2 comments/ 55181 views/ 4 favorites It Started With Ice By: DeadlyNyghtshayde They’d gotten to their hotel around 4pm; the cab from the airport had taken a nice scenic route through the garden district into the narrow streets of the French Quarter. Michael and Val stared out the windows of the cab at the centuries old buildings as they zig-zagged through the one-way streets. They had made comments on the history of the city and how they couldn’t wait to explore it. And after about half an hour, the cab had dropped them off in front of the St. Marie Antoinette Hotel, the driver even hopping out of his seat to take their suitcases from the trunk. He’d asked if they wanted him to carry them inside and Val said no, that they could handle it. Michael pulled out his wallet and paid the cabby the full price of the fair and a five on top of that as a tip. Then they’d gone inside. The two friends settled into their room; when they’d made the reservations, they’d decided that it would be cheaper (and thus saving them more money to spend on shopping and food) to reserve one room and one bed. They weren’t here necessarily to look for love or sex. They just wanted to explore the city. It had been years since Val had been here and Michael hadn’t, but then he had only moved to the US a year ago from the UK. They’d been friends for years and didn’t see anything wrong with sharing a bed. So, once they got their bags in place, called for extra towels, checked out the room and rested a bit, they both changed for dinner. It was a warm enough evening that Val had ditched her shorts and tank top and slipped into a light cotton summer dress, sleeveless, made from a deep orange material with white flowers on it. The colors complimented her olive-complexion and shoulder-length golden brown hair, which she’d pulled up on the sides, leaving the rest to brush against her sun-freckled shoulders. Michael changed from his travel clothes into a nice pair of tight, faded blue jeans and a navy blue T-shirt, the sleeves rolled up a couple of notches, exposing his lightly muscled arms. He wasn’t as much of a sun-body as Val was, so his skin retained its natural peaches and cream tone. And off they went. They wandered a few blocks, trying to decide on what food tempted them the most. There were the very obvious tourist traps named for television show chefs, which they avoided and moved on to seek out something a little less well-known. Finally, they’d stumbled on a restaurant in a corner building, which was named for someone who’d been in the slave-trade business. It hadn’t been in any of the brochures they’d read up on and in some ways that made the place all-the-more tempting because it shouldn’t be full of whiny tourists. Michael held open the door for Val, placing a hand on her trim waist as she walked in ahead of him. They were greeted by delicious aromas and a smiling maitre-d who quickly guided them to a table near the window; the place was packed all right, and it seemed like they weren’t the only two visitors to New Orleans, but the crowd seemed a little more subdued. Active in their conversations, but toned-down on the qualities that made a person an obvious, and quite often obnoxious, tourist. After the maitre-d left them with menus and walked away, a young waiter approached them and offered to show them a wine list. Val ordered a glass of Chardonnay and Michael ordered beer and the young man hurried away to get their drinks and give them time to order. One he returned, both were ready to order and they did so, giving up their menus. An hour later, full from their meals, Val having ordered the fried shrimp and Michael having chosen a spicy, blackened chicken, the two friends paid their check and left the restaurant. They wandered back into the main streets of the French Quarter, exploring the shops that were still open and listening to the different street musicians scattered to the different corners with their hats or open instrument cases left out, inviting money to fall into them. Several times, Val and Michael would both say, “Let’s go in there,” at the same time, usually referring to two different stores. They’d laugh and then take the time to check out both. They were going to be here a week, so they had plenty of time to shop and spend money. They did find a small liquor store, which they went in and bought a few bottles of alcohol to keep in their hotel room for the late nights once they’d returned for the evening. “You want to check out Bourbon Street tonight?” Michael asked casually. They’d discussed spending an evening bar-hopping on that famous street, more than likely spending more time in the gay bars than anything. But Val was starting to feel a little sleepy; the muggy weather wasn’t helping and she felt a light sheen of sweat on her brow and arms and across her shoulders. She even felt it on her thighs and was ready to get back to the air-conditioning and a nice hot shower. “Naw, not tonight. I think I’m ready to take our stuff and go back to the room. Unwind a little and maybe watch a little t.v.” She walked close to Michael and wasn’t looking up at him when she spoke. She didn’t see the relieved look on his face, mixed with something else. Interest? They returned to the Marie Antoinette and their room, putting out the Do Not Disturb sign just because they could. “You want the shower first?” Val asked, watching as Michael started to pour himself a rum and Coke. He looked up at her, his coffee eyes peaking out from a lock of his shaggy dark brown hair. “Sure,” he answered as he finished making the drink. He licked a bit of rum off of the skin between his left thumb and forefinger then picked up the cup, the ice inside tapping against the plastic. It was one of the hotel cups, the typical plastic tumblers that came wrapped in plastic and sat on the small tray beside the marble-looking ice bucket. Val was walking toward the make-shift bar herself as Michael passed her, walking into the bathroom with a pair of cotton knit pj bottoms slung over his right shoulder, his drink still in hand. As they passed each other, their arms brushed and neither noticed the other one shudder slightly at the touch. Val listened to the bathroom door close and the shower starting. She