by Bebe Balocca
Add this view to my growing list of firsts, Arden thought, grinning wickedly. I didn’t even dream of seeing another woman give a dude head, and here we are. “You learn something new every day, Ramsay, don’t you?” she murmured. Behind her, Ram grunted in agreement.
Ram moved behind her, but Arden didn’t turn. She placed her free hand on the smooth curve of Jess’ waist and held the other wedged between her legs. Arden felt the subtle vibration of her bikini bottom being untied at each side, and then felt cool air on her exposed pelvis. Ramsay ran one hand up her inner thigh to the cleft between her legs. He found the swollen nub of her clit and skimmed his fingers over it. “Keep going, Arden,” he urged her. “Keep touching her just like you have been.” Ram slid his fingers to Arden’s entrance and pushed them inside.
Dizzying heat washed over Arden. She imagined an Escher tableau, a mirrored doubling-back of sensations that was almost too enormous to grasp. With her fingertips, she felt the slick feminine heat between Jess’ legs, and between her thighs, she felt the tight penetration from her husband’s fingers. She was both the giver and the recipient, the vessel and its contents. Amazing.
Jess eased away from her touch and retrieved the bottle of spring water from her bag. “Not that that doesn’t feel fabulous, Arden, but I’m parched.” She drank deeply, then passed it to Arden. “Hope that Jorge showing up didn’t shock you too much,” she apologized. “I figured it would be one of those forgiveness is easier than permission things, you know?”
“It’s okay, Jess,” Arden assured her. She settled beside Jess on the bed and swallowed some cool water. “Unexpected, sure, but okay. I’ll admit that I don’t mind that it’s down to the three of us again, though.” She passed the bottle to Ram.
Jess pulled out a plastic container filled with chilled grapes and opened it. “Y’all want some refreshments?” she offered. “These came from a member of the kitchen staff.”
“Oh my god, Jess, you are out of control!” Arden sputtered.
“Wait, let me explain,” Jess laughed. “I got them from a little old lady who works in the kitchen and just happens to like me a lot. No oral sex was involved, I promise!” She lifted a bunch of the grapes and held them up to Ram. “Wanna try?” she asked. “They’re delish.”
Ram lifted his hand to accept the fruit from Jess, but Arden caught it and held it in place. “Let’s play harem,” she said huskily, “and you be the sultan. I bet Jess would love to feed them to you. You interested, babe?”
“I would be insane to turn that offer down,” Ramsay answered. He leaned back on his elbows and let his mouth fall open. Jess suspended the bunch of grapes over his face. Ram plucked one into his mouth with his lips, chewed, and swallowed. “Yes indeed, these are very refreshing.”
“You’re welcome, sultan,” Jess smiled at him. “Anything for your pleasure.” She placed one tanned hand on his knee and moved it slowly up to the middle of his thigh. Ram shot an uncertain glance at Arden. The corner of Arden’s mouth quirked. She leaned to snatch a grape from Jess’ bunch with her mouth and placed her hand on Ram’s other thigh.
“I know you wanted to watch, Ram,” she said, “but there’s no reason why you can’t enjoy Jess a little too.” She slid her palm up his inner thigh and smiled when Jess mirrored her movement, then leaned forward to kiss her. Their hands met to caress Ramsay’s growing erection as their tongues touched.
“This beats any thrill a sultan ever had,” Ram breathed. “I wish you both could see this.” He placed a hand on each of their hips and tugged them a bit closer to his shoulders. Arden’s eyes flew open when he found her clit, and she smiled to see his other hand between Jess’ legs.
“That’s nice, Ramsay,” whispered Jess. She spread her knees wider as he rubbed her. “I love how toughened your fingers are. It feels like you do some work outside.” She gripped his shaft, hardened once more, and bent over it.
“You know what this reminds me of, Ram?” Arden asked.
“What’s that, babe?” replied Ram. Jess’ head bobbed over his groin.
“That saying that you like to quote. Something that has to do with things tasting better after you’ve had to wait for them awhile. Who said that, honey?” She lowered her head next to Jess’ and licked a slow path up Ram’s stiff length.
“Uh,” Ram groaned. “Benjamin Franklin.” Arden and Jess laved his cock as he rubbed slow circles on each of their clits. “Hunger is the best pickle.”
