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Getaway

By: AdAnne



I sat on the plane unable to get Anne off my mind. I knew this weekend was strictly for Adam and me, but our busty blonde was invading my thoughts. I tried to think of other things, like say the fact that I was a mile in the air, but I just couldn't. But that realization hit me rather suddenly, and I clenched the arm rest with all I had. I hated flying, absolutely hated it. I didn't like the idea of being so far up in the air and not having any control over what was going to happen next. It just wasn't a position I liked to be in.

A long sigh escaped my mouth as I relaxed my grip on the armrests. A nervous smile plastered across my face as I made eye contact with the person next to me, embarrassment filled me. It must be so obvious that I was scared out of my mind. They returned my smile much to my surprise, and just went about their business. I couldn't wait to get off this plane. With another deep sigh, I leaned back against the seat. My head fell to my left side and I looked out the window to the landscape beneath me. Everything was so small and insignificant from up here. I quickly shut the window as apprehension flooded me.

"Think happy thoughts, Rachel." I thought.

All I could think of was the last couple days I had spent with Anne a month ago, and my biggest fantasy. A genuine smile erupted across my lips as I remembered the former. Long story short, Anne had gotten a little creative with a bottle of champagne, some toys and other things. The thought brought a rush of heat through my body. I squirmed in my seat and an involuntary moan escaped me. My eyes clenched shut, and at that point I was almost positive my neighbor probably thought I was a little insane. It didn't mean anything to me, though. I was just trying to get through this flight, then I'd be relaxing on the beach for the weekend with my sexy second lover. I let the thought continue in my head, and then I switched gears as that memory came to a very sad end. I moved my left hand from the arm rest to my knee, and moved it slowly up my leg. I let it trail up under the blanket that was spread across me. I had always wanted to be a member of the mile high club.

I closed my eyes and rested my hand in between my thighs outside of my clothes and let my mind wonder. If Adam was sitting next to me, I'm sure his hand would be under this blanket doing other things. And that was a hundred percent guarantee. I wished he was here with me, but his flight was coming from LA. He was probably already in Miami waiting on me by now. But nevertheless, I kept my eyes closed and imagined what it would be like to have him sitting next to me instead of this over weight judgmental asshole. I imagined his hand sliding up my thighs, teasing me a bit before coming up to the top of my pants, and finally taking that plunge.

I squashed the thought before it went any further in public, and plugged my earphones into the XM jack. Nothing like a little music to get me through this flight. Eventually I fell asleep, and didn't wake up until I heard the flight attendants making an all call for everyone to put their seat belts on. So I was finally in Miami, finally about to see the man that had been gone for almost four months. The reunion promised to be something amazing. As soon as the flight was securely on the ground, I exited the plane. Excitement bubbled through me, and not necessarily the sexual kind. I felt like a little kid at a theme park, the feeling was in the pit of my stomach and it was bursting to get out.

Adam would be waiting on me at baggage claim, the only thing I had to do was find my way there. It sounded simple enough, but I wasn't very good with directions. Eventually I got there, and my lover was waiting on me at the escalator as he promised. I smiled broadly as I saw his face, and he walked around the crowd to get to me. He pulled me against him as I stepped off the escalator. His arms felt so good around me, it was a feeling I really couldn't describe. I returned his hug and released him, putting him an arms length away from me.

"Dammit, Adam. It's been way too long," I kept the smile on my face. The butterflies in my stomach made their way up to my throat.

"I know, Rachel." He pulled me back against him, securing his arm across my back. He walked with me to the appropriate baggage carousel, and we got my luggage.

"What have you been up to, Adam?" I asked. I felt his grip tighten on my waist.

"Just the normal thing." His tone was tight, and I wondered what was wrong with him.

"What's wrong with you?" I couldn't resist the urge to ask.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." his head dropped as we pushed our way through the crowd that had gathered around us.

That was the one thing that always frustrated me. I couldn't go anywhere with Adam without it being a public thing. It was only slightly easier with Anne simply because she wasn't as widely known as Adam. I happily did it though. I was more than thrilled to be here with him. He pulled me out of the airport in a hurry. There was a car waiting on us and we hopped in quickly to avoid the cameras. Adam slumped back against the seat and let his breath out.

"Sometimes I hate that." He reached over and grabbed my hand. I returned the gesture and relaxed as I felt his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand.

"I know, but at least you've got me here now," I said. Adam smiled back at me and the car started moving.

"True," He leaned forward and kissed me gently. I sank into him and his arm wrapped around my back once more. God, this felt amazing. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and began to explore me, I let him. And true to Adam's form, he pulled back just when I started to really get into it. A wide smile was plastered across his face.

"Can't have you getting all turned on in the car, now can we?"

I glared at him and moved back to where I was. I kept his hand in mine but kept up the pissy act, hopefully he knew I was just kidding. The driver looked back at us skeptically. He probably thought Adam was cheating on Anne right about now. I didn't know how I felt about that, because I knew he wasn't, but this guy had absolutely no idea about our arrangement. I squeezed Adam's hand and leaned against him.

"Where are we staying?" I looked up and was relieved to see him smiling down at me.

"Somewhere nice," he teased. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride, we'll be there soon."

I laid my head on his shoulder and did as he said. I couldn't think of anymore conversation. The flight had taken a lot out of me and all I wanted right now was a nice long nap. The ride started to get lengthy, and I felt myself nodding off to sleep and didn't stop it. I felt Adam wrap his arm around me again and pull me against him before I fell asleep.

I woke up a few hours later on a bed so soft I couldn't even begin to make myself get up. I heard Adam's soft breathing next to me and a quick look confirmed that he was asleep. He was behind me with his arm around me, his hand resting on my stomach. I turned to face him. Slowly I brought my hand to his face and drug my thumb down his cheek. He didn't move, so I just kept doing it. Adam stirred a little and I stopped. Waking him up was the last thing I wanted to do; when I first saw him it looked like he hadn't slept in days. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled myself against his chest. Now this position seems comfortable in theory, in reality I just couldn't breathe. I was locked in it now, though because Adam had tightened his grip around me and I couldn't move. He nuzzled his face into my hair and I just relaxed and accepted the fact that I was going to be a little uncomfortable at least until he woke up. Thankfully it wasn't long before he woke up. I had dozed off again and a sudden movement from him jolted me from my half sleep.

"It's about time." I joked and kissed him. He smiled against my lips.

"Because you're the one who should be talking." Adam rolled over and stretched. I noticed that he was naked then. How did I not notice that earlier? The answer would forever be a mystery. I placed my hand on his chest and pulled myself on top of him. It was a completely platonic move, but he responded to it. I leaned forward and kissed him gently.

"Not yet Adam, I'm still half asleep."

Adam sighed deeply and nodded. "But why, Rach? I know you want me."

"Because I'm starving." His smile turned into an amused smirk. "What?" I questioned.

"Isn't being hungry my job?" He grabbed my waist and pulled himself up on the bed. He was pressed against my ass and I was instantly turned on. His smirk deepened as he felt me respond to him "You want me now?"

I collected myself, "Not yet."

I was aware that the only reason I was able to resist him was because I wasn't naked. I lifted myself off of him in a hurry. "I'm going to eat first."

Just to tease him a little, I let my hand wonder down below as I moved off him. He grunted as I slid my hand up the length of him. His legs tensed in anticipation for what I might do next. I smiled widely as I stepped off the bed.

"I'll be back in a minute."

Adam's legs fell back onto the bed and a noise of protest escaped his throat, "Rae, I'm hard now, please if you do this now I'll take you somewhere nice." The look on his face almost convinced me, but I was going to hold to my statement.

"I'm hungry now, Adam. It'll take me twenty minutes tops to eat. Just occupy yourself or come eat with me." I was aware that my word choice was rather poor.

"I'll stay here and wait," He wrapped his hand around his dick to emphasize his point. "I have to take care of this."

"Whatever you want," I flashed a smile at him over my shoulder, "You might get a good treat downstairs.." I let the thought trail off as I walked out the door.

"I know I'll get a treat in here!" He called after me as I started down the stairs. I smiled to myself and made my way into the kitchen.

To my delight, the refrigerator was fully stocked and I decided to make an actual meal. It'd be a while before I could do anything with Adam anyways. I heard him making time with himself from down here, it sounded like he was having one hell of a time. I planted my feet firmly on the kitchen floor and tried not to think about how turned on I was. I tried to focus on the hamburger frying in front of me, but all the noise(overexaggerated noise, I might add) coming from the bedroom was more than a little distracting. I wanted to forget that I was hungry as fuck and just go upstairs and do what I had been waiting to do. I couldn't give into that though. Adam would hold it against me later, and that wasn't a position I wanted to be in. I shook the feeling out of me and turned my focus back to the meal. I wanted to eat and as soon as Adam was finished, he would come down and join me for dinner. I just had to get it cooked as soon as I could or he would be one hell of a pissy man in the next hour or so.

I let myself daydream a little as I cooked. It was all a part of a routine for me now, I cooked when I could and it was normally the same meal. Something with hamburger and pasta of some sort, I tried to switch it up as much as I could. I was delighted when I found the box of hamburger helper in the cabinet, it was like Adam had this place stocked according to what was in my cabinets back in New York. I had just added the noodles into the mixture when I felt Adam's arms wrap around me. His naked body pressed up against the length of me, and he laid a kiss on my cheek.

"Hamburger helper? Really Rachel?" he laughed in my ear.

"Shut up, it's easy." I put my hand on top of his and turned around to face him. He leaned in for a kiss and I happily gave him one. I explored his mouth with my tongue and his hand roamed down to my ass. He gave me a gentle squeeze and reluctantly I pushed him away.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a look of concern covered his face.

"Sorry Adam. It's just I don't want to get distracted, trust me you don't want to have me when I'm bitchy and hungry." I put a hand on his bicep and squeezed. The amazingly tattooed flesh under my hand was surprisingly soft. I rubbed the tiger that decorated his right arm absently. I wasn't a huge fan of the tattoos at first, but they had grown on me. They gave me something to trace when I was licking my way down his body... I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned against him. He closed the gap and held me tight. 

"It's alright, Rachel. You know I won't push you."

I nodded against his chest and ran my hands down those abs. I just wanted him at the moment, I was torn between letting this meal finish cooking or just taking him right here. I would be a horrible partner if I did anything as bitchy as I was feeling right now, though. I pulled away from him for what seemed like the thousandth time and turned around to stir the food. It had a pleasant aroma, about as pleasant as hamburger helper can be.

"I know that, Adam." I responded after a pause, "I just feel bad because I know why we're here and I can't give it to you right now."

"Rachel, we're not here just for sex and you know that." He grabbed my shoulders. "I'm not just using you, I care about you."

"I know."

I let the conversation fall right there before I said anything I would regret later, and served us up two heaping plates of the cheesy meal. It tasted almost as amazing as it smelled. I ate it in a hurry and looked up to see Adam smiling at me. I turned red as embarrassment rolled through me. My face was hot, and the pale olive tones of my skin only accentuated the color, or so I thought. Adam started laughing and the redness only got deeper. Soon I was burying my face in my hands with a wide smile on my face.

"Oh, god. Adam I'm such a pig." I said through my hands. His laughter continued.

"It's okay Rachel," he choked out in between laughs, "You weren't lying to me, were you?"

"No," I said, and lifted my hands from my face. "I wasn't lying. I haven't ate all day."

"I'm sorry hon, if I had known that we would have stopped on the way here," Adam reached his arm across the table and took my wrist in his hand. "Let's finish eating and get to the fun stuff."

"Sounds like a plan to me, but I'm already finished." I smiled at him.

"Well I'm done, too." He held up his clean plate to prove his point. I reached across the table and took it from him so I could do the dishes. I walked into the kitchen, and to my surprise he was behind me when I got to the sink. He put his hands on my waist and tilted my head to the side.

"Are you okay with this," he whispered against my neck. He kissed me softly up to my ear and squeezed my hips.

"Yes," I moaned. I dropped the plates into the sink and braced myself on the counter. Adam lifted my shirt up and rubbed my stomach as he kissed my neck. I adjusted my stance, and spread my legs a little. It didn't take him very long to rise to the occasion, I felt him pressing against me again. I moved my head completely to the side to give him full access, and at about that same time one of his hands found my boobs. A loud gasp escaped my mouth as he played with my nipples through my bra.

Adam stepped back a little bit and lifted my shirt over my head. He spun me around to face him and kissed me full on the mouth. He was in a hurry to get my clothes off, apparently because the next thing I knew he had my pants off and he had me sitting on the counter in nothing but my underwear. His fingers traced the insides of my thighs just outside of my underwear and I knew he could see exactly how much I wanted him right then. This was just pure torture. His head moved to where his fingers had been, and he licked around the same spots. I moaned for him. The pleasure rolled through my body. My nipples stood erect, and he raised an arm to play with them. I arched into his hand and tried to push his head to where I wanted it. He looked up at me with playful eyes, and slowly he licked me through my panties. I moaned. This man certainly knew how to use his tongue. Much to my disappointment, he stopped there.

