EROTICA FOR WOMEN WITH EXPLICIT SEX: SHORT STORIES GUARANTEED TO STIMULATE & SATISFY!

by Jenna Jameison

  After an hour lost in my thoughts, it was truly dawn and there was some movement around the camp, most likely some early risers getting up to bathe in the river. Since I couldn't sleep, I decided to join them. When I got down to the river, towel over my shoulder, there were already seven or eight people in the water, all of them in various states of undress. None of them seemed a bit self-conscious about it either. What a difference a week had made.

  Just as I'd stripped down and entered the cold water, Lisa appeared on the bank. She looked startled at first to see me. But she didn't turn away. She'd clearly come down to wash off too. Before long, we were both naked, standing in knee deep water about five feet apart from each other. I finally broke the silence, speaking in a soft voice so as not to be overheard, "should we talk about it?"

  She sighed, replying, "I don't know, Clint. I'm not sure what's going on anywhere. This is all so strange. Do you think we can just have a 'what happens in the canyon, stays in the canyon' rule?"

  I chuckled. "Yeah, I'd vote for that. Not sure it will work, but..." I trailed off, not sure what else to say. After a bit of silence, I finally asked what I'd been meaning to ask: "So should I assume from your answer that you're not planning on telling Brent about what happened earlier?"

  She looked at me for a moment before replying, "Not yet. Maybe when this is all said and done. I don't know…I just have a feeling that we're not done with the craziness. We've still got another day and night of this, and if I'm gonna have to confess my sins, I'd rather do it all at once, when we're all home and away from this craziness."

  I was so glad she said that. It was exactly what I was thinking. I knew there would likely be a reckoning at some point, but I just didn't want to face it out here, where there was no privacy and so much craziness. And selfishly, part of me really wanted at least one more chance to be with Lisa. "Okay," I said. "I won't say anything to Becca, either. At least here in the canyon."

  * * *

  The rest of the day went by relatively uneventfully, at least from an interpersonal standpoint. We had a lot of river to cover, including some major rapids, so we spent the vast majority of the day in the boats, only stopping for lunch and for a brief pitstop in the afternoon. There were no side excursions or other opportunities for mischief. But the guides really built up anticipation for the evening. Being our last night in the canyon, the guides were planning a major luau type feast where we would use up the remaining food and alcohol. They said there would be music and dancing and that we should change into our best remaining clothes for the occasion.

  BOOK FOUR

  Chapter One: The Grand Finale

  The final night was one I will never forget as long as I live.

  Almost as soon as we'd beached the rafts, people began changing into nicer clothes. Because most of us had stayed at least one night in Vegas at the beginning of the trip and many planned to stay there a night or two afterward, just about everyone had something other than river clothes packed deep in their bags. I opted for a polo shirt and khaki shorts, as did most of the other men.

  But the women really put us to shame. Most wore skimpy dresses or short skirts and plunging tops, the kind of outfits that women somehow feel compelled to wear when going out for a night in Vegas. It was quite a sight after a week of river attire. Becca looked gorgeous in a skimpy red dress that laced together in the chest area. Alesha wore a sexy summer dress with a floral pattern. And Lisa opted for a short skirt and sleeveless top that showed a ton of cleavage. The other women in the camp looked amazing too. Jen, the guide, was wearing a cute little romper outfit that clung to her petite frame. Candy, fittingly, wore a backless dress that looked like something a flower child would have worn during the Summer of Love. Krista, perhaps most shockingly, wore a top with a neckline that dropped well below her breasts, exposing an absurd amount of cleavage. She'd really come a long way since the beginning of the trip.

  As we all started drinking beer and wine and waiting for the food to cook, I couldn't help noticing several of the men pulling out Viagra packs, which they must have got from Alan. I discreetly did the same, chasing my pill with a swig of beer.

  In the center of the camp's common area, where all the food was being cooked, the guides set up a cluster of lanterns, as they typically did, as well as a large portable speaker. None of us had heard any music since the trip began, so when the music started, it had an almost hypnotic effect on everyone, particularly to those of us who had already had a few drinks and were feeling buzzed. There's really no feeling quite like that initial buzz of the night, particularly when you're outdoors in a beautiful setting.

  The feast was incredible. There were all kinds of freshly grilled meats and vegetables, deliciously seasoned and cooked to perfection by Jen, who wore an apron over her her skimpy outfit. Something about eating outdoors, particularly somewhere so beautiful, has a way of making everything taste just a little better.

  After dinner, as the sun began to set, Jim, who was playing DJ, turned up the music and led us through an eclectic playlist, one that had something in it for people of all musical tastes.

  After a while he paused the music. There was some tapping of glasses, and Aaron stood on top of a cooler to address everyone. "Guys, this is our last night. Tomorrow we only need to go a few miles down the river before we'll get to the spot where the helicopters will pick you up and take you up to Bar Ten Ranch for lunch and a well-deserved hot shower." The group cheered at the mention of the hot shower. Aaron smiled and continued, "But that's tomorrow. We've still got tonight, so let's live it up." Another cheer from the group. "I can tell you truthfully that this has been a trip unlike any other I've been on. I don't know if there's something in the water or what, but ya'll are crazy." He smiled as he said that. "Normally, I'd encourage the group to dance and live it up, because you might never have an experience like this again. But I don't think this is a group that needs any prodding. Anyway, it's been one hell of a trip and I'm gonna miss you guys when it's done." He raised his beer in the air, making a toast, "to us!"