Jess giggled. “This is a really good pickle, y’all.” She sucked the head of his cock between her lips and released it. “I bet you get hungry for it a lot, Arden.”
Arden settled back on the bed to take another drink of cool spring water and watched Jess and Ram together. Before now, she wouldn’t have guessed that another woman could touch her husband and she would like it. Jealousy was out of the picture entirely, however, and it was nothing but hot to see Ram’s handsome face with his eyes closed and mouth dropped open. Jess repositioned herself between his legs and hummed contentedly.
Arden, curious, moved behind Jess and caught glimpses of Jess’ tightly puckered asshole as she moved. It looked vulnerable and pink and…completely dry. Arden watched, transfixed, as the shy bud hid and then briefly revealed itself as Jess moved over Ramsay. Arden wanted to see it. She wanted to touch it.
Arden placed a hand on each cheek of Jess’ derrière and gingerly spread her cheeks. Jess clenched the rosy bud, either in apprehension or eagerness, or perhaps both. Arden licked her lips.
She stroked an experimental path from Jess’ slickened pussy back over the cleft of her rear. A wet trail gleamed over the dusky skin. Arden placed one fingertip at Jess’ opening and slowly pushed the juice-slickened finger inside, marveling at the tight fit.
Arden pulled her finger out a bit, then replaced it. Jess moaned. Arden lowered her face to plant a kiss on one rounded cheek of Jess’ derrière and nipped her tanned, smooth skin between her teeth. Friction built around her finger and she pulled it out to lubricate it once more with Jess’ juices.
The bottle of Don Julio caught her eye. Arden uncorked the bottle and took a small sip. Jess’ supple hips moved smoothly as she bobbed her head on Ramsay’s erection, giving brief flashes of slickened, ruddy skin between her thighs with each movement. So lovely.
Arden salivated and bit her lip. She snaked her fingers down toward Jess’ pussy again, sliding them inside her wet folds, and then lifted the bottle to the cleft of Jess’ ass. She dribbled tequila over Jess’ skin and watched the clear fluid drip down the crease between Jess’ legs onto her own knuckles. Arden lowered her mouth to Jess’ rear and breathed on her sun-browned lower back.
The taste of tequila on Jess’ most private spot was the most exquisite flavor Arden could imagine.
Jess cried out when Arden flicked her tongue against her tequila-drenched skin. Arden licked the rough hole lightly, tracing small circles, while slowly moving her fingers in and out of Jess’ sheath.
Arden nudged the tip of her tongue inside Jess’ tight hole. Jess’ muscles were so tight that it was difficult for Arden to slide her tongue inside, but the reaction from Jess was immediate and enthusiastic. Lush juices flowed over Arden’s hand from within Jess’ pussy, and Jess sucked Ramsay’s cock with renewed vigor and speed.
Jess squeezed the tip of Arden’s tongue, almost forcing it out. Her flesh trembled and Arden felt spasms build around her hand and tongue. Jess bucked beneath Arden, thrashing her way through a spectacular climax.
Jess turned toward Arden and bit her lip. “Damn, Arden, I thought you said you didn’t know what you were doing. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in months. Holy shit.” She dragged a hand through her tangled hair and whipped it away from her face. Ramsay took matters into his own hands and gripped his shaft in his fist.
Arden blushed and a bubbly warmth rose up from her belly to her mouth. Jess grinned impishly and moved closer. Kneeling in front of her, Jess reached around Arden’s waist and slid her hands under Arden�
�s bottom with proprietary ease. She pulled Arden up to her knees and tugged her hips forward so that Arden’s belly, breasts and pelvis lined up and pressed against her own.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Arden whispered, slipping her hands down to cup Jess’ bare derrière. She twisted her shoulders so that her nipples rubbed against Jess’ silver-ringed breasts. The metal scraped against Arden’s sensitive peaks, tightening them into hardened points. Jess’ stomach felt cool and resilient on Arden’s skin, and her hairless cleft brushed against Arden’s. Arden tilted her hips and moved them slightly, playfully grazing the front of Jess’ mound with hers. The corners of her lips curved up involuntarily with the thrill of contact.
Jess gave Arden’s rear a soft squeeze, and Arden responded with a playful squeeze of her own. Jess leaned forward and lightly ran her lips over Arden’s, leaving a tingling trail of sensitized skin in her wake. “Hmmm,” Jess murmured, licking the seam of Arden’s lips with the wet tip of her tongue.
