Kathy crosses boundaries while on vacation - sex story

Kathy crosses boundaries while on vacation

The sun, its warmth, the sound of ocean waves, the sand and the breeze all let me know I was nowhere near home. As I laid out in the heat and let my skin feel alive once again, I kept my eyes closed and thought about how much I needed this vacation. It was overdue and I mentally made a note not to let it happen again. I had let myself get so deep into work and career that I had come close to burning out.

My life at forty was going well by some standards, but it was also a bit of a mess. On the executive career track at the company, my MBA finally paying off, I was putting in long hours and had paid the price. Several prices actually. My marriage had flamed out when I found my husband cheating two years earlier and the divorce was bitter and costly. Making a lot more money than he did turned out to not be such an advantage after all. Paying him alimony was a constant thorn. I had tried to make time for him, but he never could adjust to my success and had taken to playing around with my money, while I was away on business. When he started playing around the neighbourhood, I was taken aside by an irate husband down the street and the jig was up. The thought that my ex was still having a rollicking good time off of my support, was something I just had to let go. It never seemed to let go. Never having time for children as I worked my way up the ladder, was another price I had paid. Well, at least I wasn't paying child support as well.

At forty, I was still a "fine figure of a woman" as my last boyfriend had said. I had managed to maintain my slim figure with my still firm A-cup breasts. I had a conventionally pretty face and kept my hair short but neatly styled. My last boyfriend thought I was more like thirty in appearance, but he also wouldn't put up with a girlfriend who was gone half the time and tired the other half. Why did the men seem to be able to run the world, have a life and still have energy? Because, I thought, they ran the world but the women did the work. At least it seemed that way at the company. All of my business ideas were taken into consideration, passed up and then came back as some guy's idea that I had to implement. It was one of the costs of doing business. I paid the costs. I did try to work out at least twice a week, and always did so when on the road, as it kept me out of the bars and lounges, with their ever present lounge lizards ready to feed. Admittedly, on the road, I had on a few occasions let some guy seduce me, pretending to not know how they played the game. But that was only after the separation. The sex was all right, and on one very special occasion, an older gentleman showed me what a truly skilled lover can do for a woman.

Slow, rhythmic and sultry thrusts, steady and continuous, for what seemed like hours had given me more deep orgasms than I had believed possible. He had played me like I was a fine violin, effortlessly moving me from position to position, his older, poorly muscled body doing what no young lover had ever done for me. His "old man cock", thick and not all that hard, was massaging in me, not unlike a large and soft toy. Occasionally applying more lube, as I couldn't possibly stay wet for that amount of time, he masterfully gave my vagina a sexual feast, complete with hor's deurves, several entrées and dessert. And when he finally shuddered and stiffened, his penis in to the hilt, his face a grimace almost of pain, he came in me and came, until I thought he was faking but it was real. As he finally withdrew his condom covered penis I could see more semen in it than I might normally see in a month. Ever the gentleman, he took care of it himself, discreetly covering it with some tissue, a quick toss in the waste basket and then kissed and caressed, spoke softly of pleasant things and cuddled as we both drifted off to sleep. Where did the men like this hide in my city?

I lay on the beach, my large towel under me, a bottle of water and sunscreen beside me and the sun above. I was in a two piece suit, but appropriate for my age. The older women at the resort, who liked their Wicked Weasels, seemed a bit, well, like they were trolling. It wasn't specifically a "clothing optional" resort, but several women were tanning with their tops off. Apparently no one made a fuss. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. Today, I would just tan and chill. Footsteps in the sand and I came back. I opened my eyes to the glare of the sun and with my sunglasses helping I could see a couple walking by just below my feet. He was very tanned, like a man who lived in the sun. About mid fifties, grey hair, an enormous diamond on one hand flashing in the sun, and not all that fit, flabby actually. The woman was similarly tanned, her skin prematurely aged, and she had several sparklers flashing. She also had a tiny G string bottom, and no top. Her hips looked ridiculously large for her choice of bikini bottom and her large floppy pendulous breasts moved from side to side as she walked. She was not very attractive, even with the diamonds. The man gave me a long and studied look, slowing his gait as he went by. He raised his eye brows a bit and tilted his head. He obviously liked what he saw. I closed my eyes and waited while he walked away, feeling like I was on display. I was, but I didn't appreciate his leer.

I had been at the resort for three days. The first day I was tired from travel and just rested by the pool. The resort nightlife didn't appeal at all that night and I went to sleep early and alone. The second day, rested and ready, I had walked the beach in the morning letting my life slow to the rhythm of the waves. In the afternoon I went horseback riding at the resort stables and took in a guided ocean ride, letting the horse walk and trot in the water until I was soaked and laughing. Riding bareback in the waves, I could feel the power of the horse, its rigid spine working against my labia and clitoris. Without trying to attract attention I purposely let my body rock as the horse trotted through the ocean, and after several minutes felt an orgasm starting. Trying to maintain facial composure I let it take me and the continued motion of the horse under me brought on another, then a third. God, what was I doing? Thankfully the ocean water had already soaked my shorts so at least my gush of fluids was not apparent. The guide gave me a special smile and I realized that he must have noticed. Then I also realized he had probably seen this daily. No wonder the ocean rides were so popular with women. I wondered how many riders of my gender all hot and bothered from the ride had continued to ride with the guide. None of my business, I thought. What happens on vacation...

That evening, I dressed in a casual sun dress, low heeled sandals and went to the nightclub to let my hair down. I danced, checked out the guys and let several bring me a complimentary drink and considered having a casual sex session. Most of the people there were couples but there were also enough singles to make for a marketplace. I enjoyed the posturing, the flirting and the music. Several times I watched as a woman would flash a breast and the flashing got better as the night and the free alcohol progressed. It seemed like everyone there was in a sexy mood, and I felt myself get caught in it. A couple of young women there were kind of playing a game of truth or dare. As the night went on, the dares became more and more risqué. Flashing breasts gave way to serious dirty dancing and flashes of panties. Most of the men were glued to the show, even if some of the women were unhappy that they were. A young man asked me to dance. As soon as we were on the floor, his hands went to my ass and he held me tight to grind his bulging tented pants to my pubic area. With several drinks on board and with the location, I actually ground back. He beamed at me thinking he just might have a score for the night. I wasn't sure so I just let it continue. He had noticed I was by myself and asked me to sit at his table. I thought, why not, it was part of the entertainment. There were several others there, all younger than me and he seemed the only one unattached. We chatted, laughed, danced and drank. The truth or dare show continued and it became obvious that the two young women had removed their panties. They were getting less and less inhibited and were clutching themselves and rubbing each other, laughing and carrying on as if this was routine. The guys at the table were wide eyed and thoroughly enjoying the performance. The girls made a few catty comments, then got into it and got up and did some dirty dancing as well. It all seemed like fun and even I tried a bit of it, giving the guy a quick drop of my sundress top to expose a bra enclosed breast, and giving him an "oops" childlike look. He smiled and danced behind me, rubbing up to my ass and holding one arm around my middle, let the other run up and down my thigh, finally lifting the dress bottom to flash my lacy ice blue panties.

