3 comments/ 24599 views/ 6 favorites Their First Weekend By: DeweyWoo Bill had followed her instructions to the letter. It was Friday, and he had checked into the hotel, getting a room with the best view possible. The clerk had a questioning look when he asked for the highest floor possible, and Bill found it necessary to explain it was for the view. Once he got to the room, he got a large bucket of ice and put the wine in to chill. Then he unpacked, and put on the purple polo shirt she had requested. With everything set, except his nerves, he went down to the bar. Sally had not given much of a description of herself. She said she was average height, slightly overweight, brown hair. There were at least a half dozen women in the bar fitting that description. Bill knew the purple shirt was meant so that she could check him out without him knowing who she was. He hated that, but if this woman was half as fantastic as she sounded in her emails, then it was definitely worth the discomfort. Bill walked over to the bar, and took a seat, being sure to leave an empty one on both sides. He ordered a Bloody Mary, and when it came he finished it in to large gulps and ordered another one. Then he started scanning the room, looking at the women there. Of course, he ruled out the blonds immediately, as two of the brunettes were with other men, and 3 were with groups. The only one sitting alone was too hidden in a shadow to see details, but she certainly fit the few details he had. Still, he knew that approaching her could be disastrous. If it was her, he broke one of her rules. If it wasn't her, he would be very embarrassed. So, he sat there nursing his drink, and let his mind wander to the multitude of emails that they had shared. He knew she had a great sense of humor. He also knew that, like him, she was way outside of her comfort zone in arranging this rendezvous. Yet, there seemed to be an attraction, much like the attraction in "You've Got Mail," though when he mentioned it, she said she preferred the Jimmy Stewart version. She was almost a decade younger than he was, but that didn't seem to bother her. In fact, she said she liked it when Bill jokingly said he was robbing the cradle. Bill was startled when he felt the touch on his hand. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that the brunette from the shadows had sat down next to him. "Buy me a drink, sailor?" she asked once she had his attention. That wasn't the code-phrase she had said she would use. "Sorry, but I am waiting for someone," Bill replied. "Me, too. But I thought maybe we could wait together," Bill thought for a moment, but then said, "I would love to, but I'm not sure I should. My date is quite jealous," he lied. "You don't know what you are missing," she said as she went back to her table in the shadows. Bill called the bartender over and asked for a ginger ale and sent a drink to the brunette. He felt bad that he had to brush her off like that, especially because he didn't get too many women interested in him. With that, Bill resumed his mental review of the emails he had shared with Sally for the last 6 months. He was attracted to her wit, sarcasm and obvious intelligence. He found it interesting that she had called herself a naturist, but when he asked if that was the same as being a nudist, she didn't respond. And she said that she hated condoms, but when she had to use them, she preferred the Orange ones. Bill wasn't sure what that meant. Maybe it was some type of code; maybe a brand; or of course the obvious would be a color. He couldn't find anything on the internet about it being a slang term, though that search did turn up orange flavored condoms along with the orange colored ones. Still, that was such a puzzlement. He wasn't sure if tonight would be anything more than drinks and conversation, but just in case he did find some orange colored condoms on the internet, and bought a box. That, too, was in the hotel room several floors above him. The brunette he had sent the drink to touched him on the shoulder. "Just wanted to thank you for the drink," she said. "No problem." "Looks like we have both been stood up." Bill looked at his watch. "Mine still have 15 minutes. She said if she wasn't here by 8:00, she wasn't coming." "Well, I'm leaving. Thanks again," the brunette replied as she slipped a business card under Bill's arm. Then she walked out of the bar. Bill looked at the card. There was a name, but no company on the card. The name caught his eye, however. Sally Thorndike. He didn't know his Sally's last name, but he was thinking this was too much of a coincidence. The cell phone number was circled. He turned the card over, and read, "If your friend doesn't show, I will be in the restaurant. Feel free to join me. S." Not quite knowing what to do, he waited. "Anyone here named Bill Sally," the bartender called out? Bill wondered if that could be for him. Sally didn't know his last name, either. "That's probably for me," Bill called, and the bartender set a phone down in front of him. "Hello?" "So, what did you take from that brunette?" "I didn't take anything. She gave me her card," Bill said as he scanned the bar to see if anyone was on a cell phone. "What did it say?" "It has a name, address and phone number on it," Bill replied, thinking it best to not mention the note on the back. "You know who this is?" "Yes, I recognize your voice from our phone calls. Where are you?" "You don't need to know that yet. I will tell you that I like what I see, but I'm still a little nervous. I've only done this twice before, and both time it turned out to be men so fat they couldn't see their dicks much less use them." "Blunt as usual," Bill replied. He knew that Sally's bluntness increased with her nervousness, confirming what she had said. Sally knew that Bill was getting a little agitated. "Tell you what, go up to your room, and I will be there in 30 