Frank swung open the backdoor, a cool beer in hand and a lazy smile on his face. The sun beat down on his skin, and he squinted against the brightness, scanning the yard for any sign of Misty. He had been looking forward to this little pool party all week, and the sight of her in that skimpy bikini was already making his heart race.
And there she was, lying by the pool, soaking up the sun like a cat in a patch of sunlight. Frank felt a twinge of excitement in his gut, but he tried to play it cool. He strolled over to her, trying to think of something charming to say.
"Hey there, sunbather," he greeted her, flashing a grin. "How's the water?"
Misty looked up at him, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. She glanced at the beer in his hand and wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, you reek of booze. Go away."
Frank tried not to let his disappointment show. He had been hoping for a little flirtatious banter, but Misty seemed determined to brush him off. He took a sip of his beer, trying to think of something else to say.
Just then, Joe arrived, a cooler in hand. "Hey, Frank. Hey, Misty. You look gorgeous, as always."
Misty smiled at Joe, and Frank felt a pang of jealousy. Why was it so easy for Joe to talk to her? "Thanks, Joe. You're not so bad yourself."
The two men exchanged a look, and Frank could feel a plan forming. He glanced over at Misty, her body glistening in the sun. He felt his excitement growing, and he knew he had to do something.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Frank said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's teach Misty a lesson."
Joe raised an eyebrow. "What kind of lesson?"
Frank grinned. "You'll see. Hand me that cooler, will you?"
Joe passed him the cooler, and Frank rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for: a pair of scissors. He glanced over at Misty, who was still lounging by the pool. She was completely unaware of their plan.
Frank and Joe crept closer to her, hiding behind a nearby bush. Misty got up from her chair and stretched, her bikini top slipping down to reveal a hint of cleavage. Frank felt his heart pounding in his chest.
Misty walked over to the pool and dove in, her body slicing through the water with ease. Frank and Joe exchanged a look, and Frank nodded. It was time to put their plan into action.
They waited until Misty was underwater, then crept over to her towel and swimsuit. Frank pulled out the scissors and cut through the fabric, grinning as he watched the pieces flutter to the ground.
Misty emerged from the pool a moment later, her hair slicked back and her skin glowing. She reached for her towel, then frowned when she realized it was gone.
"Hey, where's my towel?" she called out, looking around.
Frank and Joe stepped out from behind the bush, holding up the scraps of fabric that used to be her swimsuit. Misty's eyes widened, and she looked down at her bare body in horror.
"What the hell is going on?" she demanded, her voice shaking.
Frank and Joe exchanged a look, then moved towards her with lustful intent. "We're teaching you a lesson, Misty," Frank said, his voice low and husky. "You can't treat us like that and expect to get away with it."
Misty backed away, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. She knew she was outnumbered, but she wasn't about to go down without a fight.
"You wouldn't dare," she said, her voice trembling.
Frank and Joe grinned, then moved closer. Misty squealed as they spanked her bare butt playfully, their hands leaving hot marks on her skin. She danced around nervously, trying to avoid their hands.
But it was no use. Frank and Joe were too strong, too determined. They moved towards her, their eyes filled with lust. Misty knew she was in for the lesson of a lifetime.
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