Back at the table I let him put his hand on my knee and wondered how long he would take to move it closer to the object of his affection. It wasn't long. As one of the now very drunk truth or dare girls was stroking her exposed vulva and the other dropped down to give her some quick oral, he moved up my thigh and under the dress, to run his fingers up and down my pussy. I let him, even to the point of putting my own hand down to move aside the panties. He tried to pretend we weren't making out at the table and did reasonably well. With all eyes on the girl-girl oral show, he put a finger to my now very moist vagina and massaged. I held his hand, pushing it to me firmly and just watched the show. As the crowd cheered on the girls, he worked as well as he could and I felt a thrill and a chill go up my spine. His palm was massaging my hardening clit and I was sure that only a few minutes would produce an orgasm. Unfortunately, the oral show ended fairly quickly and both girls just raised their arms and danced around each other. As faces turned back, he quickly moved his hand to my knee. Yes, I was going to get laid tonight and felt very good about it. It was only then that I asked him his name. "Phil," he said.

"Kathy. Pleased to meet you, Phil."

Another drink, a few more dances, each one more sexual than the last and the guy was almost shaking, he was so turned on. "My room or yours?" he asked his voice husky and urgent. "Mine" I answered. I was reasonably sure he had condoms, but I knew I did and my favourite lube was there as well.

He wasn't able to keep his hands off me as we went up to my suite. I knew everyone at the nightclub was well aware of our intentions. So what? I was on vacation. The sex was a disaster. The guy, about mid twenties, not much taller than me, not very fit and with little knowledge of how to pleasure a woman, seemed so hopeless after the older gentleman lover. His idea of oral was to stick his tongue out and shake his head back and forth over my clit. Where did he learn that? He ignored my breasts, didn't pay any attention to kissing or caressing and seemed bent on getting his rocks off and then getting out. His penis was average length I guessed but slim. It felt okay but nothing like the thicker penis that had pleasured me so well. Despite having a rock hard erection, he felt.....inadequate in me. He came quickly, long before I felt much and lay on his back, panting. After a few minutes, during which I felt cheated, he said, "Give me a few minutes and I'll fuck you some more." So romantic, this one, I thought. I realized he wanted me to deal with the condom so I tried to remove it sensually but he just slipped it off and tossed it aside.

"Suck me hard and I'll really fuck you."

'As if' was all I thought, but I got up, went to the bathroom and returned with a warm damp cloth to clean his semen from his penis. Somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to suck it off of him.

I gave him oral, slowly and sensuously, as best I could, hoping that maybe he would learn something. After about ten minutes of this, he seemed impatient. His penis was almost fully erect and he obviously wanted to get back to fucking. I put a second condom on him and he asked me to "assume the position". Knowing what it meant but irritated at his attitude, I did get on all fours and offered him my back way, after quickly applying a bit of lube to my vagina opening. He quickly started thrusting into me, slapping his hips against my cheeks. After about one half of a minute he was bucking at me like a high school kid.

"Fuck, this is good. Fuck, you have an ass!" With that he withdrew and put the head of his penis to my ass and pushed roughly. Damn, but this guy was a jerk! My ass didn't take him of course, and it hurt.

"Stop, not like that", was all I said and turned over. I was okay with anal, but not like this.

I was about to tell him how to do it properly when he said, "I thought all you older women loved it up the ass. What's wrong with you?"

That was it. "Get out, right now." I got up, went to the closet and put on my robe. He was still on the bed.

"Cock teasing bitch," he muttered and got up, put on his pants and glared at me. "Fuck! My first older piece of ass and you turn out to be a fucking cock teasing cunt!" After several more outbursts of crude vindictive he left, leaving the door open. I closed and locked it, leaned back against it and tilted my head back against the door and let my breathing slow. It was absolutely the worst sexual experience I had ever had. I showered, and paying particular attention to washing away any trace of him from my unfulfilled pussy, I just seethed.

"Fucking little shit head" I muttered and got out of the shower. Masturbating was out of the question. I was too angry. I poured a drink from my supply and sat in the easy chair, wearing only the robe, put my feet up and picked up the TV remote.

I turned on the set, went to movies, adult movies and then the selection. It was extensive. I seldom watched porn but it seemed like a release. I picked a title and watched the usual array of porn offerings. Huge tits, amazing cock, blow, fuck and the requisite cream on her face. Gangbang with the girl drenched in cum. Two guys, one girl and the inevitable double entry scene. Two massive cocks, stretching both pussy and ass, the girl moaning in ecstatic pleasure. Two girls, one guy, who fucks like a machine on overdrive. The inevitable girl-girl scene with two women, in make up, serious hair and loads of jewellery, skanky clothes and high heels, who never seem to take off the heels. At least the women seem to be okay at giving each other oral. And finally, the two ended dildo scene with both women having endless orgasms.

Porn made, produced and directed by men, for the male audience. No wonder the guy I had kicked out earlier was so bad.

Two drinks, more porn and I was finally ready to sleep. Almost mechanically I massaged my self to an orgasm and fell asleep. I awoke in the morning with a headache, vague memories of disturbing dreams and a renewed appreciation for decent lovers. Another quick shower, breakfast by the pool and now I was on the beach.

Knowing I was likely to run into the guy who was such a disappointment, I considered how to handle any negative comments. "You're an immature jerk" seemed to work.

In the afternoon, I decided to get out of the resort and explore. The surrounding area was considered safe, if you weren't looking for trouble and didn't stay past sundown. I walked through a market, admiring the locally made crafts. A beautiful wrap caught my eye. I put it on and admired myself in a mirror. Only minor bargaining so as to not look too stupid and it was mine. The older teen girl at the table smiled and said, "It was made for you, Senorita." I smiled back. Instead of putting it in a bag, I decided to wear it as a sash and walked away. Some more looking at jewellery, clothing, leather goods and I was ready to walk back to the resort. To my surprise, the table where I purchased the wrap was now being looked after by an older woman and the younger one was not there. As I walked out of the market, a hand took mine. It was the girl.

"My aunt was pleased at how much you paid, Senorita. She let me go early." She smiled again and I smiled back, touched by her child like innocence. She walked with me and chatted about her aunt, how she worked at the table sometimes and what school was like. She looked to be about late teens but acted younger. She had a child like manner that made me think she might just be handicapped in some way. She was treating me like we were old friends, instead of strangers who just met. I chatted with her, wondering if it was appropriate to be walking her away from her aunt.

"You are a very nice girl, but don't you think you should be getting back to your aunt?"