walked over to the window that looked out onto Bourbon Street. It wasn’t very late yet. Probably about 10pm, but the street was already crowded with people wandering from place to place. Even through the closed window, their drunk and happy voices carried up to her on the fourth floor and she smiled to watch them for a while. At one point, one of the partying men down below looked up and saw her standing there at the window, and he waved up to her. He pointed Val out to his buddies and they all waved. She smiled and offered a return gesture, figuring that they wouldn't even remember her in the morning. Val finally stepped away from the window and plopped sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached for the remote and turned on the television. Flipping past all the local news channels, she quickly found one of the movie channels and the regular sex documentary show that aired new episodes once a week on Saturdays. “Great,” she told herself, thinking about how she loved this show but almost always got turned on by the topics. This was not the time or place to get herself worked up into a lustful frenzy. And yet, instead of changing the channel, Val left it there, watching the segment on sex toys and masturbation. It was hypnotic and she felt herself growing wet beneath her dress. She was particularly taken by a couple playing together with a cock-shaped vibrator, and her mind began to wander, giving her images of someone and herself using the same toy. Val allowed her thoughts to take off, building in intensity and when the dream-Val looked up into the eyes of her lover, she found herself staring into Michael’s eyes. And he was smiling down at her, his hand, moving the vibrator in and out of her wetness. Val jumped out of her thoughts with surprise, to find her hand clutching her dress and pulling it up toward her waist, her other hand moving toward her now-sopping underwear. She was about to continue with her self-exploration when she heard the water in the bathroom stop. Listening a little closer, she heard the curtain pulling back across the metal rod and she knew that her friend would be out here soon. Quickly, Val jumped up from the bed; she saw that the show was still on and she switched channels till she found another movie channel that was playing some harmless and silly romantic comedy that she’d seen thousands of times before. Dropping the remote on the bed, she walked over to the dresser where they’d set their alcohol and the ice bucket and cups next to the t.v. She poured herself a quick gin and tonic, just barely having the time to squeeze a couple of drops of lime juice into the plastic cup before the bathroom door opened and Michael walked out. She looked up at him, hoping to appear normal and she noticed that the upper portion of his body was still a little wet from the water that dripped from his hair. The rest of him was dressed in his pajama bottoms and he was still towel drying his hair while he walked further toward the bed. He carried his cup, now emptied, in his other hand and walked over to where Val stood with her drink in hand. She’d already drunk down part of it, trying to cool herself off from her previous fantasizing and Michael stopped beside her to fix himself another drink. “You look flushed,” he told her. “Is it too warm in here?” He fixed another drink and then walked toward the air conditioner unit in the corner by the window, intent on adjusting the temperature. “Hmm? Oh. No. Actually, I’m comfortable,” she replied with a smile. She added a little more gin and tonic to her glass and then started toward the bathroom. “Hotel rooms are usually too cold for me, so this is actually fine. Unless you want it colder. Of course, then you’re going to have to deal with me stealing all the blankets in the night.” She grinned at him and winked as she grabbed up a sleeping T-shirt and a fresh pair of underwear. There was no way she could stay in the ones she was wearing now. Michael moved away from the a/c unit and back to his drink. He watched her disappear into the bathroom and then sat down on the bed. Now he flipped through the channels, finding one that actually listed all the channels available on the hotel t.v. and what was playing on them. As he sucked on a piece of rum-soaked ice, he found a listing of channels that caught his attention. Glancing up toward the bathroom and seeing that the door was definitely closed, he waited for the right moment. After he heard the shower start up again, knowing that Val would be in there for a while, since she liked long hot showers, Michael programmed one of the Pay-Per-View channels that advertised that it showed adult movies. A screen on the t.v. asked for a credit card number, and he gladly supplied one of his, knowing that this could end up costing him a fortune. But he was too curious (and horny) for his own good, so he figured it was worth it. There was actually a movie in progress on the channel he picked. Of course, from the way it had been listed, this was one of those movies that actually had three or four segments with unrelated stories to it. Ones with no real plot, just ones with a story-like beginning to them only to get them to the gratuitous sex that people interested in porn were more interested in seeing. Michael, of course, being one of the people who didn’t always need a storyline to precede his porn, was glad to see that the introductions of the characters, a saleswoman at a department store and a man wanting to try on jeans, wasn’t going to take forever. Just as he stepped into the dressing room, the saleswoman poked her head in to see if he needed any help. And then it just got better from there. As Michael watched the woman expertly giving the guy, now only wearing red speedo-type underwear around his ankles, a blow job, he found himself getting extremely aroused. “Shit,” he thought at first, worried about how this was going to look when his friend came out of the bathroom. But he heard the water continue, so he figured he had at least enough time to finish this scenario and maybe get himself off at the same time before he’d be interrupted. Michael set his drink on the nightstand on his side of the king-sized bed, wiping the cold condensation off on