"Rae, I can't wait." He opened a drawer to my right and to my surprise he had put his condom stash there.

"What in the world, Adam?" I smiled at him as he picked one up.

"They're all over. You never know when the mood will hit." He smiled back.

"Smart thinking." I reached forward and pulled him in for a kiss.

"I hope you don't mind, it's just I've been waiting and I don't have the patience..."

"It's fine," I interrupted him. I was telling the truth. I didn't want to wait anymore. I didn't like it when he teased me like that anyways. Don't get me wrong, he knew how to use his mouth and all, I just wanted the main course.

Adam slid my underwear off of me and moved me to the edge of the counter. In a quick motion, he slid his fingers inside of me. I moaned for him as he warmed me up at least a little for him. That didn't last long, however.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," I said, completely breathless. He positioned himself and then pushed himself inside of me.

"Dammit!" I moaned. Adam grabbed onto my hips as he pumped in and out of me, his eyes wild.

"Ohhh.." He moaned. I moved against him and his breath came quick, "Oh God, oh God."

His grip on my hips got tighter as he lifted me off of the counter and brought me to the floor. I reached out and pulled him against me as he continued his fine work, and began to kiss my way down his neck. I hovered around the heartbeat in his neck, putting a little pressure behind the kiss and nibbled at him.

"Yes, Yes, don't stop," I moaned against his neck. My boobs were trying to bounce but I was pressed too firmly against Adam for that to work Adam shuttered and he increased his speed a little. I moved down his neck and got down to his nipples. I knew he loved this so I lingered there as much as I could. They felt great in my mouth, his strangled moans above me told me I was doing it just right and he began to lose his footing on the floor.

"Flip over and let me on top," I told him. He listened and I mounted him happily.

Adam's head rolled back as I rocked on top of him, his moans became louder and louder. His hands roamed my body, stopping here and there to play. I placed my hands on his knees and leaned back. I knew he loved it when I gave him a full view like this. Not to mention that it felt damn good.

"Dammit Adam!" I shouted as he pushed his hips up. He was as far as he could go in me, filling me up like no one had before, and I was about to come for him. The feeling started as a low pressure in my stomach and worked its way down. I adjusted myself to a sitting position and planted my hands firmly on his chest and the orgasm over took me, "Adaaaammm!" I called his name out as he continued to pound inside of me. It took me a second to recover, and when I did I moved off of him and slid the condom off. I knew he didn't like this with them on.

I grabbed him with my right hand and slid my mouth over the tip of his cock. He groaned with pleasure, and put his hands on the back of my head. I hated that, but I let him do it anyways. He started thrusting his dick in my mouth and I tried hard not to choke on him. I moved my other hand to his balls, and that slowed him down a bit. His movements started to get a little jerky and I knew he was close.

"Uuuuuhhh," he moaned. I looked up at him and made eye contact. His lips parted slightly and he let his head fall back as he came. He held my head down and his come slid down the back of my throat with ease. He let me go as he relaxed and I slinked my way up his body and laid down on his chest.

"Adam," I whispered against him. His eyes were glassy with pleasure.

"Whaa," He responded.

"Do you feel better now? Because I do." I buried my head in his thankfully unmanscaped chest, and he started to play with my hair.

"Mhmmm, but I promise next time won't be so rushed." He said with a smile.


Getaway



Author's Note: Thanks to LizHaze for stuff and things.

*****

It wasn't that I disliked spending time with my family. That wasn't it. I enjoyed fairly good relationships with my parents, brother, aunts and uncles, cousins, and grandparents. There wasn't a single one of them that I hated or that I didn't want to be around. It was just that having all of them in one place at the same time was overwhelming, to put it delicately.

Mom's side of the family was fairly large. At least once a year there'd be a gathering of everyone who could make it. Every year I was torn between wanting to see all of my relatives and wanting to make an excuse to avoid them like the plague. My feelings on the subject didn't really matter. Mom did an excellent job of guilting me into participating if I showed even the slightest hint of reluctance.

I sometimes thought that it might have been easier to deal with if I were a boy instead of a girl. The family was a bit matriarchal in some ways, and the girls were all expected to participate in certain discussions and activities. My brother, on the other hand, was usually free to wander off and do whatever he wanted.

This year I was eighteen, which was kind of an awkward age at the family gathering since I wasn't considered a child, but also not really considered an adult. It meant that I got roped into a lot of adult discussions that I wasn't supposed to contribute to. No one seemed interested in my arguments as to why the arrangement didn't make any sense.

All of that led to me being bored out of my mind one afternoon while sitting quietly in a room full of my mother and aunts, and some of my older cousins. A couple of my uncles were there too, and they looked just as unhappy about it as I was. There were 'important' things that the women of the family needed to be kept informed about. That was what I was told. I had yet to hear anything that I would have regretted not knowing.

I very nearly thanked god out loud when my phone buzzed, indicating that I'd received a text. I got several mildly disapproving looks as I fished the offending noisemaker out of my pocket, but no one actually said anything. Until I was given a direct order to put my phone away, I fully intended to take any distraction I could get.

The text was from Simon, my older brother.

"How's the secret meeting going?" it read.

"Painful," I wrote back. Then, as an afterthought, "You're a lucky bastard, not getting dragged into these things."

"I'm aware."

The dirty looks were getting to be more overt, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was asked 'politely' to put my phone away. I had a sudden burst of inspiration, a plan to make my getaway. The worst that could happen is Simon might just ignore me.

"Wait a few minutes then call me," I wrote. "I'll owe you."

I put my phone back in my pocket and tried to look apologetic. I hoped Simon would come through for me. If not I'd just have to sit there and pray for Armageddon. It was as good a bet as any.

Right around the time I was starting to get antsy and suspect that he wasn't going to call, my phone rang. I knew who it was, but I made a show of checking the caller. I tried my best to ignore the numerous disapproving stares and the soft muttering.

"Marcia dear," Mom said, "can you put your phone away for another few minutes."

Right. A few minutes. I almost laughed.

"Sorry," I said with all the sincerity I could muster. "It's just... my friend, Jill, her cat just died and she's kind of upset. I tried to tell her I'd text her more later, but..."

Mom frowned, probably suspicious of my story, and rightly so. I held my expression of concern for the next few rings until I was finally waved away by my mother. I darted out of the room, answering the phone while I was still in earshot.

"Hi, Jill," I said.

"Hey, Little Miss Pants-on-fire," Simon answered.

"It's so terrible what happened," I said, trying to hurry out of hearing range of the room I'd just left. "He was so young."

"I'm on the back deck if you want to join me, Pinocchio."

"Yeah, just give me a sec," I said, lowering my voice slightly.

I hung up and slipped my phone back in my pocket just before heading out the back door onto the deck. My dad and one of my uncles were sitting off to the side drinking beer, and several of my younger cousins were playing out in the yard. My brother was sitting on the steps with a beer of his own, staring off into the distance.

"Well if it isn't Liepants McGee," he greeted me.

"Clever. You got many more of those?"

"A few. I'll save 'em for next time."

"Looking forward to it."

I sat down next to Simon with a big sigh of relief. I might catch some flak for not returning to the meeting, but I was okay with that. Odds were good that they'd all get distracted by some minor piece of family drama and forget I was ever there.

Simon handed me his beer and I took a long drink from it before handing it back. Dad saw us, but just shook his head and pretended he hadn't seen anything.

"Seriously though, thank you," I said.

"No problem. 'Sides, it's always kinda fun when you owe me."

"Uh huh. Whatever. It's still totally worth it." I nudged his arm and gestured to the kids playing. "I kinda wish I was still that young sometimes."

"I know what you mean. Things were simpler, weren't they? Even if we didn't appreciate it at the time."

"More fun too. No 'sponsibilities hanging over our heads all the time."

Simon took a another drink from his beer then handed it back to me. I drained what was left of it.

"Get me another one?" he asked.

"I just sat down. Can't you get it yourself?"

"I dunno, I'm kinda comfortable where I am. How about you go get me another beer and we'll be even? That'll take care of what you owe me."

"Really? Someone's feeling awfully generous today."

"What can I say? I am a wise and benevolent brother."

I rolled my eyes, but let his statement pass without comment. He'd made it worth staying on his good side.

I went to the kitchen and pulled two bottles of beer out of the fridge. I popped the tops off of both of them, then poured one into an opaque cup. Simon could drink openly if he wanted, he was over nineteen, but I would be tempting fate not to be at least a little bit sneaky about it. There was no telling when my mother or one of my aunts might take issue with what was technically underage drinking.

Simon was exactly where I'd left him when I got back. I handed him his bottle and sat down with my own drink. He smiled when he realized what was in my cup. I put my finger to my lips to indicate that I'd rather he not say anything out loud. He simply held up his beer in salute, then took a swallow.

"I can't believe Mom wouldn't go for a hotel room or anything," I said. "It's gonna be so crowded tonight."

"Oh yeah? Where are you sleeping?"

"I don't even know yet. It's still being decided. I'll probably end up sharing a room with two or three of the younger girls."

"Ha! Well that'll be fun."

"Shut up. What about you? I don't suppose you're planning on sneaking out at some point, are you? Take me with you?"

Simon shook his head and chuckled. "No, 'fraid not. I did, however, have the forethought to bring a tent with me." He pointed out into the yard. "All I have to do is set it up somewhere and I'll at least have a little bit of privacy."

"Is it maybe, like, a two person tent by any chance?"

"Maybe. Why?"

I stuck out my bottom lip and gave him my most pitiful puppy dog eyes.

"Pwease share with me?" I asked, injecting just a little bit of a whine into my voice. "Puh-wease, big brudder?"

"Cut it out," he said, shoving me playfully. "That's such a sad look on you. And all just for the chance to share a cramped tent on the lumpy, uncomfortable ground."

"It's better than sharing a room with the rugrats. I've done it before and I don't want to repeat the experience."

"Oh come on, it's good bonding time for you." He pitched his voice higher in a surprisingly good imitation of Mom. "You don't get to see your cousins very often, you know. It'd be good for you to spend time with them. You're-"

I shoved him back harder than he had pushed me. He nearly toppled over sideways, mainly because he was more concerned with keeping his drink upright than himself.

"I don't need two mothers, thank you very much," I said. "The one I have already does a more than adequate job of nagging me."

"Careful, I wouldn't let her hear you say that if I were you."

"I know. I'm not stupid. Seriously though, can we share your tent?"

"Well... maybe if you set it up..."

"What, by myself you mean? Simon, you know that would be a disaster. I'll help, but you're gonna have to at least guide me."

He made a show of considering my proposal. I wasn't concerned about his apparent lack of decisiveness. I knew he'd say yes, he was just trying to make me squirm at this point. If he was going to say no, he would have done so already.

"There you are, Marcia," Mom said from behind us. It was as if our talking about her had summoned her. "Are you coming back in now? It looks like you're done consoling your friend."

"Sorry, Mom," I said. "Simon and me were just gonna go set up a tent for tonight. You know, to make the sleeping arrangements easier and everything."

Simon took another drink from his beer to cover up his smile. Mom looked like she knew that I was trying to get out of having to go back inside, but my excuse was pretty reasonable. She couldn't argue that it wasn't. She could, however, tell me to deal with it later, or perhaps tell Simon to put the tent up himself. I waited patiently for Mom's response, my face a mask of innocence and good intentions.

"Alright," she finally said with a sigh. "Go put your tent up. But I expect you to help get supper ready later on."

"Okay, Mom. I will."

Mom turned around and went back in the house. Simon drained the rest of his beer and stood up.

"You got lucky, Marcy," he said. "She was about ready to drag you back in there by your ear."

"Don't think I don't know that."

"Uh huh. Anyway, we better get to work before she comes back to check up on us. I'll go grab the tent, you try and find a flat piece of yard for us."

"Deal."

****

Getting the tent set up took longer than it should have. Having our younger cousins around to 'help' and spectate contributed to the difficulty of the project. A couple of the boys kept trying to steal the poles and pretend they were swords. Simon just laughed as they took turns beating each other over the head, which only encouraged them.

In the end, thanks mostly to my efforts, the tent was successfully installed on the flattest part of the yard I could find. I was rather proud of myself for my work. Simon kept trying to claim that it had been a team effort, which it technically had been, but I maintained that he'd spent more time inciting havoc amongst our cousins than actually helping. I didn't argue too hard on the off-chance that he'd change his mind about sharing the tent if I got on his nerves.

Simon and I hid out behind the tent for a while once it was set up. I was risking Mom's wrath by doing so, but I couldn't quite bring myself to care. It was a nice day out, and lying on the grass in the sun was by far preferable to preparing food indoors. Getting tripped over by running children every now and then was an acceptable hazard.

I was pretty sure I only got through supper unscathed because Mom was too busy to properly chastise me. Afterward I got a movie playing and sat down with some of the children. After all, no one was going to yell at me while I was keeping the kids quiet. I was seriously pushing my luck at that point, but I got away with it.