"No, Senorita, I can play now until I want to go home." She had yet to let go of my hand and I felt like I was walking with a child of eight, not an older teenager.

"You are from the resort, Senorita? I have never been. It is for," she paused, thinking of the word, "from away..."

"Tourists?" I offered.

"Si... you know." She was really not mentally a teenager. That was obvious. "Can you show me the resort?" Her eyes beamed like a child on Christmas morning.

"Don't you think we should ask your aunt? She will worry."

"No, I come back later. She will know." I thought 'what harm then' and we walked the distance to the resort chatting like school girls. She was very pretty, big bright eyes and a wonder about the world I almost hoped would never go away. Her hand was still clutching mine.

"What is your name," I asked.

"Isabella, "she said.

"I'm Kathy."

We walked around the resort and her eyes grew bigger. She had obviously never seen swimming pools, manicured lawns, gleaming bright buildings and resort staff in crisp white and red uniforms. "Your room, Senorita, which one is it?"

"Would you like to see it'" I asked, enjoying her banter and happiness.

"Oh...please, yes." And we went to the room, her eyes registering a bit of confusion at the elevator. When the door opened and we were on a different floor, she clapped her hands. I opened my door and we went in, the room immaculate after the housekeeping staff had been through. She walked around, wide eyed at the room with a large bed, comfortable furniture and carpeting. "Senorita, you must be a princess."

"No," I laughed, "just another tourist." There was bottled water on the desk and I opened a bottle and poured her a glass. She took it and sipped hesitantly, then smiled when she recognized water. There were many things here new to her. We continued to chat and I found it hard to picture an older teenager when she was so much younger inside. Her body was slim. Her hips were narrow but not childish. Her breasts were slightly bigger than mine and plainly not surrounded by a bra. They were firm and self-supporting, as if they were just swelling. She was wearing a simple skirt and a tee shirt that was partially covered by a traditional native vest. Her long black hair shone in the sunlight. She really was a beautiful young woman, an older teen going on eight. I wondered what her life would be like.

"Are you hungry at all," I asked.

She looked around and said, "yes, but there is no kitchen."

I gave a little laugh and said," That isn't a problem. We can just call for some food." She looked sceptical but nodded. I got out the room service menu and asked, "How about some dinner." It was about five in the afternoon.

"But what is there here?" she asked. I gave her the menu but it was quickly apparent she couldn't read it.

"How about some pizza?" I asked, thinking that would be a safe bet.

"What is pizza?" was the reply.

I smiled again and said, "You will like it." I called and ordered the pizza, some salad and a bottle of chilled white wine for me and milk for her. When the food arrived she was ecstatic. She liked the pizza and was hungry, eating most of it while I had some salad and sipped the wine.

When she was done she simply said, "Pizza...I like it".

Taking the wine and my glass, I sat in the chair, put my feet up and without a word, she sat on my lap and curled up like a child. She was slim, so her weight wasn't uncomfortable, but she was taller than a child and had to pull up her knees. She settled in and closed her eyes. In minutes her breathing was slow and steady. She was asleep. I held her in my arms and stroked her hair. The teen child adjusted her posture a bit and resettled. I felt almost like a mother. Not quite, but close. I felt warmth from her and it was penetrating my body. Her hip was right over my vulva and I could feel her warmth penetrate to that as well. With her knees drawn up tight, I could see her panties, thin and washed out, a bit small for her now. The fabric was stretched tight over her labia and I could see a definite slit between the lips. 'Camel toe' I thought to myself and inwardly blushed at my desire to gaze.

Almost unconsciously I moved my pelvis to feel her against me. It felt like heaven and I caught myself. I was getting wet! The teen child was turning me on! I sat and slowly rocked my pelvis, enjoying the delicious sensations. The girl was sound asleep as I rocked slowly for several minutes. I put one hand to my breast and massaged my nipple. The combination of sensation took me closer to release and I closed my eyes and imagined her giving me oral sex, her mouth and tongue delighting me. The orgasm built and I tried not to move very much but my pelvic gyration increased as I sought out my climax. Pursing my lips to not make a sound, I felt the wash of pleasure flood up from my pelvis to sweep over me. God, it was good! I involuntarily shuddered a few times and she stirred.

Her eyes opened and there was a moment of confusion and fear as she didn't recognize the surroundings. I squeezed her hand and said, "It's all right. You are safe with me".

She was more awake now and her fear was gone, replaced by contentment. Her eyes were open but she seemed far away. She slowly came back and looked up at me, smiling. "I think it's time to take you back home." She nodded and got up. We walked back to the market, her hand in mine. This time there was less chat, but it just felt better that way. As I walk away from her at the market I was hoping to be with her again.

That evening, I gave the nightclub a pass and walked along the beach, thinking about what had happened. I felt no shame or remorse. The girl was unaware and not harmed in any way. I was at peace with the fulfilled desires I had felt. There was a certain concern over my fantasy to have the girl participate, but I really hadn't done anything that untoward, so I passed it off to hidden desire and put the concern aside.

Back in my room, I thought about how to fill the rest of the evening. The thought of my orgasm with the girl got me thinking about porn and I turned on the TV and went through the adult movie selection until I found one that seemed to be all girls. Sitting back with another glass of wine, I watched as the movie unfolded. Unlike most porn, this one actually seemed to have a plot. A woman, recently divorced, finding herself exploring same sex affairs. I smiled. It could have been me. After a scene in which she is seduced by a co-worker and a scene in which she goes to a women's gym and seduces someone else, it switched to her home. A teen girl comes to the door and the woman invites her in and seduces her. The actress portraying the teen didn't look to be of legal age to be in a porn film, but that just added to my excitement. The scene was long, tender and sweet. No toys, high heels or skanky outfits, just tender sweet exploring, kissing and caressing, with gentle passionate sex and when the teen started to give the woman oral sex, I was taken. I imagined it was my self and the teen child. I massaged my self and timed it so the older actress and my self came together. I closed my eyes and imagined the girl between my legs, looking up and smiling.

That night, I tossed and turned as I dreamt of sex. Sex with guys, sex with the girl, tender and soft. I even dreamed of anal sex with the older gentleman. Somehow he got his thick penis into me, giving me the most incredibly sexual anal sensations I had never experienced and I shuddered and came in my dream. I woke up and realized that I had come. I hadn't climaxed during a dream for at least a decade. This vacation was definitely good for me. With a hand between my legs, softly massaging myself, I drifted back to sleep.