the bedspread. He was sliding his hand down the front of his pants just as the water shut off; however, he was too distracted by what was going on in the movie to notice the lack of running water. Grabbing his dick in his hands, he stroked himself once or twice, picturing himself as the guy in the movie. He started to close his eyes and as he imagined the saleswoman’s mouth wrapped around him, he realized that it was Val giving him the blow job. About that time, he heard the bathroom door opening and Michael quickly pulled his hand out of his pants and grabbed one of the pillows to set in his lap. Trying to lean back casually against the other pillow, he watched his best friend walk out of the bathroom, wearing a white Hanes T-shirt that came down on her to about mid-calf, and she was towel drying her hair. He assumed she was wearing something under the shirt to cover her ass, but he couldn’t see and he wasn’t going to ask. “Michael, what are you watching?” she asked as she stepped over to the bed and sat down on it. She set her cup, now just full of ice, on her nightstand and then finished trying to dry her hair. Her eyes met with the movie he was watching and then they cut over to him, staring in shock. “I...uh...was just curious. I saw this listed on the pay channel and I wanted to check it out. I couldn’t believe that a person could really watch porn in a nice hotel room like this, so I had to check it out.” Michael thought the explanation was lame, but he didn’t know what else to tell her. This was his best friend. They were here as friends and neither of them had planned on finding anyone here in the city to fuck during their stay. So, what the hell was he doing getting himself all worked up? “Okay. Cool,” Val started, tossing her towel onto the chair by her side of the bed. She sat her pillows up against the headboard and then leaned against them, bringing her knees up against her chest. “Let’s keep watching it then,” she added, much to Michael’s stunned expression. “What? I mean, you’re paying for it. Might as well finish watching it. They’re going to charge you full price whether you shut it off now or at the end of the movie.” She turned her attention to the television screen, watching her friend out of the corners of her deep cinnamon eyes. Finally, Michael set his other pillow in front of the other and leaned back against them again, trying to remain calm. About halfway through the saleswoman getting a face-full of cum, a reward for her skillful blow job, the reality of him sitting here and watching porn with his best friend who happened to be female dawned on him. The fact that she was willing to sit here with him and watch this stuff shocked Michael at first. And then it begun to do something else. Just when he thought he couldn’t get turned on again, he started to feel a stirring in his crotch. He glanced over at Val, watching her shift her legs, making the T-shirt hike up almost to her hips. He could see that she was wearing a pair of white silk bikini panties from the leg band that flashed him before she curled her leg and the T-shirt covered them once again. He felt mesmerized by the sight of his friend’s bare skin, smooth and clean from her shower. Even though they were on a king-sized bed, they were sitting close to each other and he could feel the heat radiating from her body to heat up his own. His pajama bottoms were getting tight and uncomfortable, but he dare not get up to change. Finally, he turned his eyes back to the movie, just in time to see the saleswoman, now only wearing her bra getting bent over the dressing room’s bench by the man, whose underwear mingled with the other discarded clothes on the floor. His breath caught as he watched the guy thrust into the woman’s wide-open cunt, and at the same time, he heard Val gasp as well. He dared another look at his friend to see that she was sitting there, her hands clutching the bottom of her T-shirt so that it pulled down over her body, showing off the curves of her small round breasts. Michael tried to turn away when he noticed that her nipples were hard and poking through the cotton, and he could see the darker caramel ring surrounding them, contrasting against the white of the shirt. Dammit, he thought and looked back at the television. The saleswoman was moaning and panting as the guy fucked her from behind. The camera angles were typical porn because they were showing up close and personal of his in and out thrusts. Michael thought about grabbing his pillow again but was too caught up in the movie to bother with it. Val couldn’t believe she was casually sitting here with her friend, watching this. She thought she’d gotten herself calmed down while she was in the shower. Of course, she hadn’t counted on coming out to find Michael watching porn either. But this wasn’t so bad. She could handle it. Reaching over to her right, her hand found her cup of slightly melted ice. She drank down some of the lime flavored water and then plucked out a piece of the ice and sucked on it, trying to cool herself down. Val wiped her cold, wet hand across her forehead, hoping that that would help, but of course, it didn’t. Then she had a wicked idea. She pulled another piece of ice out of the cup, a nice big one that would take a while to melt and she held it for a minute in her left hand while she placed her cup back on the nightstand. Then casually, glancing out of the corner of her eye again at Michael, she made sure he wasn’t looking at her. When she saw that his attention was completely on the movie, she reached over and pressed the ice against his right nipple. She laughed as he jumped almost a n inch off the bed, swearing and freaking out when the coldness toughed his bare skin. As he jumped up, he bumped against her hand and she dropped the piece of ice; she thought it was going to fall onto the bed, but instead, it did the worst possible thing it could do. It slid down the front of his pants. Michael yelped as the ice dropped on him, sliding along his dick and finding its way to his balls. The more he jumped, the more his pajama bottoms pushed the ice against him more. He couldn’t believe she did this. When he looked at her, she was trying to stifle a giggle by holding her hand up to