by Roz Lee
Candace slid the head across her clit and down to part her folds. She was wet and the plastic glided along her slit. She worked it up and down applying pressure to her clit and delving into her opening further with each pass. With her eyes glued to the television, the vibrator became a man’s hot tongue, tasting and taking. Soon she closed her eyes, imagining the face of the man she wanted between her legs. He bore a remarkable resemblance to a certain pirate.
Chapter Three
The pressure built as she delved in and out, deeper and harder. She flicked across her clit each time her imaginary lover pulled out and dove back in. The climax rocked her, and she clamped her legs tight as her body clenched around the hard plastic. When her muscles quieted, she flicked the button and the device stilled. Her hands shook and her breath came in shallow gasps. She relaxed her thighs and the vibrator slipped almost all the way out.
She lay there for a few minutes staring at her reflection. Was that really her? Her cheeks were flushed, the baby-doll nightie pushed up to bunch below her breasts, her panties around one ankle. Her spread thighs glistened with her juices. The pink vibrator lay between her legs, half in, and half out. What had become of her? She’d never made herself come before. Sure, she’d felt herself, but she’d never owned a vibrator before. Half a day on the Lothario, and she’d experienced more sexually than she’d previously thought possible. Chilled, she pulled the comforter up to her shoulders and reached between her legs to retrieve the vibrator. She kicked the panties off her ankle and tossed them to the foot of the bed. The couple on screen continued fucking, but Candace had lost interest. She turned the set off and picked up the activities list again.
Ryan sat across from her at the poolside table where last night Candace knew a woman had been served, or rather, served herself up, for any and all to feast on her. “I hope they gave this a good cleaning,” she said, tucking her hands in her lap.
“Yes. The staff is discreet, but thorough.”
“I sure hope so. The thought of eating my breakfast off the same table where…, well, you know, it just bothers me.” They’d ordered a light breakfast, preferring to eat outdoors in the sunshine rather than in the crowded dining room.
Ryan excused himself and went to speak to one of the waiters at the poolside café. Candace didn’t have any idea what he said to the waiter, but the man hustled off as soon as they finished. When Ryan returned to the table Candace asked, “What was that all about?”
“You’ll see.” And she did. A few minutes later, the same waiter reappeared with a snow-white tablecloth and proceeded to cover their table. Candace looked around at the other diners whose tabletops were bare and blushed at the curious looks she saw on their faces.
“How did you manage that?”
Ryan shrugged his shoulders. “I threw Richard’s name around. I’m not above using our friendship to get results.”
Their breakfast arrived and they ate in companionable silence. Candace hated long gaps in conversation, but with Ryan, she didn’t feel they had to be talking all the time. It was enough to be together, sharing a meal and the fresh air.
Ryan finished first, folded his napkin, and placed it beside his plate. Their waiter cleared the dirty plate as soon as Ryan leaned back in his chair. “Did you have a chance to look at the list for today?”
Candace swallowed the last bite of fruit and dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin. She took her time, folding and placing it beside her plate. The napkin and her empty plate were whisked away in the blink of an eye. “My, they’re efficient here.”
Ryan smiled. “Yes, they are. Good service is rewarded, so don’t forget to fill out your comment card on the last day.”
“I will.”
“So, what will it be today?”
Candace gave up trying to avoid answering. Ryan would press her for some kind of answer, and she had no idea what it was going to be. She’d read the list and a few of its items clearly spelled out what you were in for, but others were cryptic, and she had no idea what they entailed. “I’m not sure. I don’t know what everything is.”
Ryan nodded. “Like what?”
“Mmm,” she consulted the list Ryan produced from the pocket of his running shorts. “Well, what exactly is the Stand and Deliver contest?”
“Good choice. It’s one of the favorites with the women. There’s a preliminary contest every day, and winners of the daily contests compete on the last day.”
“But what is it?”
“The contestants are all men, passengers only. They have three minutes to produce a boner, and then the audience does everything they can to make the men go limp. The last one standing, so to speak, is the winner.”
Candace turned beet red. “Really? And they do this nude?”
“Completely. I understand the women have a great time. A few are there to support their men, doing what they can to keep them aroused, while others are trying to get them to go limp. The only rule is no touching the contestants.”
“Have you ever competed?”
“No.”
“Would you?”
Ryan rested his elbow on the arm of the chair and placed his chin on his upturned fist, studying her for a moment before answering. “I would —for you, but I’d prefer to show you my stamina in private.”
She averted her eyes. Ryan looked at her as if he wanted to strip her naked, and she couldn’t shake the graphic image she had in her mind of Ryan showing her his stamina. If he only knew how she’d pleasured herself last night, and that the face she’d imagined between her legs had been his. She shifted in her chair as need throbbed between her legs.
She focused on the list again. “I assume the Bare the Biggest is a ‘who has the largest breasts’ contest?” Candace glanced at Ryan for confirmation.
“Yes, and there is a men’s division too.”
“I should have known.”
“This is the Lothario.”
“I’m beginning to get the idea.” She ran her finger down the list, stopping midway. “And the Kama sutra Yoga?”