In the morning, after breakfast, I went to the resort gym and did a workout. There were several other people there and I found my self eying the women, checking out bodies and mentally undressing them. I thought about the porn scene at a gym, but I knew I didn't have the courage to try and get it on with any of these real life women. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. I showered at the gym and gave myself a quickie as I fantasized about one of the women I had seen there. As I started to climax, my fantasy switched to the teen girl and I shuddered and came hard, my mind seeing her spread for me, my mouth devouring her young femininity. Back at my room, I changed into my two piece and wearing my new wrap, went to the beach. As I applied the sun screen, I hesitated just a few seconds, then took off the top, applied some screen to my breasts and lay down. The soft ocean breeze on my breasts felt wonderful. I thought about what the breeze would feel like if I took off the bottom as well. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. With my eyes closed, I just let my mind drift, relaxing and feeling the heat of the sand under me and the sunshine on my breasts. I lay like that for some time and drifted off into a nap.

I awoke to the sound of someone sitting down beside me. It was Mr. Disappointment. Instinctively I put an arm across my breasts and sat up. I reached for the wrap and covered up. "You don't have to do that. I've already seen everything." He was smiling and seemed to be unaware of how badly he had treated me. "I want to apologize for the other night. I'm sorry about the names. I was drunk".

So he did remember. And he wasn't that drunk, just rude and immature. "I really don't want to talk to you. You were horrible to me and if you think we're going to try it again, you're dreaming. So please just leave me alone."

He scowled and got up, muttering, "Cock teasing bitch", he walked off.

"Fuck you" I muttered to myself, not wanting him to hear me and carry on with more vile insults. I tried to relax again but it was hard. The jerk had really ruined my day. Deciding not to give him the satisfaction, I applied screen to my back and legs and lay on my stomach, forcing myself to mentally slow down. I listened to the sound of the waves and my breathing got deeper and more even. I relaxed and thought about the good things in life. Like older gentlemen and young girls. The warmth on my back felt sublime and I drifted off.

That afternoon I avoided the market, not wanting to appear too interested in the girl. I took a bus tour and just played tourist for that day. At dinner I was seated with a man who looked a bit older than me. He told me his name was Kurt. We chatted and the conversation was free and easy. I told him I had been divorced for two years and that this was my first vacation in a long time. He told me he was recovering from the death of his wife, who six months earlier had succumbed to cancer. I had no way of deciding if he was being honest or just looking for a woman to be sympathetic and offer sexual condolences. He was wearing a wedding ring. I asked him about that and instead of answering, he took out his wallet, got out a picture and showed it to me. An emaciated woman, with tubes all around her sat in a hospital bed, the man by her side and somehow smiling for the camera.

"Unless I ever get married again, this ring stays put." He smiled at me, but a calm, determined smile, as if saying, 'Don't ever doubt me again.' I didn't feel guilty about asking after the ring, but I did feel a twinge of sorrow for the man. He obviously had loved his wife and now she was gone. We continued to talk, but something was missing. It wasn't the same.

Finally I said, "You must be very lonely." I wasn't trying to pick him up. I just felt that he was struggling and I wanted him to know I cared.

"It has been hard, but I'm doing okay. Thank you for being my dinner companion. Perhaps we can do this again."

I smiled and said, "Yes, I'd like that." He got up, excused himself and put out his hand. I took it and we gave each other a squeeze, then he walked away. He looked misty eyed and I was sure he was trying not to cry.

That evening was Polynesian night at the club. Hawaiian shirts, leis, grass skirts and even coconut shell bras were available to be worn, if desired. I considered it and thought it might be fun, as long as Mr. Disappointment stayed away from me. I took a grass skirt and then after a moments hesitation, a coconut bra. Back in my room, I took off everything but my panties and put on the outfit. After fiddling with the bra, adjusting the strings, I got it to fit reasonably well and went to the club.

Mai Tais, chi-chis and beer flowed like water. Nearly everyone there was dressed in some variation of a Polynesian theme. The coconut bra was uncomfortable but I smiled and danced with the various men who asked. The grass skirt was itchy and hot, but I liked the way it swayed with my movements. I was sitting at a table with several unattached women and we laughed, drank and watched the crowd. Several of them had a guy picked out for a bed partner that evening and made their plays to nab them.

"Who do you want to take to bed tonight?" asked one of the women, her eyes large with anticipation.

"I really haven't got a guy in mind. Maybe someone will catch my eye." She was dressed like me, her larger breasts a little confined in the coconut shells. Her name was Sarah. She appeared to be about my age, and was rather good looking. I was hoping to see my dinner companion. Not so much to sleep with him, but just to continue talking and maybe dance with him.

The woman smiled and said, "Well, if you can't find a guy you like, I'll keep you company." I must have shown some surprise, even with my thoughts about checking out the women at the gym. She put her hand on my thigh and said, "I'm not a lesbian. But I don't like sleeping alone."

Her hand felt good. I put my hand on hers and gave it a very slight squeeze. Not really being brave enough to accept her offer right then, I said, "There's a guy I met that I don't see here. "

She smiled again, gave my thigh a firmer squeeze and said, "I understand. I'm in the market for a guy as well. But I meant what I said." Just then a couple of guys came up and asked us both to dance. They were both younger than us. While I danced with one, he looked me over very thoroughly, like he was deciding whether to buy me. I felt annoyed at his attitude. He was reminding me of Mr. Disappointment.

"Got a question for you" He raised his eyebrows as if he were about to offer me a sweet deal. "My buddy and I have been looking you two over. Care to have a foursome with us? We'd love to have you two stay with us tonight."

The thought of being the two guy's sex toy for the night was revolting. "Well actually, I have made other arrangements. Thanks, anyway."

"Well, if it doesn't work out, let me know. You look pretty good in that outfit," and he walked away. I prayed that the other woman, if she'd been asked, had said no. She had been asked and she had said no.

"Getting double fucked by those two? I don't think so," and laughed. After a few more drinks and a few dances, one with my new friend Sarah, I was almost hoping my dinner companion wouldn't appear. I was beginning to look forward to having sex with another woman. I hadn't done that since college.

At the table we chatted like old friends, touching each other and laughing together as we watched the various hook up attempts play out. "Watch this," she said. "That girl with the long blonde hair over there, she's been after that body builder type all night." We had watched earlier as the two of them had checked each other out. "She's going to make a move soon. I can just feel it." She was right. Blonde and builder were heading out on the dance floor.

"Dirty dancing time," I said.

Sarah just nodded and then added, "The guy must be on steroids. Maybe his nuts have shrunk." We both burst out laughing. Blonde didn't waste too much time. She got behind builder and wrapping her arms around him, humped up and down his ass. He let her carry on and she moved a hand down to go for his package. She moved her hand up and down openly masturbating him. When she stopped, he turned around. She did as well and he humped her ass and went for her vulva. He had to get his hand through the grass skirt first. He must have liked what he felt because his eyes lit up and he beamed. Sarah and I looked at each other and said in unison, "No panties," and again burst into laughter.

I was feeling warm inside and the thought of sleeping with Sarah was making me moist. I was sitting very close to her and leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I'd love to keep you company tonight."