minutes, okay?" "Sure." "Bye then." Sally had hung up before he realized he didn't give her his room number. He waited a couple of minutes to see if she called back, then headed to his room, assuming that she somehow knew the number. Still feeling guilty about giving the brunette the brush-off, Bill stepped into the restaurant to see if he could see her. She was sitting along the windows, and was having a drink and small talk with a gray-haired gent. Bill turned and left the restaurant, but was stopped just outside the door. The brunette. "So, you were stood up after all." "Not exactly, just a change of plans. I just wanted to apologize for being rude earlier. Not my usual style. But I see you weren't stood up after all." "No, he was just very, very late. Still, I can't say much. He is my boss after all," Sally replied. "Did you keep my card?" "Yes, I did," Bill said as he patted his pocket to be sure he had picked it up. "Well, if you ever want to have drinks, give me a call. You're cute." And with that the brunette turned and walked back to the table. Bill walked to the elevator, and pushed the button for his floor. Just as the doors were closing, someone called out, "Hold." Bill quickly pushed the door open button. A young man got on, followed by a 30-something redhead. Bill inquire as to the floors, and pushed the button for the floor the young man requested. The redhead didn't say anything. This confirmed that they weren't together. The young man got off 2 floors before Bill's, and Bill inquired of the redhead if she needed another floor. She just shook her head no. When the doors opened on Bill's floor, he held the door open for the redhead, and then got off himself. She stopped to look out the window at the night sky, and Bill went to his room. As he opened his door, he noticed the redhead coming his way, but she stopped a couple of doors from his and fumbled with her keycard. Bill went in and shut the door. And he sat down to wait. The clock said it had only been 10 minutes since he got back to the room, but it seemed much longer. Then, there was a knock on the door, which though expected startled him none-the-less. He looked out the peep hole, but it was covered from the other side. "Sally?" he shouted through the door. "Yes, Bill. Please let me in." Bill opened the door, and standing in front of him was the brunette he expected. He already knew her age, but would have passed for younger. She was indeed curvy, but where most women who call themselves that are actually fat, Sally was actually curvy. She had hips, and a waist, and from what he could tell through her dress, she didn't have any real bags of fat hanging off her. Bill was pleased. Bill stepped out of the way and let Sally in. As she passed, he picked up a hint of an elegant perfume, and something he was more likely to call musk. Her face looked somewhat familiar, though he couldn't place it. What Bill marveled at most was what she wore. It wasn't a dress, and wasn't a bathrobe. It was sort of a kimono-like outfit. The left side overlapped the right, and tied just under the bust, and again at the waist. The tie under the bust accentuated her breasts, much to Bill's satisfaction. Sally started the conversation. "I know it was mean of me to get a peek at you before you got a peek of me, so if you don't like what you see, just tell me and I will go." "After all those emails and chats, do you really think I am that shallow?" "No, but fair is fair. Shall I leave?" Sally asked. "No. Please. Sit down." Bill motioned toward one of the chairs in the room, but Sally stopped and sat on the edge of the king size bed. Bill offered her some wine, and took a seat in the chair by the desk. They chatted for a few minutes, about nothing in particular. Even though they had shared so much through emails, online chats and the occasional phone call, they were still both nervous about meeting for the first time. Bill got up to refill the glasses. Sally stood up and walked over to him. "Bill, we're good friends, right?" "Yes, of course. How could you even ask that?" "Well," Sally replied, "I was wondering because it is customary for good friends to kiss when they meet, isn't it?" Bill answered by putting down the two glasses, took Sally's face in his hands and gave her a short kiss on her lips. Then he backed away, grabbed the glasses, giving one to Sally, and sat back down. "That wasn't very much of a kiss," Sally complained. "Sorry. Wasn't sure exactly how you meant that, so I took the safe route." Sally was silent for a minute. Bill always took the safe route, so she wasn't surprised. But she wondered what "Mr. Safe" was doing here. Rather than sit down on the bed, she leaned over in front of Bill, placed he hand on the back of his neck, and slowly pulled his lips to hers. This was a longer, and frankly more passionate kiss. Bill couldn't believe how good it felt, how sensuous it felt, yet how soft it felt. He parted his lips slightly when he felt her tongue wanting access. The few women Bill had known well enough to French kiss usually had no finesse. They just shoved their tongue into his mouth and left it there. Sally knew the proper way, and teased his lips, grazed his front teeth, and sought just the tip of his tongue. After several seconds of heaven, Sally pulled away, but kept bending over. Bill couldn't resist taking a peak at her cleavage through the top of her dress, but was sure to not stare too long. "That was much, much better," Sally said as she sat back down on the bed. They chatted until their glasses were once again empty. Bill got up from his chair and, feeling bold from the wine, took Sally's glass and set it aside. He sat down on the bed, placed his right hand on the back of her neck, his left hand circled her waist, and he kissed her. It was a long, somewhat sloppy, passionate kiss. They both collapsed back on the bed, and kept kissing. Hands moved up