by Cox, Anita
“The couple in the tub wants me to join them,” I whispered in his ear.
“Have fun.” He kissed my head and resumed his football discussion.
I kicked off my heels and pulled off my skirt, revealing the thong and garter underneath, grabbed a hair clip from the bathroom and went back to the tub.
“Fawn, do you mind unhooking me?” I turned my back to her.
“Sure,” she offered, unclasping the back of the bustier. When she was done, I let it fall to the floor, then slid the panties, garter and thigh highs to the floor before climbing in. The warm water was comforting.
I kept the conversation light, asking about their time at the resort, if they enjoyed their room and the beach. It seemed to put them at ease. The entire mood became relaxing and fun as Fawn started bouncing when her favorite song was played.
“Room for one more?” John asked.
“Only if you promise not to talk about football,” I teased, sliding over.
“You have my word.”
“You might want to grab yourself something to drink first.” Mark said. “We were sort of stranded until Candy brought a bottle of champagne over.”
“Thanks, I’ll be right back,” he said giving me a quick kiss.
“Damn, he’s hot.” Fawn said with a giggle.
“Sitting right here, dear.”
Looking at Mark, I could see he was teasing.
“Yes, and you went on and on about how hot all the women in here were.” She reached over and squeezed his nipple.
I was enjoying the playful atmosphere.
“Ouch! You agreed with me!” he complained as he fought a laugh while rubbing his nipple.
“Hey, when did the nipple twisting start?” John was back, naked, laughing and climbing into the Jacuzzi.
“Fawn was commenting on your level of hotness.” I elbowed his ribs gently.
“I see. So are my nipples safe?”
“For now.” I kissed his shoulder.
“You two are a beautiful couple,” Fawn said. “I’m not sure why we were invited.”
Mark closed his eyes, embarrassed at his wife’s lack of self-esteem.
“Because you fit right in. What do you have in your suite, a fun house mirror?” John eyed her. “What is it with chicks? Unless they look like a model they think they’re fat and unattractive.”
“Tell me about it,” Mark huffed.
“You are beautiful, Fawn. Don’t think otherwise. Diana would not have invited you if she didn’t think you were sexy. But for the most part, sex appeal comes from confidence. You have every reason in the world to feel just as confident as anyone in the room.” I motioned toward John. “He’s right. Magazines and media have made us feel fat if we anything other than a size one. So please, recognize your own beauty and ignore the world marketing women who are built like twelve year old boys.”
“Yeah, because that’s just not sexy,” John added.
Fawn began to smile.
“So you two think I’m sexy?”
“Of course you are.” She was, it shouldn’t take this much convincing.
“I tell you that all the time.” Mark interrupted. “I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”
“But honey, you love me.”
“And…”
“Exactly,” John chimed in again.
“You two should make out.” Mark waved his finger from Fawn to John.
My heart jumped in my throat. I couldn’t speak.
“Candy and I do not do that. She makes out with other girls, but we leave the heterosexual kissing just between us, because for us, it’s emotional.” John grabbed my hand under the water for reassurance.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Don’t,” I interrupted. “Everyone has their rules, their hot buttons. I’ve only been doing this sort of thing for about a year, so I am just getting familiar with how things work and how to be more comfortable.”
Fawn bit her lip. “I think we rushed into this. We’d only had one threesome when we received an invitation here.”
I felt her pain. Memories of my clumsy beginnings flashed in memory. Thoughts of a hot tub tryst had been swirling in my mind, and I’m sure the minds of the men, but the heat was starting to get to me.
“I need to get out of the hot water. Plus we’re hogging the tub.” Grabbing a towel, I exited the tub carefully and toweled off.
“I’d love it if you’d but the garter and hose back on. It’s fucking hot.” John whispered in my ear.
With a smile, I obliged.
Moans drew our attention. Will had Mira on her hands and knees, thrusting hard into her from behind. Beth and Diana laid on the bed at Mira’s head orally pleasuring each other.
“Now that’s hot,” Mark said behind us as he dried Fawn’s back.
“Candy, can I talk to you for a minute?” Fawn asked.
I clipped the last clip on my garter. “Sure, I’m going to grab a few pieces of fruit. Follow me.” Walking toward the food, I watched the four on the bed, eager to take part in the festivities. But the night was young.
“I wanted to ask about rules,” she started.
“What would you like to know?”
“Well,” she looked at her feet.
“Look at me. Don’t be ashamed of your sexuality.” Dammit I sound like Linda.
She looked up at me. “When do you approach people about the rules?”
Popping a few berries in my mouth I smiled. “Anytime it’s brought up, it feels awkward, but generally before the games begin, so to speak. Not all women enjoy the touch of other women. I learned that lesson the hard way. She took pity on me, of course, because she knew I was new to the lifestyle. I really loathe the fact that it’s called a lifestyle, by the way. It’s more of a fuckin’ hobby.”
“No pun intended?” she joked.
I laughed with her. The laughter had a positive effect as I can see her shoulders relaxing.
“Something like that.”
“So you like women?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Do you like me?”
“Didn’t I say so in the Jacuzzi?”