Bedtime eventually showed up. I borrowed a sleeping bag and pillow from inside the house for the night and took it out to the tent. Simon had brought his own and was already set up. He stripped down to his boxers while I got my side of the tent organized. I soon followed suit and removed everything except for my t-shirt and panties. I was aware of his eyes on me as I unhooked my bra and dragged it out from under my shirt.

"Do you ever, like, just wear your bra to bed?" he asked as he slid into his sleeping bag.

"Why the hell would I want to do that?"

"I dunno. Thought it might be a bit cooler maybe."

"If I was worried about that I'd just sleep naked. You know, assuming I was alone."

"Reeeally?"

Simon arched an eyebrow and acted like he was suddenly more interested in the conversation.

"Oh shut up. Don't act like you're so surprised. I'm not gonna bite."

"I was only gonna tease you a little. You take all the fun out of it sometimes."

I shrugged and slipped into my sleeping bag, pulling the top half over me once I was mostly settled. It didn't take me long to figure out that I'd made a mistake.

"Oh, god dammit," I said. "What is this, a fucking winter sleeping bag?"

I opened the bag back up and kicked the top part off of me. I would have roasted in minutes if I'd tried to sleep while covered with it. Simon just laughed.

"How did you not notice that when you dragged it out here?" he asked. "Or when you unrolled it? Or-"

"Shut the hell up. It's not that funny."

"It kind of is though."

I flipped him off, then settled back in and got as comfortable as I could with only a small amount of padding between me and the ground. Sleeping without any kind of blanket or covering actually wouldn't be such a bad thing. It was a warm enough night for it. There was, however, the classic problem of being so used to having covers that not having them just felt weird. I experienced the same sort of thing sometimes during really hot summer nights when it was too hot for even a sheet over me.

"You can stop giggling any time," I said.

"I'll stop laughing when it stops being funny."

Despite his words, Simon fell quiet. The only sounds we made for a while were the slight rustling noises from our sleeping bags as we shifted around to try and avoid the worst of the lumps on the ground. Eventually he opened up his sleeping bag and kicked the top half off his body just like I had.

"Aw, too warm?" I asked with mock sympathy.

"Yeah, kinda," he said, unfazed by my teasing. He rolled onto his side facing me. "I thought it would be cooler by now. It wasn't even that hot today, relatively speaking."

"Yeah, well... what can ya do?"

"Buy a tent with a built in AC unit?"

"Okay then. You get right on that."

"Hey, it could work. It might not be a practical idea, but... it could work."

"You just keep telling yourself that."

I reached over and patted his head in as patronizing a manner as I could manage. He grabbed my wrist and gently guided it back to my side of the tent. I reached for him again just because I thought it was funny, and again he moved my arm back. This time he didn't let go right away.

"I'm beginning to regret letting you sleep in here with me," he said.

"Why's that?"

"'Cause someone's mother didn't raise them with any manners."

"I'll tell her you said that."

"Go ahead. You're already on her bad side. See how well it goes for you."

I stuck my tongue out at Simon. He mirrored the gesture right back at me. I started giggling, which made my brother give me an inquisitive look.

"You were just complaining about my lack of manners," I explained. "But you're just as bad."

"It isn't that funny."

"It is to me."

Simon shook his head slightly, but smiled indulgently. His grip loosened on my wrist and he began dragging his fingers idly up and down my forearm. I knew he was still ready to grab me again if I tried anything.

"You're weird," he told me.

"Yeah? Well so are you."

"I know." His hand moved up my arm to my sleeve. He stopped there for a moment, then went back down. "Do you still have that scar on your shoulder?"

"Of course I do. It's been there for years. It's not gonna suddenly vanish."

Simon pushed my sleeve up until he reached my scar. I'd had it since I was in my early teens and it had faded quite a bit in the interim, but it was still quite visible.

"I kinda wish I had a scar like that," he said.

"Speaking of weird..."

"What? It's not that strange. I just like the way it looks. Just this little line of skin that's slightly different from the rest. And it shows that you're not a complete wuss."

"First off, it is that strange. Secondly, scars have nothing to do with being wusses. The biggest wuss in the world could have a scar. It's not, like, a badge of character. More of a badge of poor judgement most of the time."

"Just remember those are your words and not mine."

He traced my scar lightly with his fingertips. Even though I thought he was being weird, I liked the attention. Maybe I was the weird one. There was a whole house full of my family members that I could interact with if I wanted to. Instead I spent far too much of my time trying to avoid all but the most superficial contact with them. Somehow, my brother was the exception.

I couldn't explain why, but it was different when I was with Simon. Maybe it was simply a question of numbers. The women of the family tended to stay in groups, whereas I generally preferred only having one or two other people around at a time.

"Do you remember when we used to stay up late watching movies together?" I asked softly.

"Of course I do. We had to turn down the volume so we could barely hear it or Mom would yell at us to go to bed."

"Mm-hm. And sometimes we'd just fall asleep right there on the couch."

"I'm pretty sure that was just you. Seems to me I was always the one getting my shoulder drooled on 'cause you couldn't keep your eyes open."

"I don't drool."

"Maybe you don't most of the time, but I was the one who had to deal with it so don't pretend like it didn't happen. That, plus all those times you whined at me until I carried you upstairs instead of just leaving you on the couch."

I smiled wistfully at the memory. "It was more fun than walking."

"I bet it was. You're lucky I'm such a good brother."

"I s'pose maybe I am."

I rolled on my side to face away from Simon, then scooted backward a bit. I reached behind me and searched blindly until I found his hand, then pulled his arm around my waist.

"Isn't it too warm for this?" he asked.

"You're free to go back to your side any time."

"I am on my side. You're the one across the line."

Simon didn't seem to have any genuine objections since he didn't go anywhere or push me away. His arm stayed put, and he maintained the small, nearly nonexistent gap between us. I was pretty sure that even if we were closer together and sharing more body heat, it still wouldn't have been warm enough to prevent me from getting to sleep. He wasn't as bad as my sleeping bag.

I felt my shirt get lifted slightly, then my brother's hand on my bare tummy. His touch was comforting, in a bizarre sort of way. It made me feel safe. I was reminded even more strongly of falling asleep next to him, my head resting against his arm. Sometimes physical contact was more powerful than mere words when it came to triggering memories.

"I miss you when you're not around," I whispered.

After a moment of silence, I assumed he must not have heard me. That was okay. I wasn't really sure why I'd said anything.

"I miss you too," he said. "You're kind of a unique person in my life."

"Is that... good or bad?"

"A little of both. More good than bad though. Usually."

"How reassuring."

Simon poked my side with his finger, making me squeal. I curled up into a protective ball to stop him getting in another free shot.

"I was being nice, Marcy. Don't act like I wasn't."

"You were being kinda mean too."

"Wasn't. You'll know it when I want to be mean."

He hooked his arm around me again and forcefully dragged me toward him. My back pressed up against his chest and he held me in a snug embrace. I didn't uncurl myself just yet. I was pretty sure he wasn't going to jab me again, but I had to keep up appearances.




Getaway



"Why don't ya just manhandle me then," I said. "I guess that's one way to keep me in line."

Simon raised himself on his elbow and brushed my hair back from my face. He kissed me softly on my cheek.

"You're just lucky I love you, Marcy."

I tried not to let him see me blush, or to let him feel how fast my heart was beating.

"Yeah, well... someone has to. Guess you got stuck with the job."

"You don't mean that. You're just being petulant."

"So? M'allowed."

Simon gently guided my arms and legs away from their protective positions around my torso. I let him move me back into a more typical lying posture. He was delicate with me, but firm at the same time. I could have resisted him enough that he might have let me be, but I didn't.

"It's late," he said. "We should sleep."

"What fun would that be?"

His hand returned to my tummy and started rubbing small circles on my bare skin. I tried not to be too obvious about stretching out and sticking my belly out a little more prominently for him.

"Go to sleep, little sis."

"No."

Simon sighed. The circles on my tummy got bigger.

"Do I need to sing you a lullaby? Read you a story? Get mommy to tuck you in?"

He nuzzled my neck from behind, his chin bumping against my shoulder. He needed a shave. His rough stubble scratched at my smoother, softer skin. The contact made me shiver.

"Sing for me," I said. "That'd be good for a laugh."

"I'm sure it would. But if you start laughing it's not gonna help you get to sleep."

"What if you make me laugh hard enough that I get all tired out? That could work."

"Somehow I have reservations about that plan."

Simon pushed my shirt higher up my body, exposing more of my skin to the night air. I felt like it was getting warmer inside the tent instead of cooler.

"Tell me a story then," I said.

"I was joking, Marcy. I don't intend on going to get Mom so she can tuck you in either."

"You shouldn't have made the offer then."

"I know. I'm cruel, aren't I? What are you ever going to do with me?"

He nipped at my ear, not biting down hard enough to hurt. I arched my neck instead of shying away from him.

"There's nothing I can do. You're stronger than I am. I just have to put up with you."

"Oh, is that what this is? So when you begged me to share the tent with you, that was actually just you putting up with me?"

"I... shut up."

"Or what?"

Simon's hand brushed the bottom of one of my breasts. I wasn't sure if he'd done it on purpose or not. His warm breath on my neck was distracting me from focusing on what his hand was up to. He kissed me softly just below my ear.

"Maybe you were just the lesser of two evils," I said.

"Harsh. And here I was trying to be nice to you. Maybe I shouldn't bother."

His hand left my tummy, then moved under my shirt to my breast before I could react. He pinched my nipple hard, making me gasp.

"You're being bad," I said.

"I thought we'd established that already."

"This is different."

"Better or worse than before?"

"Neither. Just... different."

I pushed his hand away from my chest and he went back to my tummy. I doubted he'd stay there for long.

"You confuse me sometimes, you know that?" he said.

"In what way?"

"Well... like how you complain about me being bad when you're always the one encouraging me."

"That doesn't make any sense. You're older than me. You're supposed to influence my behaviour, not vice versa."

"I see. So I'm looking at this all wrong, am I?"

"Probably."

Simon kissed my neck again. I felt his teeth on my skin, nipping at me but not biting down all the way. I was going to have to tell him to stop that. I couldn't just let him keep doing whatever he wanted.

His fingers slid up my body and under my shirt. I put my arm across my breasts before he could get there, blocking his access. He was undeterred. Instead of trying to force his way through, he simply maneuvered his hand into the small valley between my breasts where I wasn't able to stop him as easily. I gave up and moved my arm away.

Simon cupped one of my breasts in his palm. I pretended to ignore him, even though there was no way I possibly could. I hoped he couldn't feel my heartbeat. It would destroy the illusion of calm I was trying to project. He could probably see through my facade anyway. He knew me better than anyone.

"So what you're saying is that you should listen to me," he said. "If I'm supposed to influence you and all."

"Only if I thought you were a good influence. Which you sometimes are. I just have to know when to listen to you, and when to ignore you."

"I get the feeling that it's more a question of whether or not you think there's anything in it for you. You're happy to listen to anyone who's saying what you're already thinking. Not so much when they're saying something you don't want to hear."

"So I'm independent. That's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Arguably. I've heard worse words to describe that sort of behaviour. 'Independent' puts a nice spin on it."

He squeezed my breast gently, then moved to the other one. He was in no hurry now that he didn't think I'd try to stop him. I could have protested just to make a point, I supposed. I could have pulled away from him and wrapped myself back in my sleeping bag. He would have left me alone if I did.

"You think you know everything about me, don't you?" I said.

"Maybe not everything. A lot, but not everything."

His hand moved away from my breasts. I was disappointed until I realized he wasn't stopping at my tummy again. His fingers slid delicately over my skin down past my waist.

"I know a lot about you too."

"I'm sure you do. You know how to get what you want from me. Don't think I haven't noticed."

Simon's fingertips traced down the front of my panties. I held my breath as I felt his touch all along the length of my pussy. He wasn't actually touching me, not directly, but it was more than enough to get a reaction from my body. If he kept it up there was going to be a damp spot on my panties before too long.

Something poked my butt. I pushed my hips back a little and heard Simon groan softly. He was getting hard. I shouldn't have been surprised. It would have been disappointing if he'd been unaffected, given the way he was touching me.

"It's not like I ever wanted much from you," I said. "It's not like I'm always trying to manipulate you or anything."

"I wasn't trying to say that you did. I just meant... you have a bad habit of falling asleep next to me, for instance. Or not falling asleep, as the case may be."

"I like being close, that's all. You're more fun to be around than most people I know."

"More fun, huh?"

I had to stop myself from whining in frustration as he moved away from my pussy. I was tempted to start rubbing myself down there as a substitute for his touch, but I knew it wouldn't be the same.

Simon adjusted himself behind me. I could hear and feel him moving, but I couldn't actually see what he was doing. A moment later I felt his penis poking me again, only this time I was pretty sure his boxers were no longer separating us. I reached behind me and found that I was correct in my assessment as my fingers encountered his bare cock. He drew a sharp breath as I took his shaft in a loose grip.