She shivered, not from cold and whispered back, "I was hoping you would." The other women at the table seemed oblivious to our plans. Two had already left with guys and the other two were still flirting and chatting up their prospects. Mr. Disappointment walked up and asked me to dance. I looked at him and said, "I don't want to dance with an immature jerk like you. I told you to leave me alone. Now get lost."

He scowled again and looked at Sarah. "How about you, care to show a young guy a thing or two?"

She burst out laughing and said with a false politeness, "No thanks, but come back when you've grown up."

He went red with anger and almost lost it. "I wouldn't want to fuc.." He stopped in mid insult. One of the guys that had been chatted up by one of the remaining women had walked over and hearing the exchange, had put a warning hand on his shoulder. Disappointment spun around and looked up at the guy, several inches taller and much bigger than he was.

"Just apologize and walk away," said the guy, in a voice that wasn't going to take no for an answer. Mr. Disappointment tried to go around but the guy just put his hand to his neck and squeezed. His eyes were boring into the now frightened smaller man, who turned and mumbled, "Sorry, I've been drinking. It won't happen again."

The bigger guy released his neck and Mr. Disappointment got out of the nightclub, without looking back. The woman that had been after the bigger man looked at him like he was Superman and said, "You were wonderful." Her eyes were wide open and she got up, took his hand and led him out the door.

"You know that prick?" asked Sarah. I just looked at her and said, "I'll tell you later." Now there was only one unattached woman at the table. She didn't know that Sarah and I were hooking up. The guy she had been eying came over and asked, "What was that all about?"

"I'm not sure. Want to dance?" He grinned and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor.

"That's our cue," said Sarah and stood up. I got up and together we walked out. "Want to come to my room," I asked. "Yes, but let me get out of this ridiculous outfit."

"Okay," I said, "Room 412. I'll be waiting." Sarah gave me a quick kiss and her hand went to one of my coconut shells.

"I won't be long," she said and walked away. I went to my room, got out of the grass skirt and coconut bra. 'What should I wear' I asked myself. I quickly ran through my choices and picked out my sexiest panty and bra set, put on a simple skirt that flattered my butt and a blouse that was slightly see through. I giggled to myself. 'She's only going to take it all off'. I checked my hair, applied another hint of my perfume and I was ready. At the knock on the door, I felt myself getting a chill of excitement. My moist vagina was now wet. I opened the door.

Sarah had put on an outfit remarkably similar to my own. We looked at each other and laughed together. We were both a bit nervous and Sarah asked if I had anything to drink. I had a bottle of red wine in the cabinet and took it out. Sarah said, "Lovely," and stepped forward to take me in her arms and kiss me.

The bottle didn't get opened. We stood there, kissing, lip locking and running hands over each other. The pressure of her breasts against mine was heaven. I had forgotten how good it was to feel a powerful sexual attraction for another woman. My hands ran down her back, over her butt and her thighs. She almost gasped as my hand moved under her skirt, between her legs and up to her panty covered ass. It felt so good, so real, and so sensual. She did the same to me and I did gasp as her hand went to my ass and a finger massaged my lips. I shifted my feet to give her better access and she got her finger under my panty and went for my vagina. It was so wet that she had no problem getting a finger tip in. Curling the finger, pulled a bit and I gasped again. We started undressing each other, still kissing and fondling. We were like over sexed teenagers, opening buttons, fumbling with bra closures and in a minute we were both nude. We made a dive for the bed and started serious exploration of each other. Her breasts were full and soft, her hair smelled of apples and her perfume was intoxicating. We rolled around, hands to the other's vulvas, breasts, butts and we kissed and sucked each other all over our overheated bodies.

We settled into a sixty-nine position and gave each other several orgasms, she on top for a few minutes, then rolling over so I was on top. Her mouth and tongue played my clit like it was her profession. She entered my vagina with her fingers and sought out my G Spot. I did the same and we gave each other several more pelvic twisting deep vaginal orgasms. I was clutching her, my arms holding her tight as she made me come and come until I was moaning and groaning in sheer ecstasy. I got her on her back, spread her legs and settled in to give the same pleasures.

My mouth and tongue kissed and sucked her clit, her labia and her thighs as I worked her G spot with two fingers. It was an orgy for two. No toys, no condoms, no male participation, just pure lust between two women who really wanted to fuck each other silly. For about an hour we fucked each other and didn't say a word, except for the words of passion as we each came and let our hearts say what we really wanted to say.

After she had given me my umpteenth orgasm, I rolled onto my back and said, "Stop. I need to take a break." She lay beside me, a hand over my vulva, massaging gently.

"Yes. Me too." And we lay there, exhausted and spent. After I caught my breath, I rolled over and looked at her sweat covered body, her womanly breasts and I put an arm over her and sighed. She snuggled in close and we just lay in each others arms, occasionally kissing, and looking in each others eyes. I hadn't had sex like that since....I had never had sex like that. Sarah was the most skilled lover I had ever had. The older gentleman had fucked me beautifully, but Sarah had fucked me until I couldn't take any more. This was animal passion. This was lust at its finest. I smelled of perfume, mine and hers, and of sweat and sex. My vaginal fluids and my sweat were all over her. And hers were all over me. The sheets were damp with it. My vagina was tingling and my clit was warm and a bit tender. I was never so happy in all my life.

After what seemed like an hour of gentle holding, I felt the urge to pee. I got up, stretched like I had been asleep for days and walked to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my makeup was streaked and my skin was still glistening with sweat and her fluids. I peed and thought about what had happened. 'It was wonderful,' was all I could come up with. Sarah came in, sat on the toilet and peed as well. She looked at me, smiled and said, " We need a shower."

We showered together, soaping each other, washing each others hair, running the wash cloth over the other's body, rinsed off the suds and got out. We towelled each other's hair, wrapped ourselves in the plush robes in the closet and sat in the room. We both had a towel around our heads and we both stretched out in the chairs and looked like two cats that had each caught a canary.

Sarah put one leg over the armrest, exposing herself without a trace of embarrassment. Her freshly washed pubic hair, trimmed and neat was eye candy. "I'm hungry," she said. I giggled and put a hand to my vulva. "No, I mean I'm hungry for food, you little nymphomaniac." I smiled and got out the room service card. I had a momentary thought that it was the teen child sitting exposed and I remembered the climax I had as she sat in my lap.

I handed Sarah the card and asked, "What would you like?" She looked it over.

"I'm really hungry. How about steak sandwiches?" I nodded and picked up the phone and ordered two steak sandwiches, Caesar salad and some veggies.

"Shall I open the wine?"

While sipping the wine and waiting for the food, I told her about my disaster with Mr. Disappointment. When I told her about his attempt to fuck me in the ass and his words of derision, Sarah said, "He actually said that? Christ...what a little peckerhead."

Then I told her about meeting him on the beach and his comments as he walked away. "Little prick should have his nuts removed," Sarah commented. "Take his genes out of the pool."