and down each other's backs, but went no further. It was about 20 minutes later when they finally came up for air. "Wow," Sally thought. She wasn't sure if it was the kiss, or the feeling of Bill's manhood pressing against her side, but she noticed that her panties were quite wet, and very uncomfortable. She decided to take the next move. "Bill," she said, "I have been lying to you about one thing all this time. It was just my way of protecting myself if you turned out to be a creep." Bill looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face. She reached up and pulled her brown wig off, revealing a net holding her bright red hair. "It was you on the elevator," Bill exclaimed. "Yes, it was. Sorry I did that to you." There was a moment of silence, then Sally spoke again. "You already know that I am a naturist, right?" "You mentioned that, but you never explained it." "A naturist is someone that is more comfortable without clothes than they are with clothes." "A nudist," Bill responded. "Well, we don't like that term. Too many negative stereotypes of orgies. And we don't play anywhere near the amount of volleyball the stereotype says we do. "Anyway, here's the deal. While you have me quite aroused, I am not quite ready to do much more with you than we have. Yet, I am comfortable enough with you that I would like to get out of this dress. Would you mind?" Bill immediately said that he didn't mind. "And you won't think this is an invitation to sex, right?" Again Bill nodded. "Will you join me?" Sally asked. Bill wasn't sure he was comfortable enough with the idea, but said he would try, as long as he could get dressed again if he got too uncomfortable. With that, Sally pulled on the strings holding her dress closed, pulled it looks and let it fall from her shoulders. Bill was amazed by several things all at once. He was amazed by how comfortable she seemed to be naked. He was amazed at exactly how proportionate her body was. He was amazed at how little her breasts sagged. "Before you ask, they are real. I just have good genes that help them fight gravity," Sally said. Bill apologized for staring, and stood up. As he unbuttoned his polo, she asked if she wanted a show. "No, this isn't meant to be sexy. This is meant to be natural. Just disrobe." "Boxers, too?" "In for a penny, in for a pound," Sally replied. "But you still have your panties on." Sally stood up, tossed her dress onto one of the chairs, then downed her panties and tossed them, too. Bill stopped his strip and looked again. She was shaved. As he resumed disrobing, he remarked, "When you first told me you were a naturist, I thought you were going to be one of those women that didn't shave, didn't bathe, and didn't use deodorant. Glad to see I was wrong about that, too." "Some are indeed like that, but most of us are very normal everyday people who are comfortable in our skin and uncomfortable in clothes." "Do you know a lot of nudists, er, I mean naturists?" "Well, yes I do. You can't just go out into any woods and wander around naked. You would get arrested. So I belong to a club that arranges trips to various naturist parks." Bill was so interested in what Sally was telling him that he didn't realize he was completely naked until he was. He unconsciously pulled on his semi-erect penis and reached under his balls to free them from being stuck to his legs. Sally giggled, and Bill turned red. "See, isn't it more comfortable that way?" "Well, it's different," he said. Sally patted the bed next to where she was sitting. Bill sat down. "Now," she said, "how about kissing me again as you did last time? "It might be harder for me to stop my hands from exploring," he replied. "For me, too," Sally said. "So if I go too far, tell me. If you go too far, I will tell you. Okay?" With that Bill took her in his arms and kissed her again. Soon they were once again entangled in each other's arms. Sally now both felt and saw Bill's erection. She was not disappointed. Her hands still caressed his back, but were slowly moving closer. Her right hand finally made it to his butt, and she pulled him closer, pressing his erection into her side. "God," she thought, "I want that thing inside of me. But, pace yourself girl." She relaxed her pull just a little, and Bill naturally moved away somewhat. However, his erection still touched her side. Sally was loving this. After that, Bill decided that gave him some latitude, and his hands started to move, too. First, he briefly caressed her right butt cheek, but what he really wanted was to feel those boobs of hers, so his hand worked its way up and around the corner until his hand was just below her breast. "Oh, don't stop there," Sally's mind screamed. When he seemed to be hesitating, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her right breast. Bill needed no further encouragement, and cupped her breast in his hand. They were soft and yielding, yet also somewhat firm. He sought her nipple, and found that it was already sticking out. It was larger than he expected it to be, but he enjoyed playing with it. From the sounds Sally was making, she was, too. After a while, Bill fell away from her and lay on his back. Sally snuggled closely, and continued to rub his chest, playing with the hair and occasionally his nipple. Bill wanted to explore her breasts with his lips, but wasn't sure where she was drawing the line. They were silent for several minutes. Finally, Sally broke the silence. "You happy you came?" Bill couldn't resist. "I haven't come yet." Sally laughed. "No, I meant here to the hotel to meet me." "Yes, I am Are you?" Sally didn't answer, but pulled herself up and kissed his cheek. "As to the other, are you going to be okay if we stop here for today? You're not going to turn blue or anything, are you?" Now it was Bill's turn to laugh. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I will have to go see if that girl in the bar is still around." Sally slapped his chest playfully. Bill was feeling very worked up from their activities, but was also getting a little groggy from the hour and the wine. "I think I'm about to fall asleep," he said. "Then should I leave?" Sally inquired. "Not if you don't want to. We can just turn out the lights and fall asleep like this." "I would like that very, very much," Sally said as she got up and turned out the lights before returning to his arms. They were both asleep in just a few minutes. But neither of them slept well. Sally found her hand creeping toward her crotch, but stopped because she didn't want Bill to think she was weird. Bill finally got up to relieve his bladder, hoping that would take some of the tension out of his loins. As he was in the bathroom, Sally reached for her love button, hoping to relieve her frustration before he came back. Unfortunately, Bill wasn't gone long enough. Finally, Sally said quietly, "You awake?" "Unfortunately." "Frustrated?" Bill wasn't sure he wanted to answer that. "A little," was his chosen reply. Sally thought for a moment, then pulled the sheets back uncovering Bill. She crawled between his legs, and took his cock in her hand and started stroking it. "You sure you want to do that?" Bill asked. "Shut up and enjoy it." Sally continued to stoke Bill's quickly hardened cock, changing hands, directions and twists, and it was obvious Bill was enjoying it. While she desperately wanted to taste his manhood, she was determined that this night not go too far, so she resisted. But she also knew that some form of lubricant would increase Bill's pleasure. Still, she couldn't think of anything she could use. "Mind if I turn on the light to watch?" Bill asked. "No, go for it," Sally said. Bill turned on the light, then place a second pillow under his head to better view Sally. While he was enjoying what she was doing, he was enjoying what he was watching almost as much. As Sally stroked, her breasts had a movement of their own, sometimes swaying when her arms pushed one, and sometimes bobbing up and down with the movement of her hands. Sitting on her knees, Bill could see that she indeed had "A little in the middle," but she carried it well. Her position also caused her hips to spread, but Bill hardly noticed that at all. Indeed, Bill liked what he saw very much. Their First Weekend Bill moaned when Sally stopped stroking and got out of bed. Sally went to her purse and rummaged around, seeing if there was anything she could use to reduce the friction of the hand-job. "What are you looking for?" Bill asked. "Something to lube you with." "In this drawer," Bill said, pointing at the night stand. "Really?" Sally opened the drawer and found a tube of KY next to a box of condoms. "You really came prepared, didn't you?" she asked. "Yup" was part of Bill's reply, the big smile on his face was the other. Sally opened the tube, and squirted a large glob onto her hand, then rubbed her hands together to spread the lube and warm it. Then she got back between Bill's legs and returned to her ministrations on Bill's cock. Bill let out a moan of approval. This woman knew all the right moves, and it didn't take long for Bill to be on the verge of an intense orgasm. "I'm going to squirt soon," he told Sally. She just quickened her pace. Bill let out an involuntary, "Oh, my!" as the first squirt left his penis. While this one landed on his belly, Sally changed angles and aimed the rest of his load onto her tits. It had been a long time since she had seen a man cum, and watching Bill's orgasm almost gave her one herself. When Bill finally stopped squirting, Sally carefully got up and walked to the bathroom. As she ran the water to make sure it was warm, she slid her index finger through Bill's sperm, and then licked a small amount off. Sally didn't generally like the taste of sperm, but wanted to check Bill's out. She found she could not only tolerate it, but almost liked it. She licked the rest of his goo off her finger before grabbing a wash cloth and cleaning the rest off of her breasts. Then, rinsing the wash cloth well, she returned to clean up Bill. "Typical male," Sally said quietly when she saw Bill's eyes closed. "I'm awake. Just enjoying the relaxation after a very intense orgasm." Sally was pleased. She carefully wiped off Bill's stomach, penis and scrotum. When she lifted his balls and wiped underneath, Bill let out another moan. Sally made a mental note about that area, then returned the wash cloth to the bathroom. Sally crawled back into bed with Bill, and snuggled up close to him. "Thank you, that was wonderful," Bill said. "Now, what can I do for you?" "Nothing," Sally lied. They snuggled for a few minutes, then Bill had an idea. He rolled onto his side, forcing Sally onto her back. He started by playing with her nipples, then moved his hand in circles across her body, moving down with each revolution. Sally's legs involuntarily separated with each circle, so when bill finally got close to her pussy, he had plenty of access. Bill's finally stopped his circular moves and brushed Sally's lower stomach with just the tip of his one finger. "Oh, you are making me crazy," Sally said. "Maybe this will help," Bill replied before moving his hand lower and separating her outer vaginal lips. Then he slowly stroked up and down her pussy, delving a little deeper with each stoke. Finally one finger entered her pussy, but was quickly removed. "Oh, don't stop," Sally demanded. With that, Bill's middle finger entered her moist vagina. He stroked it in and out a few times, then, started curving it upwards on each out-stroke. Next, he used his thumb to locate her clitoris, without much success. Sally's hand shot down, and she moved her clitoral hood out of the way, and placed his thumb on her clit. Sally wasn't sure this would bring her any relief, but the feeling was still very, very intense. "Kiss