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Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em

By: alexxxis



I've always been a bit of a tomboy. Who am I kidding? I am a down-and-dirty, in-your-face tomboy trapped in a little girl's body. Now before you guys get all pervy on me, when I say 'little girl' I mean my body has the physical attributes of a 13 year old girl but I'm actually 21 years old (nearly 22-please send birthday greetings and cash if you have extra). 

How shall I describe my delectable bod? Slender? Willowy? Nebraska? I better explain 'Nebraska'. That nickname came from one of my three older brothers. We were on a family vacation motoring through the Midwest on I-80. I was about 12 or so and my brothers were mid-teens. They had hormones pulsating off them like radar beams. Whenever they would see a female with any kind of tits, they would poke each other and make a comparison of that woman to a geographic location. You can imagine what 'Grand Tetons' and 'Twin Peaks' looked like.

Anyhoo, back to I-80. A very shapely woman had just walked by our booth during a food and potty break. As a wannabe boy, I wanted my brothers to accept me soooo badly. So I blurted out 'Mount Rushmore'. OMG, you should have seen the food and drink spewing out of their noses! They were just howling with laughter. I don't know why, but as soon as I joined in the name game they must have thought I needed a little humbling for being the precocious little shit that I was. 

After they calmed down, my oldest brother nudged the brother sitting by him, pointed directly at my chest and stated, "Nebraska". The three of them looked at each other and then nearly fell on the floor laughing their fool asses off. I sat up straight, looked from one brother to another, confused about why they thought that was so funny. So being the naïve sucker that I am, I asked my oldest brother what he meant. 

He pointed at my chest again, and then pointed out the window toward the vast, flat plains of the state we had been crossing. He was just crying with laughter but managed to choke out, "you are as flat as Nebraska". Needless to say, the boys rode that horse all the damned way to Colorado. I was pissed off at them but a little thrilled that I was included in their high jinks from that moment on. I'm still referred to as 'Nebraska' or 'Cornhusker' or 'Neska' (meaning Nebraska doesn't need a 'bra'). 

The name my mommy and daddy gave me is Alexis. Thank you my dear rents, because I naturally became Alex for short; a very proper tomboy name. As I've implied, my booby size hasn't changed much since I was 13. Visualize sunny side up eggs. My dear Mother is the one who graciously termed me 'willowy'. My other female parts have shaped up pretty good due to a lot of sports and girlie hormones. I have an ass and legs that can turn heads if the man doesn't see my front side first. My short, blond hair frames a decent enough face (featuring a smattering of tomboyish freckles across my nose) but I will admit that no movie casting agents have stopped me on the street begging for an audition (at least so far, IMAO). My best facial asset is my smile and blindingly white teeth-I could be the poster child for the orthodontic society. When I smile, my eyes get all scrunchy and some people (my daddy) think it's just ADORABLE.

Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, 'tomboy'. As a big girl I still love being around boys; their cussing, their spitting, their scratching. Since I've flown the parental nest, I still tend to hang around guys. When I moved into the city to start my glamorous professional life (ok, I'm the lowest slug ever in the corporate ladder) I sought out the best sports bar in my new neighborhood, knowing that there would be lots of young, horny men hanging out there. 

Murphy's is the kind of place that attracts 20-something guys like blow flies to cow pies. The big-ass plasmas hang all over the walls, continuously broadcasting sports. The only time I can remember watching anything but sports at Murphy's was when 'Dancing With The Stars' had Jason Taylor (I would lick the sweat from his armpits he's so hunky) in the finals. For the sports challenged, Taylor is the 6 foot 5 inch god-like defensive end who plays for the Miami Dolphins football team. I think you get it-Murphy's is GUY place. 

Oh, one more thing for my non-USA readers. I know you think football is played with a round, multi-colored ball by guys in short, silky pants. The football I'm talking about is the American version played by 350 pound water buffalos in pads and helmets. I don't want you to be confused.

I know, I know, you are wondering where the sex comes into this story. Keep your pants on! Sheesh.

By hanging around Murphy's long enough, I had ingratiated myself with the local boys who realized I didn't need to be treated differently than any other guy. I know my sports and try as they may, I'm rarely stumped with a sports factoid. Plus, I can play pool without ripping the felt and throw a dart into the board rather than the wall. 

Unfortunately, one of my brothers was in town once and I took him to Murphy's. No, no, it wasn't unfortunate that my brother was there. I love the big buffoon. It was unfortunate to take him to Murphy's where he let my teenage nickname slip to the local boys. Thus, it was like déjà vu all over again (I think Yogi Berra said that). I became Nebraska again. 

Not that the locals didn't already know that I lacked front bumpers. They've got eyes that tend to pluck every chick that clucks by the bar. I'd gotten quite a bit of grief from them already. It's just that my bro gave them a sobriquet (don't ya love big words that look great in print but you stumble over verbalizing?) that I will never be able to shake.

One more thing; my Murphy friends love to play poker. I know it's because ESPN calls it a sport and therefore shows HOURS of these Texas Hold 'Em tournaments. If those card players are athletes I'll stand naked in the city's central fountain and pretend to be a swizzle stick. If you sense that it's the one 'sport' I totally, freaking suck at then you win the stuffed panda bear. 

That being said, since my guy friends like to play poker, then so do I. Here's how I suck at poker: I have one of those faces that other poker players have wet dreams about. If I pair up deuces my face twitches like a kitten's whiskers. Lord help me if I've got a set of aces. My forehead is like the Times Square electronic headlines billboard. In poker terms it's called a 'tell'. For me it's more like 'show and tell'. I lose my ass every time I play with my buds. 

One fine summer day I arrived at Murphy's and joined my boys at the bar. There's a certain subtle slyness to the group as I elbowed my way to the bar. They are exchanging glances and poking each other in the ribs in a way that suggested something was coming. Regardless of the fact that they treat me like one of the guys most of the time, I don't have a dick. Therefore they sometimes revert to their piggish ways and don't think I have a BRAIN either (major eye roll if you could see me). 

Every group has a leader and Bryan is ours. I should tell you that our core group of friends numbers six. Bryan epitomizes tall, dark and handsome (and filthy rich too if I can be so crass to note). I have a secret crush on him but he seems to favor the nubile bimbos that hang around the bar trolling for men (bitches!). 

The other four guys all have certain qualities and professions that make our group interesting and fun. Jesse (Rocky is his nickname) is a short, muscular wrestler type who day trades in the stock market. Art the Fart (unfortunate I know) is good humored, tall as a redwood and works for a big accounting firm. Condor (nee Jarod) got his nickname from having a wingspan of the condor, which served him well when he played collegiate basketball. Now he dunks doughnuts instead of orange balls as a beat cop. Meat (his veddy proper mother prefers Steven) got his handle from something the guys just can't seem to keep their stories straight about. Once they told me he worked at a meat-packing plant when he was a kid. Later I hear he choked on a steak. Remember that BRAIN/GIRL thing? I know what they are chortling about (dumb asses).

By the way, Meat is an outstanding specimen of a man. He's blond, with piercing, glacial blue eyes. I don't care if you think I'm shallow but he could be a Chippendale dancer. He is a freaking gorgeous man. And he drives a sweet Beemer convertible financed by his big salary as an exec at a large multi-national. 

Back to Bryan (oh yes, he is just Bryan-don't ask me why). Bryan doesn't work because he doesn't have to. Remember that rich reference? He's perfect for the leadership role of our group because he has so damn much time on his hands. He plans our road trips and keeps the group energized. He also has a bar tab as big as Shaq. He's generous to a fault but on my microscopic salary I appreciate the free drinks and he never makes me feel guilty.

Ok, ok, ok, back to the fine summer day. Bryan propped his arms on the bar next to me and casually said, "Nebraska, put July 14th on your calendar for a road trip. I've got my dinghy all detailed for the summer and I want to treat our tribe to a day cruise and then poker that night. No dates and it will be an over-nighter so bring your bunny jammies."

Now I've seen Bryan's 'dinghy' from afar. It's a friggin' yacht, sports fans. I'm talking 'make my panties wet' big. You can only imagine that none of our group would turn down that invitation. Even though the whole atmosphere seemed suspicious to me, I was not going to wimp out on our group. 

"What's the occasion Bryan? Need some more of my money playing poker to gas up the cruiser?" I asked innocently. 

"It's an obscure special holiday you've never heard of. I've got my party planners working on the details. I want it to be a surprise so don't ask me any more questions. Just show up," he casually replied. 

Art the Fart nudged my head with his elbow (remember how tall he is) and said, "Yeah, Neska, don't forget to wear your poker face." 

Of course that comment caused some serious guffawing amongst my friends. I retaliated by twisting Art the Fart's nipple so hard he squealed like a teenage girl. I knew I could get away with that because no matter how much I was one of the guys, none of them had ever really laid their hands on me, grab-assing like they do with each other. 

Sure, they ogle my fine derriere when I lean over the pool table and think I don't know it. And the tall boys get to peek down my blouse (as if that's a big thrill) when I lean forward at the bar. Now here's where I become contradictory: Yes, I'm a tomboy; yes, I'm one of the guys; and but yes, damn it, I have my needs. Don't think I haven't noticed Meat's package when he wears his tight blue jeans-I DO know how he really got his nickname.

Even though we are a tight group, we've never been on an over-nighter before. As I stand amongst these five, good looking, successful men and I think about the upcoming cruise with little 'ole me being the only female, I feel a little thrum between my legs. Oops, so much for the tomboy bullshit!

I know you are already imagining a cocoa butter orgy on this yacht trip but indulge me with one more side-story. It's relevant to the trip so shut up and listen. My other nickname as a kid was Nancy Drew. I was always poking around in my brother's stuff, looking for clues about what they were up to. I could go on for hours about some of their secrets. Anyway, you understand I can't tolerate not knowing things.

Google is to me as milk is to a baby. I worship at the feet of those geeks who invented the search engines. Bryan didn't say I couldn't ask other people questions. Sooooo, I Googled 'July 14 and Holiday' and guess what dear readers?

NATIONAL NUDE DAY IS ON JULY 14!!!!

Hmmm, let me think. Alex has a brain. Alex thinks this holiday cruise has something to do with poker and nudity. Alex knows she plays poker like a clown. Alex better get her ass down to the spa for a Brazilian wax, pronto. Alex has a PLAN!

Anyone listening ever had a wax job? Girls? Scream out if you have. I'm not talking about a tidy little shave here. Have you seen that movie '40 Year Old Virgin' where Steve Carrell has his chest hair removed? My poor waxer must have thought I grew up in a family of longshoremen hearing all the curse words I screamed. I decided that since I was going through the pain of hairlessness that I would not even leave a landing strip. I was as bare as that butt-ugly dog Paris Hilton lugs around.

Wait, one more thing. This spa had a special deal (the owner subscribes to 'Marketing Today' I'll bet). 'Buy one Brazilian Wax and an Anus Bleach is half price'. LOL. I know you think I'm making that up. "What do you do for a living dear?" "I'm an asshole bleacher, thanks for asking."

In for a penny, in for a pound (please, please, you Brits, don't ever convert to the Euro or this idiom will become useless). You guessed it; I was all in on the pretty asshole concept. For all my sistahs out there, you know how you feel at the gynecologist when you get to ride the exam table like a cowgirl? Imagine the shame of having your naked butt up in the air with a technician's nose about an inch from your asshole. 