her mouth. It’s not like he’d be angry with her for this; they’d picked on each other before. But shit. Not like this. Not while they were watching...not that they’d ever watched porn together. Finally, Val couldn’t hold it in any longer. She started to laugh out loud, watching her friend move around until the almost completely melted piece of ice fell down one of his pant legs to the floor. “Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” he asked, trying to sound menacing. He smiled sadistically at her and reached into his own cup to grab a piece of ice. He found one that rivaled the one she’d pressed against him and he climbed back on the bed, moving toward her on his knees. Val yelped and started to move across the bed to get away from him. But Michael was too fast. He reached out and caught a hold of her T-shirt and pulled her over onto the bed. Val rolled over on her back, kicking her legs out and trying to pull away from her friend. But he had other things in mind and he wasn’t going to let go of her. “You want to play?” he asked in a tone that wasn’t really asking. He placed himself beside her, but one of his legs trapped her right leg where it couldn’t kick anymore. His left hand grabbed a hold of both her wrists easily enough and he held her arms over her head as he leaned down close to her. Her T-shirt had ridden up over her waist, fully exposing her silk underwear. Michael appraised the sight before him; he could make out the trimmed thatch of golden brown hair through the thin white material. He grinned wickedly and brought the piece of ice down against the bared skin of her stomach. It Started With Ice Behind them, the loud moaning of the woman getting fucked echoed in their ears, adding to the excitement of his teasing. Val jumped when the ice touched her and she squealed as Michael ran it along her skin. He circled her belly button with it. He laughed as she squirmed under his hold, and the T-shirt raised another few inches, showing off her ribcage. Arching an eyebrow, he followed it with the ice, which he ran along her sternum, making sure that it wasn’t getting too small, which would spoil his fun. But the ice was doing just fine. It had melted some but not enough to matter. So he continued, trailing the ice further up, his own hand now pushing up the T-shirt until he’d managed to expose one of her breasts. Indeed she was excited from this because the one bared nipple jutted up toward the ceiling as if trying to point out directions. “Michael, don’t you dare!” she exclaimed, but it was too late. He had already moved the ice up to her nipple, circling it slowly, teasing her with an evil smile. “All’s fair,” he told her, his voice dropping to an unusual sexy tone. He felt her trying to shift her legs and he clamped down on the one so that she couldn’t pull away from him. He wanted to get her other nipple as well, as he was not ready to give up on his teasing. This was farther than they’d ever dared go before, but he figured that if they could share a bed and sit there and watch porn together, then seeing a little bared skin wasn’t going to matter much. But he realized that if he let go of her wrists, she stood a chance at getting away from him, and then the game would be over. His right hand held the ice and he didn’t know how he was supposed to get to the other tit. Finally, getting an idea in his head, he went with it. Leaning down with his mouth near her chest, Michael grabbed a hold of her T-shirt between his teeth and he pulled it upward, jerking his head until finally, he managed to bare her other breast. The nipple here was no less excited and before she could buck him, he’d brought the ice over to circle that one as well. Val arched her back, sucking in a breath; at first, Michael thought she might scream and he glanced down at her face to see if she wanted him to stop. But her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. He realized for the first time that she was actually enjoying this. He glanced up at the t.v. long enough to see that it had gone on to a different segment and two hikers were being trapped together in one tent in the woods during the night. Okay. Whatever. He turned his attention back to Val and he realized that the ice was now melting down to nothing. He could easily stop here and see what she wanted to do from this point. But he decided that he wasn’t done with the ice idea yet. He started to sit up and she opened her eyes and stared up at him. “Stay here,” he told her seriously. “Don’t move or I will chase you. And if I catch you, I will only torture you more.” Michael reached over to her cup since it was closer and he pulled out another big piece of ice. Just as he was starting to move back toward her torso, he noticed that he could make out her sex even more clearly through the silk material of her underwear. He could see this because she’d grown incredible wet there and he could even make out the pink of her lips. Val alternated between trying to rub her thighs together and trying to spread her legs even farther apart. Michael felt himself grow harder at the sight of this and at this point, he didn’t try to hide the fact. He grasped her right leg in his again, pulled it up so that his crotch rubbed against the outside of her thigh; he thrust his hardness against her and Val looked at him, startled...and pleased. She smiled at him. She hadn’t realized that he’d gotten more ice, so when she felt the first touch of cold against the inside of her thigh, she jumped. She started to sit up, but Michael just stared at her and she laid back down against the mattress, holding her arms above her head and her wrists together in case he wanted to hold her down again. Which he did. He was tall enough to accomplish everything he wanted to do. He was 6’1” and Val was only 5’6”, so he didn’t have to stretch far to both hold her wrists and run the new piece of ice along her bare thighs. Moving it further up, he teased her flesh just along the leg band of her underwear. He even ran it over the wet material, pressing just enough so that she’d feel the cold through the silk. Finally, he teased around the edges of the elastic again, pushing just inside. His fingers were snaking through the leg band, stretching