The food arrived and we both attacked it. I was truly famished. Sarah had depleted a lot of energy. We told each other our life's stories as we ate and drank. She was divorced, like me, lived in a state far from mine and was working at a hospital as a social worker. She had one daughter, who lived with her and was now at her mother's, while she took this vacation. She admitted that as much as she didn't like to sleep alone, it was the way she slept almost every night. She had gone through several boyfriends since her marriage failed, but none of them seemed like husband and father material.

I asked her if she had a special girlfriend. She said she did, and that the two of them had an understanding. They got together for sex but would end it the minute a decent guy came along. "No you wouldn't," I said and she laughed.

"You're probably right. As much as I want a guy in my bed, there is something about women that I crave."

"No bullshit," I offered and she burst out laughing.

"I think you nailed it. No bullshit."

After we finished the midnight snack, we got ready for bed, gave each other one more slow and sensuous hand massage orgasm and fell asleep in each others arms.

I slept soundly, and woke up in the morning, one hand cupping her breast and the other between my legs. I wasn't wet but I knew that wouldn't last very long. I gave myself a few strokes and moved a leg to open my self to some calm masturbation. Sarah was sleeping soundly. I gently played with my labia and felt a sense of sexual freedom that I hadn't felt for a long time. A finger tip probed my now moist vagina and I slowly finger fucked myself. My hand at Sarah's breast caressed and she stirred.

I took my hand away, not wanting to wake her. She moved a bit, resettled and was again deep in sleep. I used the free hand to play with my own nipple and stroked and teased my clit. In no hurry, I played with myself for about ten wonderful minutes, letting the sensations fill me and delighting in masturbating next to my sleeping lover. As the climax approached, I had to control myself, trying to hold still. It was hard, but as I started to come I was able to not move. The orgasm felt so smooth and warm, lasting several seconds and then with more clit massage it grew again, building and I rocked my hips, gritting my teeth and melted. I lay there with my soaking wet hand over myself and Sarah stirred again.

She opened her eyes, looked at me with a puzzled frown and then she must have remembered where she was and why she was there. She stretched like a cat and went to kiss me. Her hand went for my vulva and feeling the wetness, smiled and said, "Good morning. I see you're off to a good start. Let me pee and I'll join you."

I laughed. "I need to pee as well. I haven't been up yet." We both got up and holding hands went to the bathroom.

"You first," said Sarah.

"Thanks," I said. My bladder ready to burst after the double orgasm. As I sat and peed, Sarah gazed at me like she was sizing up her next meal, which was fine with me. I got up, she sat down and sighed, letting her bladder empty.

"How did you sleep," I asked.

"Like a baby," she relied. "I woke up in the middle of the night, saw you sleeping like an angel and just had to come. So I did."

I laughed. "I know exactly how you felt."

Back in the bed, she laid me down and made slow, luxurious love to me. I was lost in the pleasure, coming again and again. With very expert fingers, she massaged my G spot to three multi orgasmic, pelvis twisting, and hip grinding climaxes. After the third, I had to pull her hand away.

"No more. I'm dying here. Fuck, but do you do that well." I lay back panting, my legs splayed. Sarah gave my vagina one last tongue probe and a wet, sucking kiss. "Don't leave me. Stay here and love me forever," I said, meaning it.

She moved up to cuddle and said, "Share and share alike," then lay back, put a pillow under her head and spread her legs, awaiting my efforts to please her.

"Oh yes," I said. "Thank you for asking," and moved down to her heavenly scented pussy. A deep musky scent, not fresh but not unpleasant at all. Very intoxicating, actually. I gazed at her femininity, open to me and licking my lips, moved in to feed on her.

She was a bit bigger than me. About the same height but more padded. I was on the slim side with small breasts and almost adolescent labia. She was more womanly. Her labia were bigger, her clit more prominent and her breasts were easily three times the size of mine. C-cup to my A-cup. I started slow, sucking on her labia, pulling them with my mouth, stroking her clit shaft with my tongue. I ran my hands up and down her soft inner thighs. I kissed her clit, her thighs and teased her with the tip of my tongue. I wanted her to feel as treasured as she had made me feel. When I felt she was almost getting frustrated, I started on her clit in earnest.

Her vagina was dripping. She was really, really turned on. I gave her two clit climaxes and then went for her vagina. Toying with it, moving a finger around, exploring but avoiding her G spot, I sensed her desire for a deep, deep orgasm. I then did my best on her G and in a few minutes her pelvis was rocking, her moans getting louder and I pressed into her G a bit harder.

She was moaning louder now. After a few wonderful deep groans she started talking. "Oh my god, fuck that thing. Fuck that thing...shit...shit....," and I did. With two fingers in her vagina and both on her G, I massaged it the way I loved to have my own massaged. She was gasping now and her skin was wet with sweat. Her hips started to do the G spot dance and in a few more seconds she started to come. Her thighs clamped down on herself. My hand, still there, was squeezed and I struggled to keep up the G pressure.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck....JEZZASSSS..., JESUS...H...CHRIST!!," and she collapsed back on the bed, her body stiff for a few seconds, then spasmed, jerked and was coming. Her pelvic muscles rippled around my fingers and she was hissing out air in a long primal growl. She gasped in air and growled again. Then she lay still, gasping for breath, covered in sweat. I pressed against her G and she clamped down to force another. A second later, spasms shook her body again.

I waited until I was sure she was ready and I pressed in again, massaging firmly. My mouth was locked over her clitoris and my tongue was pushing and stroking. Sarah was arching her back and her pelvis was doing the Slow Tahitian. "Oh God...oh God...oh God..." and she was coming yet again. Out came my fingers and I was covering her vagina with my mouth, my tongue in as deep as I could force it. God, but did that woman taste good.

She was flushed from head to toe. She was mumbling, "Oh my God, oh my God...Oh my fucking, fucking God..." I was amazed at the power of her orgasm and surprised that it was me who had been able to do that to her.

Her eyes stayed closed for a moment. Her hand was caressing her vulva, as if to comfort her own throbbing, overloaded vagina. With her eyes still closed, she sank into the bed, her body relaxed and calm. "Where have you been all my life," she asked. "That was the best fucking orgasm I've ever had. It almost hurt, it was so hard. I thought I was going to explode. Fuck, I think I did".

I felt fluid dripping off my hand. I had never experienced another woman's ejaculation. The sheets under her showed a wet spot that was truly impressive. I put my hand to her face and she saw her fluids. "Shit, I did explode. Doesn't happen very often, but it just did. Fuck, you're good for me."