  Everyone cheered back in unison, "To us!" And, with that, the music began playing again.

  We'd all had a decent amount to drink by that point and still had a fair amount of energy, given we'd done little all day other than sit in the rafts. So before long, nearly everyone was dancing, barefoot in the sand. Everyone was very loose and playful from the beginning, and we were all so familiar with each other by this point in the trip, that we didn't just pair up with our spouses. In fact, it was Alesha who first pulled me off my seat and onto the sandy dance floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and shuffled up close against me, being very flirtatious. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Brent and Becca were dancing together, also very closely. She was whispering something in his ear and smiling flirtatiously. The intimacy and familiarity of their body language caused a momentary flash of jealousy. Then the rational side of my brain reminded me that I had fucked her best friend, Brent's wife, that morning and therefore had no right to be jealous.

  Alesha caught me looking at Brent and Becca. It prompted her to stand on her tiptoes and whisper in my ear, "I know what you did last night...on the raft." Taken aback, I looked down at her, pretending my best to look like I had no idea what she was talking about. She smiled mischievously and then leaned forward to whisper again, "I was awake and I saw you guys. It was hot!"

  Not knowing what else to say, I leaned forward and said "please don't tell Becca. I haven't told her yet."

  She leaned in again and said "oh don't worry. I think we'll all have things to confess when this is all said and done." Then she reached down and grabbed my crotch area. "Oh, and before tonight's done, I'm gonna fuck your brains out." Then she kissed me quickly on the lips, flashed a devilish smile, and darted off to find a new partner.

  I stood there for a while, stunned. I was rescued from my thoughts by Lisa, who put her arms around me and began to move her hips slowly to the music. She looked gorgeous. "Have you seen our
spouses recently?" she asked casually. I glanced over. Brent and Becca were still dancing closely together, like a couple would. "I'm inclined to let that play out as far as they want to take it tonight. It's only fair. And that way I won't feel as bad about what we did."

  I swallowed, trying to push away the jealousy that thought triggered. "Yeah, I guess so," I finally replied.

  "But on the bright side, that might give us one more chance to be together. That wouldn't be so bad." She smiled at me seductively.

  "No, it definitely wouldn't," I said back, smiling, "though I think you may have some competition. Alesha seems pretty buzzed and she just told me she was going to...how did she put it?..oh yeah 'fuck my brains out.'"

  "Holy shit!" Lisa said, stifling a laugh. "I'm honestly not all that surprised, though. You should have heard some of things she's said to me and Becca. She claims she's joking, but basically she's been lobbying for an orgy."

  "What do you think is gonna happen tonight?" I asked.

  "I have no idea. But my guess is it's either going to get pretty wild or really awkward soon…maybe both. Just do me a favor and don't forget to find me later." I nodded, smiling. With that, she leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips, not for terribly long, but long enough to get a rise out of me.

  After a couple more drinks and few more dance partners, I found myself dancing with Becca. She was looking beautiful and was very talkative and affectionate, the way she gets when she's pretty tipsy. She leaned in and said, "this is all really crazy, Clint. I don't know where the lines are any more, especially the ones we've already crossed."

  I just nodded and said "I know."

  "Is it bad if I want to cross some of them again?" she asked with a real uncertainty and vulnerability in her voice.

  "No," I responded, "that's just human. Look, Becca, let's just see where things go, but if you want to be with Brent again tonight, I'm okay with that."

  She looked up at me earnestly, "Really, Clint?"

  I nodded again and then leaned in to kiss her. We kissed for a while and before long I had a raging erection in my shorts. It was around then that we heard a deep voice with a thick Kiwi accent ask "do you mind if I have a dance?" It was Jim, our guide, asking to dance with Becca. He had been dancing with Jen, who, once Becca accepted Jim's offer, threw her arms around me.

  The music was slow and she pulled in close, a grin on her face. Before long, she reached in and spoke into my ear, "I just want you to know that what I saw yesterday at Havasu, was one of the hottest things I've ever seen." When she leaned back out, she had a wicked smile on her face. If the lighting weren't so dim, she would have seen me blushing.

  I leaned in to reply, "We felt the same about you guys, you know, under the waterfall. You...inspired us."

  She smiled back, clearly pleased with my response. "This is my 20th trip down the river, and I've never seen a hornier bunch. Being around you guys...we just couldn't help ourselves." With that she reached around and grabbed me in the ass, while pressing herself closer against me. To my embarrassment, my Viagra fueled hard on roared back to life, unmistakably pressing against her hip. When she felt it, she looked up and flashed that same wicked grin, but didn't say anything else.

