by Mia Moore
She was in a small circle with Karen and Dan that other couple about her own age. They must have flown in together? I tried to remember where Karen and Dan were from… oh yeah, Black Rapids, in the Midwest! Ohio I think. Shit. How far is Ohio from Colorado? Shit. What the hell was I thinking?
Kenneth noticed that I was ignoring him. He touched my arm. “Hey, when I get something definite, I’ll find you and let you know, okay? I’m going to give a hand checking in this latest group.” I nodded and he went over to where the lineup was. He looked up at that young woman and gestured her over. I smiled to myself. Ken’s going to be a source for some information on her.
I shook my head. I didn’t need him to do that, all I had to do was go over and say hi to the people with her that I knew; they’d do the introductions.
All I had to do was just stroll over to the other end of the front desk. No problem. Just move those legs o’ mine and walk right over there. I could just step across and say hi. Just say hi. I could do that, no problem. I’ve said hi to lots of people. I’ve met tons of people.
Except my legs weren’t quite co-operating. What the hell was that all about? For Pete’s sake, I’m 44 years old and I’m as rattled as I had been when I was in grade nine!
Argh!
I strolled over anyway, so there!
Karen noticed me first, and let out a squeal.
“Steven!” she flew into my arms and jumped up, her feet hooking onto my waist. “Steven! OHMYGOD! It’s WONDERFUL to see you back here!”
The last time I saw her… I was in a million little pieces. She and Dan had flown in for the wake and funeral. I had held everything together until the post internment reception was winding down. I ducked out of the gathering and was at the back of the funeral home, sitting on the ground next to the dumpsters when she had found me. For twenty minutes I cried harshly in her arms.
Now, years later, the joy of her greeting made the bittersweet I’d been feeling all day… just sweet.
Time does heal.
She hopped down and put her hands on my waist. “You look pretty good, young man,” she said with a smile. “Did you come down alone?”
“Get right to the point, don’t you, Karen?” I said it with a grin though, and nodded. “I've been down a couple of times, but just to check on the school. This is my first time staying here.” I looked around. “I’ve missed the damn place and thought I ought to come back.” I looked back at her. “And to answer your question, yeah, I paid the single’s premium.”
A few others from the Black Rapids gang I knew had come over and were saying hello. I tried to be clever and positioned myself so I could watch that woman being checked in by Kenneth. She took her room keycard, glanced over in our direction, and headed off.
I nudged Karen. “Who’s the Unicorn?”
She smiled with delight. “That’s Jess. Dan and I know her from back home, but only found out today that she’s interested in the Lifestyle.” She put a hand on my arm. “She’s got a to do list for down here, Steven, and I don’t know if she’d be interested in meeting a guy this week, if you know what I mean.”
I nodded. “I get it. She just… looks familiar, I guess. I thought I might have met her before or something.”
Karen turned and watched this Jess girl head out of the lobby. “I can’t see how,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t think she’s ever been to Colorado,” she looked up at me with a smile, “and you’ve never been to Black Rapids.” She glanced over again. “But you know something? There is something about her here that is kind of déjà vu.”
I was about to shoot my mouth off and tell Karen that Jess strongly resembled Pam, but decided to keep that to myself. If Karen didn’t see the resemblance, she’d think I was crazy or something maybe. Instead, I said, “Well, she’s not going to have any problems hooking up down here, that’s for sure.”
“She’s a bright girl. She’ll get it out of her system in a few days and settle down.” Shaking her head, she added, “I’m so glad I never was a Unicorn. I wouldn’t have had the guts to get into the Lifestyle on my own.”
“What does she do for a living?”
“She’s a server at the diner Dan and I go to. She’s been there for years.” She let out a giggle. “We see her every Sunday after church.” She wiggled her eyebrows, “You should have seen the look on her face when she realized Dan and I are in the Lifestyle!”
I smiled. “I can imagine.” A server? At a diner? A coffee shop waitress? I wondered how the woman was able to afford this trip. Oh well, probably a once in a lifetime thing for her. Oh man… please God, don’t let her have some illusions of being a gold digger! Maybe I should ask Karen to say a prayer for me.
Karen must have heard the gears grinding in my head. She nudged me and said “She’s a free spirit back home, Steven. She came into some money—an inheritance or something I guess. Her best friend was down here a few weeks ago and had a wonderful time, so Jess decided to give Hedo a whirl.” She jabbed a finger in my chest. “And that’s it. She’s not looking for a Sugar Daddy, believe me.”
“You read my mind.”
“It’s a short read.” She smirked.
Dan had finished checking them in, and they were heading to their room. I promised to meet them at the Lobby bar in about an hour.
Chapter 2: Checked In… Now Check It Out!
Jess
I closed the door to my room. Holy shit, I was living the high life, ‘mon’! When I booked, I chose their top of the line accommodations. Maybe I didn’t have much to compare it to; other than the hotel in Chicago when I got my winnings straightened out with Mr. Donahue, I hadn’t splurged on anything since.
Wandering around this palace made it clear that it was worth the wait.
