sight.  Sauntering back to her original position, her back still turned to the sliding glass doors, Lisa begins to slowly gyrate her hips.  Max and PJ watch as she raises her arms, running her fingers through her hair as she undulates from side to side.

PJ: Dude.  DUDE!  DUUUDE!  She's...  She's dancing!

Without actually looking at his friend, still transfixed on the tiny LCD screen, Max points at his eyes.

Max: These work, you know.

Slipping one slender strap off her shoulder and then the other, Lisa stretches them to either side until it looks as if they might snap.  Unseen by the boys, the tiny sliver of fabric that hides her nether region slips into her gap, swallowed by her puffy labia.  Ginger watches, eyes fixed on the blonde's swaying pelvis, biting the corner of her lower lip.  No longer gesturing for the blonde, her fingers make slow, deliberate circles around a rigid nipple.

Dropping the shoulders straps to either side, her breasts swaying in time to the unheard music, the boys watch as Lisa begins to back away from the bed.  The tiny bikini, trapped between her folds, dangles against her thighs.  Still retreating towards the glass, the blonde finally begins to turn.

PJ and Max: (in unison) Dude.

Facing the glass doors, still gyrating to the music, the blonde reaches out and grabs the curtains to either side of her.  Looking directly at them, a sultry smile on her face, it becomes overly apparent to the peeping toms that Lisa and Ginger have known they were being watched the entire time.  To drive to the point home, Lisa gives the pair an exaggerated kissing gesture and then snatches they drapes shut.

The last thing Max sees through the camcorder is Ginger looking directly him, grinning as she gives him a little wave with the tips of her fingers.

PJ: Did they just...?

Max: Busted, dude.

Pulling the camcorder away from his face, Max stares at it for a moment.  Rolling his eyes, he looks over at PJ and shakes his head in disbelief.

Max: I forgot to his 'record'.

Lisa, her face buried between Ginger's thighs, lets out a muffled chuckle.  Both of them can clearly hear PJ's shrill voice from across the way, screaming obscenities at Max.

Original Art by Meegoart

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2