"Someone's a little handsy," he said.

"You're one to talk. 'Sides, you're the one who got it out."

I stroked him with more or less the same amount of force as he'd used on me. It was enough to tease him, but not really get him anywhere. He let me toy with him for a couple minutes without trying to take control back from me.

Eventually Simon's hand returned to my tummy. It trailed slowly downward, this time slipping under my panties instead of over them. I squeezed his cock harder involuntarily as I felt his fingers directly on my pussy lips. I could sense his smile without needing to look. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"Sometimes I think this is what you wanted from the beginning," he said. "Every time you fell asleep on me, every time you made me carry you, every time you let me see you in your underwear..."

"You're delusional."

I stroked Simon harder, and he returned the favour. The more I worked his shaft, the more attention he gave to my increasingly wet slit. He must have been able to feel how turned on I was. He'd probably tease me about it, but I hoped he wouldn't. We both knew what kind of effect we were having on the other. He didn't need to say it out loud.

His lips trailed soft kissed across my neck while he played with my pussy. My hips betrayed me and started rocking in almost imperceptibly small motions. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was what I really wanted from him. The way he was holding me, and touching me, and caressing me... it made me feel good in a way nothing else ever had. It annoyed me slightly to admit how well he understood me.

Simon pulled his hand out of my panties and brought it up to my mouth. I kept my lips closed. I felt my own wetness against my skin as he tried to gain entry.

"Open," he said.

"Mmph."

"Come on, open up."

I rolled my head away. "Don't do that. You just want to see if you can make me do anything you want."

"Isn't that what we're both doing?"

He gave up and went back to my panties. He pulled them down instead of continuing to work around them. I kicked them off once they were past my knees. My bunched up shirt that was barely covering my breasts was the only piece of clothing either of us was still wearing.

His penis poked me in the butt again, then lower. I lifted my upper leg and let him slide between my thighs. His shaft rubbed against my pussy, then stayed put. When I lowered my leg again his cock was trapped, nestled against my slit. He could easily get away if he wanted to, of course, but I liked the idea that I was in control and his penis was temporarily mine to do with as I pleased. He deserved it for trying to get me to taste my own pussy. He was such a weirdo sometimes.

"You're gonna want to put this inside me, aren't you?" I asked.

I circled a fingertip around the head of his cock. I liked the way it peeked through from between my legs. He probably wouldn't like it if I told him how adorable it looked with most of its length hidden by my thighs.

"Do you want me to?"

"Maybe. It'd be kind of a bad thing for us to do, you know."

"I'm aware."

"If I was any kind of sister I wouldn't even think about letting you."

"You're a good sister, Marcy. It's got nothing to do with that."

Simon took my chin and tilted my face toward him. I closed my eyes and pretended I didn't know what he was going to do. His lips brushed mine for a second, then pressed against them more firmly. I laid there unresisting and let my brother kiss me. I waited a moment before kissing him back. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea and think that I'd been waiting for it.

He resumed playing with my pussy before breaking off the kiss. It was as though he thought all he had to do was get me horny enough and I'd let him do whatever he wanted. He was probably right.

"You have to be gentle," I said.

"I know."

"And you can't cum in me."

"I know."

"And you can't tell anyone."

"God, you always worry so much. It's like you don't trust me or something. I would have thought I deserved a little more credit than that."

"Admit it; you wouldn't find this half so much fun if I made it easy for you."

Simon chuckled. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. Catering to your every whim isn't quite as enjoyable as you might think."

He kissed me again before I could respond. It was probably a good move on his part. Ordinarily I couldn't just let him get away with comments like that.

I felt my brother's cock pull back between my legs until the head was sliding along my slit. He pushed forward again, but only managed to tease the outside of my pussy. He tried again a few times before I gave in and subtly shifted my hips back to give him a better angle. Instead of continuing to miss, he managed to find his target and the tip of his erection spread my pussy lips apart.

Simon obeyed my instructions to keep his movements gentle once he was inside me. His cock penetrated me agonizingly slowly with a constant, steady force. It was the most delicious mixture of pleasure and anticipation that I could ever remember feeling. I knew he'd be all the way in me soon and I wanted it so badly, but waiting for it just made his progress that much more exquisite.

"Fuuuck, Simon," I breathed.

"See, we both knew you wanted this," he said.

I shook my head, but I wasn't sure what I was denying. Not that it mattered. He wouldn't have believed me regardless.

A faint moan escaped my lips as Simon got deeper and deeper inside me. I covered my face with my pillow to stifle any further noises, but I couldn't stop all of my body's reactions. My hips began to move all on their own, rolling back against my brother in an attempt to get more from him. I'd said I wanted him to be gentle, but I hadn't expected him to listen. I wanted him to give me more. I needed it.

Simon finally buried his shaft all the way in my pussy. His movements were so relaxed and unhurried. Of course they were. He had what he wanted so he had all the time in the world. He played with my breasts as though it was something to pass the time while he began thrusting oh-so-gently in and out of my needy body.

"Harder," I whispered.

"What?" he asked.

"Harder," I repeated in a louder voice.

"I thought-"

"I know. Shut up."

I could feel him smirking. He had yet another victory over me to celebrate. He had the nerve to tell me I always got what I wanted, but he was even worse about that sort of thing than I was.

Simon pulled almost all the way out, then slammed his cock back inside me. I arched my back and hissed in pleasure. All of my negative feelings vanished. I couldn't believe I'd thought any of them were important. My brother fucking me, his hands roaming my body, his breath on my skin... those were what mattered.

I took his hand and squeezed it. I loved him, I really did. Sometimes I forgot how much.

Eventually I let go of Simon's hand. Instead of going back to my breasts, he went to my shoulder. He nudged me a couple times before I got the hint. I rolled onto my stomach and he followed me, not pulling out of my pussy for even a second. He had a better position and better leverage now that he was on top of me.

His thrusting got harder and faster, and I could hear his breath grow increasingly ragged. His weight pressed down on me, though I could tell he was holding himself at least partly on his arms. Now that I'd surrendered myself to him, I somehow felt more free. He had me pinned and at his mercy, but I was too consumed with lust to care. I wanted him to have control. I wanted him to use me for his own pleasure.

I tilted myself up as much as possible to meet his thrusts. My body complained about the uncomfortable position, but I ignored it. All that mattered was my brother's cock. I needed it like I needed oxygen.

"Keep going," I moaned. "Don't stop."

"Why... would I... stop?" he asked breathlessly.

I wasn't listening to him. I was in my own little world of illicit pleasure. I buried my face in my pillow to keep from screaming out loud. Every inch of my body coursed with sensations too powerful for me to handle. Simon, my brother, was the source of all of them.

An orgasm ripped through my body, tearing down what little self-control I had left. I thrashed underneath Simon, moaning and mewling into my pillow. He kept pounding me mercilessly as he worked toward his own release.

Simon thurst his cock as deep inside me as he could just before cumming. His semen erupted into my pussy, driving me crazy all over again. I couldn't take all the feelings and emotions that were inside me. Not only was I having sex with my brother, but he was cumming in me. It was what I wanted, but it was too much for me all at once.

I wasn't sure when it started, but I suddenly realized I was crying. I couldn't stop myself. I was so happy, so sated, but the tears kept coming. My body shook uncontrollably, and all I could do was try not to let Simon see my face.

"Marcy," he whispered.

I shook my head and pressed it more firmly into my pillow.

"Look at me," he said.

His cock slipped out of me and I felt a sudden pang of loss. I curled up in a ball like it would help somehow. He forcibly rolled me over, then took me in his arms. My tears ran down my cheeks and onto his chest, but at least it felt like they were slowing down.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No. God no. It wasn't you," I said.

"Then what?"

"I... I don't know."

Simon hugged me and rocked me gently. I slowly calmed down. Having his arms around me holding me so tightly helped.

"It's okay," he said. "Everything's okay."

"I love you," I whispered.

"Me too, Marcy. You know that."

"I do. But... you're gonna go away again after tomorrow. We're always apart for so long. I hate it."

"I know. I'm sorry. Life sucks sometimes."

"Yeah, it does."

Simon rubbed my back a little, which reminded me that I was half-naked. I couldn't bring myself to give a shit. He made things so complicated.

"Let's leave," he said.

"What?"

"Let's just go. Me and you."

"Where would we go?"

"Doesn't matter. Anywhere. Maybe to my place."

I wiped my face with the back of my arm. I didn't think Simon would really follow through, but I couldn't help getting excited at the idea. It was stupid, of course. We'd get shit from Mom, not to mention that I had to go back home tomorrow because of school.

"Do you mean it?" I asked. "You always tell me I'm not allowed to run away and live with you."

"That's because you're never serious about it. You only ever want to run away when you and Mom are fighting over something."

"And this is a better reason?"

"Probably not. Are we going or what?"

"Right now?"

"Sure. Why not?"

I looked around the tent. I had a grand total of one outfit, my phone, and a little money with me. The rest of my things were in the house or back at home. I started getting dressed. I could live without them for now.

"Get dressed," I said.

"Is that a yes?"

I put one of my hands on Simon's cheek and kissed him.

"You wouldn't have made the suggestion if you thought I might say no."

He grinned. "You know me too well. And vice versa, I suppose."

We got dressed and snuck out of the tent to the road where Simon had parked his car. I giggled like a little girl doing something naughty and he had to keep shushing me. I looked back several times as we drove away. I almost expected someone to notice us leaving, but no one did. The drama would pick up in the morning when Mom found out her children had abandoned ship together.

I shook my head and cleared those thoughts from my mind. There was no point in worrying about it until I had to. I leaned my head on my brother's shoulder and enjoyed the drive.



Getaway - Longer Version



We are on a romantic getaway in the mountains. We are staying in a secluded mountain cabin. The cabin is a type of duplex with one large main living area that includes a massive fireplace, a beautiful Billiard table, a couple of leather sofas and an extremely large wall mounted flat screen. There are two suites that come off the main area. We move our stuff into ours. When we walk back to the main area we hear the door open and a couple comes in. They introduce themselves as Matt and Amanda. We introduce ourselves as Josh and Callie. (We decided to use aliases on our getaway. They go into their room and we decided to go out and explore.

We explore for a while but a storm rolls in so we head back to the cabin. When we get back Matt and Amanda are sitting on one of the sofas so we go and sit down and talk to them. It begins to storm really bad outside, lots of rain and thunder and lightning. (The story will now be in 3rd person with aliases.) 

As everyone is talking boy all of the sudden Matt says while looking at the pool table "you know I've always fantasized about playing some strip pool. Callie looks at Josh and smiles. Josh has had the same fantasy. Callie then says maybe we should then. Everyone looks at each other and almost in unison they say "why don't we?"

Everyone agrees and begins to come up with the rules. The rules end up as follows everyone plays. Everyone is trying for any ball except the 8 ball. Each of the remaining balls correspond to someone's clothing. 4 balls each for the girls 3 each for the boys. The odd being bottom articles top being even. Josh was assigned 1-3, Callie 4-7, Matt 9-11 and Amanda 12-15. 

The boys had 3 balls and 2 articles of clothing, shirt, pants and underwear. The girls had 4 shirt, bra, pants, and panties. Each ball corresponded with an article of clothing. For example if the 2 ball went in it corresponds with Josh's shirt since it is his only top. Whoever knocked the ball in would remove the article so if Josh hit the 2 in he would take his own shirt off but if Amanda hit it in she would remove his shirt for him etc... If someone scratches they are required to masturbate in front of everyone else.

Once everyone is naked you may shoot the 8 ball. Whoever gets the 8ball in will then get whatever sexual satisfaction they want from their partner while the other couple watches.

Matt started a roaring fire in the fireplace. Josh started to rack the balls. Everyone was excited and ready to play when there was a knock on the door. The storm was really powerful outside and this cabin was very secluded so the knock was a shock to everyone.

As Matt opened the door everyone could feel the blast of ice cold air come in and see the rain falling hard. The temperature had dropped significantly due to the storm. In through the door walked a woman out of the storm. She looked to be in her mid to late 20s was about 5'9 had long red hair. She was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse. 

You could tell she didn't have a bra on because she was soaked and you could see her large round firm breast and fully erect nipples from the cold and rain. She said "my name is Meaghan, I really hate to impose but the road has gotten too bad to travel, is there any way I can come in out of the storm and wait it out? I will stay out of your way you can act like I'm not even here. I promise I will do anything to make it up to you."

Before anyone else could say anything Amanda blurted out "and how could we pretend you are not here? We were just starting a very promising game of strip pool." Everyone looked at Amanda and then over to Meaghan. Meaghan thought for a minute said "I have a proposition for you. If you will let me come in and get out of these wet clothes and sit the storm out I have an idea. 

I am a professional photographer and was just coming from a photo shoot when the storm hit. I have the most state of the art photo and video equipment in my car. Let me stay help me bring it in and I will set it up and you will be able to remember this night as long as you want." 