it further and further till his whole hand was inside her underwear, and he continued to probe her with the ice. Val bucked against his hand, feeling the severity of the cold as it touched her clit. “Oh fuck yes,” she gasped, trying to spread her legs even farther apart, wanting her clothes gone and wanting something more, something hard inside her. Michael watched her reaction with a very turned on smile, the porn forgotten and now his wildest dream coming true before his very eyes. He pulled the ice out of her, removing his hand. Val looked up in time to see him put the piece of ice in his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue as he tasted her on it. The sight of that undid her and she felt her floodgates open down below. Michael moved his leg away from hers and used his free hand to pull down her underwear. Once that was done, he tossed the soaked material to the floor and retrieved another two more pieces of ice from her glass. He brought his hand back up along her legs, her thighs and finally cupped her trimmed mound with it. At first all Val could feel was the warmth of his hand, until he maneuvered the ice up against her lips again, parting them, grazing the cold against her throbbing clit again, parting her even more until he inserted the ice inside her hot cunt. She cried out and Michael looked up at her face to see if what he was doing was bothering her. But it wasn’t. Her eyes were closed again, her back arched and she was spreading her legs out as wide as they could go. He held the ice inside her, feeling the heat and cold fighting for dominance inside of her. The heel of his hand was resting against her pelvic bone and she bucked against it wildly, rubbing against it. She wanted to grab at his hand with one of her own, holding it there and giving it the added pressure from her grasp as she fucked it until she came. But Michael still held her wrists above her ahead, her tits exposed to the air, the T-shirt up now under her armpits. “Oh fuck,” she breathed, pushing her hips up, rubbing her pelvis against Michael’s hand. He got the hint and even while he felt the last of the ice melting inside her, he ground his hand down against her clit, pushing two fingers inside her and crooking behind the pelvic bone. He hit a spot and Val nearly flew off the bed. He thrust his fingers inside her, pushing more and more against her crotch and finally he turned his attention back up to her chest. He licked at her exposed nipples, sucking on them and biting them, just enough to let her know he meant business. She arched into his mouth, giving him permission, begging for him to nip harder. So he did. He was no longer holding her down at the legs, and her hips kept thrusting at his hand, which still worked her cunt. Michael moved his lips from nipple to nipple, teasing and biting and licking at them until they were so hard he thought they could cut glass. He kissed her lips then. For the first time as more than a friend, Michael brought his mouth her hers, kissing her softly at first. Almost tentative that this would break whatever erotic spell had a hold over them. But it didn’t. So he added more pressure to his kiss, parting her lips with his tongue and probing her mouth to taste her. Val’s tongue met his and they sparked off of each other, electric and wild. She tasted him back, her mouth craving his, biting at his bottom lip and sucking on it the way he’d sucked on her. She wanted him so much. Val thought now that she always had wanted him. That a level of their friendship had always been about the both of them wanting each other but holding back for the sake of the friendship. Now she knew that they didn’t have to hold back anymore. Gradually, Michael released her wrists so that he could bring his hand not already inside her down to cup her head and pull her up closer to him. Her arms now found their way around his back, pulling him against her body. She’s already come once just from his hand alone but she wanted more. Val swung her left leg up and around, her body pushing at him until he was rolled over on his back. His fingers were still crooked inside her and now that she was on her knees, she continued to ride his hand as it sent waves of pleasure through her. Finally she moved so that his fingers were no longer inside her, and she reached down to tug at his pajama pants until they were unceremoniously off of him and tossed down onto the floor. His cock was already standing at full attention, and Val sat back for a moment to admire its hardness and length. Michael brought his wet fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them, drinking her from them, her scent on them filling his nostrils. “Mmm...so good,” he muttered, in ecstasy. He had no idea what that was though until he watched as Val leaned down to take him in her mouth, her full lips wrapping around his shaft and falling on him down to the hair-thatched hilt. This brought shudders through him, up from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. His own nipples hardened and he found himself moving on the bed so that she could sit more comfortably and suck on him. He started to spread his legs just as she removed her mouth and slid up along him with her body until they were facing each other, torso to torso, face to face. Michael could feel her wet opening sliding along his hardness until he felt her at his head. She sat up then, taking him inside her and riding him all the way down to the base. He was completely inside her now, and she ground her crotch against his, circling with her hips in a way that sent lightning through his entire body. Michael watched as she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt, pulling it up over her head and then dropping it to the floor with the other clothes. She was totally bared for him now and he reached up and cupped her tits in both hands, caressing them. His attentions to them became a little more intense and he grasped them firmly, kneading them, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Meanwhile, Val put her hands behind her head, thrusting up and down on his cock, feeling it fill her. She felt the base of him rub against her clit and this sent even more shockwaves through her, edging her closer and closer to more climaxes as she worked to bring him to his. Finally, Michael’s hands left her chest to rest on her hips and they moved with her as she circled his cock as she rode him. He bucked against her, thrusting up into her even as she drove herself down on top of him. They moved together as if they’d never been anything other than a well-oiled machine that had always run this smoothly. Michael could feel himself building up, the pressure rising with each thrust, with each movement of Val’s on top of him. Both friends cried out their pleasure and all at once, Michael erupted inside her. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, grasping her and holding her still as he shuddered and jerked upward, filling her. His sated cock twitched against her inner walls, sending her over the top with one last climax before she collapsed beside him. She could feel her clit throbbing against the cold air that hit it and she turned to curl against her friend’s sweat-covered body, wrapping an arm around his chest. Val nipped at his earlobe and whispered, “Why didn’t we do this sooner? Think of all that time we’ve missed out on.” Michael smiled, his breathing finally settling down to a slow rattle. He snuggled her in his arms and then looked upside down behind him at the t.v. A completely new movie started. “I don’t think we need to worry about lost time, love. I’ve got an empty credit card and there’s more of this for our viewing. I think we can manage to make up for what we’ve wasted.” He let the television continue to play in the background, thinking about the fact that they had a whole week here, locked in one hotel room together. He didn’t figure they’d let each other walk away from this now. Not after this. “Ooh, that looks like fun!” Val exclaimed, watching what was going on the next movie. She leaned up on one elbow and kissed Michael deeply on the mouth. “Rest up because that’s next!” He turned over on his stomach to watch what she was talking about. This was definitely going to be a long, but fun, week! It Started With "I'll Send Her Over" Jim and Heather recently moved into our neighborhood. They are a cute young couple in their mid-20's. Heather is a tall slender gal with short blond hair and a nice chest. Jim is probably 6' and very much in shape. They bought a waterfront home across the canal from us. Our community is just a short walk from the beach and many restaurants. We had introduced ourselves to them one day as they walked by our home on their way to the beach. They definitely fall into the "beautiful people" category. On Saturday afternoon, Mary (my wife) and I were down at the local Beach watering hole. We had been there for a while when I noticed that Jim and Heather were there also. We had been drinking and socializing with our friends and neighbors and just having a good time. As Jim headed to the men's room, I hollered and waved at him. He came over to the table and we chatted for a few minutes. He mentioned that he was headed out of town on business for a few days and would be away the next weekend. I told him that if Heather got bored, she could come over and hang out with us the next weekend. His reply to that was "I'll send her over." Even though I was half loaded, I thought the way he said it just seemed a little odd. He didn't say, "I'll tell her" or "I let her know." He said "I'll send her over." Jim was off and we were back to our beers. Evidently, it must have seemed odd to Mary as after Jim left, she asked me what I thought he meant. I just shrugged my shoulders and no more was said. The weekend ended and we went back to work on Monday. Mary and I always look forward to our weekends and Saturday couldn't get there soon enough. Since we were pretty much caught up with projects around the house, we decided to just lounge around our pool on Sat. We had spent a lot of money and time on our backyard and it was our oasis. We designed it so that the pool area took advantage of our waterfront lot. Around our Jacuzzi area we planted shrubs to make that area private. Since we live on a canal, everyone can see into each others backyards. While privacy can be an issue sometimes, everyone is pretty cool. Let's face it, it is pretty exciting to be sitting by your pool and see one of your neighbors in a small bikini or even topless. Mary and I were lounging by the pool playing a little backgammon when all of a sudden I heard a knock on our side gate. I got up and went around and opened the gate. Heather was standing there in her bikini and wrap. "I am sorry to drop in unexpected but Jim told me to come over and that you would be expecting me." she said with a timid smile "He didn't say anything to us but you are welcome to hang out with us if you would like." I said taking a quick scan of her body. She seemed a little uneasy but stepped through the gate and followed me to the pool. Heather settled onto a lounger next to Mary. I went inside and returned with Margarita's for everyone. As we chit chatted, I couldn't help but notice Heather's body. Mary and I are in our late 30's and in good shape but Heather's body was incredible. Blond hair, long legs, and perky tits...what else does a man need. I was thinking what a lucky guy Jim was. Heather's phone rang and when she answered it, I realized that it was Jim. At first, it just sounded like Jim was checking in with Heather. A couple of minutes into the conversation, Heather abruptly handed me her phone and told me that Jim wanted to speak to me. "Hi Bill....I told you that I would send Heather over to spend Sat. with you two.....do you remember me saying that?" he said. "Yes, but I didn't think you were serious", I said vaguely remembering our conversation at the bar. "Heather has a note for you and Mary. Ask her for it and enjoy." Jim said and then the line went dead. Mary asked me what he said and I repeated it. Mary looked quizzical but Heather looked nervous. "Heather, do you have a note for us?" I asked. Slowly, Heather reached into her bag, pulled out a note, and handed it to Mary. Mary opened it and read aloud the following: "Dear Bill and Mary, You both seem like great people and Heather and I would like to include you into a game we play. You see, I like to direct Heather