me while you do that," she suggested. Bill repositioned himself so that he could, and their lips met. Bill could tell when he did something really special because Sally would exhale rapidly through her parted lips. Bill tried hard to repeat those actions. Sally was pleased with Bill's actions, but knew it just wasn't going to be enough. She broke the kiss, which caused Bill to stop his hand motions. "Hon, that is wonderful," Sally said, "but just won't be quite enough. Would your pride be wounded it I helped out?" "I never prided myself on being a good lover, so there is no pride to be hurt." "Okay," she said as she moved Bill's thumb out of the way. "You keep up the finger motion, and I will handle the button lovin'. And I can't believe I have to say this, but it is okay to kiss my breasts if you want to." "Want to? I've wanted to since you walked into the room! I just wasn't sure you would allow it." Bill adjusted his body again, and Sally used her free hand to pull Bill's lips to her nipple. With Bill's finger working her pussy, her own fingers working her clit, and Bill's nipple-loving, it didn't take long for Sally to reach orgasm. As she came, she thrashed about in a convulsion bigger than Bill had ever seen before. With each spasm she drew in more breath, making an "Ah" sound each time. When the spasms finally stopped, she exhaled deeply with a loud "Oh!" "When she could finally speak, all she could say was, "Marvelous!", and with that the curled up in each other's arms and fell into a deep sleep. Chapter 2 Bill woke up slowly, wondering why he was so cold, until he realized that he was still naked and the sheets were still on the floor. He looked to his right, but Sally wasn't there. He looked left, and saw her bending over the desk, writing something. He admired her ass for a few minutes before he said, "Good morning." Sally turned around and said, "Good morning. I was just writing you a note." "You were going to leave without saying goodbye?" "No, silly, I was just going to go to my room to wash up and fix my face." Bill noticed that the makeup was a bit smeared from the evening's activities. Still, she looked great. "You can wash up here, and you really don't need makeup for me." She walked over, bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Well, thanks, but I want me toothbrush. Nasty case of morning breath." Bill took her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. "Not too bad," he said. They both laughed. "Tell you what," Sally said. You order some coffee from room service while I go take a quick shower, change into some clean clothes, and will be back before the coffee is cold." "No," was all Bill replied. "No? What do you mean no?" Bill smiled. "I have a better plan. You run and get your bathroom stuff, those clean clothes and be back before the coffee arrives." Sally agreed, and wrapping her dress around herself, she grabbed Bill's key card and went out the door. Bill picked up the phone and ordered coffee, juice and Danish for two. Then he padded to the bathroom to take care of morning chores - peeing then brushing his teeth and finally taking his blood pressure medication. He ran a comb through his hair without much improvement, and was just opening the bathroom door when the main door opened. Sally came in carrying a small stack of clothes, a small makeup bag and a deodorant. She was completely naked. "You didn't wander the halls like that, did you?" he asked. "Would it turn you on if I had?" "Perhaps, but it could also get you thrown out of the hotel." She laughed. "I had my dress on until I put the keycard in the lock. It's lying right outside your door." Bill started to pull on his pants. "Best get that before the cleaning staff does," he said. "I dare you to do it without pants," Sally teased. "You're the naturist, not me. Besides, I have to have something on when the coffee gets here." "No you don't," Sally replied. Many times I have ordered and accepted room service in the buff." "Really?" Bill asked. "Well, twice. First time was a woman who just might have been a lesbian the way she stared. The second time it was a young man, and he almost dropped the tray when he saw me. He got so muddled he forgot to have me sign the receipt and had to come back. When he did, he wouldn't even let me open the door. He just slid the receipt under the door, asking me to sign it and slip it back out." Sally was smiling at those memories. "I think he also had an instant erection," Sally added with a laugh. Just then there was a knock on the door. Bill finished putting on his pants, and walked to the door. Sally was initially going to stand there just to prove herself, but at the last minute made a dash for the bathroom and shut that door just as Bill was opening the other one. The bell boy set the tray down on the desk. Bill signed for it, including a generous tip, and the bell boy walked to the door. As he passed, Sally called out, "Bill, if that's the drug store delivery, tell them we need two dozen rubbers!" The bell boy stopped in his tracks, turned red, and then looked at Bill. Bill just winked and told him to have a nice day. When the outer door was closed, they both broke out in a laugh. As Sally came out of the bathroom, she looked at Bill and said, "Someone is overdressed." She then walked up to him and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them to the floor. After spreading towels on the two chairs by the desk, Sally poured each a cup of coffee. They sat and talked about nothing in particular while the coffee and Danish lasted. As Bill placed everything back on the tray, Sally looked at his watch on the desk and said, "Oh, my, it's 9:30 already. We're wasting the whole day." "Yeah, and I think check-out is 11:00," Bill replied. "Checkout? You're leaving? Bill nodded. "Your plan didn't say anything about anything other than last night." "Well, can you stay? Do you