Everyone looked at each other. Amanda said "deal." Matt and Josh went and got the equipment. Meaghan took off her wet clothing and hung them near the fireplace and stood there drying off. Meaghan had a nice big round ass to go with her great tits. She was overweight but very pretty. She had a well groomed and trimmed pussy and it was obvious she was a natural red head. She definitely got the boys attention when they came in with her equipment. As promised she promptly started setting everything up. Soon it was time for the game to finally begin.

Matt went to break and immediately scratched without even breaking the rack at all. So he went to where Meaghan had set up a special "scratch" camera. (The girls explained the rules of the game to her when the boys were outside.) He then put his hands in his pants and pleasured himself for 1 minute. Josh then went to break and had better luck. He sunk the 4, 11, 12, and 13. A great break! He walked over to Callie first and removed her shirt for the four ball exposing her red bra holding in her beautiful breast., then went and took Matt's pants off for the 11, a little awkward, but hey it's a game. Everyone can tell that Meaghan's presence has affected Matt, by the tent in his underwear. Meaghan is right there getting pictures of each step, still completely nude. 

Josh then he went to Amanda and pulled her shirt over her head. Amanda had medium length red hair. She was wearing a light blue lacy bra and had medium sized breast. He then pulled down her sweat pants revealing a matching light blue lace panty covering a perfect large round butt. Amanda had a great figure, you couldn't really tell by what she was wearing, a baggy t-shirt and sweat pants, but now in her undergarments, wow!

Amanda takes a turn. (It was decided that once balls are sunk and clothing removed the next person goes ahead.) Amanda sinks the 1 ball. She walks over to Josh and removes his pants exposing his appreciation of Meaghan as well. Next up is Callie. She sinks the 10 ball and walks over and removes Matt's shirt exposing his perfect abs and hairy chest. Matt then takes his turn and this time is able to sink the 5 ball before scratching for the second time. 

Matt walks over to Callie and gently slides off her pants revealing her cute pink panties barely covering her large ass. Then he takes his position and begins to pleasure himself and everyone agrees it should be 2 minutes since it his second time. Soon you can see the cum soaking through his underwear. So at this point Josh is wearing a t-shirt and boxers. Callie and Amanda are in bra and panties and Matt is wearing cum soaked boxers.

Josh shoots again and sinks the 7 ball. He smiles as he slides the pink panties off his beautiful wife's large ass for all to see. Everyone sees her well shave pussy and can't confirm her natural hair color. Callie sinks the 15 ball and scratches. She walks over to Amanda and slides the blue lace off her large round ass, exposing a blonde bush confirming a suspected dye job. Callie then take her place and fingers herself for her required minute, which is really exciting her as well as everyone else. 

Amanda scratches. She takes Callie's place and sits and spreads her lips so everyone can see as she takes her minute. Meaghan got some close ups during the process. You could tell Meaghan was getting wet watching all this going on. She even was fingering herself as she took pictures of the others masturbating. 

Matt is up and sinks the 6 but bumps the 9 in first. He removes his boxers relieving his large thick cock from its prison and then walks up to Callie reaches around her and undoes her bra and removes it exposing her beautiful breast. So now Callie and Matt are completely nude and Josh is in a t-shirt and boxers and Amanda has her bra.

Amanda shoots and knocks in the 3 ball. She then smiling walks over to Josh and yanks down his boxers freeing his thick hard dick. Callie is next and sinks the 2 ball to relieve her husband of his shirt. Amanda is the only one with any clothing, her bra. Matt goes after the 4 ball to relieve her of it, and scratches instead. 

He spends the next three minutes cumming all over himself and maybe getting some on Meaghan as she was getting some close ups. Everyone watched as he did so and Meaghan fingered herself for the whole 3 minutes as well, leaving cum running down her legs. Josh takes his turn and pockets the 14, leaving only the 8 ball. He walks up behind Amanda caressing her nice but with his dick as he relieves her nice tits of their captor. 

Amanda shoots for the 8 ball and scratches. She then gives another two minutes of spread lips and lots of cum. Callie also shoots and scratches, so decides to follow suite and sits to also give a great view of her treasure as she plays for two minutes. Josh also scratches and has his first chance to get some relief as he shoots a load all over Meaghan during her close up of his one minute show. 

Matt attempts the 8 ball again and to everyone's dismay sinks it in the corner pocket. He then announces that he is dying for a blow job from his wife Amanda. As per the rules he lays on the pool table and Amanda climbs between his legs and begins to suck like never before. Everyone is so aroused at this point. Meaghan is trembling as she gets some up close and personal shots. Matt cums and cums and Amanda swallows then moves and strokes his dick with her hand so he can cum all over her tits. They then move to a sofa and Matt enters her from behind.

Callie leads Josh over to the other sofa lays him down so she can ride him. Meaghan continues to shoot photo after photo. Orgasms fill the room. Everyone gets multiple orgasms, even Meaghan is able to bring herself over the top. Once everyone is done, they decide to all go and take advantage of the oversized multiple head shower.

As they were heading to the shower, which happened to be located on the main floor of the cabin. Callie turns around and asks Meghan if she would like to join them. Looking down at herself she smiles and quickly joins the others. Once in the shower, everyone starts to get goofy and starts playing around.

And that is when Callie bumps into Matt's limp dick on accident. So he grabs her from behind jokingly and starts grinding himself into her butt. Pretty soon she can feel his hard dick hitting her butt. Josh also notices and comes over to the front of her and starts pushing his dick into the front of her. Soon they were saying they were having a Callie sandwich.

Everyone started laughing. Josh being ready to burst grabbed his sweet wife and takes her from behind in front of everyone. Which automatically changes the mood, from a light fun mood to a sex driven mood. As soon as they were done, Meghan came over and asked Callie if it would be okay for Josh to suck her nipples while she masturbates. Callie looked at Josh who shrugged his shoulders, but before she could answer Matt came over to Meghan and started to grab & pull her nipples. Not wanting to miss out on the action Amanda asked Matt to lay down on the shower floor so she could ride his throbbing dick while he sucked Meghan's nipples. 

Callie liked the idea so she had Josh also lay down on the floor so she could ride his dick as well. But before he did he asked Meg to turn so she could finger her butt, which thrilled her. Meg then asked to lather and wash everyone off and everyone agreed, so she lathered up every inch of everyone's bodies one at a time, making sure to get breast, dicks and pussies extra clean! She then lathered herself down as well, but not before Josh and Matt helped her with her ass, pussy and breasts. After a long sex filled shower, everyone was tired and worn out. 

After everyone got out & changed they met back up in the great room & decided they wanted to watch a movie. Since the girls were all tired they decided against a porn movie, which the boys really wanted to watch. After the movie was over they decided to turn in, they got a bed all ready for meg who was beginning to feel like a 5th wheel. 

The next morning after having sex a couple of times, Callie and Josh make their way down stairs to find Meg, had left during the night or early morning. She left a note explaining she had to leave to get to a photo shoot, but she was very glad she got to be part of the most erotic night she had in a long time! She left a video tape for all of them to watch. 

Just as they were sitting down to eat Matt & Amanda came in the front door, wearing towels. They explained they wanted to go skinny dipping in the lake, but it was still really cold so they decided to come in and take a shower. They asked if Josh & Callie wanted to join them. They declined since they agreed to meet up with some family who was up camping. But they would take a rain check. 

The other couple said okay & walked up the stairs stripping their towels off so we could watch their butts as they climbed the stairs. Once they were gone & they heard the shower going, Callie asked Josh if he wanted to watch the video Meg had left. Curosity got the better of them, so they quickly went to the tv to watch the video. At first it was the footage from the pool game which totally got Josh, since his dick was starting to stand attention in his shorts. 

But then they quickly realized that Meg never turned off the video. And soon they saw Matt & Amanda fighting over something, then as quickly as they starting fighting they were tearing off each other's clothes, revealing Amanda's amazing breasts & blonde bush. And Matt's hard thick dick, that was pulsating. But they just stood there for a few minutes before they started to kiss, pull & grab each other. Then they just tore into each other, it started with Matt pushing Amanda on top of the ottoman, teasing her before thrusting his throbbing dick into her blonde pussy. 

Amanda was screaming because of the force, then as soon as he came, Amanda rolled over & rode his dick until she came. Thinking they might be done, Josh started to fast forward, just as they stood up & he pushed Amanda down & took her first from the pussy then from her butt. Amazed his dick was still hard as a rock, Josh wondered if he was using something to keep it that long. 

But before going on Josh was throbbing & had Callie lean over so she could relieve himself of his built up cum. After they were done, they fast forward to right after Meg went to bed. They watched as she turned on the tv & the camera was just right so they could see she was watching a porn. As she was watching she started to finger herself & rubbed her nipples at the same time. A couple of times she let out soft moans. Just as she was finishing, Matt came down the stairs. 

You could tell he startled her. But then he came over to her, she was still naked & still breathing heavy. He didn't say a word, but they saw him first take a finger and trace her round breasts, then he gently pulled on her nipples. She just kept looking at him. Before he continued he pulled off his t-shirt and boxers, revealing his hard dick. Which Meg immediately took and first started pumping it, then pulled it into her mouth. She pulled him out right as he was cumming to put his dick in-between her breast so he could cum all over them. Then he pulled her up & started to kiss her neck & nipples. Then he turned her around very gently, which they thought was weird since he was so forceful with his wife, and inserted his dick into her butt, she moaned softly as he penetrated her. This kept going on for about 20 minutes. After they were finished Matt got dressed, went & got a drink & went upstairs, leaving Meg laying their completely naked. After a while she got up & we assumed she took another shower since she came out in a towel. As she was putting on the nightshirt Amanda had given her we see Amanda coming down the stairs. 

Not acting guilty at all Meg starts talking with Amanda. Before long we see Amanda move closer to Meg, she starts fingering her hair, then slowly her face, until she reaches Meg's breasts. Which is where she stops, Meg brings up her hand like she wanted to stop but instead she puts it on the back of Amanda's head & pulls her in. That when they started to kiss. 

Callie, said yuck & Josh just laughed at her but never moving his eyes from the screen. Callie noticed that once again Josh's shorts were starting to tent up. So she endured watching as Meg & Amada stripped down & started to suck & kiss each other's breasts, while fingering each other. Once they both cummed they let out a moan & started to laugh. Amanda picked up her clothes, kissed Meg on the cheek & walked slowly up the stairs looking over her shoulder at Meg until she reached the top. 

Several hours later as Meg is sleeping, Amanda and Matt both come downstairs. Amanda is carrying two strap on double dildos. The walk up to Meg, who is sound asleep, and laying completely nude still and starts rubbing her ass with his hand and then his dick, soon she wakes and looks at them and smiles. She sees the strap on and gets a grin. Amanda, straps one on after inserting one end in her pussy and climbs on Meg and inserts the other in Meg's pussy and begins to thrust. Meg grabs Matt's cock and pulls it towards her mouth and starts to give him some deep throat action. Soon everyone begins to cum. Matt then says how about a Meg sandwich?

Amanda smiles and reinserts into Meg while she is standing and Matt inserts into her butt hole and they go at it. Meg is getting really excited and is moaning loudly. Next Amanda comes up behind Matt and inserts her strap in into his ass as he turns Meg around and sticks his cock in her pussy. The go at it for a while and change places so everyone gets a chance in each hole. Matt and Amanda hold hands and walk up stairs. Meg watches them looks in the camera, smiles and says "I hope you all have had as much fun as I have, email me a mailing address and I will send you a disc with videos and pictures I took. Meg got up squeezed her breast turned around bent over showing her large round butt one more time spread her cum soaked pussy and then turned around walked over and shut off the camera.

Josh went online set up a new email account and an untraceable post office box that would forward to his home address and emailed Meaghan right then. He and Callie then left for the day.

Matt and Amanda were still in the shower they were kissing and hugging and fucking each other. Matt finally talked Amanda into something he had been trying for a long time. He left for a minute. Amanda positioned one of the movable shower heads to pleasure herself until Matt returned with a razor and shave cream. Matt then shaved Amanda's blonde bush off until she was smooth. Then he proceeded to lick all around and in her vulva. When he was done Amanda shaved all the pubic hair off his balls. Then they went back to their room with the disc Meg left.

When Josh and Callie returned they could hear Matt and Amanda going at it so they decided to go take a shower. After they have been in a while they hear the door open and an already naked Amanda walks in and ask if she can join. Josh staring at her now clean shaven pussy says "sure." 

Amanda brought in a black bag with her and pulls out of it a 12 inch dildo mounted on a suction cup and sticks it on the floor and proceeds to ride it. Callie looks on in envy. Josh doesn't know what to think but start to stroke his dick as he watches. Callie goes over and grabs his cock from him and really starts to stroke it. 

Once Amanda gets a big orgasm she asked Callie if she wanted to try. Callie jumped on and let out a big moan as she began thrusting herself. Amanda then went over and slid her mouth over Josh's thick hard member and began some deep throat relief he so desperately needed. When Josh began to cum Amanda just kept sucking and swallowing until Callie got where she needed. Callie got off and exclaimed "wow, what else do you have in your bag?" Amanda pulled out a large double vibrating dildo and said "will you use this with me it is one of my favorites?" 