I leaned down and locked my lips to hers. Our sweat covered bodies slid over each other as we rubbed together, my small firmer breasts sliding over he larger soft ones. Our legs intertwined and we pushed our selves into each other, trying to massage clit against clit. A little position adjustment and we were. Humping each other, I felt a climax start. It was so primal...so good...so Goddamned awesome. Woman against woman. Clit against clit. Sucking faces and breasts, we revelled in the raw sexual lust. I came and then she did. We pressed together again, humped like there was no tomorrow and we both came again. With lips still locked, more humping and a final shuddering joint climax, we held each other and panted.

"Christ but you're a little nympho, Kathy," she said, her eyes wide with appreciation.

"Look who's talking," I shot back and we both giggled and then were laughing. We looked at each other and then kissed again, full and passionate. "We should have breakfast," I said. "We'll need the energy for later."

She looked doubtful. "If we live that long," she said and we both burst out laughing again.

We order room service breakfasts and then showered together. As the sweat and the sex wetness washed away, I felt reinvigorated. As Sarah shampooed my hair, I felt that having this woman as my lover would be a dream come true. I held her from behind and we slowly rocked together. I put one hand to her vulva and she covered it and held it there. I wasn't thinking more orgasms, just tender and comforting touch.

I did her hair and she did mine. We rinsed off and then towelled while smiling at each other like conspiratorial schoolgirls. Sarah used the blow drier and waved it at me playfully. She ran the hot air over my nipples and then my vulva. I turned around and bent over the counter, my back arched and my legs parted. "Hummm..." I murmured as she directed the air to my ass. I had never before done something like that in front of either man or woman but with Sarah, it just felt right. 'This woman is good for me,' I thought.

We waited for breakfast to arrive. Sarah was in a robe. I had a towel around my body and another around my hair. There was a knock at the door and Sarah let in the young lady with the breakfast cart. She placed the trays on the table and looked at us. She must have known I was in the room as a single, so she knew that Sarah and I had slept together. Sarah figured out the young lady's thoughts and opened her robe. "It's alright," she said." She couldn't resist my big tits." The young lady blushed and momentarily stared at Sarah's nudeness.

"Go for it," was all she said and walked out of the room.

I shot a wide eyed glare at Sarah, who laughed and said, "Well, you couldn't resist, could you?" At that I had to laugh and we started in on the food.

"Have you got anything planned today," I asked.

"I'm booked for horse back riding. Trail ride, then a trot in the ocean," she replied.

"I did that," I said. "I came three times."

"No shit," she said. "So it really works?"

"God yes! No wonder real ladies are supposed to ride side saddle."

"To hell with that. I'm going to straddle that horse bareback and come four times."

We giggled and I said, "Want me to book it as well?"

Her eyes lit up. "Yes," she said. "We can have a coming contest. No cheating. Only count the real thing." At that we both burst into gales of laughter. God, this woman was really good for me.

We finished breakfast, sat and chatted for a while. I called the booking clerk and signed up for the trail ride and ocean show. There were several hours before we were to be at the stable. "Hit the beach?" Sarah asked.

Sunshine and relaxing sounded good. "Lovely," I said. "I'll meet you at the beach, then." Sarah got dressed, kissed me fully on the lips, gave my exposed vulva a quick treat and walked out the door.

I got into my two-piece and thought about getting something more revealing. I got my new wrap, some sunscreen and a bottle of water. Putting on my sunglasses, I left the room and went to the beach shop. As I entered, the young lady at the counter smiled at me. "Good morning," she said.

"Yes it is a good morning," I replied. "Time for me to get with the program. I need a bikini. A real hot one." I took off my wrap to show her the conservative two-piece.

"A really hot one? " she asked.

"As hot as you can give me." The girl raised her eyebrows, a bit sceptical but said, "Well, with your body, what you want is something like this." She took a wisp of a Wicked Weasel and showed it to me. It was white, mostly string and had cups only a little larger than the size of postage stamps. "When it's wet, it gets...."

"Transparent?" I finished.

She nodded. "Pretty much." She eyed my body again, took one that she thought would fit and said, "Try it on." I went into the fitting room and feeling like a schoolgirl on prom night, took off my now seemingly puritan two-piece and slipped on the Wicked Weasel. The bottom was basically a G string and the top covered less than half my breasts. My ass was going to be on full display. I went out and the girl looked at me critically.

She pulled at the bottom."Just making sure it's tight enough. I think you need one size smaller." I thought it fit well, but she was the expert. She pulled at the top, adjusted the spaghetti straps and said, "Perfect up top." She handed me a second bottom.

Instead of going into the fitting room, I just impulsively slipped off the first and stepped into the second. The mesh cloth over my vulva hugged me and I saw a distinct camel toe. Thank God I was neatly trimmed or pubic hair would have been visible. It held me tight and I was sure that walking in it was going to stimulate me. The girl was right. This bottom was perfect. The girl showed no reaction to my display. She smiled at me with open eyes. "Does it feel good on you?"

"God yes. It feels like sex on the beach." I paid for it and went looking for Sarah.

She was on the beach, looking for me. "Sorry I'm late," I said in apology. "I stopped at the beach shop to get a new bikini." I took off the wrap and pirouetted.

"Lordy, lordy, look who's a beach nympho. Are you sure it's legal?"

I giggled and said, "It seemed like a good idea. With this thing, I can almost get an all over tan."

"Kathy, with that thing, you're going to get more than an all over tan. You're going to get gang banged right here on the beach."

"Promises, promises," I said and blushed a bit.

Sarah was in a more traditional bikini, which did flatter her larger breasts and womanly curves. It covered most of her ass and gave her a beautiful cleavage. There was no camel toe. The thicker fabric prevented that. She looked at me in the skimpy Wicked Weasel and said, "Maybe I should have a look around the beach shop." We went back to get Sarah a new bikini.

The young lady looked at the two of us entering the shop. "I want to keep up with Kathy, little Miss Beach Bunny here. What have you got that will make the guys look at me instead of her?"

The girl smiled and said," That depends on how brave you are."

"Braver than Little Miss Sunday School, and with my tits, you should be able to have them drooling." The girl must have been used to women talking like that in her shop. She looked at Sarah carefully.

"Turn around," she said. Sarah did. The girl eyed Sarah's back, her butt and said, "Okay, turn around again. Bra size?"

"I wear 36C but only to make them stand out. I'm actually closer to D." The girl looked at her bikini covered breasts and said, "Step into the back. I'll need to see you out of the bikini." Sarah gave me a wicked grin and said, "Only if she is there to keep me safe." We all laughed and went into the back.

Sarah slipped out of her bikini and stood nude. The girl eyed her now unsupported breasts and looked at her hips and legs, then motioning Sarah to turn, she appraised her ass and thighs. "I know just the thing. You have a bit of asymmetry. Your breasts are a bit larger than what you might normally see for a woman with your hips."

"Tell me about it," I said.

"Keep out of this, you nasty little nympho," Sarah said with a serious leer. "Let the woman do her job. Better yet, leave us alone and I'll catch up with you in an hour or so."