want to stay?" Sally asked. "Yes, I can stay," Bill said then answered the second question with a passionate kiss. "Excellent. We can move to my room for this evening," Sally purred while her hand found Bill's erect dick. They kissed for a few more minutes, and their hands had no restrictions this time. They explored each other's bodies and their tongues explored each other's mouths. When Bill's hand reached Sally's crotch, it was obvious that she was just as excited. Finally, they broke the kiss, and Bill went to look at the posting on the back of the door. "Checkout is at noon," he told Sally. Sally walked up behind him, and pressed her breasts into his back, wrapping her arms around him and finding his cock. "I think I need a shower," she whispered in his ear. "Go ahead, "I'll wait," Bill replied. "To hell with that, you're joining me." Sally backed away, but kept one hand on his cock. This caused him to first turn around then follow her into the bathroom. Only then did she let go. Sally bent over the tub to turn on the water, and Bill walked up behind her, placing his hard penis in the crack of her ass. She moaned softly, but said, "Don't get any ideas, there, bub. You're not putting that thing into me, front or back. At least not yet." Bill knew the rules, but continue to rub his dick between her round, full butt cheeks. When the water was warm enough for Sally, she switched the flow to the shower head, and then they both stepped into the shower. It wasn't really big enough for two people, but they made the best of it, and both used it as an excuse to rub up against the other. Bill loved washing Sally's back, but spent most of his time washing her boobs. Sally took a much more industrial approach, and washed Bill without concentrating on anything in particular, much to Bill's dismay. Just when Bill thought they were finished, Sally told Bill to turn around so that his back was to her. Then she told him to bend over, spreading his legs as far as possible. He, of course, complied. Sally then proceeded to lather up a wash cloth and carefully wash down the space between Bill's butt cheeks, then around his butt hole, and finally the space between his sphincter and his balls. When she was done, she took another wash cloth and used it to remove all the soap, leaving Bill's backside very clean. Bill was uncomfortable with all this at first, but when he started to ask her about this, she just told him to hush, and enjoy it. And frankly, he did. Finally, Sally did basically the same process to herself, then turned off the water and stepped out. She grabbed a towel and started drying off Bill before he could even get all the way out of the tub. Bill grabbed another towel and attempted to return the favor, but the logistics just weren't working, so he let Sally finish him before he dried her. Sally grabbed a comb and handed it to Bill. "Please comb out my hair," she asked. Bill happily complied. This was something he had enjoyed doing with his wife, but that was a long time ago. When she was satisfied that her hair was combed well enough, she folded a towel and placed it on the closed toilet seat. After directing Bill to sit down, she took one of the hand towels and ran it under the hot water for several minutes, wringing it out several times to be sure it was warm throughout. After the last twist, she opened it, and pushing Bill back so he was leaning against the tank, she put the towel on his face. As he sat there, she found his razor and his shaving cream. "I think we need to find you a straight-edge," she told Bill. He mumbled a reply but she really couldn't understand him through the towel. Sally removed the towel and gave Bill a quick kiss before covering his face with shaving cream. She then took Bill's razor and shaved him, wiping off the excess with the wet towel. Bill found this very sensuous, and told her so several times. Once done with the shave, they both went back into the bedroom. "It's almost 11:00," Bill said, and he started gathering his belongings and getting dressed. Sally reluctantly put back on her dress, and gathered the few things she had. "My room is 1206. Come on down when you have everything packed." And with that, Sally left. With Sally gone, Bill didn't feel he had to be "Joe Cool," and had the biggest smile on his face as he finished his packing. He had had a wonderful night with a very special woman, and was looking forward to spending the day with her. At one point, he even looked down at his crotch and said, "Friend, we both like that woman, don't we?" After making reservations for dinner in the hotel restaurant, he did one last check and headed to Sally's room. Bill took the elevator to 12, and followed the signs to room 1206. He knocked quietly, then a little harder when there was no answer. It was at this point that he heard a man's voice say, "We're still sleeping in here. Come back later." Bill was surprised, shocked and confused. He headed back to the elevator lobby, and setting his suitcase down, he collapsed into the chair that was there. "I think I've been swindled," he said to himself, and pulled out his wallet to check the contents. Nope, all his cash and cards were there. "What's going on," he wondered. Finally deciding he looked foolish just sitting there, he pressed the down button for the elevator. Just then, Sally rounded the corner. "Where are you going?" she asked. Her voice sounded hurt, but Bill didn't notice. "Home, I guess. You didn't tell me that there was a man waiting for you in your room." "There's no one in my room." Bill just looked at her, not knowing what to believe. "Come, I'll show you." And she picked up his suitcase and started down the hall. She stopped in front of a door, put her keycard into the slot, and opened the door. This wasn't the door Bill was at before. "See, room 1207. The only people here are us." "You told me 1206," Bill said, a smile starting to