"We got you," Brian assured her as she sank into a modified sitting position, her bare ass hanging over the railing, her thighs resting there, her feet not touching the platform. "Just go."

"I don't know if I can…" She laughed and then closed her eyes and bit her lip, concentrating hard. Ahhh, there! She let go in a gush, the sound of her release raining down on the underbrush below. The rush faded to a trickle and then stopped.

"Okay." She glanced between them. They were both looking down at her and she smiled. "Guess I have to drip dry."

The guys lifted her, pulling her easily back onto the platform. Her shorts puddled at her feet and she saw Wayne staring between her legs.

"Nice pussy," he remarked before tipping the bottle back again. Lindsey swallowed hard, seeing his eyes darken.

"You got a better view that we do." Ralph gave a short laugh, leaning forward to take a look. Lindsey flushed. "Oooo shaved…nice!"

"Yeah?" Brian leaned forward to look, too. "Oh man…yeah…nice…"

"Hey!" She tried to reach for her shorts, but their grip on her arms restrained her.

"Come on…"

"Bet it's nice and smooth." Ralph’s breath was hot against her cheek. "Can I feel?"

"Whoa, wait a minute…" she said, but his hand cupped her mound, rubbing his fingers roughly over her skin. "Guys… this…"

"Mmm nice and smooth," Ralph confirmed, making her gasp and struggle between them when he slid a finger between her lips. "Nice and wet, too…"

"Let me feel." Brian's hand replaced his friend's and Lindsey's eyes met Wayne's.

He was watching them closely and now he had a hand cupped over a bulge in his jeans. "Oh baby, that's such a sweet little pussy…she's just begging to be fucked…"

Lindsey's heart raced as she stood, caught between them, their fingers digging in tighter into her upper arms every time she moved.