I stared at their asses, starting with Erica's. Her ass was just as good as I remembered. I'd had my hands on those cheeks plenty of times, but it had been a while since I last fucked her, and the thought of feeling her under my palms again had me itching to get started.
I stepped up to her, watching as she swallowed nervously, her throat bobbing with each gulp. My hands moved to her ass, squeezing her through the fabric of her skirt. Her cheeks were soft but firm—lean, not overly plush, but perfectly shaped. Her hips curved nicely, giving her ass that added pop. I slid her skirt up, exposing her ass clad in a pair of tight gym shorts—bloomers.
The bloomers were something I'd insisted on, wanting to keep prying eyes from catching glimpses of their panties with the short skirts they wore. But now, looking at her ass framed by those snug bloomers, I kind of regretted it. Her ass looked downright delicious in them. Bloomers were sexier than I gave them credit for.