appear on his face. "Oh, my, did I? I made that mistake last night and tried several times to get into the room, until someone yelled at me to stop playing with the door or he would call the manager." Both started laughing at the problem. "Maybe we should send him breakfast to make up for our disturbing him twice," Bill said. "No, he'll get over it. Besides, I want to get going." Bill wondered aloud where they were headed. "You'll see," was all Sally said. And they headed to the door. Bill and Sally spent the afternoon wandering through the shopping district, first walking side-by-side, then holding hands and finally with their arms wrapped around each other's waists. Bill teased that he liked the avant-garde paintings in the gallery, and Sally tried on every '70's hat in the vintage clothing store. They wandered around the local department store, both marveling that in this day and age a small store could survive. They snacked on trendy cupcakes early in the afternoon, and mixed flavors of yogurt later in the day. They even found a store where Bill could buy a straight-edge razor. After more wandering, Sally looked at her watch and said it was time to head back to the hotel. "For what," Bill said. "I have a very special dinner planned," Sally stated. "Oh, really? I have reservations for dinner." Sally smiled and said, "Trust me. Mine will be better. Cancel your reservations." When they got back to the hotel, Sally went up to the room, and Bill stopped at the desk to cancel his dinner reservations. As Bill got on the elevator, the man on the elevator had already pushed the button for 12. Bill rode up with him in silence. The man got off the elevator first, and headed in the same direction Bill was. The man pulled his key-card from his shirt pocket and opened the door to 1206. Bill knocked on the door to Sally's room, and as he waited he made eye contact with the man as he entered 1206. "Have a nice evening," Bill said. The man snorted. "I hope so. I kept having idiots trying to get into my room last night. The bastards." And with that, he closed the door. Sally was already naked when she open the door and was greeted by Bill with a huge smile on his face. "You like what you see?" she asked. Bill said he did, but as soon as the door closed he broke into a huge laugh. "What's so funny," Sally queried. "I just met the man in 1206. Seems we really pissed him off. Glad he didn't know it was us." Sally laughed, too, then started unbuttoning Bill's shirt. Though still uncomfortable, Bill completed the effort and soon both were naked. Bill noted that the room was different. One of the queen beds had been removed, and replaced with two sofa-like things and a long, low table. But, before Bill could ask, Sally wrapped her arms around Bill and gave him a long passionate kiss. Then she pushed him down on the bed, and telling him they only had about 20 minutes, started kissing him. She started at his neck, and moved down to Bill's chest. When he tried to caress her back, she said nothing but pushed his hands away. Sally continued to kiss her way down his body, until she got to his waist. Then she stopped, lifted Bill's left arm up and kissed the fingers one at a time. Then she grabbed Bill's engorged dick and slowly started stroking up and down its entire length. Bill let out a soft moan, and then a louder one when Sally kissed the end of his penis. From there, Sally slowly bobbed her head up and down on Bill's shaft, taking more and more in with each down stroke. Then she removed her mouth and used her tongue to trace around the head of the shaft. Finally, she took his dick back into her mouth and with her lips and hands soon had Bill on the verge of exploding. "Ah, I'm ... ah ... close," Bill said, but Sally just redoubled her efforts. At just the right time, Sally moved her mouth and watched as Bill's goo shot out of his dick, and landed on his stomach and chest. When he was finally done squirting, Sally took the head of his shaft back into her mouth, and cleaned off what was left there. Then she ran her tongue across one of the streams, and took some of it into her mouth. Then she sat back and just smiled at Bill. "Did you like that?" "Oh, no, not really," Bill teased, then sat up and gave her a very passionate kiss. Their First Weekend "Give me a minute to clean up," Bill said next, "and I will see about returning the favor." Sally told him that there wasn't time, and that he should go into the bath, take a long shower and not come out until she told him it was okay. Bill was curious, but complied with her request. Just as Bill finished drying and combing his hair, Sally told him he could come out. Bill threw open the door and boldly stepped out, only to be greeted by a slender young woman, wearing only a frilly apron. Bill started to cover himself up, and he heard several people laughing. "Come in," Sally beckoned. He was guided toward the main room by the young women and led to one of the sofas. Bill sat down and when he noticed Sally was on the other, leaning back across the one arm, he took a similar position. Bill looked around. There was the woman who had led him into the room, another woman, older and much curvier, wearing the same outfit. There was also a man wearing nothing but a vest. "There are two rules," Sally explained. "First, enjoy. Second, no touching." Bill nodded his approval, and Sally clapped her hands twice. With that the curvy woman went to a serving cart in the corner of the room and brought out two bunches of grapes. She handed one to the male server, and walked over to Bill. The male server started pulling off grapes and feeding Sally, as the curvy woman served Bill. Sally clapped again, and the other serving woman poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Bill and the other to Sally. Then she stood there with the carafe, never allowing their glasses to be anything but full. The leftover grapes