  It was around that time that I first noticed Candy. She and her boyfriend, Keith, were really going at it. She had her eyes closed and her back pressed up against him. He was kissing her neck and had one hand under her dress and another fondling her breasts on top of her dress. A number of us were staring at them but they clearly didn't care. As Jen watched, I felt her press even closer against me.

  Over the next few minutes, things escalated quickly with Candy and Keith. Keith hiked up the bottom of Candy's dress so that her bare ass was pressed up against him. It was clear from our vantage point that she was not wearing any panties. Before long, he was fumbling with his fly and it was clear what was about to happen. Sure enough, in short order, he had freed his cock and buried it deep inside of Candy, all while they continued to sway to the music.

  As they continued their love-making, oblivious to everyone around them, more and more of the rest of us stopped dancing and just stood there watching. Jen gave me a quick grope, feeling my hard on, before smiling again and wandering off, perhaps to find Jim. A few seconds later, Becca reappeared, sliding her arm around my back as she watched Candy and Keith, who had by this point moved toward the center of the circle, clearly aware that they were putting on a show.

  Candy then pulled away, letting her dress fall and leaving Keith's cock exposed for all to see. Within seconds, though, she was on her knees in the sand, in front of him, and she took his cock into her mouth. Becca and several others let out involuntary gasps as this scene played out in front of us. While Candy was sucking Keith's cock, she skillfully undid his shorts and pulled them down, enabling him to step out of them entirely. After several more minutes of well-executed oral sex, Candy stood up and gently pushed Keith down, until he was seated in the sand. Then she climbed on top of him and lowered herself down until he was once again inside her.

  As she began to ride up and down on him, she reached back and undid the strap around her neck that was holding her dress up. It immediately fell down to her waist, revealing her spectacular breasts. Within seconds, Keith was leaning forward, propping himself up on his elbows, and taking her breasts one by one into his mouth. Candy now had her eyes open and was surveying her audience, looking for the lust in their eyes and clearly getting off on it.

  It was at this point that some of the audience began to do more than watch. I first noticed Krista and her husband, Carter. They were standing toward the outer edge of the crowd, but on the opposite side of the circle from Becca and me. Much as Candy and Keith had started, Carter was standing directly behind Krista and had pushed her skirt up over her ass. He began fumbling with his zipper and a few moments later, I could tell by the reaction in Krista's eyes that she had just been penetrated.

  Meanwhile, just to our right, Alesha was attempting to free Alan's cock from the confines of his shorts and struggling a bit. When she finally succeeded, she immediately dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. By this point, Becca was rubbing my cock through my shorts, but we were both content to watch, at least for the moment. Brent and Lisa also seemed largely content to watch, though from my vantage point, it was hard to tell just what Lisa's hand was doing to Brent. For all I knew, his cock was out and she was stroking it.

  I noticed that at least one couple, Kevin and Janet, had disappeared, and presumably headed back to their cot or to somewhere more secluded. And just as I was noticing their absence, I saw Sonja take Aaron by the hand and lead him out into the darkness. I had assumed they'd been sleeping together since I heard Sonja moaning the other night, but this was my first confirmation. They'd been pretty discreet up until that point.

  By now, Krista was on all fours getting fucked vigorously by her husband as they both continued to watch Candy and Keith, who were still putting on a show in the center of the circle. The show, however, was clearly nearing its climax. Candy was moving her hips back and forth rapidly, grinding against Keith, her loud moaning leaving no doubt that she and Keith had been the mystery couple on that first pitch black night.

  As Candy came loudly, it was clearly too much for Alan, who shook and said "oh god." Alesha moved her mouth off his cock but left her hand to finish him, as his load shot out into the sand.

  With the main event over, Becca grabbed my hand and led me back toward our cots. Lisa and Brent followed.

  Before we even got to the cots, which were arranged much like the night before, I was unzipping the back of Becca's dress. Before I could get it off, though, she'd turned around and was playing with the button on my shorts. As soon as she got it undone, she yanked them down, along with my underwear, exposing my rock hard cock. Almost immediately, she was down on her knees and had my cock in her mouth. As I stood there, I watch as Brent undressed Lisa a few feet away. It dawned on me, as I stared at Lisa's breasts, tha
t it was much lighter than it had been the night before. I turned and realized that Alesha and Alan had followed us back to the cots, and Alan was carrying one of the big electric lanterns from the common area.

  Becca noticed them but continued what she was doing. But then something interesting happened. While Alan sat down on his cot, Alesha came over to us. She came within a foot of me, but didn't touch me. She just stood and stared down at my cock. Becca, her lips still around my cock, looked up at Alesha, undoubtedly wondering what she was up to. But the fact that she didn't stop or say anything seemed to embolden Alesha, who slowly reached a hand out to touch my ass. Her hand then moved over to caress my balls. It was then that Becca finally stopped and rose to her feet. But rather than tell Alesha off or push her away, Becca took Alesha's hand and guided it up until it was grasping my cock. Alesha clearly took this as some sort of blanket permission to do whatever she wanted because a few seconds later, she was down on her knees and had my cock in her mouth.