The moment of truth came when my new friends had finished their respective intimacies. "Missy, missy, please look now," the Brazilian girls urged. There was a three-sided mirror in the room installed to give me the panoramic view of my leafless, willowy bod. 

Holy shit, Batman! I looked like a pre-pubescent waif. If I didn't have some pretty cool nipples (if I do say so myself) I could be mistaken for one of my dildos-a big head and a long, straight shaft. I twirled one way and then another to see everything. I even bent over (blush) to examine my pristine anus. Wow. This was like 'Home Makeover' on my torso. 

Now that I laid the foundation for my upcoming cruise, I figured I better add some finishing touches. Hair, nails, pedicure, and facial...all that girl shit I secretly love. Don't forget SHOPPING! Bikini, cool cruise togs and accessories. 

The cruise holiday was just a few days off but I decided to avoid Murphy's and the gang until the big day. I was a little nervous about all my preparations but I will admit to feeling like a lit fuse on a firecracker. I didn't even masturbate even though I could hardly keep my hands off my polished places. 

THE BIG DAY ARRIVED. I called Bryan to tell him I'd meet everyone at the marina. My strategy was to show up fashionably late and make an Angelina Jolie, red carpet entrance (I can't believe I just said that and besides, I hate that bee-atch for looking so god-damned beautiful even when she's as pregnant as a hippo). 

I chose to wear tight, white Capri pants with a loose fitting, navy and white striped, nautical-looking top. I found an adorable floppy sun hat and wore that atop my newly coifed and highlighted blond locks. My eyes are covered with massive, black Gucci sunglasses (knock-offs of course-I'm poor, poor, poor). Completing the ensemble, my fashionista friends, are the CUTEST little Havaiana flip flops that matched my top perfectly. I brought an oversized canvas bag with all my other outfits for the cruise (more about those later). 

Ta da! I arrive one-half hour late as planned. I see the boys on the deck of the boat huddling around the cockpit, probably getting hardons about the electronic equipment. I stand at the base of the gangplank waiting for them to notice me. FINALLY, Bryan looks over and does a double-take. It was just priceless how his mouth hung open. 

My friends see me at Murphy's usually wearing torn blue jeans or cargo shorts with basic blouses or knit tops; tomboy clothes. They were not prepared for the new Alexis. Soon, all five of them were openly staring at me on the marina dock posed like a fashion model.

"Permission to come aboard, Captain?" I called up to Bryan.

I almost burst out laughing the way the boys jostled each as they each tried to be first over to the gang-plank. 

"Yes, um, sure. Come abroad, I mean aboard, Nebr..., I mean Alex...is," Bryan stuttered. Bryan NEVER is at a loss for words. NEVER! Hmm, maybe this plan is working. 

"Thank you very much," I replied as I hold out my hand in the universal female sign language that says 'I'm so helpless. Please hold my hand so I don't stumble'. 

In the rugby scrum that occurred because of that gesture, Rocky won the right to help me board the boat because of his bulk and aggressiveness. I held his iron-hard hand as we strolled up the incline. He looked at me like puppy in a shelter trying to get the attention of a prospective owner. 

When I reached the top of the gangplank I leaned over and kissed Rocky on the cheek and said "Thank you Jesse". Then I greeted each one of the boys with a kiss on their cheeks and said their names like I was the Queen of bloody England giving knighthoods: "Arthur"; "Jarod"; "Steven"; "Bryan". 

Will you allow me a moment to gloat a little? These yahoos were struck dumb. Not dumb like ignorant. Dumb like speechless. Whatever mindset they may have had about this cruise just flew out of their brains like confetti thrown at a New Year's Party. I was in HEAVEN!

I paused dramatically as I looked them over and said, "Gentlemen, let's get this party started." And then I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. They looked so damned cute in their baggy cargo shorts, Hawaiian shirts and flip-flops. This was going to be an outstanding day.

They immediately relaxed; relieved that an alien hadn't overtaken my body. The normal boy banter fired up as they helped Bryan ready the boat for our cruise. Soon we were motoring away from the marina and into open water. 

After we were safely out of the inter-coastal Bryan turned the helm over to Meat and Condor. Rocky and Art the Fart were readying food and drinks at the bar. Bryan asked me to accompany him below deck so I could drop my tote bag in my room. 

ROOM? Ha! Are you kidding me? My entire efficiency apartment could fit in here, plus have room for an iron lung machine. I felt like doing a Tiger Woods arm pump and screaming 'Yessssss'. Of course, by now you know I'm much more sophisticated than that. I merely smiled at Bryan and said, "This is so lovely! Let me powder my nose and I'll join you boys shortly." 

After Bryan closed the door behind him I twirled around the suite like a ballerina. I ran my hands over the mahogany wood and the granite counters and the sleek bedcovers. OMG, I hugged myself when I looked into the head (yep, I know my nautical terms). 

I composed myself and went back up the stairs to join the boys on top. Rocky and Art the Fart had set up a buffet line of great looking finger food for the day. Condor put a white towel over his bare arm, bowed to me and asked, "Missy likee drinkee?"

When I'm at sea (gawd, would you listen to me!) I like the cute tropical drinks with umbrellas. So I responded, "Jeeves, bring me a Pina Colada, chop chop!" 

Our gang settled into the rhythm of the ocean waves, the salty air, drinking, laughing and talking. Jimmy Buffett was crooning his tropical tunes through the boat's music system. The afternoon was warming up so I excused myself to go change into PHASE TWO of my evil plan.

Down in my suite I stripped down to my birthday suit and rummaged in my tote bag for my second secret weapon. I pulled out my one ungodly extravagant purchase; a Brazilian thong bikini (hey, I already had the wax so it seemed appropriate). When I bought it I had to hold my breath when the saleslady ran my credit card. These teeny, tiny little pieces of fabric cost more per millimeter than spun gold. 

I had a moment of trepidation when I put the thong on. Jezzzus, it was small. Gulp. Luckily I was fortified with a good buzz from the rum drinks so I forged on by putting on my top. I use the term loosely of course. The 'top' was essentially two pieces of fabric, each smaller than a pirate's eye patch that barely covered my nipples. The strings tied around my neck and back because lord knows I don't have the cleavage to hold the slippery material in place. The bikini was fire engine red which contrasted nicely with my fair skin. I slipped on a semi-transparent, white caftan and put up the loose hood to enhance the unveiling of Alexis, goddess of Brazil. 


Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em Ch. 02



Author's note: The following chapter is a continuation of the INTERNATIONALLY acclaimed erotic literature (and foolishly named) "Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em". That piece of artistry won a MAJOR PRIZE (ok, it was $75 in gift certificates at the Literotica toy store) for the Nude Day writing contest (every time I hear of a 'major prize' I'm reminded of that classic movie "Christmas Story". Remember when the dad was boasting about his major prize? It finally came in a huge wooden box with 'FRAGILE' stamped on it in big, black letters. He puffed up and said "Look, it must be French," and then he pronounced the word "FRA-GEE-LAY". God, that cracks me up every time). I just want to let new readers know that even though it isn't necessary to read chapter one first (but it is a MAJOR PRIZE WINNER, ya know!) it will give them better character background for this story. 

Here is a summary of that story for you lazy bones who don't want to read it: Alexis//Tomboy//Nebraska//Nude Day// Bazillionair's yacht//Texas Hold 'em// Lost the game//Stripped naked//HOT SEX. If that doesn't convince you to read it I don't know what will!

When you last saw our skinny little heroine, Alexis, she was enjoying the fruits of her loss at the poker table. Bryan, the tall, dark and handsome (and sinfully wealthy) owner of the yacht had won the game and got to name a task for Alexis to perform. Apparently the task had something to do with plumbing because Alex cleaned his pipes, but good. Bryan, in turn, reciprocated by munching on Alexis' marble sized nipples and the slipperiest clit this side of the Pecos. Did you think that was the end of it? Nooooooo waaaaaaay. 

CHAPTER TWO: ISLANDS IN THE STREAM

I gazed down at Bryan with lust filled eyes (oh my god, I sound like a romance novelist!). He had rolled me on top of him after we had performed inspired fellatio and cunnilingus on each other (I LOVE those words; they are soooo descriptive and fun). Bryan's semi-hard cock was nestled between my slippery legs, which were wet from my explosive orgasms a few minutes prior. 

I was so relaxed I felt like a puppet dangling from strings. I could still feel little tremors emanating from my nether regions, like aftershocks of a California earthquake. Sometimes I'm way too chatty for the situation (you are probably nodding your heads in agreement) but for once I kept my mouth shut and let my body do my talking. 

By clenching my legs together I was able to securely trap Bryan's prick just south of my hairless, Brazilian-waxed honey trap. My pussy juices and Bryan's saliva made a perfect lotion to coax his fun stick back to life. I was basically doing push-ups allowing my legs to squeeze and release him as I moved up and down. If my maneuver was an Olympic gymnastic event I'd have a gold medal dangling between my teensy, weensy, itty bitty titties for sure.

Bryan was responding as I hoped. He was making these cute little moaning sounds like a puppy getting his tummy scratched. His cock was rock hard again and he was moving his own hips in rhythm to my push-ups. I slid down just enough so the head of his prick was running up and down my wet slit, nudging my engorged clit with every stroke. I'm not going to lie, I could have exploded again right then but I wanted Bryan deep inside me for our finale.

Bryan was arching upward in an attempt to penetrate my tight glory hole and made a move with his hand to guide his missile into my silo (military terms can be sexy too!). I stopped him by pinning his hands to the bed. By changing my position slightly I was able to allow the head of his gorgeous cock to barely slip inside me. I held still for a moment to let my inner body heat stimulate him further. I swear I could feel his prick expand, filling the entrance to my womanly cave. 

I pushed myself up to my knees but paused directly over his rigid dick. It's a good thing I'm athletic and exercise a lot because my legs were getting a major workout. Thank you Mr. Pilate! I was also doing Kegels while I held my position (girlfriends, try these pussy muscle contractions; your guy and your gynecologist will both be happy). Bryan's eyeballs were rolling around like a slot machine; I do believe I had his undivided attention, sports fans.

Bryan was moaning and groaning like he was being tortured so I figured he (and I) deserved some relief. I slooooooowly lowered myself down his hard pole. I was so slippery by now there was no problem with lubrication. When I bottomed out I ground my pussy on his pubic bone. I don't believe I covered this point about Bryan but he was neatly groomed, if you know what I mean. His pubic hair was very short; about the same as his stylish two-day growth of facial beard. I'm telling you that because my hungry little clitty was a happy girl getting stimulated from his prickly patch. 

For the first time since we started this new round of pleasure Bryan spoke. 

"Alex, you are killing me! Please let me move," he managed to croak out. 

I smiled benevolently at him and released his hands that I had pinned to the bed. 

"Ok, sweetie, go for it," I breathed.

His fingers made a beeline for my hardened nipples and he began pulling and twisting them like he was trying to tune in an obscure radio station. An electric shock shook me because my nips were so sensitive. Oh god, what a heavenly feeling. Bryan's hips pushed me up and then he stroked downward to nearly pull out of me. I could feel my pussy juice gushing around his already soaked cock. 