She smiled and put a strawberry in her mouth, stepping in closer, offering it to me. This girl had seen too many soft core porn movies. But she was making an effort, so I grabbed the sides of her face and bit the strawberry from her lips.
Pulling back, I could see her face burning red hot. She was embarrassed.
“Can I play?” Diana asked as she ran her hand over my behind.
I picked a piece of mango of the plate and placed it between my lips. She pressed herself against me and sucked the mango, not taking it from me at first. I was starting to salivate with the sweet mango juice running into my mouth, so I bit down on with her next pull. She licked my lips.
“Sweet,” she said before kissing me. Her lips were soft and tasted of mango and champagne. She wasted no time caressing my breast with one hand and between my legs with the other.
“Let’s go to the bed, shall we ladies?” I said.
Fawn was speechless, she only nodded in agreement. Diana pulled me by my wrist to the bed. I could see John’s eyes nearly bulging out of his head when I looked his way.
I pulled Fawn between us on the bed. Diana and I started at her breasts, fondling, kissing and licking them. Fawn’s legs started pushing against the bed as her excitement grew. Diana made her way between Fawn’s legs, pulling down her panties as I spun around and rested myself on her beautiful mouth.
Fawn’s moans added to the sensation of her pleasuring me. Diana paused her work for a moment to lean up and devour my breasts.
John came from behind her, and leaning over her asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” she pleaded.
John grabbed a packet from the bedside table and rolled it onto his erection. Diana let out a wail when he entered her.
Fawn’s tongue was making quick work of my nether regions. Strong hand squeezed the cheeks of m
y ass.
“I’ve been dying for this all night. Is this okay?” Will asked, groaning in my ear.
“Are you wearing a condom?”
“Yes,” he growled.
“Then yes.” Talking had become difficult. Fawn was voracious beneath me and watching John fuck Diana had my adrenaline flowing.
Mark was a little rough at first, as apparently, the excitement was overtaking him. Fawn must have noticed, because she reached up and smacked his thigh. He slowed down allowing me to enjoy myself again.
Diana had stood up and moved aside. She pulled the condom off of John and rolled a new one on him. He climbed on the bed, kissing me before taking care of Fawn. She dug her fingers into my thighs when he entered her. I winced.
Things were heating up and while everything felt tremendous, Fawn beneath me and Mark behind me, I felt no pending orgasm. My heart raced and I began to perspire. Fawn started screaming beneath me and I hopped off of her before she could claw me again. Mark seized the opportunity, sticking his manhood down her throat.
John switched condoms yet again and scooped me up on his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around my back, holding me as he pulled me down on him. He kissed me hard, our teeth bumping into each other. John was aroused and having difficulty hanging on.
“I can’t wait to get you alone again,” he whispered in my ear.
“You feel so good inside me.” I answered him. “I love having you to myself too.”
“Let’s give them a show.” He chuckled as he flipped me over on my hands and knees, grabbed a hand full of my hair and smacked my ass. The man just knew how to get me going.
I pushed hard against him moaning loudly.
Mira and Diana dove in like baseball players trying to catch a ball. Mira stimulated my breasts with her tongue and fingers while Diana’s fingers were between my legs. My vision started to blur as I fought for breath. I couldn’t hold onto the bed any longer. My arms gave out. John continued his assault from behind.
“Give it up Candy.” Mira said in my ear. “You’re going to come. Let it go.”
I didn’t need her encouragement. It was coming whether I liked it or not. I let out a squeal as the wave overtook me.
“Thank God!” John huffed behind me as he came as well.
“Yeah!” Several of the others started to cheer us on.
INTIMATE KNOWLEDGE
John and I lay in a heap on the bed. I couldn’t move. My legs were shaking and my hands were numb.
“That was fantastic,” Diana cooed to Mira.
“This is the best party ever!” The man, I still had not been introduced to. He had a southern accent and from what I could see from laying on my back, was well endowed. The woman standing next to him, stroking his erection had dark red hair and large perky breasts.
“Thanks,” I panted.
With a little effort, I managed to wobble over to the bar. I nearly polished off an entire bottle of water without taking a breath. Generally, I was not a snacker, but found myself hungry once again. I made a small plate of sushi and fruit. Grabbing another bottle of water, I retreated to the balcony to cool off, smoke and enjoy my food.
Fawn and Mark followed me out to the balcony.
“Thank you for a wonderful time, but we’re beat. We couldn’t sleep last night, so we’re going to get going.”
“Thank you. You guys have a good evening.” I smiled. I knew I should get up and hug them or shake their hand, but I just wanted to get some food and water in my belly.
When they left, I dove into my food. It didn’t take long for me to clear the plate. Propping my feet up on the ledge, I leaned back to relax while I enjoyed my smoke.
“Mind if I join you?” The red haired woman had a long cigarette in her hand. She had a thick southern accent, but pronounced her words. It gave her an unexpected dialect.
“This place is awesome, it’s the only place I don’t feel like a criminal for smoking. Please, have a seat.”
“You’re obviously Candy. I’m Grace.”
“Nice to meet you Grace.”
“This is quite a party you threw here. Thank you so much for having us. When Diana asked about an orgy, I was a bit nervous. You just never knew what you’re getting yourself into. You know?” She mimicked me, putting her feet up on the ledge.