“Oh,” Arden breathed. Jess flicked her tongue between Arden’s parted lips. Arden was both limp and excited, voraciously turned-on and ever so slightly terrified. How could she survive an experience that felt this fantastic without melting into a steamy little puddle of lust?
It reminded her of the first time she went all the way with a boy. Compared to Danny Studenmayer’s kiss, Brent Baxter’s lovemaking had all the finesse of a sleepy bull in a china store. She’d been sixteen, and it had ended seven minutes after it started. Nonetheless there were a few magical, life-changing, earthshattering moments in those seven minutes. Blinding strobe light moments that lit up her mind, screaming that this was what all the fuss was about, this was why people liked to do this sex thing and that this was just an inkling of the world-rocking bliss you could share with another person.
Kissing Jess, with her smooth, soft body pressed against her own, the lulling rush of the Caribbean waves at her back, and her husband stroking himself next to her, was another of those euphoric redefining moments.
Perfection.
Jess swirled her tongue in Arden’s mouth, flicking the pointed tip against Arden’s teeth. Arden lifted her hands to Jess’ long locks and buried her fingers in them. Jess was silky, scented and supple. Everything Arden had hoped for during those countless raunchy daydreams she and Ramsay had shared.
Jess slid her right hand around Arden’s waist and slipped her fingers down to pet her swollen lower lips. “You’re so wet,” Jess murmured, “and you’ve made me feel so good tonight. I think it’s your turn, Arden.” Jess stroked her fingertips over the ruffled edge of Arden’s pussy. She sucked Arden’s lower lip between her teeth and bit softly as she pushed two of her fingers inside Arden’s sheath.
Arden gasped and bucked her hips. She heard Ramsay moan softly and glanced over at him. He had his lips set in a hard, thin, line and was pinching the tip of his cock. She knew he was trying to delay his own orgasm, but that it was bound to happen soon. “You okay, babe?” she asked in a strained voice.
Ram nodded silently. “Fuck, yeah, Arden,” he said thickly. “I’m more than okay. Don’t worry about me.” He released his grip on the tip of his cock and began to pump it again in his fist, watching intently. “I couldn’t be happier than I am right now, Arden. You know that.”
Jess eased Arden back against the mattress, keeping her wet fingers gliding inside her all the while. “You are so, so beautiful, Arden,” Jess whispered. Arden’s pulse raced wildly, lurching maniacally in her chest, and she suppressed a macabre giggle. Fate would not be so cruel as to kill her with a heart attack, here on the night when her most lusty dream came true. Surely fate had other things in mind.
Jess traced kisses down Arden’s throat and over her shoulder. She paused to suck one stiffened nipple into her mouth, then another, before working her way down. Jess’ fingers slid insistently between Arden’s legs, the movement as natural and rhythmic as a pair of wings in flight. Arden gripped Jess’ slim wrist and urged her to keep it up, to go deeper, to not stop.
Fluttering kisses down Arden’s stomach and the white untanned triangle over her pussy, Jess did the unthinkable. She stopped. She slid her fingers out of Arden’s sheath and placed them on her thigh. Arden looked up, dazed with want. “Huh? Why’d you stop? That felt so—”
“I promise I’m not done,” Jess assured her. She lowered her face between Arden’s thighs and flicked her tongue against her clit.
“Oh my God!” Arden squeaked. Her clitoris felt swollen to the size of a golf ball. A very tingly, overheated golf ball. Arden drew her knees up on either side of Jess’ head and tried to breathe. Jess swirled circles over Arden’s clit and eased three fingers back inside her. The fit was almost painfully tight. Arden arched her back, thrillingly aware of the long tendrils of Jess’ blonde hair that swept against her thighs.
“You taste like the ocean,” Jess whispered. “You taste so good, Arden. I want to suck in every drop of you.”
Arden felt rather than heard Ram kneel beside her. Heat came off him in waves, and she smelled the musky, animal smell of his arousal. She looked up and saw, just inches over her face, Ram’s stiff cock. It was thicker and harder than ever before, sliding between his fingers. He clenched his jaw and the veins in his neck stood out like ropes. Soon.
Jess slid her fingers out of Arden’s pussy and ran them over her smooth lower lips. She found the clenched entrance to Arden’s rear and slickened it. Keeping her soft tongue and lips on Arden’s clit, Jess slid her pinky finger into Arden’s ass and her first two fingers into her pussy.