Bryan moved his hands down from my tiny chest to my hips. His strong hands couldn't completely encircle my waist but I felt like I was being held in the grip of one of those circus strongmen. He pushed me down on to his lap again and began stroking in and out in a rhythm that soon had me panting like a dog on a hot day. Since I was on top I did what I could but Bryan had definitely taken charge of our game of hide the salami. 

Since I had given Bryan such an excellent blow job earlier (if I do say so myself!) he apparently was prepared to be a marathon man. Whew, was I getting the ride of my life! My poor little pussy was getting pounded and every up-stroke was hammering my engorged clitty relentlessly.

All of a sudden, Bryan flipped me over on my back and began thrusting into me like a jackhammer. I arched my back and spread my legs wide to let him penetrate me fully. Because of this new position, the head of Bryan's cock was now massaging my g-spot perfectly. I'm not terribly experienced in love making but I've had my share of dancing in the sheets. This man was sending me completely over the edge with his passion and lust. I wrapped my legs around his butt and helped him slam into me. 

I'm a little shy about verbalizing during sex because I always thought it sounded cheesy in porno movies and in print. However, I was now in a very different spot and the words started to pour out me.

"Bryan, please fuck me harder; please harder," I groaned into his ear. 

His response was to increase his speed and as he bottomed out inside me our bodies created that slapping sound that means two people are really getting it on. Bryan's heavy balls were hanging down well away from his body and thumped against my ass with every stroke. My, oh my, I'm not sure I'm going to live through this.

I was using every dirty word I've ever heard to beg for him to keep fucking me. I hoped no one was listening-oops, too late-what about our friends in the next room? I suspect they might be getting their minds blown by hearing sweet Alexis curse like a drunken sailor in a bar fight.

Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I gripped him with my legs and pulled on his hair with my fingers and literally screamed, "cum inside me baby, please, please, please."

Bryan took the cue and lifted my ass off the bed and truly assaulted my already ravaged pussy. He was sweating with his efforts and had thrown his head back in the last throes of passion. 

I felt a hot gush of cum hit the back walls of my cunt. My insides turned into molten lava as another series of orgasms shook my body. My pussy muscles were contracting around Bryan's hot cock and milking him of any remaining sperm in his body. He too was shaking from his intense orgasm that left him gasping for air. Bryan collapsed on top of me, crushing me into the soft bed. 

"Oh Bryan, oh my god, that was incredible," I choked out. I was licking the sweat from his face like a kitten lapping up cream. I bit his earlobe which caused him to jerk like I had tasered him. What fun!

Bryan looked down at me as his breathing gradually slowed. His eyes focused on me and he smiled at me showing his perfect teeth.

"Alex, I have never, ever, had an experience like that," he whispered to me as he looked at me with wide eyes. 

Now, dear readers, you know I'm perfectly capable of patting myself on my own back but that statement was enough to cause permanent swelling of my brain. Here was this social friend of mine whom I've taken at face value (a handsome face to be sure) since getting to know each other at Murphy's bar, having a lot of laughs and fun with the rest of the gang. He was filthy rich and owned the very yacht that we had just rocked in the calm water. Bryan could have any woman who wagged her tail at him and now he's telling ME that he just had the experience of a lifetime! Someone pinch me, please!

I pulled his head down to mine and nibbled on his lips and darted my tongue into his mouth as a non-verbal answer to his statement. 

"Um, Bryan, did I happen to say anything reallllly crazy while you were turning me inside out?" I asked with trepidation. Those of you who are dating in the real world (especially all my girlfriends out there) probably know where my fears lie. Did I blurt out the "L" word while I was screaming out whatever came into my head a little bit ago? No phrase in the English language will cause a man to run screaming for the exits faster than "I love you".

Bryan cocked his head at me and grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat. 

"Whatever do you mean, Alex? Although I do recall a few words that might make your mother blush," he replied and then asked innocently, "What do you think you said?"

"Oh nothing, I'm just a little fuzzy on the details," I answered quickly. 

Bryan rolled off of me (well, slid is a better description since we were both slippery with body juices), propped up his head with his arm and looked down at me. His face was shadowed because he was between me and the window. The moonlight was pouring in and bathed my face and body with flattering light. Kids, I'm not above striking poses, as you know from my shameless posturing on deck earlier in the day. So I did what I always do when I'm feeling unsure of myself; I crossed my eyes, stuck my tongue out the side of my mouth and acted like a deranged monkey. 

Bryan laughed hard, grabbed me and started tickling me. Ok, one little factoid about Alexis' delectable bod; I have tickle nerves that are so supercharged that I absolutely go nuts when tickled. My brothers knew it all too well and TORTURED me when we were young. Now Bryan had discovered my weakness and he got full volume of my shrieking. That gave him even more ammunition to keep tickling my thrashing body. I'm sure if the Coast Guard were close by they would have stormed aboard the yacht to find the poor girl who was being murdered. I can't even imagine what Meat, Condor, Art the Fart and Rocky were thinking. 

My torture stopped when I managed to grab Bryan's testicles and twist a little. 

"Truce? Or lose the family jewels, big boy!" I panted as I recovered from the tickling exertion. 

Now poor Bryan had just finished getting a world class cock sucking from the premier fellatrix of the high seas (that be me), been fucked silly by yours truly and yet, damned if my clutching his balls didn't make his flaccid cock twitch a little. I am sooooo evil.

I'm not going to bore you with the details of our third go round because it was veddy, veddy hot and I'm afraid your computer screens will spontaneously combust. Suffice it to say we performed sexual gymnastics as if we were recreating the Kama Sutra. Plus, I have to tell you about some really cool stuff. Is that ok?

After a little sleep and a WONDERFUL hot shower, Bryan was leaning casually against the door jamb watching me tend to my abused bod. I love my short, tomboyish hair because I can just fluff it up with my fingers and look pretty good. I was still naked as a jaybird and knew my backside probably looked good as I leaned over the sink to get closer to the mirror. 

"Alex, what would you think about taking a trip with me down to the Islands next week? There's a fabulous cove at one island where a lot of yachts drop anchor and everyone parties hard. We'd be gone a couple weeks or so" Bryan asked as he eyed my shapely ass jutting out from the sink.

To say that my mouth was hanging open in total astonishment would be an understatement. To call me speechless would be accurate too. 

"Alex? Hellooooo?" Bryan prompted me.

"Well, that is certainly tempting Bryan, but you may have forgotten one little detail about my life; church mice look wealthy compared to me. I have a job that barely pays for minor details like food, rent and an occasional trinket. Besides, I'm not sure I could get off work on such short notice", I responded with a little sarcasm. 

In truth, my position in my company was so lowly that if I walked into the HR office and asked for time off they might respond with "Excuse me, do you work here?" Actually, I have a great boss who constantly tries to peek up my short skirts and LOVES my ass. I knew I could get off but I didn't want to look easy (I know you are rolling your eyes right now-I had just fornicated like a hooker in Vegas and now I don't want to look EASY?!). 

"Ok, here's a proposal; I will pay you to be my First Mate on this trip. You will have to help navigate, cook and clean to earn your keep. So whatever you would lose from work I'll make up for. Plus, you will be valuable asset for me as my bullshit deflector. You can't believe how full of themselves some of these folks are," Bryan responded in a hopeful tone.

My mind was racing at warp speed. On the one hand this was an opportunity to experience the lifestyles of the rich and famous. On the other hand I was a 21 year old tomboy from a very modest background with a skinny little bod that would probably be laughed at by the nip and tuck crowd. What to do, what to do?

I'm guessing that you are saying to yourself, "Is this girl INSANE? Go for it, you dumb-ass!" However, I do have my insecurities regardless of my exterior bravado. My insides were churning as I looked at Bryan in the foggy mirror. My god, that boy was handsome. Does he really want me on this trip or is he just repaying me for a seriously good boffing? 

Before I could respond Bryan added hastily, "If it would make you more comfortable I know Meat would come along. He's got a ton of vacation time coming and besides, he can do a lot of his work remotely. How about it?" 

I sighed with relief. Meat is a great friend too and a totally down to earth guy. This solution would take a little pressure off me to pretend I'm a rich bitch. Plus, I wasn't sure I wanted to be exclusive with Bryan (although I was being pretty damned presumptive about that-ha!). You may remember that Meat got his nickname from having an outstanding piece of equipment that would make male porn stars envious. Not to mention he was a freaking gorgeous man who makes the bimbos at Murphy's drool down the front of their pathetically enhanced chests. (Me, envious? Nah.)

I turned around and gratefully hugged Bryan. My nipples were hardening again with the excitement of this exotic trip. I crushed them against Bryan's chest and declared that I would love to be his First Mate. 

After returning to port (I had to endure a few raised eyebrows and elbow nudges from the Murphy's crew about the strip poker game and the loud obscenities coming from Bryan's stateroom) we all split up happy and sated from a memorable voyage.

The next week was whirlwind of activity. My boss actually slapped me on my ass as he shooed me out the door and wished me the best. He probably thought he could get away the intimacy since he was being so generous with his lowly employee. I love the cute but dirty old man. I'm a little embarrassed to admit this but when I was sitting across from him asking for time off, I crossed and re-crossed my legs like I was nervous. I had on a scandalously short skirt with bright red panties. He had a hard time making eye contact while he listened to my request for unpaid leave - hee hee.

I went Island hopping shopping to add to my scant wardrobe. I couldn't look like a country bumpkin in front of all the rich folks I anticipated partying with. Wow, I needed to get out of the country before the VISA bill showed up.

Departure day came quickly and I showed up carrying about 5 big suitcases. Bryan and Meat were already on the yacht when my taxi pulled up. They both started laughing uproariously at my stack of luggage. 

"Nebraska, this is not an around the world cruise! Did you pack your teddy bears too?" Meat asked incredulously as he schlepped the bags up the gangplank. The 'Nebraska' reference is a nickname my goofball brothers gave me when I was thirteen-I was as flat as the plains of Nebraska back then. Unfortunately, my Murphy's friends found out and also used the name to jab me, primarily because my chest was no bigger today.

"Shut up and do what you do best, which is to use your muscles to wait on me. Remember, I'm the First Mate on this voyage and I can put you in chains and keelhaul you if I want", I responded to him.

Meat quickly said with his eyebrows waggling, "Would you please use the cat-o-nine tails too?"

I was walking behind him so I reached out and pinched his cute butt. 

"Meat, you may not know this but I'm a dominatrix on the side. Those bags may have some toys you'd be interested in," I said in a harsh voice. 

Meat pretended to simper like a gay wedding planner. Besides being a hunk, he was hilarious. This trip was gonna be a RIOT!

Bryan had everything ship shape (get it-ship shape?) so we cast off as soon as I dumped my luggage in my room. Hmm, not in Bryan's stateroom you may note; no pressure, no pressure-that's good Alexis. Keep telling yourself that girl.

I put on one of my new bikinis I bought in preparation for the trip. I decided to be a little more modest than the Brazilian micro floss I wore on the Nude Day trip. This one was a really cute, yellow number that I got on sale at a discount store. I'm not cheap, I'm just pooooooor. 

Anyhoo, I put on my sheer white caftan and wore flip-flops so I would be appropriately dressed for my duties on the WISTFUL, PORT OF MIAMI. (I don't think I mentioned that yachts have names. I guess they are afraid of getting lost and need a name and an address so they can find their way home.)