to do things. While most people might not like to be told what to do, it is an extreme turn-on for Heather. Since I am out of town, we both thought it would be hot to include both of you in our games. Heather is at your disposal for the rest of the afternoon. Since this is new to you both, I have included some commands that Heather will like. Please open them in order and Heather will do the rest." "Heather, is this for real?" Mary asked. Heather looked down and slowly shook her head "yes." Her body language was very submissive. The timing of Heather's arrival couldn't have been better. Lately, our sex life had really slowed down and we had been talking about what we could do to get back the excitement that we used to experience. We talked about going to a nude beach or maybe even to a swinger club but only to watch others. The reality was that though we talked about it, we hadn't taken any action. "What do you think?" I asked Mary "I am OK with it if you are." She replied. Mary handed me a bunch of small folded up pieces of paper. Each had a number written on it. I found the piece that had the number "1" written on it and read the following aloud "Heather....change into the new bathing suit I bought you....Jim." "Can I use your bathroom to change?" Heather asked. I nodded "yes" and pointed her to the pool bath door. She took her pool bag and went inside. A few minutes later, Heather came walking out with a towel wrapped around her. She went back to her lounger but kept the towel wrapped around her. Somehow, I knew that was not what instruction "1" meant. Mary sensing the same thing said to Heather "let us see your new suit." Heather paused for a moment and then removed the towel to review a tiny Wicked Weasel suit. It barely covered her tits and she kept her legs crossed so I couldn't see how tiny the bottom was. Seeing Heather in the suit had an immediate impact on me as I started to get hard. Both Mary and I commented to Heather how great she looked in the suit. Heather seemed uncomfortable and a little embarrassed but she didn't try to cover herself. With the latest twist, things had gotten a little quiet so I found the paper with number "2" written on it and handed it to Mary to read. It said "Heather....jump in the pool to cool off and then model the new suit for Bill and Mary." Heather paused for a moment, got up off her lounge chair and jumped in the pool. She swam to the shallow end and walked out of the pool and towards us. Heather didn't look at us, just the ground. The suit was complete see through and I could see that her nipples were hard as little pebbles. I could also see that she was shaved down there. Heather walked up to us and then slowly did a modeling turn for us. Once she had done a 360, she curtsied and went back to her lounge chair. She didn't say a word. Mary motioned to me that she wanted me to read #3. I unfolded it and read "Heather....you don't want Bill and Mary to get sunburn so rub suntan lotion all over their bodies." "Mary would you like me to do you first." Heather asked in a meek voice. Mary nodded "yes." Mary stood up and handed Heather some suntan lotion. Heather started to rub the lotion on Mary's back and arms. As Heather had been very quiet, Mary said "Heather, are you enjoying this game." Heather tamely nodded a slow "yes." "You know that you don't have to do this if you don't want to." "Are you turned on?" asked Mary. Again, Heather nodded "yes" slowing. "Do you want us to tell you more things to do?" asked Mary. Another "yes" nod from Heather. "Does it excite you that all our neighbors can see you in your new suit?" I asked. Heather's face showed surprise as I don't think she realized that she was exposed to most of the neighbors on the canal. Quickly, she took one hand and covered her tits but kept rubbing the suntan lotion on Mary with the other hand. "Heather, you really need to use both hands to put lotion on Mary." I said. Heather slowly removed her hand from covering her tits and when to work on putting lotion on Mary. I could tell that she was now aware that she was on display for the neighbors to see. "Mary, take your top off so that Heather can put lotion on your chest." I said. I have long known that Mary had submission tendencies and thought this would be a time to explore them. Mary paused for a moment and then removed her top. Mary has great tits and they were standing at attention. Heather applied more lotion to her hands and then starting to rub it on Mary's tits. Mary had tilted her head back and it was obvious that she was enjoying the attention. I took number "4" and read "Heather....have Bill take a picture of what ever you are doing now. In fact, take lots of photos so I can see what all happens." Heather stopped and retrieved a digital camera from her bag and handed it to me. "Bill, I don't want you to take my photo topless." Mary said. "Heather, go back to putting lotion on Mary's tits" I said ignoring Mary's comment. I angled the photo so that you could see a lot of Heather and you could tell that she was putting lotion on Mary's tits but you really couldn't see Mary's face. Mary didn't seem very happy but she let me take the photo. As Heather was just about done, I suggested that we move to the Jacuzzi area which is an almost totally private area of our yard. "Heather, take off Mary's bikini bottoms." I said. Mary frowned slightly but a slight smile came to Heather's face. She untied the sides of Mary's suit and then removed it, tossing it onto a chair. Mary has the sexiest tan lines. Heather stood there for a second just looking at Mary and then started to apply sunscreen to Mary's ass. Once she had done Mary's back side, she started by her belly button and worked down. Heather was being very tentative but made sure to cover all the spots. I could tell that Mary was excited but what happened next was a surprise to me. Mary took a hold of Heather face and pulled it up to her and kissed her gently on the lips. It was a tentative intimate kiss. Heather closed her eyes and kissed Mary back. The two girls seemed lost in their own world. Mary reached behind Heather's neck and untied her top. She then untied the back and tossed it onto a chair. Mary massaged Heather's tits and gently squeezed her nipples. After a little while, Mary unties the sides of Heather's bottoms and tossed them on to the chair. My hand was now in my trunks and I thought I was going to pop just watching Mary and Heather kiss. While I wanted it to go on forever, I know that I needed to get some relief quickly. "Heather, have you forgot about putting lotion on me?" I said Heather broke their embrace and walked over to me with the lotion. She put some lotion on her hands and then started to rub it on my chest. "Heather, I think we both know what part of me needs immediate attention." I said I took hold of her shoulders and gently pushed her down. She willing went to her knees. I took her hands and placed them on my swim suit. Heather slowly pulled my suit down freeing my hardness. She wrapped her small hands around my dick and started to pump it slowing. I knew that it wouldn't take much. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Mary was now reclined on a lounger with her legs spread. She was feverishly playing with her self as she watched us. Heather kissed the head of my dick and then started to lick it while she continued to pump it slowing. I put my hands on her head and forced my dick into her mouth. She willingly took it. I just couldn't believe what was happening. I could feel my body starting to tense as I knew I was going to come soon. Heather was working on my dick like a pro. There it was I was coming in Heather's mouth. She made no attempt not to accept my cum. What an incredible feeling. I saw Heather swallow a couple of times before she let my dick slip out of my mouth. I took Heather's hand and led her over by Mary. Mary was still feverishly working on stroking her clit and I could tell she was getting close to the first of many orgasms. With out saying a word, I position Heather to face Mary. I then had Heather spread her legs and placed her hands behind her back. I started to rub my hand across Heather's stomach and down her thigh carefully avoiding her clit. I did that several times when Heather started to wiggle. "What is it you want Heather" I asked "Please" was all she said "What is it you want Heather", I asked again "Please....Please let me come." "I will if you will help Mary cum by giving her a kiss" I said. Heather leaned over and kissed Mary. That was enough to start a wave of orgasms for Mary. Heather continued to kiss Mary as Mary squirmed on the lounger as wave after wave of orgasms roared through her body. I pulled Heather back up and began to gently rub her clit. As Mary started to come down from all her orgasms she stared intently as my hand as it stroked Heather's clit. I toyed with Heather's clit first rubbing it and then rubbing around it. I could feel how soaked Heather was. From behind, I spread Heather's legs further. With one hand, I rubbed her clit and with my other hand, I slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. Heather let out a low moan as my finger entered her. Slowly, I worked my finger in and out of her pussy. Between watching Mary masturbate herself to multiple orgasms and playing with Heather, my cock was once again straining at attention. "Bill, please let me come.....I really need to come." Heather moaned. "Bend over and put your hands on the lounger, I am going to fuck your pussy" I said. Heather shook her head no "that isn't part of the game" she said. I withdrew my finger from her pussy and stopped rubbing her clit. "No, don't stop" Heather said. "you know what you need to do if you want me to make you cum" I said Heather started to squirm, rubbing her legs together to try to make herself come. She didn't move her hands from behind her back. A few seconds more passed then she leaned forward and put her hands on the lounger. "What do you want Heather" I asked "Please" was all she said "Please what?" I asked "Please fuck me" she said. I stepped behind her. The view was incredible. I rubbed by cock along her slit. She was so wet. "If you want me to fuck you, you need to show my cock the way", I said Heather reached between her legs, took hold of me, and guided me into her. Her pussy was so hot and tight, I was in heaven. I slowly entered her and when I hit bottom, Heather let out a groan. I took hold of her hips and began long slow thrusts. "Fuck me hard" was all she said. I held her hips tightly and began to fuck her hard and fast. It wasn't long and I could feel her muscles starting to tighten. Heather let out a cry like a wounded animal as she started to cum. I kept fucking her hard and could feel myself building. Each time she came, she would let out a cry. I tried to count them but there were just too many of them. I couldn't hold back any longer and started to come inside her. I was coming so hard; I thought my legs were going to give out. Finally, we both subsided. I withdrew and stumbled backwards finally sitting in a chair. Heather crumbled onto the ground beside the lounger. Mary still looked like she was in shock. I realized that the camera was on the table next to me so I picked it up. I took a picture of Heather sprawled on the deck with Mary on the lounger. You could see Heather's swollen pussy with my cum dripping out of it. A picture of two satisfied women. No one spoke for several minutes as we all regained our strength. Finally, Mary got up and helped Heather up. Mary headed to our pool bath with Heather in tow. About 20 minutes later, they both came out wrapped in towels and looking rejuvenated. I had rinsed off at the outside shower and then had made a fresh round of Margarita's. "To a great afternoon", I toasted. We all clinked our glasses. Soon both ladies were sunbathing natural and the conversation was casual and natural. Not another word was mentioned about what happened. About 3PM, Heather got up and put her original bikini and wrap on and picked up her stuff. She explained that she needed to get home to clean up as she was to meet some girl friends for dinner later. As she started to leave, she turned and walked back to me. She picked up the unopened number pieces and held them in her hand. She gave us each a hot kiss and then turned to leave. Waiving her hand with the pieces in it, she said "I guess you will have to wait to see what these say." We could only imagine.