were set on the low table in front of the couches. Then followed a cheese course, then some sausages, then raw vegetables. Leftovers of each graced the low table. Finally, the three of them served a small square of cheese cake to Bill and Sally. They set down the tray with the others, then all 3 walked over to the closet, put on long coats, and left the room. Bill leaned back and looked over at Sally. She had a big smile on her face and looked very contented. "How did you arrange that?" Bill asked. "Jenny, your server, is a member of the naturist club I belong to. She does this for a living, and earns quite a good living. The other two are employees. She has 4 or 5, and they are all busy most weekends." Bill took a sip of his wine. "Tell me about this naturist club." Sally explained that she belonged to a group of about 20 people. Usually they got together at a member's home for dinner and some form of entertainment, usually a movie. In the summer they have a couple of members that had secluded yards where they could move outdoors. They also took a trip as a group at least once each year to one of the naturist sites that are available. "So, you just wander around naked?" bill asked. "Yes." "And no one gets frisky?" Sally thought for a moment. "We do have a few that try to use this as an opportunity to get laid, but they don't last long. You see how turned on you get when you walk by a 45 year-old woman who weighs 250 pounds." "Bill was silent for a moment, then asked, "And the men don't get boners over the cuter ones?" Sally laughed. "Sure, sometimes, and sometimes the women get moist over the hot guys. And there are always one or two who eventually hook up. But mostly it isn't about sex." Sally thought for a moment, then asked, "How are you enjoying it?" Bill didn't answer immediately. When Sally was about to ask him again, he finally replied, "Not bad physically. No more uncomfortable than wearing boxers. And I can feel drafts much more. I'm still not used to it psychologically, though." "Give it time," Sally said as she stood. Then she took Bill's hand and guided him to the bed. She lay down and said, "I think you owe me something, and it is way past time for something else." Bill needed no further encouragement. He lay down across her body and started kissing her face, hair and neck. He slowly moved down until his lips were even with her breasts, then he gently sucked on one nipple while his fingers played with the other. He caressed her breasts, squeezing then, lifting them licking them and sucking on them, always with a tender touch. Sally squirmed under his touch, but wanted more, so she told him that they wouldn't break or burst if he put a little more pizazz in his work. Bill complied, and Sally was in heaven. But, Sally's breasts were not the ultimate target for Bill, and soon one hand was slowly stroking under her breasts, then over her stomach, then down to her pelvis. Just when Sally thought he would reach her clit, his hand moved to the side and down her thigh as far as he could reach. He gently stroked her thigh on top, and down the inside. Then his hand worked back up, over her pelvis again, and to the other thigh. "Stopped teasing," Sally thought, but kept her mouth shut. She did attempt to move under his hand to get him to her pussy, but he kept avoiding it. Finally, when he knew that he had her worked up just enough, Bill ran his middle finger across her clit, making Sally jump. He was more comfortable with Sally's anatomy after the session last night, so he knew much better what to do. He used two fingers to move the hood aside, and began stroking her clit in earnest. She was close to orgasm. Bill somehow managed to switch positions without stopping his rhythmic attack on her clit, and used his other hand to plunge his middle finger deep into Sally's wet pussy. As he slowly pulled his finger out, he curled his finger upward, attempting to stimulate her g-spot. He repeated this in, curl and out motion several more times, first with one finger and then 2. Finally he plunged two fingers into her as far as he could, and curled and uncurled the fingers inside of her. This was the last thing she could take, and Sally's body went stiff and shook as she had a tremendous orgasm. Bill left his fingers insider her, feeling her muscles contract around them. Just as she was coming down from her orgasm, he curled his fingers again and she had a second wave of pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before. Just for good measure, and because he was curious about how she would taste leaned over and ran his tongue between her vaginal lips, but she pushed him away. Things were just too sensitive at the moment. Sally couldn't speak for a long time, and Bill laid down beside her, gently playing with her breasts. Finally, Sally whispered, "Give me another minute or two, and I will be recovered," but she fell asleep shortly thereafter. Bill held her the rest of the night, and he too slept very soundly. The next morning was filled with hugs and kisses, and unfortunately packing. As they were looking around the room to be sure they had everything, Bill took Sally into his arms and held her. "Can we do this again sometime?" Sally kissed him on the lips and said, "Of course. When?" "Is tonight too soon?" Bill replied. "Hmm. Anxious to know about the orange condoms?" "Well, yes, and anxious for the day when we can forget about condoms all together." "Is that a proposal?" Sally inquired. "Well, yes, I guess it is," Bill said, and kissed her for a long, long time before leaving their room. And it wasn't very long before Bill found out about the orange condoms, and then how great Sally felt when they didn't need condoms anymore. And Bill became an active naturist, though still preferred clothes on when around the house. But all that, plus the details of their trip to the naturist camp are all stories for another day.