I walked up to Bryan in his captain's chair, stood ramrod straight, saluted and shouted, "ALEXIS R. NOEL, FIRST MATE, REPORTING FOR DUTY, SIR!"

"At ease, First Mate. Fortunately for you the ship has been completely detailed this week so you won't need to swab the decks just yet. Why don't you do a little exploring to acquaint yourself with the yacht? I think you already know where my stateroom is", he finished slyly with a leer worthy of pedophile as he looked over my little girl body. I swatted his shoulder and told him to behave or I'd report him to the authorities. 

"Alex, honey, sweetie, I AM the authority at sea. I am judge and jury in all things while in International waters. Now give the Captain a big kiss!" he stated forcefully.

Okaaaaay, I can play this game. I leaned over his big chair which is elevated so he can see over the bow of the yacht. I stuck my tongue in his ear and placed my hand on his crotch. Now boys, tell me the truth, you really love it when a girl does that, right? Get that ear nice and wet and then breathe heavily like you are on the verge of an orgasm? Well, Bryan's reaction was immediate; his flagpole rose so fast I thought it was going burst through his cargo shorts. Busted, Cap-pee-tan! 




Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em Ch. 02



"How was that Sir? Have I performed my first duty well enough?" I asked innocently. 

"Um, yes First Mate. Excellent start. You are dismissed", he managed to croak out as I gave his hardening prick a last tweak. 

Meat was down below snagging beers for Bryan and him. I called down to him that a Mai Tai would be delightful if he would fix it for me. I batted my eyes at him, pulled up my caftan and showed him some leg for extra incentive. He was bare-chested which showed off his defined pecs and washboard abs over narrow hips. The big lug could easily be a male model for GQ, Maxims, you name it. 

I was having impure thoughts as I watched Meat mix my drink. I'm 21 years old, on a voyage to the Islands with two incredibly good looking men; my hormones are at their peak efficiency-what do you expect? I'm not Mother Theresa ya know. My dirty little mind actually started to think about whether I could have my cake and eat it too. My little honey pot was starting to get a little moist daydreaming about what a ménage à trois would be like with my two cabin boys. (Even if you don't like the snooty Frenchies they sure have wonderfully sexy words don't they?)

"Earth to Alex, Earth to Alex, here's your drink", Meat said as he waved the frosty Mai Tai in front of my face. 

Oops, good thing Meat can't read my mind. I snapped out of it and thanked him with a little peck on the side of his mouth. My hard little nipple brushed his arm as I leaned in. I am SOOOO bad!

I did go explore the yacht like Bryan suggested. I'm not going to lie, this was a classy vessel. I mean everything about it reeked rich, rich, rich. I was fantasizing like crazy while I did my inspection. Gawd, what would it be like to have so much money that this was just a toy? I can only imagine future conversations with the rich bitches in the Islands:

"Where did you get that adorable outfit, Alexis?" 

"What, this old thing? I think it was from a little boutique on Rodeo. Wait, no, I got it when I was in Paris last spring."

Ok, one step at a time girl. Anyway, that first day we had a great time drinking and cruising southeast to our first stop, which turned out to be the Bahamas. It was a perfect day but I've got to tell you one funny story (at least to my warped sense of humor). I was a little loopy by the time we were approaching Nassau. The Wistful (the ship's name-remember?) had this big front bow with a brass rail around the edge. I walked out to the very front and climbed up one rung of railing. The sea breeze was in my face, flapping my sheer white caftan around my skinny little torso. I opened up my arms to the sea and started singing 'My Heart Will Go On' at the top of my voice. 

Movie buffs? Get it? I looked around to see if Bryan and Meat were watching. Bryan was busy navigating into port but Meat was grinning from ear to ear. He bounced out of his chair and came up behind me. Meat nudged up against my nice little behind and joined my on the railing. I looked up at his face and said dramatically, "Never let go". 

I keep telling you guys that Meat is the real deal. Leonardo diCaprio looks like fish entrails compared to Meat. I'm no Kate Winslet but my attraction to Meat was 'titanic' at that moment. I would definitely fog up the windows of an old car with him. All right, that's enough. If you don't which movie I'm referring out then email me and I will tell you. 

There's a huge, elegant casino in Nassau that the boys wanted to visit so we got dressed (for me that was wearing a red slip-dress that made it look like I was naked under it-actually I was because I was feeling reeeeeeally naughty by now) and then we dined at one of the nicest restaurants I've ever been in. Guess what? It was so ritzy that they didn't print any prices! I guess if you have to ask, you probably can't afford it. 

I'm not a gambler primarily because I don't have any spare money to gamble with. So I'd never played any casino games other than Black Jack with my Murphy's buddies. Bryan and Meat wanted to play Craps so they found a place at a high stakes table in a roped off area. They both threw down a ton of cash and bought a huge pile of black $100 chips. I was snuggled between the two of them so I felt like the pearl between two clam shells. 

I had never played Craps so I expected to just watch. However, Bryan and Meat had other ideas. They knew I was a virgin (Craps player that is-ha ha) so they wanted me to throw the dice. I told Bryan I didn't have any money to play but he assured me he would cover my losses, and if I won anything beyond the $10,000 in front of me I could keep it. 

Holy shit, that stack of chips represented a lot of working days for me. I wanted to snatch up the chips and run laughing down the street with my new found wealth. But since I was still pretty buzzed from the wine at dinner I wasn't about to act like a chicken shit now. I blew on my hands, rubbed them together like a pro and called for the dice. 

The stick man (I learned the game from Meat as we went along) pushed 5 red die toward me with this cute little wooden stick that had a crook on the end. I could tell this guy was thinking that this little girl didn't have a clue (oh so right) but he was naturally polite with so much money on the table. 

I leaned over the padded table and picked up all 5 of the dotted cubes. Then, without a pause, I chucked them at the far end of the table. The stick man and the other tuxedo clad dealers stared at me in disbelief. The pit boss, who was sitting like a gnome over the huge stacks of house chips, barked "No roll!"

I was looking around at everyone trying to figure out what was wrong. Bryan and Meat were cracking up. There were some really fancy looking gamblers at the other end of the table who were looking at me like I was from outer space. 

"What?" I demanded of Bryan.

"Honey, the idea is to pick two of the die and throw only those", he told me still chortling about my serious Craps gaffe. 

"Oh. Ok. Well, that makes this game a little harder doesn't it?" I said as I smiled brightly at the pit boss and winked at the stick man. 

"Miss, please pick just two this time", the stick man said hiding a smile as he pushed the 5 die toward me again. 

"Okie Dokie, here goes nothing. YAHTSEE!" I yelled as I threw the dice to the other end.

"Seven, winner seven!" the stick man called out.

Bryan and Meat eyed each other over the top of head and silently mouthed "Let's go for it". 

I was told to place my bets identically to Bryan's bets so I didn't have to think about any moves for this complex looking game. They left their winnings out on the pass line with the original $300 bet so now we each had $600 betting. The dice were in front of me again so I threw them again so hard against the back wall they nearly came all the way back to me. 

"Yo, eleven!" the stick man announced. A big cheer went up from the players at the other end and Bryan and Meat high-fived each other over the top of my head. 

I'm going to fast forward because I don't want to bore you with all the gory details but I apparently lived up to the theory that a virgin female player was good luck. During my run, the table filled up with all kinds of high rollers; mostly men but a few women were hanging around the edges looking at me like "Who let this 13 year old girl with no tits in here?"

Now you may not think gambling is sexy but I beg to differ. Money is a kind of aphrodisiac and I gotta tell ya, I was getting turned on with all these black chips piling up like snowdrifts in front of me. You know what happens to my body when my engine gets started. I had on this slinky red dress that showed my hardened nipples very clearly. I was also bending over frequently to pick up chips or dice. The dress was a little loose on top so I'm sure the dealers were getting an eyeful (big thrill-these guys see more cleavage than a porno director). Plus the dress was hugging my ass like a second skin so the men behind me were getting a pretty good floor show. 

Of course we were all drinking like it was our job so we were getting pretty boisterous. I was getting kisses and hugs from both my boys whenever I did something good, which was often. My inner thighs were actually slick from my excited state. I could feel my clit growing especially when I pushed against the padding on the table. Having this much fun should be illegal!

All good things must end but I was told that I held the dice for over 45 minutes. When I asked Meat if that was good, he just laughed. Guess what? I doubled the $10,000 Bryan gave me as a stake! I just made $10,000 smackers net-waaaay cool. I was such a big spender by then that I flipped each dealer a $500 tip. Gotta help the little people on the way to the top, ya know!

We staggered out of the casino with our arms around each other. I playfully cupped the buns of both my guys and asked impishly, "What's my reward for bringing you so much luck?"

I must have missed the memo distributed to all hands of the Wistful but I do believe a knowing look passed between Bryan and Meat. Could it be my little fantasies from earlier be possible? Oh my, a new flush of excitement rushed up from my sweet little cunny.

I was still so jazzed up about my winnings and a little drunk from all the alcohol that I wanted to continue partying. Meat poured some expensive brandy into snifter glasses and we sat on the open deck to enjoy the lights of the harbor and the night air. They lit up huge, fat cigars as big as my favorite red dildo. This was just the first night too!

The music system was playing some nice jazz which was perfect for where we were. It was also ideal for me to show off some of my patented dance moves. I was going to show my boys what I absorbed from those dark years in dance class when my mother hoped that I was going to act like a real girl. 

I kicked off my heels and stood up holding my brandy snifter like I was the Statue of freaking Liberty. Bryan and Meat were sitting on opposite sides of the deck so the shiny, teak dance floor was open for Alexis, the Isadora Duncan of the Wistful. 

My first move was to twirl around which caused my slinky dress to cling to my ass. In my mind I was performing at Kennedy Center standards; most likely I was more on the level of a stripper working without a pole. I spun and dipped and now and then would go over to one of the boys and trail my fingers under their jaws, then tracing their lips with my fingernails. The music segued into a very slow song so I set my snifter down on the bar and grabbed Meat's hands and pulled him up to dance with me.

I draped my arms over his broad, strong shoulders and laid my head on his chest. His hands didn't seem to know what to do with themselves so he must have been a little uncomfortable about slow dancing with Bryan's First Mate. He settled on placing his strong hands on the small of my back just above the swell of my ass. We swayed around like that and when we rotated enough, I could see Bryan sitting in his chair, watching us with a bemused expression. 

Hmm, interesting situation; Bryan and I had an orgasmic night on the Nude Day trip, performing in a sexual Olympics that should have resulted in two gold medals. We were both young and open minded with no apparent strings attached and, like I said earlier, I suspected a tacit agreement had been struck between the two men. 

I caught Bryan's eye on my second slow rotation with Meat. I crooked my finger at him and gave him the non-verbal invitation to dance with us. Bryan rose slowly and came up behind me. Now I know guys pretty well being a tomboy myself. It's not in their genetic code to be comfortable with physical intimacy with another man unless, of course, they happen to be gay. Girls can dance with each other and nobody thinks a thing of it. Double standards I think.

I thought maybe I could make them both happy by being the white filling between the Oreo cookies; the peanut butter between two slices of Wonder Bread; well, you get the idea-Alexis was plotting to be the lucky little girl sandwiched between two gorgeous men. 

