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Copyright© 2013 Berengaria Brown
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VACATION MENAGE
Romance on the Go
Berengaria Brown
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Eden flipped her bright purple hair out of her face and tied it back from her shoulders with a Scrunchie, trying not to let her excitement bubble out too obviously.
She’d done it. She was here at LAX, on her way to China at last. Alone. Without The Ratfink, her ex, to tell her she was fat and boring, or her purple hair was ridiculous. Well, fuck him. She liked it.
And she had managed her passport, visa, inoculations, the sale of her car and packing her tiny apartment all by herself.
In fact, without his endless criticisms and complaints, she had enjoyed it. The price she received for her little car had paid for her plane ticket. So there. In half an hour the plane would board, and twelve hours and fifteen minutes later, she would be in China. China!
Eden had wanted to go there ever since the Beijing Olympics. She thought of all the places on her itinerary, and couldn't wait to visit The Bird’s Nest, Tiananmen Square, the Summer Palace, the Forbidden City, and The Great Wall.
The Ratfink had pooh-poohed the idea, telling her Beijing was crowded and polluted, but Eden didn’t care. She might be overweight and boring, but just once, she was going to do something she wanted to do. She was already enjoying herself immensely.
Eden checked her watches again—the one on her left wrist on L.A. time, and the one on her right already on Beijing time—and looked around the gate lounge.
Near one wall, the most incredibly delicious ass Eden had ever seen was bent over, getting something out of his carry-on. Well, technically the carry-on belonged to the person rather than the ass, but it was a very yummy ass. Taut muscles in tight jeans and a slightly rounded, firm butt that looked oh-so-divine.
Eden managed to drag her gaze away from the rear view long enough to discover Mr. Taut Ass was travelling with Mr. Tall, Dark and Devastating.
Oh, God … who do I have to bribe or kill to sit with them on the plane? Eden glanced around for signs of wives or girlfriends. Seeing none, she sighed. Maybe they’re just in the restroom. Hmm, no extra luggage piled up around them, so maybe…? Nah. I couldn’t get that lucky.
Eden checked her left wrist again. Fifteen minutes until boarding time, and the gate lounge was packed. Unfortunately, the flight appeared to be full, so there would be no chance of swapping seats to get to know those yummy guys. My God, they’re hot. Sex-on-a-stick times two. Mr Tall, Dark and Devastating had dark brown, almost black hair, with deep brown eyes and the dark, golden tan of a man who worked or played outdoors. Mr. Taut Ass had golden-brown hair and lighter eyes—maybe hazel, though she couldn’t quite tell from where she was sitting. Besides, his ass was so nice she had a hard time dragging her gaze to his eyes. He did have a rather nice smile, and—
Oh my God, he’s looking at me! Am I drooling? Hell…
Just then the two men looked at Eden and smiled. Eden’s belly clenched, her heart beat faster, and her pussy pulsed with desire. Her breath caught and automatically she smiled back at them, wondering if she’d have an orgasm just from their smiles.
But right at that moment, boarding was announced. People flooded to line up, grabbing for luggage, kids and family members, and Eden lost sight of the men.
Her seat was in the rear of the plane, so it was a while before the block of rows that included her seat was called. And of course, she was seated nowhere near the two gorgeous hunks.
Damn.
* * * *
After a meal, the plane was darkened and passengers were encouraged to sleep to adjust to the fifteen-hour time difference. Tired from all her travel arrangements and excitement, Eden managed to nap for several hours. When she woke, she plugged in her ear buds and watched the start of a lot of bad movies. Wow––dozens and dozens of films, and all of them ghastly, she thought as she tried out yet another one, finally settling on a Kung Fu action movie starring a chef.
Afterward she read for a while, and was considering taking another nap when she saw Mr Taut Ass walking down the aisle.
He looked carefully at the rows of passengers as he passed, and a tiny bead of hope welled in her that perhaps he was looking for her. Then The Ratfink’s voice boomed in Eden’s head, reminding her how fat and boring she was:unable to keep the attention of a real man, he’d said. A shaft of pain ripped through her heart as The Ratfink’s words echoed in her mind, only to be obliterated by a light tenor voice.
“Ah, there you are. I’m Zeb. We almost met in the lounge.”
“Eden,” she replied. Hazel. His eyes are hazel. And my God, his voice is as sexy as his ass.
He stretched out one hand and said, “Come and stand up for a while. You don’t want deep vein thrombosis from sitting too long, you know.”
In a daze, Eden unbuckled her seatbelt and followed him to the back of the plane, where they stood chatting for ten minutes or so. Though she had no idea what they talked about, she knew her lust for him was raging so hard that if he asked her to step into the lavatory with him for a quick fuck, she would have agreed.
“Bryce will be wondering where we have gotten to. You must come and meet him properly, too.”