“Just what it says. It’s a couples class. They teach you basic yoga positions that are useful if you want to do the more elaborate positions in the Kama sutra. There’s also a class later in the week devoted to Kama sutra positions. It’s a couples class too, for obvious reasons. Then there’s the Sex-aerobics class. They show you how to keep your heart rate up for an aerobic workout during sex.”
“Photography?”
“Basic instruction on taking nude photos. The video class is tomorrow, I think.”
“No explanation needed for that one.”
“No.”
“Well, what would you suggest?”
“How about the massage class? That’s also a couples one, and its hands on.” Ryan looked into her eyes, holding her gaze. Desire simmered in their blue depths.
“Okay.”
Ryan’s eyes crinkled at the corners and his lips curved into a satisfied smile. “That’s not until mid-afternoon. What do you want to do until then?”
“How about the art class?”
“Okay. I’m terrible at drawing, but I’m willing to give it a try.”
“Let me guess, nude models?”
“Yep. You are getting the idea.”
It was her turn to smile. “I think I am.”
Ryan tried to concentrate on the couple modeling in the center of the room, but watching Candace, as she shyly glanced back and forth between the erotic tableau and her drawing pad, held his attention. She did a good job, though she tried her best not to look at the models. At the beginning of the class, the instructor had them working on life size renderings of specific body parts. He’d expected Candace to bolt, but she’d taken a good long look when the model stopped in front of her, turned a hundred different shades of pink, and then she’d drawn a darn good sketch.
He had no talent to speak of, but for Candace’s sake, he tried his best. Candace proved a much more intriguing subject than either of the models. Even w
hen the instructor posed them in mid-copulation, Candace still held his attention.
Candace dropped her sketches into the recycle bin as they left the library where the class had been held. When she headed for the ladies room with the other women, he doubled back to the library to fetch them out again. He managed to find her drawings and handed them over to the instructor with directions to have them sent to his stateroom.
They took lunch at the open-air café aft. When they were done, they wandered up to the Mediterranean deck to watch the Stand and Deliver contest. A large group surrounded the contestants, making it impossible for Candace to see, so Ryan cleared the way for her. As entertainment went on the Lothario, this one was pretty tame. There were half a dozen contestants left, and another half dozen had already been eliminated. They stood off to one side, holding the soft rubber cocks they’d been awarded for participation.
Ryan stood behind Candace, one reassuring hand on her shoulder. The crowd had divided into several different camps, some supporting each of the remaining contestants, and one larger group doing their best to distract the contestants, causing them to ‘drop’ out of competition. It was interesting to watch. What turned one person on could wilt another’s ardor.
Candace looked over her shoulder at him and held one hand up to shield her other hand while she pointed to something happening off to their right. Ryan shifted to see what she pointed at. A couple of guys were kissing and fondling each other. Not anything he hadn’t seen before. He glanced at the contestants. One of them turned his eyes to the couple, and Ryan laughed as the guy’s erection withered. “What a wimp,” he whispered in her ear.
“Look again,” Candace threw back.
Ryan glanced over again. One guy on his knees had his mouth wrapped around another guy’s cock. Firm hands grasped his head as his partner pumped his cock in and out vigorously.
“To each his own. Doesn’t do anything for me, but I could watch those women all day long.” Ryan directed her attention to a group of women who were fondling each other. “Now that’s hot.”
“Really? You think so?”
“Most guys do, even the gay ones.” He nodded at the five remaining contestants. “Look. I think the guy on the far end is friends with the two men getting it on, and that guy in the middle is going to lose just so he can leave with the orgy group.”
“There goes another one,” Candace said over her shoulder. The poor guy blushed, but as the crowd applauded his efforts, he raised his trophy above his head and did a dance that had his genitals jiggling. Two female supporters joined him in his celebration. “He doesn’t look too upset over the loss.”
“No. I don’t think he is. He managed to stay up for about forty-five minutes. That’s pretty impressive with a crowd watching.” Ryan leaned in close and nipped her ear before whispering, “I’ll let you time me in private.”
“I don’t know.” She turned and grinned at him. “Why don’t you enter tomorrow’s contest?”
“Not me.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her waist and linked his hands behind her. Her hands came up to caress his biceps. “I’ve given up my exhibitionist ways.” Her laughing eyes, the color of the Caribbean on a sunny day, and her full lips, called him to make a lie of his words. He wanted her, here, now. His body rose to the occasion, but he fought the war and won. Candace deserved better than a public fucking. When, and he meant when, not if, he made love to her, it would be a private thing. He’d reigned in his baser desires, but he needed to kiss her as much as he needed air.
Her lips were still curled into a mischievous smile when he lowered his head and covered them, meeting her smile with one of his own. Candace slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders and wrapped both hands around his nape. The motion brought her sweet body up against his. Her nipples, erect beneath the thin material of her kimono, brushed against his bare chest. She tasted like sunshine, and her body melted like butter to fill every hollow and angle of his.
Ryan forgot about the four remaining contestants as he lost himself in the kiss. He splayed his hands across her ass and pulled her up and into the erection he thought he’d conquered. She groaned low in her throat and broke the kiss, but instead of stepping away, she slid down until her feet were on the deck again, and pressed her forehead against his shoulder. Her breathing matched his, rapid and shallow.