I reached behind me and pulled Bryan up against my back. Meat shifted his hands to my hips so they wouldn't be touching Bryan (silly boys). Bryan put his hands on my shoulders so now the three of us were swaying to the music but not rotating much. I felt Bryan shift behind me so his hardening cock was nestled between my butt cheeks. The pressure that Bryan was putting on my ass was in turn pressing my pelvis into Meat. 

Girlfriends, this is just for you. Boys, skip this paragraph. Ladies, if you ever get a chance try to be the dancer in the middle. It doesn't have to be on a yacht in the Caribbean (although that doesn't hurt-see me grinning?). It just feels utterly fantastic. I felt so secure and warm between my two great friends. Even though it was highly sexual, it didn't feel unnatural at all. I could feel Meat's penis growing and shifting in his loose linen trousers. His considerable size was apparent as Bryan pushed against my ass. Holy crap, am I a lucky little shit, or what?

My slinky little dress was shifting and moving upward as Meat rubbed my hips and ground against me, pushing back against Bryan's pressure. I told you earlier what a naughty girl I was when we went to the casino; i.e., no panties on the First Mate of the Wistful. Eventually Meat's subtle movements had my dress completely up to my hips. By now both of them knew I was naked under the dress and I could feel their rigid cocks straining against their pants. I continued my role as the maestro of this sexy orchestra by reaching for the straps of my dress and started pulling it up over my head. Meat and Bryan shifted away momentarily to allow me to complete my task. 

I flung the dress over to one of the chairs and snuggled in between my two hunks. They were both breathing much harder with the excitement and novelty of participating in this erotic dance. I really didn't have a plan about this but I knew I didn't want it to be a grunting and groaning orgy. 

I reached behind my back and found Bryan's zipper. He backed away just a little to allow me access. I was resting my head on Meat's chest again while I concentrated on freeing Willy. Bryan was rock hard by now and it was just a little awkward unhooking him from his European cut briefs. As I pulled his sleek cock out into the cool night air I heard him gasp faintly. I pushed my butt up against his freed cock and felt him push forward so his prick was now wedged upward between my butt cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. 

Next, I had the enviable task of removing Meat's package from its wrapper. With Bryan comfortably rubbing his warm prick up and down my ass crack I unzipped Meat next. Not surprisingly Meat wore boxers because of his size. I'm not much into describing body part sizes (probably because of my own limited assets) but friends; I have to violate my own rules in this case. This boy was GIGANTIC! As I wrestled his anaconda through the front hole of his boxers I found myself wanting to get on my knees to worship this monster. 

I'm not kidding when I say that his fully erect size was at least four of my hands gripping him from base to tip. Additionally, Meat was so thick that my hand didn't come close to encircling his hot prick. The head of his cock was circumcised and because it was fully engorged, I could clearly feel the ridge of his helmet. The veins under his dick were pulsing under my nurturing. 

Ok, take a deep breath Alexis. I put one arm behind Meat to pull him close. My other arm tried to reach behind Bryan as much as I could and pulled him closer too. I am shorter than Meat so his hot prick was against my stomach and nearly reached my hard little nipples. Bryan was comfortably stroking my ass with his sleek, hard penis. With both men in my grasp I began to slither up and down in time to the music. It was one of the most sensuous feelings of my life. 

As I dipped lower, the tip of Meat's cock touched one of my marble sized nipples. He jerked like I had stabbed him with pin. By dipping so low Bryan's cock was now rubbing the small of my back, which felt exquisite. Neither man dared to move their hands; maybe for fear of touching each other accidentally or more so to not interrupt the eroticism of the moment. 

Personally, I was so wet I could feel my pussy juices lubricating my upper thighs. My clit was aching between the folds of my bare pussy. Each bump from Meat's hard legs sent a jolt up my tummy. My heart was racing so fast I'm sure Meat could feel it against his hard dick. Usually for me to have an orgasm I need some physical touch on my girly places. This time I was terribly close to having an orgasm without touching anything because of how exciting this situation was.

I began moving up and down faster as I gripped both men harder, pressing their cocks firmly against me. My breath was ragged by now as I neared my orgasm. Bryan and Meat were both writhing against me in time to my movements. I knew none of us could last much longer but I was hoping that we could all cum at the same time; a sexual trifecta so to speak.

I was moaning now like Meg Ryan in that restaurant scene of 'When Harry Met Sally'. My noises seemed to enflame my boys even more because they were gasping for breath too. I wasn't trying to steal Meg's lines but they were very fitting for the occasion (except that I wasn't faking it like her).

"Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yessssssss!" I screamed as the first wave of orgasm shook me. 

Both Bryan and Meat simultaneously erupted when they heard me scream. Hot ropes of cum bathed my chest and back. Meat's cream shot so hard from his huge cock that one string clung to my neck. Bryan was pulsing out an enormous amount of his seed on my back; so much that I could feel one column of it course down between my ass cheeks. 

As I felt the burning cum cover my skinny little body, I felt another orgasmic wave emanate from my gushing pussy. All three of us were pressing against each other, except now there was so much lubrication between our bodies that we were like eels squirming in a pool of water. Both men were jerking with their own aftershocks; their sensitive cock heads rubbing against my back and tummy, still leaking a litte jizz. 

If I may refer to the Meg Ryan movie again, I'm betting you could be saying to yourself, "I'll have what she's having". Oh my god, I'm telling you I have never had such a wildly erotic moment, even in my own vivid imagination when I masturbate. I could feel the men's cocks wilt some into that half hard state after orgasm. As Meat's cock softened, it slipped down my tummy like a snake slithering down a jungle tree. He was so long that the engorged head of his cock pressed against my happy, hairless pussy. My clit was so engorged it was poking out of my womanly lips and therefore had the pleasure of meeting the gigantic one-eyed snake of Meat. Oh heavenly days. 

I was so weak from my exertions and orgasms that I was still upright only because of the two strong men pressed against me. I looked up at Meat in front of me and then turned my head so I could look at Bryan too. I didn't want the moment to ever end but we couldn't stay clutched together forever. Additionally, I was a little concerned about post-coital letdown (guilt?) so I thought I'd better lighten the mood.

"Captain, is it all right if I wait to swab the decks tomorrow?" I asked Bryan with a little smile, "There may be some foreign substances that need cleaning up."

Bryan laughed hard and Meat joined him chuckling about the absurdity of the situation and my funny comment. They both backed away from me reaching for their wet cocks and subsequently stuffed them back in their homes. That left me as the only naked person on deck who also just happened to be covered front and back in drying cum. Not exactly the most dignified look a girl could hope for. 




Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em Ch. 02



So I tried to use the circumstances to extricate myself gracefully. I used one finger of my left hand and scraped up a load of Meat's cum from my tummy. With my right index finger I reached behind me and found a dollop of Bryan's slimy load. I then looked both of them in the eye and sucked their cum into my mouth.

"Thanks for dessert, gentlemen", I told them, "and for one of the most beautiful nights of my life. I think I need a shower and a good nights sleep. Sleep tight."

With that, I picked up my discarded dress and sashayed across the deck and went down to my room. Whew, great exit Alexis!

Oddly, or maybe not, the three of us never had another group grope during the rest of the cruise. I think neither Meat nor I felt any special chemistry between the two of us. It may also have been an unconscious feeling that even though Bryan had shared a special moment with his friend Meat; he wasn't totally comfortable sharing every part of me. Even if he didn't verbalize this to me (he's a guy, right?) I felt even closer to Bryan.

The rest of the cruise was uneventful but so beautiful I find it hard to describe. We wound our way past Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands (named for me no doubt) and the other islands that curve toward South America. Although I always slept in my own room, I did spend plenty of time in Bryan's stateroom too. There's something about the Gulf Stream air that is intoxicating and invigorating. And I've never been hornier in my whole life!

It turns out St. Lucia was our destination where apparently the rich and famous congregate with their yachts and party like there's no tomorrow. Rodney Bay is famous for its safe harbor and many restaurants and services. When we motored around the final turn into the bay my breath was taken away. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, there were dozens and dozens of gleaming white yachts, many of them looking like mini cruise ships! 

Bryan had pre-arranged a mooring site so we stopped right next to a huge freaking yacht. The Wistful looked wistful next to this monster. It had a helicopter perched on a rear deck along with three smaller boats tied to the back, like ducklings swimming after mother goose. Who could possibly have this much money to afford this ship? I probably couldn't afford the ship's brass bell.

I was pretty much speechless from this sensory overload. I turned to Bryan, who was sitting in his captain's chair, with my mouth hanging open. I pointed to the big yacht and made some nonsensical noises as I tried to utter what I was feeling. He just smiled at me with confidence and said, "They pee and poop just like us!"

Meat was staring as well and we both burst out laughing at Bryan's comment.

"Yeah, remember that Meat. Those internationally famous models by that swimming pool don't poop little ice scream balls like you thought!" I told him while continuing my voyeuristic scanning of the people lounging on the massive deck.

Ok, down to business. There were parties galore that moved from yacht to yacht each night as each owner tried to outdo each other. Bryan was well known in this bunch so we were invited as old friends. Meat worked as an executive at a multi-national corporation and was used to dealing with powerful people. Plus he spoke several languages that were useful with the International jet set we were amongst. Needless to say, the single (and married) ladies were on him like lice on a monkey. 

I'm not going to lie, I was just a little intimidated regardless of Bryan's pithy assessment of our mutual anatomical needs. I'm used to being ignored for my lack of tits, but I'm telling you the women on these yachts were so well endowed by famous plastic surgeons that it was like a smorgasbord of boobies for my boys to ogle. 

One lazy day we were invited to the monster yacht next door. The helicopter had taken off earlier in the day and returned with a load of people that we couldn't identify. Oddly, the invitation specified that no cameras or cell phones were allowed on board and that a confidentiality statement would have to be signed upon arrival. Whoa, what's going on here?

I was tingling with excitement because I guessed that some hot shot celebrities may have arrived and didn't want the paparazzi to know. Since this was a pool party I figured it was time to pull out my old reliable Brazilian micro bikini that had stunned my Murphy's crew so well. I also spent a little more time than usual touching up my face. I'm very careful about sunburn with my fair skin so I lathered on sunscreen #90,000. Even with my carefulness my body had a nice golden glow that looked pretty good as a background for the fire engine red bikini. I had been sunning myself naked on our trip down so the tanned glow was seamless. 

One of the duckling boats came over to pick us up early in the afternoon. The crewman took my hand like I was the Princess of York when I boarded the boat. I held up the hem of my caftan so I wouldn't trip and fall into the bay, ruining the silly illusion of mine that I had as much class as the next girl. 

We passed through the inspection gauntlet without incident and signed our blood oath to never disclose what happened on this ship. Do you think I'm going to hold out on you, my loyal readers? No waaaaay. I'm just not going to tell you the exact names of the celebrities. If I did then this story would have to have disclaimers galore in the preface. And, as the saying goes, if I told you then I'd have to kill you. Ha ha.

We were escorted to the pool deck and beheld an assortment of beautiful people. Everyone was drinking different concoctions from pretty glasses. Waiters mingled amongst the partiers dispensing exotic hors d'oeuvres that would make Martha Stewart cream her jeans. I hung close to Bryan and Meat hoping to not commit some social sin that would lead to my walking the gangplank to my death. 

