by Bridy McAvoy
Chelsea worked lower and then leaned over my head. “Panties off?”
I nodded and, lifting my butt into the air, let her slide them down onto my thighs. Then she started work on my butt cheeks and it felt like heaven. Now I know what made Simone moan, and I tried hard to prevent myself echoing her. In front of my eyes Simone’s massage was getting more and more sensual, but Chelsea made no attempt to climb on top of me in the same way. I guess my reticence earlier told her I wasn’t prepared to go that far—at least not yet.
Chrissie swung around so she could sit on Simone’s back while she worked on her legs, and I was presented with a perfect look at her butt, and her pussy peeking out between her spread legs. It was wet—the girl enjoyed her work, and the recipient did so too. Simone was almost mewling with passion as she felt that hot little body on top of her.
I shuddered and Chelsea leaned down, whispering to me again. “Do you want the same?”
“No.”
“Okay, your choice. Turn over. I need to do your front.”
I rolled over then remembered my panties were halfway down my legs, not covering anything. Then Chelsea made even that thought obsolete, by drawing them off and tossing them to the floor. She started work on the front of my legs, working up from my ankles toward my thighs. At least I couldn’t see what was happening behind me, unless I craned my neck, and I wasn’t going to do that. A couple of minutes later I heard movement and guessed Simone too had turned over, and if Chrissie was still in the same position, then they were almost pussy to pussy. I definitely wasn’t going to look!
I had my own issues to deal with as Chelsea reached the top of my thighs. I was panting for breath as the sensual massage worked its way closer and closer to my vulnerable pussy. I knew I was getting turned on, even if I didn’t want to. Chelsea knew too and switched to working on my stomach, bypassing the danger zone. The noises behind me, though, were getting louder and it was clear Simone was working her way up to fever pitch. I couldn’t bear it—I had to twist and look. Chrissie was straddling her, her pussy only inches away from Simone’s face. It was wet and open, obviously turned on. The angle of her back told me her head was lower, between Simone’s legs, and I could hear slurping sounds. Not more than a few feet from me, my bridesmaid was being eaten out by her masseuse.
I groaned, and Simone rolled her head back to look at me, her eyes filled with lust. Before I could say anything to her, she turned back, lifted her head and started licking the shaven pussy of the blonde masseuse. I heard Chrissie cry out, muffled by Simone’s pussy, and I fell back to my own massage table.
Once more, Chelsea moved up to my head and whispered, “Are you sure about your decision?”
I have to admit, I wavered. I really did want that kind of relief—I was boiling. After a moment’s hesitation, I shook my head.
Chelsea smiled, then asked another question. “Would you rather give them a little privacy?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll grab a couple of sodas, or would you rather have beer or wine?”
“Soda’s fine.”
“Come on. Hot tub for you.”
“My suit…”
“Isn’t needed. It’s private.”
She stepped over to the minibar, grabbed a couple of cans and then helped me down from the table and slid the door open. A minute later I was skinny-dipping in the hot tub. Chelsea handed me one of the cans and then pulled up a lounge chair to sit next to the tub.
“Aren’t you getting in?”
She smiled and shook her head. “I’m still on duty. If you ask me in, I’ll get in there with you. Normally, though, I stay out. It takes too long to get dry afterward, and I’d have to go back to the house to get a dry bikini.”
“Ah, right. How long are you on duty?”
“As long as I need to be. We run a twenty-four/seven operation here, but we do get some breaks, and we each only work three days out of seven.”
I looked toward the cabin. The sounds of Simone working herself, or rather being worked to a climax by Chrissie, could clearly be heard.
“It’s a bit full on.”
Chelsea smiled. “You wait ’til tonight.”
“Why, what’s tonight?”
“You’ll see, after dinner.”
“Why, what happens after dinner?”
“At these prices, wouldn’t you expect a floor show of some kind?”
“I guess.”
“Well, believe me, there’s a floor show.”
“And what’s in the floor show?”
She laughed and took a pull at her cola before she answered. “That depends on the guests. We usually have several offerings, and it depends on which guests are eating dinner and which are staying in their cabins.”
“Ah, right.”
I had an inkling that these floor shows might well be X-rated, but I wasn’t sure. I knew I was going to find out. Given the sounds coming from my bridesmaid as she came, I wondered if there would be audience participation too—if there was, I knew Simone would be up for it, or would push me forward.
A couple of minutes later, Simone tottered out of the cabin on decidedly shaky legs and splashed into the hot tub next to me.
“Anything else, ladies? I really ought to help Chrissie tidy everything away, and then get on with my duties.”
Simone pouted. “Well, there is one thing.”
“Yes?”
“I didn’t get to see you naked.”
“Simone!”
Chelsea, though, didn’t seem bothered. She simply rose to her feet and, reaching behind her back, undid the string holding her bikini top on. A moment later she pushed the bottoms to her feet and stepped out of them. I couldn’t help looking. Just like her colleague, she was fully shaven.
She posed there for a few seconds then smiled. “Lunch will be a light salad. Shall I get it brought over?”
We both nodded.