Getaway - Longer Version



Callie looked at it for a while and then said "why not." Amanda slid one end of the large dildo into Callie's wet pussy and then slid the other end in hers wrapped her arms around Callie pulled her close so there breast were smashed together and thrust back and forth. Both girls were really excited. Josh said "hey what about me?" Callie said "how about you let me use it in your ass?" Josh said "that doesn't help my problem holding his thick dick in his hand." Amanda says "stick that in me and we can have a Josh sandwich." Josh looks at Amanda's beautifully shaved pussy and perfect round ass and then over to Callie. 

Callie looks at Amanda then Josh and says "I know you think she has a great butt, put it in there!" Josh cautiously asks "are you sure?" Callie says "let's have a Josh sandwich!" Amanda pulls some anal ease out of her bag and puts it on two fingers and sticks them in Josh's butthole and applies it around liberally. She then gets a new load and does the same to Callie although Callie wasn't expecting it. 

Amanda backs into Josh's throbbing member and Callie slides the dildo gently up his butt and then slides her pussy over the other end. All three are moving back and forth to maximize sensation and don't notice Matt has come in and is watching. Once everyone has relieved themselves they stop still inside each other and hear Matt say "I think I should get the Callie sandwich I joked about yesterday!" 

Everyone looked at Matt and then at Callie. Callie says "you probably should." Amanda said "you should but first you and I are inside." Matt enters Amanda's pussy, Josh reinserts into Amanda's ass and Callie places the dildo in Matt's ass and her pussy. Everyone moved in sync and then decided to switch it up after a while. 

Matt turned Amanda around and slid in her ass, had her share the dildo with Callie and then Josh slid into Callie's tight ass. And they went for a while again. Matt then said he wanted his Callie sandwich so he walked up to Callie ready to stick his penis in her pussy but Callie turned around and backed her ass into it and motioned for Josh to come in her pussy. Amanda slid back on her big floor dildo and entertained herself as she watched. When every one cummed she traded with Callie except with Matt in her pussy and away they all went at it again.

Next Amanda had Callie share the dildo with her had Josh enter her ass and Matt enter Callie's. Matt said "too bad we didn't think of this when Meg was still here we could have had a lot of fun." Josh pictured in his mind Callie sharing a dildo with Meg, his cock up Meg's large ass, Amanda with a dildo in his ass and Matt's dick in Callie's ass. "I agree" Josh chimed in. 

Next the girls turned around with the dildo up their asses and their husband's dicks in their pussies. Amanda retrieved 2 more dildos from her bag for the next run she had one up her ass sharing with Callie's ass and then she had one in her pussy and Josh's ass and Callie shared one in her pussy with Matt's ass. Both boys probably wished Meg was there to supply them with one of her 3 holes to give relief.

We return home from our getaway and about a month later a package comes in the mail from Meg. We are excited we open it and it has a bluray disc and a DVD rom. We put the DVD in the computer and a video comes up and its Meg talking. "Hey guys I hope you are doing well and I hope you will be happy with what I have for you. I want to thank you for letting me wait out the storm with you I had more fun than I ever thought I would. I am trying to keep up my part of the deal. 

The Blu-ray consists of all the video I took and there is a lot. I have so many different angles you can choose from and I made a default that consist of all my favorite shots during the entire game. One section I hope you will enjoy is the close up video, I was able to get video of every close-up I took pics of. I also had a camera hidden in the shower I didn't tell anyone about so our adventure in there is on there as well. There is a link on here for a special surprise. I hope one day you can come visit my studio, I'll take some free pics for you and if you'd like I have a great place to make 'sandwiches.'" 

We click the link and it takes us to what looks like a secure virtual DVR. We see the dates and times of the recordings and open the first file and it is Amanda and Matt in the shower when Amanda shaves her Bush. The next recording was when Amanda brought her toys and we made sandwiches ...... now Meg's comment at the end made since! There were more recordings dated for after we left. I guess there is a camera that records anytime the lights are turned on in the shower room and we will be able to watch whatever goes on! 



Getaway Weekend



[This story was originally submitted under my husband's username (AirRichard101). It tells the story from his point of view about the incident when I first deliberately flashed strangers. I liked the way he tells it so I am presenting it in his own words.

My story has roots in a true weekend experience with my wife who writes on this site under the username SandraMustard. Since she has embellished a story about my shenanigans with a maid named Leilani, I can exaggerate this account of her first blatant exhibitionism. For those who wonder how much of this actually happened, sorry, this gentleman does not kiss and tell.

I always acknowledge proofreading help provided by volunteer editors who work without compensation. Improving the grammar and mechanics of this story was the effort of PrincessLeigha.

©AirRichard101 2013

©Sandra Mustard 2014]

I walked in the front door and set my briefcase on the floor. Our suitcase and tote bag were stacked there, waiting for an unknown travel adventure.

My voice boomed in the small foyer. "Honey, what's with the luggage?"

I heard her excited giggle and then her light steps pattering in the hallway. When she whirled into view around the corner, my eyes noted her airy dress-like clothing, much shorter than what she normally wore. Then I recognized the garment was her beach cover-up that she was wearing as a summer dress, probably to get my attention. Perhaps instead, she intended to distract me from asking if she remembered to iron my bowling shirt, but I was wise to her tricks by now.

My upward viewing angle glimpsed whitish panties as she and her dress hem bounced down the stairs before vaulting into my arms. Her perfume arrived just as her tongue slid between my lips. I felt a stir in my loins; she still did that to me after twenty-six years.

"Are you going somewhere, Babe?" I asked as our lips parted but her arms folded behind my neck kept me leaning over her. Her hips pushed forward to remain gently pressing on my growing manhood.

A soft glow twinkled in her eyes and her voice had a husky pitch. "Uh-huh. I'm going away for a weekend of wild sex with my lover."

"Is it someone I know?"

She gave me a playful punch as she turned to grab her purse off the hall tree. "You know no one but you will ever be my lover. Let's go, Darlin'."

Obediently grabbing the luggage, I followed her out the door, fondly watching her pear-shaped ass move as she walked. I would follow her to the ends of the Earth. After stopping to put the bags in the trunk, I trotted around to the passenger door where she waited for me; a ritual we have never abandoned. I opened the door and watched her slide into the seat. Moving into position, I hesitated just a moment, watching. She twisted to grab the seat belt; her relaxed legs parted. There it was, satin and lace on creamy thighs. My exhale softly whooshed through open lips. After closing the door, I circled in front of the car. We made eye contact through the windshield. My smile said I enjoyed the show; her smile said she knew I would.

I waited with my hands on the steering wheel, the idling engine at my command. "It would help me to know where I'm taking you for this orgy."

"Lake Geneva," she answered and began to rummage in her purse.

"Wisconsin?"

"Uh-huh. I made reservations at a resort called the Cove, right downtown. I have the address written on a piece of paper."

"Leave it. I'll get us there. We might not even need the address to find it." I had been in and through the resort town many times. As soon as we got on the interstate, my mind began to analyze logistics about our trip. That was when I remembered the mission I had been on when I entered our house. It was my bowling night. My teammates were going to be pissed when I didn't show up. "The guys are gonna miss me tonight."

"Relax. Ed's known all week to find a sub. Pete is thrilled to anchor in your place." I smiled for I knew what a thoughtful wife I had.

"So, two nights without the kids around, huh?"

"Three. Your boss knows you won't be in Monday."

I wondered what else she had arranged for us. "What are we gonna be doing for three nights, Babe?"

"It's your fiftieth birthday tomorrow, so anything you want, Woody."

My heart double-clutched and shifted into a higher gear when she used that nickname from our younger days. Her emphasis on 'anything' caused mini-me to perk up, too. While I drove, Sandy and I relived memories of sexcapades on previous getaway weekends, leading to imaginative conversations about the days ahead. I couldn't tell if she had formed ideas already or just planned to wing it. Either way would be fun because she behaves without inhibitions when among total strangers.

Talking also helped to past time on the long journey, lengthened by a frog-choking thunderstorm and heavy traffic jamming the Chicago to Milwaukee interstate. Even Highway 50 was slow with lots of travelers headed west toward the popular vacation destination. We didn't roll into the town of Lake Geneva until it was dark, but had no trouble finding the well-marked Cove Resort. 

I discovered our third floor suite included a kitchenette, dining table, leisure area with fireplace and large TV, a bedroom with a king size bed, and a large bathroom with both a glass walled shower stall and an oversized whirlpool tub. The apartment like setting would provide an adequate playground for our carnal celebration. Sandy rolled our luggage into the bedroom while I stored the food and refreshments we had stopped for into the refrigerator.

I made a stiff rum and cola for myself and poured a wine cooler into an appropriate glass for her. As I picked up our drinks and turned, Sandy walked naked across the bathroom doorway. By the time I entered the spacious and luxuriant room, she had bent over the tub, closing the drain and adjusting the water valves. Her hanging breasts swayed with her movements. Her clamshell vulva beckoned; a portal to a heaven that I had entered so often in our relationship.

She remained bent over but her head turned to look back at me. "Are you gonna just stand there gawking or bring me my drink?"

"Sorry, I was moon-struck by your beauty," I offered as I approached and handed her the goblet. Her smile didn't let on to whether she simply had appreciated my compliment or had caught my pun. "To us," I toasted and we each took a drink, hers a dainty sip, mine a manly gulp.

When she poured in the complimentary bubble bath, I disrobed. Sandy immediately climbed into to the tub despite containing mere inches of water. With her back against one end, I entered the opposite. The tub had to be seven feet long because I could lie down flat without touching either end; too bad for that as we could not play our normal genital-footsy. Instead, we enjoyed romantic banter and consumed our drinks as the steamy water and alcohol gave our mood a rosy glow.

When the water rose to cover the nozzles, I turned on the pump. Within minutes, the blanket of froth on the surface became mountainous pillows of foam. She crawled around to join me at my end of the tub. Although slightly squeezed with tilted hips, there was room to grope our genitalia. While our lips and tongues danced, I pried into her labia to scrub her clit and an underwater creature wrapped tentacles around my cock. She tugged playfully on my sapling until she had the manly timber she needed for her purpose.

At this point, our amorous game turned ugly, as once again the tub length became our nemesis. Straddling my hips, she impaled her sex on mine. The force of her movement pushed my body down the slippery tub end-wall until my entire body was underwater. My hands struggled to push myself to the surface and no sooner did I gulp air than her humping body caused my hands to slip. After witnessing my brief, desperate struggle to avoid drowning, she decided that her orgasm wasn't worth killing me to reach. Her weight lifted off and hands pulled me to safety, thereby saving me from an embarrassing epitaph.

We decided to retire to a safer platform and soon were cuddling quietly between the sheets. Unfortunately, exhaustion from a long workday, a three-hour drive, and simmering in the acrylic cauldron meant consciousness didn't last thirty seconds.

* * * * *

The wonderfully warm wetness enveloping my cock disappeared, replaced by cool air. A voice pulled me back from dreamland. "Happy birthday, Darlin'." The warmth covered me again and the supple muscle of her tongue massaged the underside of my manhood. I looked down, saw the top of Sandy's head, and watched it bob. Her hair touched my stomach and thrashed against my skin as she moved. I was getting ready to explode but suddenly, all stimulations stopped.

Closing my eyes, I used the reprieve to catch my breath. Dramatically, her lips tightly wrapped around my penis and traveled up and down its shaft again with a slurping rhythm. When her tongue wasn't wiggling on its underside, it swirled around the glans. Mount St. Helens began to swell, ready to erupt until abruptly, she stopped again. My balls ached with tension.

Her head pushed down slowly once again. I felt my cock inch deeper, sliding down her throat until her lips reached its base. Deliberately unhurried, she eased my cock back out while her lips held tight, creating a suction that seemed destined to pull my guts out through my urethra. I lifted my hips, drawn by her oral urging, until my ass was off the bed. Suddenly, her teeth closed firmly on the sensitive area just under the glans.

I remained motionless arched off the bed, afraid to cause a withdrawal that would peel the helmet off my cock. My back and thigh muscles cramped with tension. Abruptly, her mouth opened to release me. I dropped like a bomb from a plane, bouncing once off the mattress, only to be seized again by her voracious mouth. I moaned, worried about what she might do, but also eager for more.

Rapid starts and stops characterized the oral sex my lover performed on me. Slow deep twists alternated with fast pumping, occasionally allowing my cock to escape with a plopping noise. A hand rocked and rolled around my testicles and a fingernail scratched at my perineum. Repeatedly, her actions urged me close to ejaculation but denied the release.

Without warning, her mouth pulled away and she climbed on top of me. She did not need stimulation from me to be ready. Her vagina was hot and flooding when it slid sleeve-like over me. Her body immediately began humping vigorously on me to satisfy her raging desire. Reaching up to massage her breasts, I knew she was close, but so was I. I pulled her down for passionate kisses. Tasting my manness, our tongues squirmed briefly before the oxygen requirements of our exertion made us both gasp for air.