I was looking around trying to figure out what all the secrecy was about. There were some people who looked familiar but no one that would lead to this level of intrigue. Just then an entourage of people came up from below decks. Oh my god, could it be? She was so famous even the aborigines of the Australian outback know this chick. And, AND, she just happened to be one of my favorite stars of all time. I'm not a lesbian but she could make me switch sides in a heartbeat (not that she is either; I'm just saying). 

Bryan reached over and used his finger to close my mouth that looked like a guppy gasping for air. He smiled and whispered, "Pees and poops just like us."

"Shut UP! She does NOT!" I shot back as I continued to stare blatantly at my idol. 

Okay, I know you are dying to know who this woman is. All I can do is refer to her as "Jay" and if she was one my FRIENDS then I'd die a happy little girl. Those are my hints. Otherwise, it's the gangplank for me.

Let me tell you I was on cloud 9, 10, 11 and 12 the rest of the day. By late afternoon the alcohol had done its duty and everyone was loud and boisterous. Now dear readers, I've never had the chance to party in this rarified air before but one thing I learned that late afternoon was that these folks are verrrrrry uninhibited. What I mean is that some serious disrobing was going on deck. Ostensibly it was to swim, I suppose, but no one bothered to put their suits back on after getting wet. 

I looked at Bryan and Meat with a question in my eye. Bryan, god love him, always had an answer.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do," he grinned at us as he skinned out of his loose trunks. 

Meat looked at me and smirked too as he pulled his own swimsuit down. You've already had the privilege of my vivid description of Meat's package. I don't quite think the others in our pool party were quite ready for the astounding sight of Meat's proportions. These days you can see some of the horsey hung boys on the porno Internet but rarely do we pedestrians see it in person. I had fun watching the reactions from various people; men with nearly hostile looks-women with wide, hungry eyes. 

Meat wasn't above doing a little posing of his own. He bounced on the diving board a few times like he was he was going to perform a triple summersault. Needless to say, his huge salami was wagging like an elephant's trunk. I almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of the sight. He finally dove in before the women swarmed him. I did notice a few of the well endowed models seemed to need a cooling dip all of a sudden. 

Okay, my turn. I whipped off my caftan and placed in on a deck chair. Since Meat had commanded so much attention, my little strip tease was not even noticed. I extracted the dental floss from the crack of my ass and laid the minute pieces of fabric on top of my caftan. As I turned around quickly I nearly knocked over a woman passing by. Guess who I almost pushed into the pool? You guessed it-Jay. 

Oh shit. I was just mortified with embarrassment. I was apologizing and practically bowing like a Chinese servant. Jay just laughed and put her finger on my lips to stop my blathering and said with a smile, "Not to worry, I'm fine." 

I will never forget this moment the rest of my life because my idol stuck out her hand and said, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Jay." 

Like I didn't know who she was! Oh my god, I was so flustered I did what I always do when I'm nervous; silly words came out of my mouth. 

I swear this is true; I actually held out my arms and stated loudly, "I'm Alexis, Queen of the Caribbean!"

Remember I'm naked as the day I was born, I look like I'm thirteen years old with my tiny tits and hairless pussy and here I am declaring to a world famous celebrity that I'm a Queen. Of the Caribbean no less! What a dork I am.

Jay looked at me kinda funny and then her eyes scrunched up in that patented, smiling squint and she started laughing. I mean REALLY laughing. It was so infectious that I started giggling too. Pretty soon we were both laughing so hard the rest of the party was looking at us like we were lunatics who just escaped from the asylum. Tears were streaming down our faces; as soon as we quieted a little, Jay threw open her arms and repeated my inane phrase, "Queen of the Caribbean!"

We broke up again and again until we were holding our sides in pain. 

"My god, I haven't laughed like that in years, Alexis," Jay said to me as we recovered from our laughing fit, "I can't tell you how humorless and phony most of the people are in my world."

"Let's sit down and get to know each other", Jay stated as she guided me over to a double cabana that faced out to the blue water of the Caribbean, sparkling like diamonds in the fading light. Holy crap, my idol wants to get to know me? Am I dreaming?

This cabana afforded some privacy from the party because it had a sun cover and canvas sides. Jay paused in front of the cabana and removed her cover-up. She crawled in next to me still wearing a darling green bikini. 

She turned to me and said, "I have to be so careful about my image. This is the only place where I can let loose and party without too much fear. I really can't even get naked out there by the pool because I never know if there is a secret camera. Alexis, do you mind if I strip down in here where we are hidden?"

"Of course not", I responded casually, as if International celebrities asked me this question all the time. 

Jay untied her fairly modest bikini top and set free her breasts. Maybe I'm prejudiced because she's my idol (and I'm biased because of my own non-existent boobies), but she had the nicest, most natural set of titties that were ever grown on the chest of a woman. Ok, I know I'm exaggerating, but they were so opposite of the big, fake balloons that you see on starlets in Hollywood. She had cute little pink nipples surrounded by rosy colored areolas. 

She then leaned back, lifted up her butt and slipped her bikini bottom off. While Jay's pelvis was thrust up in the air I noticed that she had nicely trimmed pubic hair-not really a landing strip, but a little heart-shaped. Her fine pubic hair was kinda honey-blond which matched her long, straight hair. Jay's body was very trim, but not anorexic like those famous, goofy twins who look like starving raccoons. 

When Jay finished stripping down, she turned to me, grabbed my hand like we were teenagers at the mall and said, "Ok, tell me a little about you". 

She wore this sincere smile that lit up her face; I felt like I was in some sort of fugue state like those Indian dudes who can walk across hot coals. 

Oh, lets see, where do I start? My terribly exciting life could be summarized in about ten seconds flat compared to hers. So, like I've done all my life, I didn't think before I talked; I just started skipping merrily through my life story, backtracking with little asides (I know you are used to it), talking about my wonderful family, the boys at Murphy's, and on and on until I realized that Jay was smiling at me with frank admiration. 

"What? You did ask", I said when I paused for a breath. 

"I know, honey. I love hearing you talk about normal stuff. You can't know how refreshing it is to talk to someone without wondering what their ulterior motive may be", Jay replied with a little wistfulness in her voice (did you notice that she called me 'honey'? That's a term of endearment, you know.).

I knew from People magazine and Entertainment Tonight (and the god-awful tabloids that I will only read in line at the supermarket because I may need to know when the aliens were coming) that Jay was not lucky in love. She had dated and even been engaged to some high-profile men that always ended in ugly, public break-ups. I had agonized from afar each time it happened, wishing she would finally find a man worthy of her.

Jay must have unconsciously felt my sympathy because we were soon sharing intimate details of each other's love life like sorority sisters drinking wine in their room. During this whole interlude a waiter kept discreetly handing us drinks around the corner of the cabana. He must have known not to peek into our little cocoon because of Jay.

Because of the drinks and the heady feeling of hanging out with a superstar, I was pretty relaxed by now. Jay looked sooo vulnerable as she told me about the latest pig that left her high and dry. I did not plan this; it was completely spontaneous. I leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. I did. Oh my god; what did I just do?

It was not a sexy kiss like I've been giving Bryan all week. It was just a friendship kiss. Ok, it may have lasted longer than a kiss you'd give your dad, but it was pretty innocent. However, Jay seemed a little startled by the intimacy. She looked at me with inquiring eyes, apparently not knowing what to think about this skinny little stranger kissing her. 

After a pause, Jay seemed to make a decision about this turn of events because she then reached out with her hand, cupped the back of my neck and pulled me forward for another kiss. This one was definitely NOT a friendship kiss. This one was hungry and wet and sexy and hot and biting and nipping and INTENSE.

We were making out like teenagers in the balcony of a movie theater. Our tongues were exploring each other's perfect teeth and lips; I kissed her beautiful eyelids and gave her butterfly kisses on her cheeks with my eyelashes. And then, as natural as can be, I cupped her breast and felt her perfect pink nipple grow hard in my tiny palm.

A moan, really more like a groan, escaped from Jay's lips. She threw one of her legs over mine which turned her body on its side. Her pelvis was touching my hip and her pussy hair tickled my skin. I told you previously that I'm not a lezzie. I'd never experimented with another girl even though I suppose some people assumed I was gay because of my tomboyish ways. I'd never heard of Jay being oriented that way either and her life was always under a magnifying glass. 

Jay looked at me when we both paused in our frantic make-out session. She whispered, "I've never done this with a woman-have you?"

I croaked back, "Me neither, but I'm starting to like it!"

That seemed to break the ice because she giggled and kissed me again. She held my face with both hands and asked, "Would you like to join me in my room?"

By now, you know I'm not a prude when it comes to sex. I can get pretttttty creative when inspired. I had been getting drilled every which way with Bryan all week and our sexual shenanigans seemed to stoke my fires even higher. I was ready to explore new territory but I also was a tiny bit worried about Bryan's reaction. 

"I do, but I need to make sure my friend is cool", I replied. I had told Jay about Bryan (and Meat) so she knew I had a kinda/sorta/semi relationship with him. 

Jay looked at me and said, "Honey, I want this, but if it damages your relationship in any way we should call it off now". 

Hmm, let me see. Bryan participated in a three way dance that ended with him and his best friend squirting sperm all over my body. Right now he was out swimming around nude with a bunch of gorgeous, naked women. He's very open-minded about sex and has made no demands on me as a partner. I think I should go for it, don't you?

"I'll let him know that you need me as a fashion consultant for tonight's dinner", I told her impishly, "he will understand". 

"Wait until I put on my cover-up. Then we'll both go tell him, Ok?" Jay suggested. 

We both pulled on our cover-ups over our naked bodies and got out of the cabana. I saw Bryan holding court with Meat, both sitting on the edge of the pool. There were at least four women in the shallow pool elbowing each other to get closer to my boys. Their tits were floating like buoys in the marina and I could tell (the boys' dicks were both in that cute semi-arousal state) that they were talking dirty to these bimbos. 

Jay and I strolled over to the pool and I casually tapped Bryan on the shoulder and told him that my fashion expertise was needed by Jay, like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

He grinned at me and quipped, "Pee and poop, darlin'". I kicked his bare butt and made a face at him. 

"Let's go Jay", as I turned away and linked my arm in hers.

We made our way below deck to a hallway as wide as one in a Vegas luxury hotel. Jay stopped me in front of a door at the end of the hall. She punched in a code on an electronic panel and the lock clicked open. Jay and I walked into her stateroom and I stopped dead. I thought Bryan's stateroom was elegant and huge; the whole floor of my apartment building could fit in this room! It was just sumptuous. 

Jay told me her agent was hooked up with the Hollywood mogul who owned the yacht and got her on board this floating party. She went on to say that she didn't know many of the people on board very well and had been feeling a little uneasy about being here. Until now...with me...in this room...alone. GULP.

"Alexis, let's make a deal. If either one of us begins to feel uncomfortable with this, um, arrangement let's not pretend. I told you that I've never been with a woman sexually, and that's true, but I also will admit that I've been attracted to other women for a long time. Will that be okay with you?" she asked me as she faced my holding both my hands in hers. 

I really didn't know what to expect either but I can't say that I've had homosexual feelings about other women. However, remembering how exciting it was to hold Jay's precious breast in my hand earlier made me sure about plunging ahead. 

I answered her question by placing her hands on my shoulders, pulling her close with my arms and kissing her gently on the lips. She responded immediately by hugging me tighter and pressing her hips into mine. Oh my god, it was like a smoldering volcano down there between our bodies. My nipples popped up as hard as the shooter marbles I used to play with as a kid. I rubbed them against her sweet, soft breasts and heard her sigh with pleasure. 




Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em Ch. 03



Author's note: Yes, this is Chapter 3 of the Texas Hold 'em story. For new readers this crazy sexcapade began when our heroine Alexis, a skinny, tomboyish girl of 21, found herself coerced into a strip poker game with her male friends. It was held on a yacht owned by one of the boys from Murphy's bar, their mutual hangout. Wouldn't ya know she lost the game and had to bare all, which meant exposing a bod that quit growing when Alex was 13? Although flat as the proverbial board, Alexis was blessed with an outstanding ass, nipples like hard Christmas candies and a Brazilian waxed pussy that accentuated her already youthful look.

The aforementioned poker game eventually lead to Alexis cruising to St. Lucia with Bryan, the filthy rich owner of the yacht and the lucky winner of Alexis' body for the night (because she plays poker like Paris Hilton does calculus in her head). Their mutual friend, Meat, (a fellow Murphyite) went on the trip as well. If you are too lazy to go back and read the other chapters I will clue you in on a secret; Meat didn't get this nickname from his mommy. It is his moniker from his locker room buddies. Use your imagination. I've seen IT up close and personal. 'Oh la la', as the Frenchies would say.

Ok, so Alexis, Bryan and Meat partied like rock stars amongst the rich and famous, yacht hopping every day. UNTIL SOMETHING REALLY, REALLY COOL HAPPENED! Alexis' TV and movie idol attended the same yacht party as them. This idol is called 'Jay' to protect her identity from FRIENDS who may know her. Alexis could barely pick her chin off the teak floor of the yacht but ultimately managed to end up between the black, silk sheets in her idol's stateroom bed AND between the shapely legs of her icon. 

In the final paragraphs of Chapter 2, Alexis brought Jay to a climax that may have made her realize all those famous pretty boys she dated in Hollywood had the wrong equipment after all. 

Oh, and by the way, I put this chapter in fetish for a good reason. If you don't go for the kink, I'm trying to warn you before you jump off the high board into this murky pool of erotica. With that lurid picture painted with big, broad strokes, here's what happened next...

CHAPTER THREE: WHO'S ROCKING THE BOAT?

"Oh honey, come to me", Jay breathed as she held out her arms for me to join her in an embrace. 

My face was wet and shiny from the love potion I had just been wallowing in. Jay held my face in her hands and licked the juices from my lips. She was making moaning sounds as the rapture of her multiple orgasms slowly abated. Our bodies were joined together like Siamese twins in a circus sideshow. Her sweet tongue probed between my lips and darted into my mouth. 

Jay's fingers found one of my hardened nipples and pulled and twisted it gently. She slipped her knee between my legs and pressed upward until her thigh was touching my bare pussy lips. I squirmed in anticipation of what her actions portended. If I could peek over her shoulder at you right now, dear readers, I would silently mouth the words, "Oh my god, I believe my idol is about to pleasure me". 

Jay had revealed to me earlier that she had never been with a woman sexually but had at times felt strong feelings that way. She also said that because of her fame, she had to be extremely careful as to not create lurid headlines for the trashy media. For an inexperienced lezzie lover, she was doing just fine, thank you very much.

My nipples were aching to be sucked and sure enough, Jay slid down to my meager chest to accommodate my little darlins'. She vacuumed one nipple into her eager mouth and kinda moaned as she did. I told you in earlier chapters that God must have felt guilty about giving me such small breasts so she stuck some really long and sensitive nipples on me; kinda like that Mr. Potato Head game except with titties and genitalia? 

Anyhoo, Jay was finding that playing with my nipples was like sucking teeny dicks. She was going back and forth between the two little soldiers, both patiently standing at attention until she came back to them. In the mean time, I was blissfully combing Jay's long, blond hair with my fingers and squirming against her thigh with my hungry pussy. 

FINALLY, Jay must have gotten the hint about sliding further south to take care of my nether regions (Ok, I'm not gonna lie, I was sorta pushing her down that way-hey, I have needs too!). I've got to admit I was thinking like a paparazzi (paparazzum?) at the moment I looked down and saw one of the most photographed faces in the world peeking over my bare little pubic mound at me with those gorgeous, green eyes (I wonder if this picture would make it into People Magazine?). We maintained eye contact as she tentatively probed between my sleek lips with her tongue. 

I could tell she wasn't quite sure what to do but familiarity with her own equipment led her to the right decisions. Jay was soon licking up and down my wet, pink slit like a kitten lapping up the cream from a bowl. She was also rubbing my bare pubic mound, probably wondering how I got so smooth (note to self-send flowers to my Brazilian girlfriends back home at the spa). 

Jay was also probing my velvety vagina with a couple fingers while she licked and nipped at my engorged clitoris. She was pressing up with her fingers inside me and down with her hand on my tummy. Students, do you remember anatomy class? There's an organ called a bladder in that mess inside us that fills up when you've been drinking all day. I also have this embarrassing bodily reaction when I'm close to an orgasm that I want to pee. Are you getting the picture?

Ok, turn your head if you can't bear to watch a train wreck. I was rocketing down the railroad tracks toward an orgasm to end all orgasms. My writhing body couldn't have been pinned down by a squad of collegiate wrestlers. Poor Jay was hanging on for dear life, while probing and pushing with fingers and tongue. I tend to get a little vocal (I hope this room is soundproof!) in the midst of ecstasy so I was screaming like a drill sergeant at new recruits. 

Wellllll, between my full bladder, an eminent orgasm and the pressure Jay was putting on my skinny little torso I let loose. Not just a tiny little squirt; it was an authentic geyser. A fireman's hose couldn't have put out more water. I screamed as waves of pleasure coursed up and down my body. I've never had such a monumental climax in my short sex life. 

As I came down from the incredible high I was experiencing, reality crept back into my mind, clearing the fog away and informing me what I had just done to my idol. Uh oh. 

I slowly raised my head to see better, expecting disgust and anger on Jay's face. If this doesn't get me expelled from lesbian school, I don't know what will. Instead, I saw delight on Jay's face as she writhed between my legs, soaked with my girl cum and hot pee. The black, silk sheets were drenched and slippery and Jay was rubbing her breasts and hard nipples against the wet fabric. She had one hand between her legs and was plumbing the depths of her sweet pussy. 

Jay shuddered as she attained another big 'O'. She laid her head on my thigh, her hair damp and stringy because of the unexpected shower she just took between my legs. I swear I'll never forget this moment the rest of my life. Jay looked up at me with her famous face dripping and glistening from my explosion and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Whoa. Did Alexis just avoid a major catastrophe? Am I in a parallel universe where everything is backwards? Is Alexis, Queen of the Caribbean, just about the luckiest little girl in the world? Um, did I just pee on a famous movie star? 

I reached down and pulled Jay up across my body, our mutual fluids recreating the water slide my daddy used to set up in our yard on hot days. She slid up face to face with me and I began to kiss and lick her face and neck, our bodies slipping around like nude mud wrestlers in a strip joint. 

Finally, we both paused and looked each other in the eye...and started giggling. And then, really hard laughter. We were both crying happily from the absurdity of what we had just done. 

Jay gasped for breath and blurted, "I've got to pee now!"

I looked at her with wonder and said, "Stand up and go for it, sweetie!"

Jay looked at me with a devilish grin and said, "Why not? The maids are going to freak out anyway!"

She stood up shakily and straddled my chest. Now you boys out there in Literotica Land have the right equipment to write your name in the snow or sand if so moved (I'll bet you have tried it!). We girls don't have quite the aim, if you know what I mean.

This funny look came across Jay's face as she concentrated on what she was about to do. A little like the connection between pleasure and pain. She was rubbing her clit which was still wet from her recent orgasms. All of a sudden she groaned and she began gushing her pee on my chest. I wasn't expecting any sexual reaction on my part but it was terribly erotic to watch this perfect woman standing above me kneading her clit while she peed on me. I started to get into the game by rubbing the hot liquid over my taut nipples. Then I did something that surprised even me (I'm kinda loose on the sex rules as you may have noticed by now). 

I slid down the bed further to allow Jay to pee directly on my face. Her urine felt white hot as it splashed across my face and entered my mouth. I didn't drink it but allowed it to flow out and spill over the sides of my mouth. I was fingering myself while I got my first golden shower and I was very close to cumming yet again. 

Jay too was squirming like she was close. I reached up with my other hand and inserted three fingers into her wet pussy, letting the final spurts of her pee run down my arm. Jay screamed and I felt her pussy contract around my probing fingers. I was bucking against my own fingers as we both reached a perfectly timed climax.

Needless to say, we were both completely spent after this little rodeo. Jay collapsed back onto the soaked bed and hugged me close. She looked me in the eye and said, "Honey, that was the most intense experience I've ever had. My mind is totally blown."

"Jay, I'm in the same boat (same yacht anyway) as you. I've been with a few men who made me crazy but that was incredible," I responded. 

"Let's think about this while we have a regular shower, shall we," Jay said with a grin. 

So that's the sordid little story of what happened with my famous best friend. Of course there's more to come (naturally!); do you think I'd leave it to YOUR untrained imagination to work out the future of our skinny little girlfriend, Alexis? Stay tuned, sports fans.



Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em



I went back up to the party and strolled casually around my five boys. I knew the sun behind me was creating a silhouette of my slim torso through the caftan. For the second time in one day I stopped all conversation amongst my friends. God, I am getting a big head!

"Guys, would one of you spread a towel on the sun deck? I'm a little sleepy from the food and drinks and would like to snooze in the sun for a while," I asked coyly. I swear I did NOT bat my eyes either. Once again there was a commotion of motion for the men to vie for the honor of waiting on her highness. Meat won this round by whipping out a white towel out of the storage bin he was closest to. He hustled over to the padded sun deck and dramatically whipped the huge towel open like a matador in the bull ring. 

"Thank you Meat! Now I need one more favor; would you rub some sunblock oil on my backside?" I was facing away from my friends so I knew my best side was about to be introduced to my gang of five. I flipped back the hood, unzipped the caftan and let it drop to the teak floor like a new statue being unveiled in the city park. 

I'm not sure who did it since I was looking out across the ocean but someone tipped over their beer and said 'Holy Shit!' It sounded like Condor. I'm not a vain person but damn it, I know what it means when a guy fumbles his precious beer like that. The red strings of my thong hugged my hips and disappeared down the crack of my ass. The tiny strings of my top were barely visible since they simply supported the front patches covering my baby titties. 

I handed Meat the bottle of oil, laid down on the towel and said, "Get busy."

If you recall, I told you Meat is this hunky specimen who does international business deals on a daily basis and has his choice of air-headed women at Murphy's. He speaks several languages fluently but at this moment in time his response sounded like pig-Latin. 

"What did you say, Meat?" I asked innocently.

"Why, I mean, where do you want it?" he stuttered. 

"All over, silly," I replied in a breathy voice that I thought sounded sexy. I laid my head down on my arms, facing away from Meat and wondered how long it would take him to start. One other little devious trick I had was to take off my huge sunglasses and hold them away from my face a little bit so the lens acted like a mirror. 

I could see Meat gesturing to the other four guys like a monkey in a zoo. It was easy to tell that he was asking for advice about how to go about rubbing oil on someone who, up until today, had been one of the 'boys'. My ass was humped up in the air like they do when a girl lays down flat on her tummy. I nearly laughed out loud when I saw the reflection of Art the Fart do a pantomime of a man masturbating. 