“This is real,” Arden whimpered. She bucked her hips against Jess’ mouth and fingers. She caught Ram’s deep-blue eyes and felt her orgasm slide toward her, gathering steam and power along the way. Ram gripped her hand in his and pumped his shaft faster in his other hand. “This is really happening, Ram,” she hissed, her eyes falling shut as her climax slammed into her.
Arden bucked against Jess’ face and fingers as she came, her entire body screaming with release. Heavy wetness fell on her face and she knew that Ram was coming too. Jess lifted her face from Arden’s thighs to watch. “Damn, that’s so hot,” she said admiringly. Jess held her fingers inside Arden’s body as the tremors from her climax shuddered through her. Ram pumped his cock through his fist until every drop was gone, then lay back on the mattress, utterly spent.
Jess crawled over Arden’s supine body and straddled her hips. “Playing with a girl is pretty fun, huh?” she grinned.
Arden lifted her hands to Jess’ hips and squeezed them. “Playing with you is absolutely amazing.”
Jess lowered her face to Arden’s and lapped a bit of Ram’s fluid with her tongue. “Sweet,” she noted softly, “like you.” Jess licked a path across Arden’s spattered cheek and then covered Arden’s mouth with hers. The salty flavor of Ram’s semen filled her mouth, carried on Jess’ plunging tongue. Jess ground her hips against Arden’s lower belly, spreading her inner thighs against Arden’s skin. Arden gripped Jess’ hips and opened her mouth wide, drunk on the deliciousness of Jess’ come-drenched kiss.
Jess rocked back, sitting on Arden’s stomach, and stretched. “Wanna sleep here tonight? I’ve got this bed rented until morning.”
“Yeah, I definitely do,” Arden answered, “if you’re going to be here too.” Jess handed her a towel to wipe Ram’s ejaculate from her face. Arden turned to ask him what he thought, but he was already snoring next to her, splayed on the mattress like a triumphantly exhausted warrior. Jess took a few deep swallows of her spring water and then offered the bottle to Arden.
After capping the bottle and returning it to Jess’ beach bag, Arden turned her back to Ram so that he was spooning her. His relaxed cock, nestled in soft curls, felt reassuring against her rear. Jess lay on her back on Arden’s other side, her arms thrown over her head with peaceful abandon. Jess’ face was serene and lovely. “Night, Arden,” she whispered. “Sleep tight.”
Arden placed one hand over Jess’ breast and sighed. Cup
ping her pierced nipple in her hand, with Ram curled at her back, felt so very right. She eased into sleep, lulled by the gentle wash of the surf and the even movement of Jess’ chest as she breathed.
Chapter Six
Arden woke to Ram’s worried face over hers.
“Wake up, babe. We’ve got to go. The shuttle for the airport’s leaving in fifteen minutes.”
Arden struggled to consciousness. Damnation, what a hot dream that had been. There was Jorge the waiter, of all people, getting a blowjob right in front of her, and then Jess, a beautiful blonde girl with nipple rings…
Arden felt something warm and yielding, with a stiff little bump in the middle, beneath her palm. Her eyes flew open. Not a dream, but a very real, soft and curvy dream come true.
Arden gave Jess’ breast a light squeeze and was rewarded with a smile on the sleeping woman’s lips. “I’m sorry, Arden, but we really can’t miss our flight,” Ram insisted. “I wish I could let you sleep in. I’ve already packed all of our things and brought our bags to the hotel foyer. I’ve checked out at the front desk. Here are your sandals and your yellow sundress, I thought you might want to wear them. I also brought you some shampoo, soap and toothpaste. You wanna take a quick shower by the beach? It’s four fourty-five and nobody’s here.” Ram sheepishly handed Arden her toiletries bag. His freshly washed hair dripped water onto the collar of his white polo shirt.
Arden sat up reluctantly. Dawn was still far off. The sky was inky black and studded with stars. Peeking out of the curtains of the beach bed, Arden saw that Ram was right. The beach and pool were completely deserted. She grabbed the zippered white plastic bag and darted to the shower, conveniently located at the entrance to the pool area. It was intended for beachgoers to use so they could rinse off sand and salt before heading to the pool, but Arden thought it looked ideal for her post-coital needs as well.