“After lunch there are various facilities around the grounds. Just walk back toward the house and then past it. Plenty of signs. Remember, we don’t encourage guests to interact with each other during the day. If you want the tennis court or anything like that, check with main reception to book it. The gym is just past the house, as is the main pool, but most guests tend to prefer the private hot tubs. Clothing is not optional beyond the cabins. The brochure on the table in the cabin explains all the facilities. Tomorrow you can take a guided mountain bike tour if you want, or a horseback one. We do insist utilizing a guide though. It’s rough country around here. Enjoy your stay.”
She bent down and, picking up her bikini, turned and walked back into the cabin. We saw the two of them put all the massage equipment away, and then they disappeared in a flash of black and skin through the front door. I’m not sure when they put their bikinis back on, but it had been one fabulous introduction to the place.
I turned my attention back to Simone who sat in the hot tub opposite me. Her arms were spread along the top edge, her head leaning back onto the deck, her eyes closed.
“You little hussy!”
She laughed and tilted her head forward to look at me. “What? Don’t tell me you weren’t tempted.”
“I…” I was going to say I wasn’t but it had to be obvious to her that that wasn’t true. “I didn’t go through with it.”
“That girl has an incredible tongue.”
“Simone. Shut up!”
She laughed again. “So, what do you want to do this afternoon? And would you prefer mountain biking or horse riding?”
“About this afternoon, no idea. Tomorrow, either, although it’s been a long time since I was on a horse, or on a bike for that matter.”
“I checked the brochure online. The guides are very experienced and the routes are graded from beginner to expert, so we’ll take a beginner route, whichever. They do provide protective gear, including helmets. So, about this afternoon?”
“What do you fancy?”
“Well, if they’ve got a hunky tennis coach who’s up fo
r some fun in the showers…”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Why, you never hankered to try a threesome? This is your last chance before you marry mister straight-laced…”
I couldn’t let her know I’d experienced several threesomes, let alone the gang-bang scene in the bar. I hoped my face didn’t give me away as I laughed. “He’s not that straight-laced.”
“But he’s not going to be up to sharing you.”
You already had, you just didn’t know it. I really didn’t want to break the one-man, one-woman vow we had going. “Not happening, especially now I’ve found out you’re some kind of lesbian.”
“I am not. I just swing both ways. You should try it, sweetie.”
I shook my head, making myself shudder. “And to think I’m sharing a room with you for two nights.”
She chuckled. “But not a bed. Don’t worry, you’re safe from me. Chelsea, though, or Chrissie… And to think we still haven’t met the male staff. So what are we going to do this afternoon?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t looked at the brochure. You kept things too secret from me.”
“Well, stop wasting time and let’s go take a look.”
She surged to her feet, the water cascading down her body. She was, of course, still naked, and I couldn’t help looking—she was, after all, right in front of me.
“I can see you peeking. You’ve got a nice bod too. Maybe…”
I had to head off that train of thought straight away. “Not happening.”
“Spoilsport.”
She climbed from the hot tub and padded over to the door back into the cabin. I spotted one of the two staff had put disposable slippers just outside the door for us to wear, and our robes were hanging on hooks inside. While Simone was busy, I stepped out of the tub and grabbed my robe. By the time she turned around, I was covered up. She pouted but grinned, letting me know she was kidding.
“Now, pre-dinner cocktails are at seven-thirty, with the first course served around eight. How long do we need to get ready?”
I grinned at her. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether we want to dress to kill, dress to thrill, or just look good.”
“I think we need to dress to kill, sweetie.”
“So, three hours for us both to shower, hair, make-up and dressed?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“So we need to be back by four-thirty, which gives us about four hours, including lunch.”
We picked up the brochures and sat down to go over them. The range of activities, particularly for couples, was incredible. I almost wished I’d heard of this place long enough beforehand to switch our honeymoon here rather than the Hawaiian surfing trip we’d booked. I could just imagine you enjoying a naked massage from Chrissie while Chelsea…
“I have no idea what you’re thinking about, but I bet I wasn’t in the picture.”
I blushed and Simone giggled—obviously my face had given me away. I turned my attention back to the brochure on my knee and started reading through the ideas more suitable for Simone and me. I should have expected everything to have a kind of sporting feel to them, but some were well outside my comfort zone. I never had been any good at any kind of ball sport, so for me tennis, racquetball and the like were off my list for a start. They actually had a nine-hole golf course here, which surprised me—it had to be the other side of the complex. There again, for all I knew, it could be just beyond the trees behind our cabin. A quick check of the map confirmed it was indeed over the far side.
We were interrupted by a knock on the door and a young guy brought in two covered lunch trays.
“Your salads, ladies.”
I looked closely at him. He was wearing a white shirt, just like most waiters would, but it was short-sleeved. The black shorts underneath were definitely not waiter wear for any restaurant I’d ever been to. I could see Simone eyeing him up, especially his muscular forearms and thighs. I did, however, notice his red badge, and his name tag—Callum.
“Tell me, when you’re not acting as a waiter, Callum…”
“Yes, miss?”
Simone smiled, obviously pleased he hadn’t said ma’am. “What do you do?”
“I’m the archery instructor, miss.”