His hands had slid back to the small of her back and he continued to hold her tight against him, his cheek turned to rest on the top of her head. His breathing evened out, and he noticed the competition was over and the crowd had dispersed. One of the contestants, still naked and smiling like a fool, slapped him on the back and held up the winning trophy, a coffee mug with an erect penis for a handle.
“Hey man, thanks. You two are hot! I couldn’t have done it without you.” Ryan groaned and tightened his hold on Candace. Not an exhibitionist. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t keep his hands off the woman, not even in public.
“Congratulations, man.” He willed the guy to move on. After complimenting Ryan on his technique, the guy left to celebrate with the mixed group waiting for him.
“Amazing.” Ryan shook his head and let his hands slide to Candace’s hips in a loose hold.
She dropped her hands to his arms and turned her face up to his. “What’s amazing?”
He chuckled. “Lots of things. The guy still had a hard on when he left. The rules say no enhancements, but sometimes you gotta wonder.”
“What else?”
Ryan looked into her eyes and drowned. He swallowed hard and set her away. “Nothing,” he lied. He wasn’t about to remind her how carried away he’d gotten, groping her in public as if she was a common tramp. “We’d better get a move on if we’re going to make it to the massage class.”
He knew she wasn’t buying it, but she didn’t ask for clarification again, just held out her hand until he linked his into it and they strolled off to the spa on the Acropolis deck. She had to have realized what was going on. They’d been getting it on so hot and heavy, they’d inspired the winning hard-on. Christ he was no better than Richard. For two years he’d practically been the monk Richard teased him about becoming, and now that he’d met someone he thought might be ‘the one’, he’d become a horny teenager, one without any morals. He had to do better, for Candace’s sake. Once she found out his identity, he would have more than enough trouble, but if he lived up to his reputation in the meantime, he would lose her for sure.
Chapter Four
Candace tucked the terry cloth wrap tight before she lay on her back on the massage table. This activity had sounded like a good idea, but now that she knew the whole of it, she wasn’t so sure. A knock came on the door and Ryan entered, followed by Thor, the Norse god, and incredibly, her masseur. He was every inch of six feet, blonde, and golden brown all over. The tiny turquoise swimsuit he wore testified to the impressive package between his legs. Candace willed her eyes to look somewhere else, but her eyes continued to stray. God, he was close enough she felt the heat radiating off him, or was that coming off her face?
“Relax, Candace,” he crooned in his thick accent. “I’m going to show Ryan how to make you feel incredible.” Oh God. That was supposed to make her relax? “Then when we are through I will show you how to touch Ryan.”
She nodded and squeaked, “Okay.”
“Now relax. Take a deep breath.” He sucked in air through his nose. His chest swelled and his shoulders lifted. He let the breath out through his mouth, “then let it out slowly.” Candace took a deep breath. It all came out in a rush as Thor took her foot in his hands and pressed his thumb to her instep and rolled it around, and around, and around. “There now, let the tension out.” His voice vibrated through the air and settled over her, calming her more than the sensual massage. Who could have guessed feet were an erogenous zone?
“Now Ryan, you try her other foot.” Ryan lifted her foot and looked to Thor. “Like this, see.” Oh God. Candace closed her eyes and melted into a puddle of goo. She tried not to
think about the two gorgeous men making love to the bottoms of her feet. The two of them hit pleasure points she didn’t know she had. Much more and she would never survive the hour. At the very least, she was going to embarrass herself. Her core had turned to liquid. Any minute one of them, or heaven forbid, both of them, would see the evidence of her arousal.
Thor slid one hand around her ankle, up and over her calf, to the back of her knee. He placed her foot on the table and lifted her knee, dragging her sensitized foot across the starched linen. “Like this, Ryan.” Ryan followed Thor’s direction, and soon both her legs were being cradled and massaged. Ryan learned quickly. Candace bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, trying to hold in the moan rising in her throat.
Inch by inch the men made their way up her legs. Fingers kneaded and smoothed along her thighs. Candace slapped her hand over Thor’s fingers as he slid them up and under the terry wrap. “Relax my sweet. Let us see you. You are wearing the undergarments, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but…”
Thor cut her off. “Then let us make you feel good.” He lifted her hand and placed it palm down on the table beside her hip. “Your Ryan is a natural. After today, he will have the knowledge to bring you great satisfaction.”
The moan escaped her as Thor flipped the wrap open to expose her bushy mound, covered by the scrap of white cloth he’d optimistically called an undergarment. She knew she should sit up and slap him silly, but it felt too good. Ryan’s hands mirrored Thor’s as they gently rolled her thighs open and kneaded the soft flesh there. She tried to block Thor out of her mind and imagine only Ryan’s hands on her. Fingers slid between her folds, protected by the fine silk panty. “Ah, Ryan, you are a lucky man,” Thor said. “See how she responds to your touch?”
Could this get any worse? The silk panty clung to her skin as the fabric pressed into the moisture pooling there. “Put pressure here.” The heel of his hand pressed down over her mound. Thor demonstrated the technique, rolling his hand against her. “Now you try it.”