The sweating and activity had sobered me up quite a bit, especially since I had consumed two bottles of water. I almost felt like I was in my early twenties again. I hadn’t had a second wind in quite some time.
“Party isn’t over yet! Even if no one wants to get down and dirty, we can still party until everyone is either too tired or too intoxicated to go on. You guys are welcome to stay awhile.”
She smiled. “I think Clint would be happy if we stayed. If I wanted to leave now, I’d probably have to pull his big ass out of here kicking and screaming.”
She made me laugh. I liked Grace so far.
“Man, that sushi is so good. I’m going to go grab some more and a drink. I’ll be right back. Can I get you anything?”
“What are you getting to drink, hun?”
“I was thinking about a mango martini. I saw mango juice and mango flavored vodka in there.”
“That sounds delicious. I’ll take one of those. Thank you very much.”
I hurried, throwing sushi on a plate and mixing the drinks. I used a spare plate as a drink tray and carried the goods out to the balcony. Grace was quick to take the drink plate out of my hand so I didn’t spill.
“Thank you. I was starting to think I should have taken two trips.”
“Nonsense. We’re women. We can do anything.” She gave me a wink and handed me my martini when I put the plate down.
“Don’t know if you like sushi, but I filled the plate up.”
“Love it, as a matter of fact. That ice is all but completely melted. When the temperature of the sushi starts to drop, you need to throw it away. It is no good once it gets warm. It’ll make you sick and you don’t want that.” She took a sip of her drink.
“Thanks for the tip.”
“Hell fire! That’s delicious.” She said before taking another sip of her martini.
“Thanks.”
“Girl, you’re dangerous.” She laughed.
“Yes she is!” John said laughing as he came onto the balcony. “Can I join you ladies?”
“John, this is Grace. Grace, this is my boyfriend, John.”
“The guy with the magic pecker. Nice to meet you.” She nodded at him.
“Magic pecker?” I nearly spit my drink.
“He just brought three women to orgasm. I’d say that’s a magic damn pecker.”
John blushed.
I was baffled because I’d never heard a woman refer to a man’s package as a pecker. I thought that was only reserved for guys for some reason.
“Thank you, Grace.”
“So you’re the one I have to thank for the fifty year old single malt scotch?” Clint raised his glass to me.
“I’m glad you like it.”
The air was starting to cool. The DJ has turned his music down enough that the ocean waves could be heard crashing on the shore. Everyone had now congregated on the balcony to cool off.
Looking down I saw James and Janette coming out of the lagoon, which had been lit with blue lights. They were holding hands as they came out of the water. From a distance, they looked like a young newlywed couple as James scooped her up and carried her through the sand.
It brought a smile to my face. I could see that for them, this was a romantic getaway. All these naked horny people running around and they chose to spend intimate time together. Clearly, their priorities were straight.
“Friends of yours?” Grace asked noticing me staring.
“Yes actually. It’s sweet to see them together like that. I know it’s not like watching sex, but it’s voyeuristic in a way, to watch them being so intimate with each other. It’s not had to see that they are in love. It just makes me smile.”
“Hell, I see more of that here than I do anywhere else. While this is dirty sex, it is another level of intimacy in a way.”
I could see that she was being serious. “How so?”
“It’s another form of sharing, Candy. It also shows an immense amount of trust to allow your partner to have sex with others, and yet trust them not to betray you. There are a lot of couples who could never get here. It’s not for lack of wanting, it’s for lack of trust in either themselves or their partner. You have to have a very secure relationship to enjoy the lifestyle.”
There was that word again.
“I guess I can understand that aspect.”
“Can I try your drink?” Mira interrupted.
“Sure,” I said handing her my glass.
“Oh my God, that’s good. Can I have one?”
Relaxation time was over. It was time to put my hostess hat back on. When I stood from my chair, my garter broke slapping me hard in the butt. I screeched and jumped.
Everyone laughed.
“Oh honey, I hate it when that happens. Hurts like the dickens!” Grace said as she rubbed the red spot on my ass.
“Ouchy,” I whined. Sucking it up, I went in and made two shakers of the mango martinis and poured several glasses. Thankfully, the ladies came in to retrieve them so I didn’t have to deliver them all.
“Candy, you may be a successful Advertising Executive, but if you ever lost your job, you’d be a hell of a bar tender! Those espresso martinis were the bomb and these martinis put those to shame.”
“What’s an espresso martini?” Grace asked.
I snickered. “Thanks to me, they’re now on the menu. Order one tomorrow down at the bar. I’d make you one now, but there’s no espresso machine here. Plus, I’ve got a good hour left in me, but then I’d like to go to sleep and it would be very hard to do that with espresso running through my system.”
We’d managed to wipe out almost the entire buffet, all of the champagne and had now tapped into the hard liquor. Maybe it was the food, maybe it was all the activity, but I found myself surprised none of the guests were rip roaring drunk by now.
“Did we really go through all that?” Grace asked.
“Crazy, right? Everyone is having a good time, but I’m a little shocked no one is face down in the bathroom.”