Eden managed to nod as Mr Taut Ass—Zeb—grabbed her hand again and they made their way slowly back up the aisle, past her seat, through the galley and across to the other side of the plane. When they were near the front, Eden saw Bryce watching for them. When he joined them, the three moved back to stand in the space near the galley, talking.
Gradually, Eden managed to curb her lust and concentrate on the conversation. But it was very difficult. Every time one of them touched her arm or shoulder to indicate another passenger wanted to pass by, her skin burned like fire. The flames shot straight to her cunt, making the muscles clench with desire for these delicious men.
She learned the men travelled a lot both for business and pleasure, and had been places she'd only dreamed about. But the conversation ranged more widely than just travel and sightseeing. The longer they talked, the more she realized Bryce and Zeb had a genuine interest in the people and cultures of the countries they visited, and not just the sights. She felt a real affinity with them, as if they had been friends for years, not minutes.
When the cabin crew started giving them pointed looks, it became obvious they ought to return to their own seats.
“Are you staying in Beijing or just transiting?” Zeb asked, his eyes burning hot with intense passion.
“Staying. I have a three-month visa,” Eden replied.
“Thank God,” Zeb said. “Bryce and I will meet you in the gate lounge when we land. Okay?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
* * * *
Eden spent the rest of the flight imagining herself with the two men, exploring China together … exploring each other together … hell, just fucking each other would be fine by her. She was so hot for them, she thought she could do anything they said. So what if she’d never been with two men at once? She’d read ero
tic romance stories, and she'd heard talk about ménages. These two men heated her blood to boiling, and she would be happy to try anything with them.
Adding to the sexual tension was the fact they had all seemed to “click”, and become friendly almost instantly. Their personalities had somehow meshed straight away, as if fate had meant them to be together.
However, by the time she got off the plane, Eden had half talked herself into believing The Ratfink was right, and she’d just imagined Zeb and Bryce were interested in her. But the other half of her was hot and needy, so she hoped she hadn’t misunderstood Zeb’s unspoken message.
* * * *
As Zeb had promised, the two men were waiting in the gate lounge for her. As soon as she appeared Zeb moved to her left, and Bryce to her right.
Zeb shifted his carry-on to his left hand and put his right arm around her waist, giving her a gentle hug. Eden’s cunt spasmed and her panties flooded with cream. She leaned into him a little, looked up and smiled, hoping he understood she’d do whatever he had in mind.
Bryce leaned down and whispered in her ear. “We spent most of the rest of the flight thinking of what we would like to do with you. Are you willing to play?”
“Yes,” Eden replied firmly. “I definitely want to play with you. Both of you.”
“Good,” he replied. “You turn us both on. Very much.” He leaned into her, allowing her to feel his hard cock against her ass.
Eden’s breath caught and her pulse increased. I turn them on? Me? I’m capable of turning on two totally delicious men? Wow.
They followed the crowd from the gate toward baggage claim and customs, but Bryce twisted his head in every direction, as if he were looking for something.
“There.” He steered her toward the far side of the concourse.
Tucked between the men and women’s restrooms was a door marked with the family restroom symbol.
“Excellent,” Zeb added as he pushed open the door to make sure the room was empty. The men dropped their luggage, locked the door and backed Eden against the wall almost in one movement.
Zeb leaned in to kiss her deeply, while Bryce took her carry-on and jacket and dropped them with his things. Then, as Zeb deepened his kiss and pushed his tongue into her mouth, Bryce ran his hands down her body, across her hot, hard nipples and down her belly to her cunt.
Eden moaned into Zeb’s mouth, sucking on his tongue as she pressed her aching breasts against his chest.
Bryce unzipped her jeans and pulled them down, then his fingers slid inside her panties, through the curls around her pussy and deep into her slit.
“Shit. She’s hot and wet,” he told Zeb. “And look, her pussy hair is purple, too. Now that’s really something.”
Zeb lifted his mouth from Eden’s and said, “Brilliant. First, let’s get this top off.” He pulled her T-shirt over her head and unsnapped her bra.
Bryce left his two fingers deep in her cunt while he pulled off her panties one-handed, then reached up to run a hand over her nipples. Eden shivered with intense feelings, as lust shot through her body. She wanted these men. She needed to come. She couldn’t think past the need to be fucked. Right now.
“Fuck me, please. I need you both so much,” she whispered.
Bryce rummaged around in his carry-on and handed a foil packet to Zeb. He dropped his pants and rolled a condom over his reddened cock, which eagerly rose from its nest of dark brown hair. He sat on the facilities, pulled Eden onto his lap and slid deep into her hungry cunt with a sigh. Eden sighed, too. She felt like she had been waiting for this moment for weeks rather than hours.
Bryce gripped her hips firmly and pushed into her. He pulled her onto his cock, filling her completely. His hand rested possessively on her hips.
Zeb’s pants were around his ankles, as he squatted and leaned against her back, his cock resting between her butt cheeks. Zeb’s hands moved around her body to draw her against him. He grasped a breast firmly in each hand, letting his fingers play over her beaded nipples.