The bathroom was almost as big as my living room back home! Glass walls, a hyooge shower, and it was clean enough to eat off the floor. I wandered past the king size bed, smirking at the mirror on the ceiling above it. Using that mirror would be interesting. At the opposite end of the room was a sliding glass door. It took me a minute to figure out how to unlock it, and when I did I went out to a balcony that was big enough to have a party in. The hot tub was bubbling already. When I checked in, the guy at the desk told me that there would be a maintenance fellow in daily to monitor its operation.
Wow.
For the first time since I won the Powerball, I really, really felt like a millionaire.
I went back into the room and found the bar fridge. Opening it, I was pleasantly surprised to see it was already fully stocked. I was told that if there was a particular brand of liquor I wanted, just let the front desk know, and they’d try to accommodate it.
Yeah, right. All of my drinking at the bars I’ve been to had been from what was in the well. I remember once trying a premium, super expensive shot of Johnny Walker blue, and couldn’t taste any difference.
I grabbed a beer—Red Stripe, what a cool name—and opened it. It was good; sort of like a Corona.
I needed to figure out what I was going to do first. My stomach growling told me what was going to be number one on my list, but I wanted to get my bearings and see just how much sex Jess could pack into a single afternoon and evening.
Their motto at Hedonism is ‘Be Wicked For A Week’, and I was going to find out just how wicked I could be! My belly fluttered with visions of cocks. Thick ones, slender ones, stubby ones, long ones… ohmygod… long, thick ones… slippery with come.
Some women are grossed out by a man’s semen, not this girl. I love the smell of it. I love the taste of it—how each guy actually has a different taste. Maybe I can’t tell the difference between moonshine and a premium brand of booze, but I’m willing to be that I could do a blindfolded taste test of every man I’ve ever sucked off. I loved the sight of precum on a man’s cock just before he fucks me with it, and I love watching a deflating pecker still oozing afterwards.
It’s the way I roll; and I’m sick and tired of making apologies for it. I didn’t t
hink I’d have to make excuses here. I better not!
Sipping on my beer, I unpacked my bags. I took my two vibrators and put them on the night table next to my bed. I didn’t think I’d need them, but I wanted to keep them handy.
I stripped down and took a shower. Taking a razor with me, I gave my pussy a once over, gotta keep the girl slick. As I did, I had to stop myself from masturbating. Although… I was wondering what it would be like to get together with Dan and Karen… or Carrie…
Stop! Save the energy, hon.
I dried off and chose what I would wear for the evening. I glanced at my watch. Boy had this day flown by. It was 4:00 in the afternoon already. I checked the schedule I was given to see what time the restaurant was open for dinner and learned I had to kill a few hours. No problem, I’d head down to the lobby bar, have a drink or two and get a bite to eat.
I put on a light blue halter top dress. It had built in support for the girls, and the hem stopped halfway to my knees. I stepped into a pair of sandals that had just an inch and a half heel, took my room key and put it in my small purse and headed for the door.
I stopped at the door and checked myself in the full length mirror next to it. I looked good. I turned halfway around and checked out my caboose. The dress I had on, like the others I purchased for this trip was my proper size. So there wasn’t any bunching of fabric or stretching over me either. They weren’t actually tailor made, but damn they were close! Uh oh, one small problem. My panties were hugged just a little too tightly by the dress’ fabric.
Not a problem. I went to the dresser, wriggled out of the panties and grabbed one of the thongs I bought. I bent over to step into them and stopped.
Oh boy. Well, this is a good way to start, right? I tossed the thong back into the dresser drawer and headed out commando. I had only done this once before—as a sort of present for Colin last year, but that doesn’t really count because I wore a skirt that was practically floor length that night. If I bent over more than just a bit, I’d be mooning the world in this dress!
Opening the door to my room, I threw a wink at the dirty girl in the mirror and started my vacation.
Chapter 3: Right Here, Right Now?
Hedo is split into two sides: one side is ‘Prude’ where you’re expected to be clothed somewhat, and the other side is ‘Nude’, where you can walk around in your birthday suit. I found out on the flight that if you go to the Nude beach and are wearing clothing you’ll be asked by security to disrobe or leave. My room was over on the ‘Nude’ side of the resort. As I headed back to the lobby along the pathway behind my building, I passed a few couples heading back from the beach. Dayum… every one of them were naked. And hot damn—every guy looked me over, up and down and smiled.
I had gotten looks similar to that back home from guys in bars when I decided to go out in a sexy outfit, sure. Especially close to last call. On those nights though, the women mostly looked at me either with daggers in their eyes or with a condescending smirk. Here, even the women’s gazes were appreciative. Yeah, this was going to be a good vacay, that’s for sure.
And although the women had all over tans, I didn’t see any of the fashion models I saw in the ads for the place online. They were in okay shape, yeah, but they had their own saddlebags, a bit of cellulite and tummies. When I passed the third couple, I didn’t feel nearly as fat as I had just twenty four hours earlier.
I fit in.
I stopped in the pathway and changed my mind. Since there were so many people on this side that I felt comfortable around, maybe I should check out the nude side a little more. I didn’t want to go naked just yet, so I stayed away from the beach and headed for the swimming pool for this section.