Her body began to convulse with pleasure. A surge of vaginal heat bathed my cock and her flooding began to seep out, dribbling down to my anus. The tightness in my gut became impossible to hold back. I held her tightly and savagely drove up into her. My grunting efforts produced squeals from her until they turned to shrieks as I pumped my seed deep in her womb.

Our undulations slowed with the ebb of passion until lying quietly, we spoke of love. Too soon, my flaccid penis slipped out of her vulva, allowing a flood of combined love juices to make a mess on my groin and the bed. 

Sandy entered the shower first. I used a damp towel from the night before to do a temporary cleanup and then headed to the kitchenette. I started a pot of coffee and toasted a pair of English muffins for our breakfast. I stepped under the water cascade just after she stepped out. When I came out, I noticed she had put on her robe and gone out with her breakfast to have a smoke on the balcony. I threw on some shorts, grabbed my breakfast, and joined her (except I don't smoke...cigarettes, anyway).

Our balcony faced the rear of the hotel property. A line of trees blocked the view of all but the roofs of buildings beyond. Below was a two-lane service road that led to the restaurant that was part of the complex; toward the road's end was a delivery dock by the building that housed the lobby. Because the pavement came within a foot of our building and was wide enough, there were a few parking spaces below us. With no building entrances on that side, the spaces had to be for overflow parking and seldom used except by resort employees.

As I walked out and past Sandy, I saw a car parked directly below our balcony. Nothing registered in my mind about that until I sat in the wicker chair in the corner. There was a planter against the railing where I sat and the foliage somewhat hid me but allowed me to see out and below. When I looked down, I noticed movement in the car. I realized the man sitting in the car had his cock pulled out of his pants. The movement was his hand stroking his erection while leaning forward to look up at Sandy.

I looked at her. She was wearing her favorite robe (and mine!) Made of a baby blue satin material that clung to her provocatively, it was short - very short. From my sitting position, I could see her clitoral hood and protruding inner labia just below the robe's hemline. I was instantly aroused as I knew she was exposed to the man below.

I have long been an exhibitionist, enjoying women seeing my cock in a non-threatening way. Instead of jumping out of bushes naked, I setup situations that let a woman believe she is observing an accidental exposure. Only if her voyeurism leads her, do I occasionally make my exposure obviously intentional. Sandy has known of my fetish since before we were married and that it has been my desire for her to do similar things. Other than watching me and sometimes making love in risqué locations, she had never before found the nerve to try 'flashing' despite admitting that the thought excited her.

Not wanting to end the show but hoping she could realize the thrill of flashing, I asked her if she could see in the car below. She looked down and it took about two seconds to register. She quickly stepped back and exclaimed, "He's jerkin' off!"

"Why wouldn't he? Looking at your pussy all exposed!"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Involuntarily, one of her hands pulled on her robe and the other covered her sex.

"I just did." 

I asked if she knew whether the car was already there when she came out. She thought it drove up just after she came out. Uh huh, lucky timing on his part; sees a scantily clad woman and stops for a look. How does a woman see a car pull in to park below her like that and not think about her modesty? She claimed that she didn't see him park because she had turned to put her coffee and muffin on the table. I guess she mooned him too.

"What should we do?" she asked.

With hope in my heart, I suggested, "Let him look."

Her eyes stared back unblinking. She couldn't be surprised nor doubt my sincerity. "You want him to see my pussy." Her vocal inflection made the words more of a statement than a question.

"He already has," I reminded her.

"Showing my body wouldn't bother you any, would it?"

"Oh, it already has done that," I declared as I showed my tented shorts. "You know I'd love you to flash a man. This lucky stranger has already seen you. What do you have to hide now? He doesn't know who we are or where we're from. Who's gonna find out? Do it, Babe. Do it for me ... for my birthday."

With a devilish grin and to my delight, she stepped back to the railing and casually puffed her cigarette. She wanted to appear casual but I was close enough to detect a slight tremble in her hand. I began to coach her, suggesting actions and assuring her how sexy she was. She was only stealing glances down, so I told her to look all she wants, that I was certain the guy wanted her to see his cock and wasn't worried about being caught looking at her. Of equal importance to me, I wanted Sandy to see the effect she had on another man.

I had her turn around for a sip of coffee, giving a great ass shot as she picked up and put down the cup. When I encouraged her to yawn and stretch her arms over her head, she realized this lifted her robe hem higher but she stretched anyway for a full five seconds.

"How high?" she asked.

"Above your pubes," I reported.

"Oh God, Woody, I'm getting so fuckin' hot."

She was visibly showing signs of arousal as I saw moisture in her folds and her labia opening up; her nipples were poking out big time against the thin robe fabric.

She begged me, "Take me to bed, Woody. I can't stand much more of this."

"You can't get him worked-up and then walk away. You don't want to be thought of as a cock-teaser, do ya? Stay at this until we know he comes. I want you to put on a hot show for him, to drive him crazy."

I began talking dirty to her, something that really turns her on, telling her what the guy could see and what I imagined he'd like to do to her. I suggested that she untie the sash and start touching herself. She complied. With a tug, the sash untwined. Her hands pulled the robe apart and let it hang open. Standing statuesque with her breasts uncovered and pussy pushed forward, she leaned against the railing. The stranger's stroking became feverish. 

With Sandy's hand pulling on a nipple and the other sliding across her clit and into her love-hole, I could hear the squishing sound her fingers made. I happened to be looking down when I saw the guy's head go back out of sight, his hips rise, and the first rope of cum splash off the windshield and drip onto the dash. "Thar she blows!" I declared. 

Sandy watched several more squirts and then cried with a husky voice, "Oh, Woody, I'm coming!" Bent at the waist, she strained with one hand crammed in her sex and one tightly holding the railing, swaying for nearly a minute as her own orgasm surged.

Then I stood up and announced, "Okay, Babe. I wanna screw your ass off now." She had trouble walking so I helped her enter our suite. I looked down and gave the guy a thumbs-up sign. His horn tooted twice.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"Just thanking us, I'd say."

Sandy hopped on the bed and spun around to lie on her back, her legs spread wide apart showing her gaping opening. Her eyes had a wild, wanton look. "Hurry damn it. I need you to fuck the shit out of me!"

I pulled my shorts off and climbed aboard. She was so wet and open for me, I could have used the proverbial 'board tied to my ass' to keep from falling in. I did precisely as she asked. I fucked her long and hard. She had orgasm after orgasm as I spoke of the man who had seen her pussy, describing him looking at the most private parts of her body. Finally, my balls erupted with a ferocity that made me weep. Her arms and legs were wrapped so tightly around me that I couldn't move. I didn't need to move; I didn't want to. Stiffly pushed into her deepest cavern, my cock throbbed and spewed. Her vagina quivered and squeezed me, milking my passion to its last drop.

We spent at least an hour in each other's arms as we bared our souls, talking about what had just happened. She couldn't believe how intensely excited she felt, seeing his eyes focused on her naked body. Like holding a live wire, electric tingles had buzzed through her body from her vulva to her brain. Sandy was hooked. She wanted to do it again.

* * * * *

We decided to have a light lunch delivered to our suite. After ordering from the room service menu, we each put on robes. She donned the sexy blue one again. I wore a plain, more modest, white terry cloth type. We settled on the couch to watch TV. When the knock on the door came about twenty minutes later, I got up to answer. The room service waiter brought the tray in and set it on the island counter. I signed the tab and asked him to wait while I went to get a cash tip from my wallet in the bedroom.

When I came out, his head jerked back around toward me and he had this nervous look on his face. I glanced over at Sandy who seemed to be sitting in the same modest-legs-crossed pose she was in before. I handed him the tip and he left.




Getaway Weekend



When the door closed behind the waiter, I asked Sandy, "Is it just me or did he look rather strange just now? ... Did you flash him?

She shrugged and said, "I don't know ... maybe I did."

"Really? Show me what you did."

In a very good Sharon Stone maneuver, she uncrossed her legs, which bared her still engorged cunny lips, and her robe opened above her pubic hair. Then she crossed her legs the other way, finally pulling the robe down to cover back up.

With another devilish grin, she asked, "So, did I?"

"Oh, you naughty girl! What are you turning into?"

"But I thought you wanted me like this. It's so much fun! I thought his eyes were gonna pop out. I might not wear panties all weekend."

We were still eating our lunch when there was another knock at the door. A female voice called through the door, "Housekeeping!"

I let in two Hispanic maids, both toward the ugly end of the scale. One was middle aged and heavy; the other was thin and probably over sixty. We stayed on the couch eating and watching TV while one cleaned the bathroom and the other the bedroom. After about ten minutes, Sandy ran her hand up my thigh and grabbed my cock. Ignoring my protest, she opened my robe and began gently stroking me.

The older maid saw us first when she came out to their cleaning cart. She took a quick glance before she went back into the bathroom. She must have gone through the connecting door as I heard her say something in Spanish to the other maid. The heavy one came out the bedroom door and took her own quick glance at what Sandy was doing to my member. The maid turned her back to us and announced, "We have job to do. You stop or we leave."

We behaved ourselves while they finished cleaning, although Sandy teased the hell out of me by cuddling and giving me peeks up and down her robe. I used the maids' reaction to point out to her that not every woman tolerates seeing a man's penis while very few men would complain about seeing anything she showed.

After the maids left, we went out on the balcony again, this time to smoke a joint. As the first time she had toked with me in perhaps a dozen years, I wondered if she was backing off from her recent disapproval of my ongoing habit. Because she had done all the packing, I knew she had deliberately included my stash. The fact that she knew of its existence and whereabouts said I had few secrets around her. Rather than intending to hide my smoking, I was merely avoiding being confrontational.

On the balcony, we played around with our robes open and felt each other up, but there were no witnesses because the remote side of the resort had no activity. After our playful moment, we went back inside to have another soak in the whirlpool tub. This time we weren't so adamant about having sex, instead enjoying the soothing waters in our euphoric state. Caressing and groping did bring on another amorous mood and soon had us headed for the bedroom.

I got on the bed first and waited a moment, expecting Sandy to lie next to me. Instead, she climbed over me in the reverse direction, settled onto me with her aroused vulva in front of my face, and attacked my manhood before I could react. Attacked is the operative word.

I pulled her sex closer and buried my face in her folds but my actions were somewhat mechanical because I was distracted by how energetically she was sucking my cock. How aroused she was already became immediately obvious when her first orgasm shook her and flooded copious excretions onto my chin despite minimal stimulations by me. Simultaneously, she throated my cock and her guttural cries vibrated the glans.

Cannabis had always enhanced our senses during lovemaking before and I chalked-up her extraordinary oral approach to its influence. Taking my cock beyond her mouth had happened less than a handful of times in our thirty-year relationship; this was the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

As good a cocksucker as she can be, and I describe her as such with love and pride, her oral-performances are rare. Mostly done to completion as gifts on special occasions, I discount the times she uses a few quick slurps to pump me up when she is anxious for action. It's her mantra that 'Momma ain't done until she's stuffed.' As many times as I can make her orgasm with my finger or especially my tongue, they don't compare to a good fucking. If I shoot my wad in her mouth, I'm useless for vaginal fun for too long of a period to suit her.

Thus, even when her sucking goes beyond the slurps and she pulls out the good moves, I don't expect an oral happy-ending and try to hold back for the next stage. Being the experienced lover that I was, I mentally disconnected my little head from my big head. I concentrated on giving her a good licking, the kind that causes multiple orgasms, providing mind-blowing pleasure for her. The pot was giving me some serious powers of perfect mechanics. During one climax, her ass rose up and allowed me to witness her vaginal opening puckering like a carp's mouth.

As hard as I tried to marshal my resources, I knew where our lovemaking battle was headed (pun intended). She was employing unfair tactics that threatened to blow the cap off my love-cannon. Two commando squads of fingers were simultaneously surrounding my ammunition storage.

Her tongue lovingly massaged my penis, paying particular attention to the sweet spot just under and behind the glans. When not wiggling somewhere along its shaft, her tongue reached out onto my scrotum while my glans squeezed into the mecca of her oral cavity.

I have never known her to be so persistent and I surrendered my passion to her demands. I tapped twice on her shoulder as our standard signal, but it just alerted her to hold me in for the eruption. Cramming my nose between her labia until it entered her vagina, my lips sucked her clit into my mouth. She began to rock through another orgasm, maybe her sixth. Light exploded in my head and lava erupted from my cock. One of her hands squeezed my balls and the other milked my shaft while her mouth accepted my semen. Our bodies thrashed so violently, I heard the bedframe complain.

My orgasm seemed to go on forever, lasting nearly as long as hers did. My cock did not emerge from her mouth until she climbed off and turned to lie by my side. I noticed that she did not stop to empty her mouth, yet her open lips told me no semen pooled there.

"Did you swallow?" I asked in hushed surprise, a rarer occurrence than throating.