“Ah, perfect. Do you have any free slots this afternoon?”
“I believe so, but you have to call reception and use the central booking system.” He paused. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have to complete the lunch deliveries to the other cabins.”
“Of course. We’ll see you later.”
I waited until the door closed behind him.
“Archery? Simone, really?”
“Why not? It’s not overly sweaty. I seem to remember neither of us really play ball sports that well. You can try something new, and I can flirt with our beefcake there. And we can have a sauna afterward and then come back here, use the hot tub, and get ready for tonight. Perfect.”
I rolled my eyes. Actually, it did sound kind of fun. When I nodded, Simone made the booking for two o’clock and at the same time booked one of the private saunas for three, then a beginners three hour mountain bike excursion for ten the following morning.
“We’ll decide what we do in the afternoon at lunch tomorrow.”
“Good idea—might be too knackered to do anything.”
“Don’t be silly.” She picked up the phone again, booked a late lunch, and then a massage for two o’clock. She looked at me speculatively as she thought before answering the question she’d been asked. “Both male this time, I think.”
“Simone!”
“Okay, scratch that, make it one of each.”
I frowned at her but let it go. This was supposed to be a fun break and I couldn’t get in the way of her fun, just as long as I didn’t have to watch.
Chapter Ten – Archery and Dinner
After we’d polished off the delicious salads we dressed for our first activity of the day, I pulled on a sports bra, tank top and sensible denim shorts. It was obvious Simone was going to make a play for our instructor. She was here for fun and, I guessed, for Simone that meant sex. Her top was almost diaphanous—it was that thin. Once she was dressed there was no sign of a bra. Her shorts were cut-offs that disappeared up her crack. They didn’t quite form a camel toe, but they were tight enough.
I chuckled.
“What?”
“You should have read the small print, sweetie.”
She grabbed the brochure and turned to the archery section, then frowned. “What a bitch.”
“A bra is essential for shooting a bow, even if it isn’t for disappearing into the woods with the instructor.”
“Enough already. As if I’d leave you alone.”
“Read it again, it’s individual instruction—that means two instructors.”
She grinned. “Even better.”
We walked along the boundary path back toward the long, low ranch house, and then to the far side. Each activity was clearly signposted from there onward, so we simply followed the sign until we came to the archery range. The gate was closed and we could see the solid fence around it prevented it from being overlooked. I guess they really were that serious about privacy. From the price we’d paid, I know they promised satisfaction. If they guaranteed the privacy for some of their guests, I wondered who those guests would be. Who would need that amount? Movie stars maybe?
Simone checked her watch, made sure it was almost two, and rang the buzzer. We heard steps from inside and Chrissie opened the gate. “I thought it was you two when they confirmed the booking. Come in, come in. Callum will be here in a moment.”
“I’m right here.”
We hadn’t heard the instructor walk up behind us and I noticed Simone’s face fell a little as she realized the second instructor was a woman—in fact, the very woman who’d eaten her to an orgasm not that much earlier.
“Right, ladies, let’s get you kitted out. We insist on safety first here. S
o, you’ll wear finger and arm guards, helmets and safety glasses. No arguments. You take any of those off, you leave the range. We haven’t had an accident here yet and we don’t intend to. It’s not just the arrows that can hurt you.”
He stopped his lecture and looked at both of us. “Either of you left-handed?”
We both shook our heads.
“Good, it’s easier to teach if you both shoot the same way as us. Chrissie, if you would look after Simone.”
I spoke up as my friend’s face fell.
“Not trying to interfere, but could we work the other way around?”
“Sure. Chrissie, if you will look after Samantha.”
“Sammie, please.”
“We don’t get familiar with guests, miss.”
Given what I’d witnessed earlier between Simone and the petite blonde who was now strapping a guard to my left forearm, you could have fooled me. Maybe this guy was a bit of a cold fish—but if he was, why was he working at such a place?
“Now we’ll start with a lightweight bow. If you can draw that easily, we’ll move you to a heavier one.”
The four of us moved to stand facing a couple of straw butts with targets in front of them and I tuned out the sound of Callum talking to Simone, concentrating on Chrissie as she tried to teach me what to do. Eventually, I was standing in something approaching the right position and drawing back the bow. The arrow slotted nicely into position and, following her instruction, I took a deep breath and let go.
I yelped as the string whizzed past the side of my face, the arrow pinging off the end, spiraling into the air and sinking into the turf five yards in front of me.
“Shit!”
“You did fine, you released the arrow. What you need to do is work on your smoothness. Everything should be done smoothly, no jerking. Understood?”
I nodded, a little chagrined as, ten seconds later, Simone’s first attempt sailed all the way to the target. It missed, but at least it reached the right range.
“Actually, I think you need a higher draw weight.”
“Sorry?”
“Let me change your bow for one that needs a bit more strength to pull it. You’ll get on better. A minute later I had a different bow in my hand. This one definitely took more strength to draw back, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. It did seem to make me slow down, and this time, when I fired the arrow, it flew down-range and thunked solidly into the outer ring of the target. I was so excited I jumped up and down and then, without thinking, took a step forward to go and look at the arrow as it sat quivering in the target.