It was pretty busy, with about a dozen people or so standing at the bar getting drinks, and another twenty or so scattered along tables beside it. The pool had a bunch of people in it too, and there was a swim up bar as well. The three bartenders were running flat out.
But they didn’t seem tired, cranky nor overworked. Every drink served, whether it was a beer or a complicated cocktail was served with a smile or a joke. The bartenders seemed to be having as much fun as the guests!
My fellow travelers were having a good time that was for sure.
A good portion, almost half, of the guests were either naked or topless. I had to laugh to myself— here I was wearing an outfit I wouldn’t dare wear back home, and I was the one overdressed!
Some were dancing off to the side of the bar to the music coming from a set of speakers. A rock and roll song was playing, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by the super slow, dirty dancing going on between many of the couples.
I looked around to see if there were people I knew from the flight down, but didn’t see anyone. Oh well, I didn’t think it would take long to make someone’s acquaintance. I headed to the bar.
“Hellooo pretty lady!” said the bartender. He came right over as soon as I got to the bar. “Did you just arrive?” The sing song cadence of his Jamaican accent was charming.
“Yes, I— ”
He cut me off. “I thought so!” He leaned in. “I would be ashamed if you had been to my bar before and me not to recognize ya!” He had a dazzling smile and stretched out his hand. “My name be Allen, and welcome to Hedonism!”
I took his hand and shook it. “I’m Jess. Pleased to make your – ”
He cut me off again. “And what will Miss Jess be havin’ this afternoon?” The man was busy, but he was so smooth.
“I’ll just have a beer—”
“A Red Stripe?”
“Sure.” At least I finished that sentence.
“Red Stripe for pretty Jess comin’ right up!” I fished a five dollar bill out of my clutch purse and laid it on the bar.
“Oh no, Pretty Jess—this drink is part of your package” Allen said as he placed my beer before me.
“I know, Allen, this is for you.” A bartender arguing over a tip? I just died and went to heaven.
The five dollars went into a container behind the counter. I turned from the bar, sipping my beer and watched the crowd.
“You’re going to make the rest of us look bad,” a guy standing next to me said. I looked at him. His brown eyes were laughing and his smile was wide.
“Just a newbie trying to make a good first impression,” I replied. “Besides, these guys earn it—look at how they’re running!”
Brown eyes laughed. “If you think they’re running now, forget it. This is the lull before the storm.” He waved his hand at the crowd. “This area is really going to fill later tonight.” He put out his hand, “I’m Frank, did you just get in?”
I took his hand and shook it. It was dry and firm. He was bare chested, with coarse black chest hair and wearing a Speedo. “I’m Jess, and I just finished unpacking.”
“Your first time here?” His eyes crinkled.
“What gave me away?”
He gestured up and down at my dress. “It’s not uncommon for first timers to wear clothes instead of a bathing suit when they come out of their rooms for the first time.” He cocked his head and glanced around me. “Especially women travelling alone.”
“What makes you think I’m travelling alone?”
It wasn’t quite a smirk, but close. “Oh, I think if you were with your guy, or your girlfriend, you’d all be standing here together, or else you would have glanced around to see where they were when I started talking to you, that’s all.”
Another Sherlock Holmes. Well, two can play that game. I put my finger to my chin, thinking. “And you’ve been here more than once.”
“You’re right. It’s my third time. I’m down here with a couple of buddies.” He tilted his head, “They’re still on the beach.”
“Hmmm…” Frank was about my age, and in pretty good shape. I looked down at his crotch. “So… what does a girl do to have some fun here before dinner?” Holy shit, I couldn’t believe I was this out there. His Speedo was black, but I would bet my life that I saw his packag
e throb just a bit. I lifted my head up to look at him.
He didn’t move, just said in an even voice and a big smile, “Anything she wants, baby. Any damn thing she wants.”
I stepped into him and pulled at his waistband, peeking down. Yeah, any swimming pool shrinkage was fading. His cock was pulsing just a little. Keeping my gaze on his package, I said “So what happens next, you’re the one who knows the score here.”
“Touch it.”
“Right here? Right now?”
“Yes.”
I reached in and grasped his cock, encircling it with my hand and giving it a squeeze. It immediately began to swell. I stepped into him and he put his arm around me. His hand stroked my back. Any hesitation was drowned out by my body’s response. I could feel my skin under my dress almost quiver. Even my knees trembled, but just a little. I had no idea how this was going to play out, I just knew it would.
My hand was now stroking him. I let go of his shaft and began to fondle his balls. He let out a sigh, and his hand began to squeeze my ass. He was fully thickened now. I let go of his cleanly shaved balls and palmed the head of his cock, glazing my hand with his precum. I took my hand out of his swimsuit and licked my palm. It was yummy.
“Now what?” I said.
He glanced around, smiling. I looked and saw there were a few people openly watching us. One couple that was sitting at table about five feet from us was leaning forward, the woman’s hand inside her partner’s trunks as he pinched her nipples. They smiled at us.