"Don't mind her," I said to the girl. "Sarah is a little out of sorts. She hasn't been laid since breakfast."

The girl blushed at that one and Sarah just said, "Well get out of here and let the woman do me. I mean do her job." I winked at the girl and went out front. The girl followed me and was flushed.

"She doesn't really...I mean....would she....?"

"Yes," I said looking serious. "She would." I was only half joking.

The girl seemed a bit rattled. "Does she really want me to...I mean...to give her....like....sex?"

"Well, if you do, she'll be very grateful. But only if you want to. A quickie would be all she's looking for. I'll help if you want." I had no idea where this type of attitude and language was coming from. I was so in lust with Sarah that it just came out. I was half joking and half serious. No, I was hoping the girl and I would fuck Sarah together.

The girl looked at me in my Wicked Weasel that she had fitted and her breathing quickened. She was obviously thinking of Sarah, nude and available. She seemed torn between propriety and lust. Then she made her decision. She went to the front door, locked it and put up a sign. 'Back at noon.' She looked at me with nervous anticipation. I took her hand. "Let's go and fuck Sarah."

The girl was about twenty. She was in tight fitting short shorts, a golf shirt and sandals. She looked delicious. She was attractive, had long blonde hair in a pony tail and her breasts pressed against the shirt. We walked into the back. Sarah was still nude and her eyes opened a bit.

"She's here to do you. I'll help." Sarah looked the girl like she was lunch. I did as well. I had been in one all girl threesome in college. It was after a lot of alcohol. It was also fantastic.

The back room was full of boxes. It doubled as a store room. There was a small lunch table, a fridge and a beat up old sofa. Sarah sat on the sofa, one foot up over the back, one foot on the floor. She patted her femininity. "Right here would be a good start."

The girl moved forward and got on her knees, gazed at the offered vulva and went straight for Sarah's clit. As a deep sigh escaped from her lips, Sarah held the girl's head to herself tightly, then looked at me with a 'What the fuck?' expression.

I silently mouthed, 'Enjoy.' She silently mouthed back, "I will." And she did.

The girl was seriously eating Sarah. No warm up. No foreplay, just get at it. Sarah leaned her head back. I moved to her and kissed her, then kissed and sucked each nipple. The girl looked up at me and nodded encouragement. I played with Sarah's breasts for a minute and then looked at the girl, feeling myself getting moist.

I kneeled beside her and kissed her neck. She left Sarah for a second to kiss me fully and give me her tongue. I sucked on it and then let go. She returned to eating Sarah. I ran my hand down her back and over her very nice ass. She murmured. I ran my hand around her ass and between her legs. She murmured again and parted her legs. She was okay with me touching her. I massaged her ass and her clothing covered pussy. She murmured, "Yes...more..."

I applied firmer pressure and she tilted her pelvis to let me go farther under her. I was now rubbing her clit area and she reached for her shorts and undid the button and undid the zipper. I pulled and wiggled and her shorts came down revealing delicious green panties. I worked the shorts down and over her knees with her helping and then they were off. I gazed at her incredible tight, firm ass and reached under her panties to feel a very wet vagina. I worked a finger in and she squeezed on it and then relaxed. No need for these, I thought and pulled the panties down and she helped me get them off. Her legs were well parted and I drank in the site of her thick luscious lips and her tight pink asshole. I put two fingers in her vagina and reached around with my other hand to massage her clit. She wiggled like a puppy and then settled, all the while working on Sarah.

I stayed like that, finger fucking her and looked at Sarah who was looking back at me. She grinned and gave me thumbs up, then closed her eyes again. I wanted to see and fondle the girl's breasts. I pulled up on her shirt and she quickly helped me get it over her head and off. A matching bra held two gorgeous young and full breasts. I undid the closure and off it came as well. The only thing she now had on was her sandals. With Sarah and the girl nude, I slipped off my new bikini and there we were, three naked and very excited women.

I put two fingers back in the girl's vagina and fondled her breasts. They were firm, ripe and smooth. Her nipples were erect and pointed like eraser ends. Sarah was moving her hips now, and the girl put a finger in Sarah's vagina, then two. I worked the girl's G spot and alternated my other hand between breasts and clit. The girl was moving on me now. Her pelvis was grinding and she was moaning, "Mmmmm...mmmmm...."

With her mouth glued to Sarah, there wasn't much else she could say. Sarah was talking now. "Yes, yes, just like that...yes." She was gently humping into the girl's face. "I'm going to come...I'm going to come....don't stop...fuck..."

The girl was close herself. Somehow she managed to keep going on Sarah as she started to come herself. It was magic. They were coming together. Sarah was groaning and gyrating. "Fuck, fuck, oh my god, fuck...shit...coming...coming..." and she melted.

The girl was a few seconds behind. I worked her G and her clit firmly and she was coming. "Oh, oh, oh, oh....yes, yes.....SHITT!!.....FUCK!!.... " And then she melted. Sarah just lay there panting. The girl closed her legs, wrapped her arms around herself, lowered her head and rocked on her knees. She was almost in tears. Then she relaxed and looked at Sarah, then turned to look at me. As her breathing settled she said, "I've never done this before. Fucked with customers, I mean. Don't tell my boss. Please."

"Don't worry," I said. "No one will ever know." She looked relieved.

"A guy got fired last month, for fucking a guest. We're not supposed to do that."

"This is our little secret," I said, meaning it.

Sarah sighed and sat up. "You were fantastic. What's your name?"

Her name was Vivienne. "Come here, Vivienne," said Sarah. She got up and sat on the sofa next to Sarah, who put an arm around her and said," What I would give to have a body like yours."

The girl blushed and said, "Thanks. You're pretty hot yourself."

"So tell me," continued Sarah, "what do you think of Little Miss Beach Bunny?" Now it was my turn to blush. I was still on my knees, in front of Vivienne and Sarah. Vivienne smiled at me and put her hand to her mouth, then said, "She's hot too." She paused and then said, "I love your small breasts. They look perfect on you. And when you walked away, wearing your Wicked Weasel, your ass was so round and tight."

No wonder she was seduced so easily. She already had the hots for me. She smiled at me, looked at Sarah and said, "Since she made me come, I really think I should do that for her." Then she looked at me. "May I?"

I got up, Sarah and Vivienne got up and I sat down on the sofa and put my legs the way Sarah had. Vivienne started in on me just the way she did on Sarah.

I was seriously turned on by the sex that had already happened. Vivienne wasn't as skilled as Sarah but she was young, seriously hot and she was eating me. A girl who only half an hour ago was a stranger was eating me. It was heaven. Sarah was doing to Vivienne just what I had been doing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed. As Vivienne worked on my pussy, I caressed my breasts and rolled my nipples. Soft murmurs left my throat. I settled into the sofa and let Vivienne's mouth and fingers make love to me. For a moment I imagined it was Sarah between my legs. Then

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