The feel of four hands on her hot, needy skin cranked Eden’s heart rate up and the added sensations made her gasp with the need to come.
“Please…” she whimpered.
The men seemed to understand and moved smoothly as a team, tweaking her nipples, and raising and lowering her on their cocks. The pace increased and need coiled harder and tighter in Eden’s core, twisting and turning and driving her upward.
Zeb placed hard, sucking kisses on her neck while Bryce possessed her mouth. He ran his tongue around her teeth, along the inside of her cheeks, then thrust deep into her throat.
Eden’s belly clenched tighter and urgency clawed at her nerves. So close to fulfilling the need to come, she could no longer hold back.
Bryce slid a hand between their bodies and pinched her clit. His mouth descended on hers once again, just in time to prevent her screaming as she crashed into a powerful orgasm. Her cunt spasmed, bringing Bryce to climax with her and their combined passion pushed Zeb over the edge, as his hot cock slid up and down between her butt cheeks.
For several minutes they panted in each other’s arms before sanity returned.
Zeb dropped his condom in the trash, grabbed a handful of paper towels, and dampened them. He lifted Eden off Bryce so they could all clean up.
* * * *
Over the next half hour, they collected their suitcases, passed through customs, and found their way to the buses that would take them to their hotels.
As the post-orgasmic euphoria wore off, Eden wondered what would happen next. Would they say goodbye, or would the men ask for her address? Or even make a date to see her again?
The Ratfink’s comments about her weight went through her head again. Maybe they hadn’t noticed her rounded belly and flabby thighs during the quick passion session in the bathroom? After all, she was so burned up with lust she couldn’t describe their bodies very accurately either—although the word delicious echoed in her mind.
But before she could tie herself completely in knots, Zeb asked, “What hotel are you booked at?”
“The Intercontinental,” she replied.
“Near Tiananmen Square,” said Bryce. “Good. We’ll pick you up there tomorrow around noon, okay?”
“And be thinking about us. We’ll go sightseeing and get to know each other better. Then we want to have you properly. In bed,” added Zeb, softly.
Oh yeah, that sounded like a plan to her.
Bryce kissed her hard on the lips, then Zeb followed suit, taking the opportunity to give her butt a friendly pat while he kissed her.
They helped her onto her bus and it pulled away from the airport.
Chapter Two
Eden wondered if the reason she slept so well that night was thanks to the best orgasm she had experienced in months, maybe years, or if it was just excitement and jetlag. Either way, by the time she finally woke, morning was well advanced. After showering and washing her hair, she had time for a leisurely breakfast before getting ready to meet Zeb and Bryce.
She also had time to think about her finances. The sale of her car and the money from her security deposit gave her a bit of a safety net, but the fact was, Eden had quit her job and planned to stay the full three months in China, so she had to be careful with her money. There would be airfares as she moved around—she wanted to go to Xian and Shanghai and maybe Urumchi—and although food and accommodation were comparatively cheap, she still would need to maintain a budget to stay in China that long.
She also had the feeling that these men, while maybe not wealthy, were certainly comfortably off, and used to spending more than she did. From things they’d said, she got the idea they had well-paying jobs. Although they’d flown economy class instead of business or first class, so maybe…
God, those men were tasty. She wanted to suck and lick both of their huge cocks, and kiss every inch of Zeb’s taut ass, and—
Eden dragged her mind out of the gutter as her clean panties started to dampen. Damn! H
ave I got time to change? She checked her watch. Yes. Just.
Her doorbell chimed just as she put her sandals back on.
A doorbell for a hotel room. Amazing.
Bryce and Zeb both looked fresh and totally delicious in their clean jeans and sparkling white t-shirts.
“You look good enough to eat,” Bryce said.
“That purple shirt makes your hair look great,” added Zeb.
There was scarcely time to grab her purse before she was whisked out of the room and onto the street for the short walk to Tiananmen Square.
From there they went to the Forbidden City, where Eden was totally captivated by snippets of information, such as the blue on the buildings signified Heaven, and green symbolised the people. Yellow was for the Emperor, and only he was permitted to wear the colour.
They ate lunch at a food stall in the Forbidden City, tasting delicious dumplings, as well as standard Western take-out foods. Mid-afternoon, they visited a teashop and learned the correct way to drink tea, while tasting a variety of traditional teas.
“Women hold their fingers out. Men keep the hand closed, and point the spout of the teapot away from people,” their hostess instructed.
Afterward, they sat in the Long Corridor watching older people play cards while musicians played instruments, including the pipa, a pear-shaped instrument with many strings. Young people enjoyed a game that involved kicking what looked like a very large shuttlecock.
Everywhere they went people were friendly and polite, and everything was spotlessly clean. There was no litter or fallen leaves on the streets—someone with a broom constantly stood by to ensure nothing marred the beauty of the environment.
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