She nodded and a look created by her deep love for me flooded her eyes. She hugged me and we shared a long soul kiss. We rested in silence, wrapped in arms that embraced the closeness we had found from the very beginning of our relationship. We fell asleep.

* * * * *

We prepared to go out for an elegant dinner to celebrate my birthday. I reminded Sandy of her decision to go without panties and true to her word, she put on her evening dress with neither panties nor bra. Walking through the hallways to the restaurant, she lifted her dress to flash her pussy at me.

After the hostess seated us at our table, we ordered drinks and appetizers. The plan was for me to visit the men's room. She would flash me and any other lucky patrons when I came back. Other flashing opportunities could develop from there.

When I excused myself to begin, her hand grabbed my arm before I could rise. She begged me not to leave. She felt uneasy and unwilling to go through with any flashing in the restaurant. A feeling of paranoia had overcome her, caused by too many people being present; the setting was too public for her novice exhibitionism. Without any qualms, I accepted her change of mind and assured her that it was fine with me.

We had a great meal in a very romantic setting, a fitting way to serve the original intent of our getaway, which was to celebrate my birthday. Several drinks and fine food set the mood. Eventually, I started a quiet discussion about what must feel right in order to be fun. I used it to assure her that I would never pressure her into doing something that made her uncomfortable. My assurances quieted her nervousness and I knew the liquor would ignite new desires for passion in her - it always does. I chose then to mention how seeing her obviously unhaltered breasts and knowing of her pantyless-state was exciting me.

When I suggested that I would be walking out with an obvious erection bulging in my pants, she squirmed in response; but despite the smile she wore, she didn't let anybody get a peek between her legs. I knew she would remember my hard-on prediction, so while finishing my desert and then paying our bill, I mentally worked on giving myself one. Conjuring up images of her flashing in the restaurant was a start but it didn't work well enough. When I recalled the still fresh image of her on the balcony, open robe giving the man below a free show, my cock reached full length.

I rose first and stood beside Sandy to pull back her chair. Sure enough, her eyes went right to my crotch. They opened wide as she looked at the well-defined ridge stretching sideways. With a big grin, she glanced up and mouthed, "Wow!" Her hand reached out to accept mine but missed and instead raked across my bulge. Whether it was accidental or on purpose, only she can attest to which. I've always believed she meant to touch me.

Taking my hand, her closest leg swung toward me to step out from the table. The move drew her dress hem higher and gave me a fleeting glimpse of her bare thighs spreading open. Did I see all the way to her labial cleft? My high angle view made it difficult but I am convinced I did. My hard cock twitched with delight.

While walking back to our room, my arm across Sandy's back slid up from her waist so my hand could reach around to cup her breast. My thumb and forefinger closed to pinch her stiff nipple straining against her dress. I could feel the mass of her breast shifting up and down as she walked.

Her closest arm angled out in front of me as her open hand pressed on my package. Curling her fingers around the bulge of my cock, her hand moved back and forth sideways, giving me a handjob through my pants. Riding inside the elevator, we kissed hungrily and groped excitedly. My hand reached under her dress and two fingers pressed into her wetness. I felt a tug on my pants before her hand reached through my open fly and pulled out my pole.

She had enough time to administer several strokes before the doors slid open. An elderly couple stood there waiting to board for a trip back down. Sandy turned away from me, pulling free of my fingers, but retaining her hold of my member. When Sandy cleared the elderly lady's sight line and the woman saw my cock, she gasped loudly.

Both the lady and her companion stared slack-jawed as Sandy pulled me out of the elevator by my cock. "Come Darlin'. We have some fuckin' to do," she cooed for their benefit. Shocked immobile, the couple failed to take their eyes off us walking away while the elevator doors closed without them aboard.

Inside our room, we stumbled to the bed. As two intoxicated lovers, we fumbled through a familiar routine more from rote memory than intention. Our sex was sloppy and ended in a tangle heap, much like the events of the crazy day

* * * * *

Around mid-morning Sunday, after Sandy showered, she came out on the balcony where I was smoking another joint. She took a hit and then went back inside to watch TV. When I finished the doobie, I headed to take my own shower.

In the middle of shampooing my hair, Sandy came into the bathroom to alert me that a cleaning lady was in the suite. I worried that the two Hispanic maids had returned and would dislike seeing me naked through the glass enclosure, but Sandy informed me that this time, a lone Asian girl was there to clean. 

Having two little broken pieces of a soap bar to use, I asked her to get me a new one. With a devilish grin that said so much, she said she would send the maid in with one right away. I doubted it would happen but my pulse quickened as I waited for her while rinsing my hair. The shower door and one wall were pure glass, the only distortion coming from water droplets. If the maid came into the bathroom, she would get an eyeful.

I saw the maid enter the bathroom about two steps, stop, and then leave quickly. I was surprised Sandy got her to enter the bathroom at all. Sandy and the maid started talking but I couldn't hear the words, a discussion that lasted nearly two minutes. I don't know what barriers Sandy had to overcome. Language might have been one, but certainly convincing a young woman that it was okay to visit the shower of a strange man was the hardest. Perhaps the public bathing culture of her nationality was the key.

Surprisingly, the maid walked in again, right up to the shower door. I continued rinsing my hair until she spoke, "Soap, Sir." Opening the door, I accepted the soap. As I unwrapped the packaging, she was looking at my cock. When I handed her the wrapping, I noticed Sandy standing in the doorway with a big grin.

I finished my shower with an erection but didn't feel the need for a release. When I stepped out of the shower, the maid was making the bed. Toweling off and then shaving, I puttered around the bathroom completely naked. At times, the maid had opportunities to observe me through the connecting door but I never caught her peeking.

I noticed my robe wasn't on the hook by the shower. Sure enough, Sandy had moved it to the chair in the bedroom. I walked by the maid who was now vacuuming the carpet. She smiled and took one lingering look at my cook as I put the robe on facing her. When I went to join Sandy on the couch watching TV, she watched my semi-hard cock swinging back and forth between the robe flaps as I approached her.

"Oh, that's a nice look. Is somebody's excited? Did you like her seeing you naked?"

"You know it! But she didn't look as much as she could have. She's afraid of me more than shy, I think. How did you get her to walk in on me, let alone stay here to clean? Most maids leave fast when a man is naked."

"She almost did leave after she saw you. It wasn't easy 'cause she doesn't speak much English. She understood the tip I offered. Maybe because I'm here she felt safer that you wouldn't want sex with her. Speaking of wanting sex..."

She threw open my robe and began gently massaging me, keeping me long but not rigid while the maid cleaned the bathroom. When the maid came to the leisure area to empty the trashcan and pick up the empty wine cooler bottles, Sandy watched the girl take a good look at her stroking me. The maid's presence caused my tool to stand proud.

Sandy turned and we began kissing passionately. I was caressing her breasts and she was humping her soaking wet pussy against my thigh. By the time the maid came near again to vacuum, she was trying to ignore the nearly naked couple as best she could. We have made love in public places starting with a romp in the White Sands desert so long ago. The chance to be seen always added excitement, but we hadn't actually been observed to our knowledge; this was the first time we had a known audience ... up close, too.

Sandy was almost coming on my leg and suddenly declared, "Shit, I gotta have it!"

She pulled off her robe, turned her back to me, and sat down on my erect cock just three feet in front of the startled maid. Whether it was the live porn or Sandy's nakedness that interested her, I don't know. She turned off the vacuum and just watched us screwing. Sandy quickly came in a very vocal fashion, but having so many recent orgasms, I couldn't get over the edge despite an exhibitionist's dream circumstance.

The maid was standing there, mouth agape; suddenly, she appeared to lose her nerve. Quickly, she put her vacuum away and dragging the cart, left our suite without speaking.

Sandy was all for fucking until I got off but my little-man was worn out by the recent intense sexual interludes. It sucks when a man gets old.

We had a conversation about having sex in front of the maid. Sandy said she felt powerful doing it and not the least bit ashamed. She also predicted that there would be more times like that as long as we agreed to keep our sex monogamous.

* * * * *

We spent part of the afternoon at a nearby beach, enjoying the fading but still warm summer. We could have turned sunscreen applications into an exhibition but the presence of families with children made us think better of it.

We found a marina that rented pontoon boats so we took one out for two hours. At one point, while zipping along about a hundred yards offshore, Sandy pulled her suit-top down to her waist. I can't say anybody on shore paid attention to us. Neither was I excited by her casual display; I hate to think I was getting blasé about it. In short order, she ended her exposure.

Returning to our suite, we decided to have room service deliver our late dinner. We discussed her flashing the day before and decided to set up a possible repeat performance. I said it was her turn to answer the door. I dressed in just my robe in case a female delivered the food. Sandy put on a pale blue Baby Doll negligee because her robe had a stain and smelled of sex.

When she first walked out from the bedroom, she was wearing the opaque lace bra and panties that came with it. Playing our game to the hilt, I objected to the panties. When she came out again, she wore just the sheer smock top. Her appearance made me gasp; she might as well have been naked. My heart began pounding with excitement as I anticipated what I would get to watch take place.

I didn't know if Sandy had the nerve to carry out her flash. She was acting out in a manner she never tried before, so I sought to bolster her courage.

"Babe, this is going to be exciting. You'll be safe because I'm here. If you get uncomfortable, just step into the other room."

She nodded and took a big swig of her wine cooler. I grabbed one for myself and drank so frequently, the bottle was empty in two minutes.

When the knock came, she went to the door and let in a thirtyish looking young man. Maybe it was the lack of lighting in the entry and her standing mostly behind the door, but he pushed his cart into the room seemingly without noticing her near nudity. He rolled the cart to the small dining table with Sandy following behind him with a puzzled look. As he set out the food on the table, I realized from the look on his face that he was nervous and deliberately ignoring the charms offered for his viewing. That's when I recognized him.

I called Sandy over to me and whispered in her ear that our waiter was the man who was in the car masturbating yesterday. She looked at him and nodded. The fact that this particular man had already seen her naked body and watched her perform a solo sex act gave her a boldness that would surprise all three of us.

Sandy returned to stand near the table but the waiter turned his back toward her as he finished setting out our food. He even offered the tab to me to sign. When I told him Sandy would sign, he had no choice but to look at her. At least he knew I wanted him to see her in that state of undress.

Sandy calmly took the paper and pen, stood at the island counter, and signed. I could see his eyes scan her from head to toe and back. Sandy then 'accidentally' dropped his pen. He stooped to pick it up, fumbling around with his hand while his eyes locked on her pussy just inches away from his nose.

As he stood up, his next move startled both of us. He placed his free hand palm up on her pussy and curled a finger between her labia. I heard Sandy gasp but before I could react, she used both of her hands to push his arm away and curtly told him, "Sorry, you can look but don't touch."

He apologized for the misunderstanding and then Sandy leaned forward and whispered in his ear. She looked into his eyes for some sort of answer and he nodded. To my utter amazement, Sandy removed her negligee and sat naked in a chair at the dining table. The waiter moved in front of her, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his stiffening cock.




Getaway Weekend



My mouth was gaping open as I watched the scene unfold. I was surprised by my wife's actions but not worried about what she might have planned. Intensely aroused, my cock stiffened to granite hardness and poked out of my robe.

Sandy fingered herself while the young man stroked his rod a foot away. I heard her murmur encouragement while his hand vigorously pulled his penis. The virile lad did not take long. He began to groan and stepped closer between her knees. She leaned her chest forward until his cock touched her skin. Huge ropes of semen spurted out and ran down over her breasts. When he stepped back and began to zip up, Sandy's fingers touched his spunk and began spreading it over her nipples.

Probably suffering post-orgasm remorse for his engagement with a hotel guest, the waiter couldn't leave fast enough. Sandy was anxious for another reason. After closing the door behind the departed waiter, she hurried back to the sofa to grab my hand. She dragged me to the bedroom and hopped onto the bed. She spread her legs and made it clear she couldn't wait to have me.

Her vagina flooded wetness and warmly received me. Looking down at another man's semen on her chest spurred me into powerful thrusting.

"Oh yeah, baby! Fuck me hard. You're the man, Woody. You own my pussy! No one but you. Give me that big dick. Oh, BA-BEE-EE-EE-EE..."

I was slamming her hard; showing her I was the king. I didn't mind visitors to my castle, but the royal chamber belonged to me alone. There wasn't much left in my tank, but the heat of our passion caused me to deliver it with a lion-like roar and then collapse on top of her.

"Happy birthday, Darlin'," she murmured.



Getaway



"It's okay, I needed that. A lot." I moved one of my hands to his arm and held onto him tightly.

"Me too," His voice was light and had that edge of happiness to it that I loved hearing. "I'm tired now."

I laughed. Of course he was, but I was too. "Me too." 

I used my other hand to rub his chest and felt myself beginning to doze off again. I didn't care that I was in the kitchen, or that if anyone walked by the kitchen and looked into the window of our little water front condo that they would see both of us naked on the floor. I just felt good, and I wanted to soak it up. Day one of this three day excursion had ended on a high note.