Finally I felt the tentative touch of Meat's fingertips on my shoulders. He must have thought I was radioactive based on how light his rubbing was. I squirmed a little to encourage him to keep going. He added his other hand to the job and he started to get into a rhythm on my shoulders. His circular rubbing worked down to the small of my back and I felt him pausing at the swell of my ass cheeks. 

Instead of continuing, Meat shifted positions and moved down to my feet. He oiled up his hands again and started working up my calves and thighs. Soon, however, he faced the same conundrum that he had on the top side-what do I do about this girl's ass? He paused so long that I sleepily called out to him, "Meat, my butt will burn if you don't oil it."

Again, I was eyeballing the other men in my glasses. They were all making shooing motions with their hands that meant 'get on with it you fucking idiot!'

Meat must have dumped half the bottle of oil in his hands because when he finally laid one hand on my butt cheek I could feel the oil run toward my crack. He must have noticed because he hurriedly tried to stop the drip from reaching my thong that was buried deep in my crack. In doing so his thumb slipped between my two ass cheeks like an otter diving into a pond. 

I heard a kind of strangled cry come from poor Meat as he fumbled around trying to do damage control. My butt was getting massaged like a Kobe beef cow in Japan. What I noticed the most was that his thumbs were pulling my cheeks apart occasionally and lingering in that position a little longer than necessary. Yes! Thank you my Brazilian hand maidens!

I turned my head back to face toward the group and said, "Thank you so much, Meat. I'm sure that I'm well protected from the sun now. You can go back to your beer."

Meat was fidgeting around, still facing away from his buddies. He was surreptitiously trying to adjust his namesake body part which had apparently gotten aroused during the oiling ceremony. I glanced down at his crotch and saw what looked to be the center pole of a circus tent inside his cargo shorts. It was soooo funny. And soooo provocative.

He finally wrestled his anaconda down and shuffled back to his deck chair and gratefully downed the rest of his bottle of Corona. The other boys were pretending to not notice Meat's discomfort or my shining ass. When Bryan finally looked over at me I gave him my brightest smile and said coyly, "You forgot to tell us why we are on this special cruise. What's the obscure holiday you mentioned?"

Even though Bryan was visibly flustered by the erotic body massage he just witnessed, he managed to recover with the reply, "Um, yes, the surprise is will be revealed tonight after dinner. Just be patient."

"Okie Dokie, Bryan. Hey, wake me if I fall asleep too long on my tummy. I want some sun on my front side too," I replied.

I really didn't expect to fall asleep but damned if I didn't. It must have been the combination of warm sun, salty air and alcohol but all of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. Condor said quietly, "Alex, you asked to be awakened. Is that ok?"

Condor kinda jumped back when I turned over quickly. He or the other boys hadn't seen the front of my micro bikini. His eyes were glued to the itty, bitty red patch barely covering my nether region. I stretched like a cat in a sunny window, arching my back. That move was a little wasted because of my lack of boobs, but I knew it would make my pelvis thrust upward and draw attention away from my flat chest.

"Honey, would you be a dear and oil my front? I'm feeling really lazy," I slyly asked Condor. 

Now remember Condor is a tough, macho cop. He deals with a lot of shit in his job that makes him a little hard core on the exterior. With my request, however, you would have thought he was a gay interior decorator. He beamed from ear to ear at the other men who were shooting eye daggers at him for being in the right place at the right time. 

The bottle of oil was snatched up quickly and like Meat, Condor started rubbing the slippery liquid on my safest outer limbs. His arms are so damn long that he could sit by my waist and still reach both ends of me easily. I was really enjoying this princess treatment. Maybe I'll hijack this yacht and enslave these boys to my harem.

Another side benefit I didn't expect was the sensuous nature of the oil massage. Condor was taking a lot longer than necessary working his way from toes and fingers inward. His hands were very hard from lifting weights but they felt soooo good I started to get aroused. 

God has a way of compensating for flaws in her master blueprints of human beings. Witness the blind person with supercharged hearing and smell. In my case, because she chose not to grace me with much breast tissue I was given extraordinary nipples. When I get cold or sexually aroused my nipples get very large and hard. Condor was doing such a good job stoking my fire that I could feel my nips getting bigger by the moment. I was wearing my very dark sunglasses so I could surreptitiously watch Condor's eyes widen as he observed my nearly flat chest all of a sudden get much more interesting. My nips were like two hard lemon drops under my bikini top. 

Condor to his credit did not falter too much as he oiled the rest of my chest and stomach. I bit my tongue to keep from giggling when I heard the deck chairs shifting around. Condor was blocking the other boys' view of the final frontier of the oil application! 

The fabric of my red bikini was silky and clingy. My Brazilian wax left me bare as a newborn baby. Put those two facts together and there is very little left to the imagination for a trained observer like Condor. I knew without looking that my pussy lips were clearly outlined by the little patch of modesty the bikini bottom represented. His oily fingers were sneaking dangerously close to home base. I could feel one hand pressing on my pelvic bone that normally would have some vegetation growing on it. Condor's other hand was working upward from my smooth thighs. 

I gave a tiny little groan of pleasure and spread my legs apart slightly to give Condor a better view and access if he chose to. His large hand slipped between my thighs and I'm not going to lie, I felt the very early stages of the big O. For me that means my insides get all tingly and I actually feel like peeing! Careful girl! Save some for the finale!

I cleared my throat and said, "Thank you Condor, that was so nice of you. I don't think there's a chance of me getting burned now." I gave him one my patented smiles and touched his arm in gratitude. Sure enough, there had been a flag raising ceremony in his loose shorts too. In his case I suspect he was going commando today because there was a little wet spot on his dark cargos. Hee hee. God, I'm so naughty. 

Since I already had my siesta I decided to join the conversation by turning on my side toward the group of men who were in a semi-circle facing me. I propped up my head with my arm and smiled warmly at my boys. The sun was getting lower on the horizon but was it still intense as it was directly in my face. 

Girls with rounded, womanly hips may have struck a better pose than mine at the moment but I did have the advantage of a very lean body so my pelvic bones were prominent and kinda sexy, if you lean toward the runway model look. This posture also made my bikini bottom nearly disappear between my thighs. I could see some adam's apples bobbing as my buds tried to reconcile the fact that just a few days ago I was just another one of the guys arguing who was better; Kobe or LeBron. 

"So, what's for dinner tonight," I asked. "I'm getting hungry." All the guys knew I was a chow hound. I never share my food like a lot of girls do, thinking it made them look feminine. I've been known to distract other male eaters by pointing out the window and exclaiming, "Oh my God, look at the hooters on that skank!" That's when I would snatch some of their fries or onion rings.

"Geez, keep your pants on Neska," Art the Fart replied and then continued, "Oh, wait, you don't have any pants on." Art then hee-hawed like a mule, slapping his thighs at his own wit. Art the Fart seemed to be the least affected by my stunning beauty-I will make him pay-everyone must worship Alexis today. 

Bryan answered my question after Art's braying subsided. "We will dine at sunset here on the deck in one hour. Anyone who wants to shower and freshen up should get a move on. After dinner we go below, play poker and celebrate the holiday."

"And what did you say the holiday was, Bryan?" I asked again.

"Nice try, Nebraska," Bryan retorted, "You will find out with everyone else." 

You know my suspicions that all the others were in on this. I could see the little eye shifts from Meat to Condor to Rocky. I was already getting ready for poker by reading their facial tics. Ha! Phase 2 (or 3, I forget where I am now) is about to begin.

"Sure, Bryan, I'm just excited about it. You know how I love holidays," I answered. With that I got up, turned my back to the boys, bent over at the waist and picked up my caftan. Meat was my butt oiler earlier so he had a pretty good idea of how tiny my thong was. Dental floss may be thicker. I knew my butt cheeks would spread a little when I bent over but I did it with the confidence of native girl from Ipanema. My tiny, bleached anus would be clearly visible and winking like a hooker at a Navy Yard. Thank you, thank you, thank you my asshole bleaching sister; I'm writing a letter of commendation to your boss. 

I stood up and draped the caftan over my arm. "Ok, boys, Alex is going to do her thing," I stated as I sauntered around them toward the stairs. I tweaked Rocky's kinda gnarly ear (a wrestler's badge of courage) on the way by. "See ya soon". 

I won't bore you with all the details of my preparations but I will tell you that I dabbed a dot of Chance by Chanel (a gift from one of my thousands of admirers) under each ear, each nipple and on my upper thighs. The Frenchies call this liquid gold 'parfum'. I call it 'bait'. 

Now it was time to reach into my tote bag of tricks and put on layer after layer of clothes that I brought along. All of the under-layers were very thin so I wouldn't look bulky. I had on three panties; starting with a tiny, sheer white thong covered by a black, French cut panty to the outer layer of My Little Pony cotton panties. On top, I wore a sheer, white camisole that matched my thong. I slipped on white, lace topped, thigh high Donna Karan nylons that felt like feathers encasing my smooth legs. The top layer was a cute baby-doll number I picked up cheap at Needless Mark-ups (I mean Neiman-Marcus). I put on some fuck-me pumps that I NEVER wear because they hurt like hell. 

Are you sensing my strategy? Have you picked up the bread crumbs I dropped along the path of this story? Are you annoyed that there hasn't been any steaming, torrid sex yet? Ok, to review: National Nude Day; a poker night; Alex sucks at poker. Me thinks there may be a strip poker game upcoming with the gang of five conspirators who think they can take advantage of my large print face. We'll see....

I made my grand entrance in about seventy minutes (never be early, girls). The boys had set up a great looking, white linen table with mounds of catered food served family style. There were oysters on the half-shell in a bed of ice, cold jumbo shrimp as big as bananas, a veggie plate and gigantic strawberries next to a dish of whipped cream. 

"Let's eat!" Bryan said as he rang the boat's brass bell. Rocky wrestled off the cork of a bottle of champagne which went flying up to the captain's bridge (for the wine snobs, it was a fine little 1998 Dom that would cost me a week's wages for sure). Rock filled everyone's glasses with bubbly and we all raised our glasses to each other and the spectacular sunset. Bob Marley was doing his thing on the sound system. Is this heaven? Perhaps. 

Bryan (who is really kind of a softie) raised his glass and said quietly, "To best friends".

Condor is a closet poet so he raised his glass after Bryan's toast and stated loudly, "To friends: as long as we are able-to lift our glasses from the table." 

The toasts went around the table until it got to me. I tilted my glass at everyone and stated my favorite, "Salud, dinero y amor," (Get out your Spanish dictionaries).

We all sat down and dug into the food like knights at a medieval feast. The food was sooo good and it was pretty decadent using our fingers to eat. The wine was giving me a major buzz and the conversation was lighthearted and filled with friendly banter.  

Please allow me one more little aside that was realllly funny (are you getting tired of my detours?). I was feeding Art the Fart a strawberry dipped in whipped cream. Some whipped cream stuck on the side of his mouth which reminded Condor of a joke.

Condor is funnier than a rubber crutch when he's buzzed so he commanded our attention and told the following joke:

"A penguin is taking a road trip when his car suddenly breaks down. Luckily for him, he finds himself just down the street from a mechanic. So, he pushes his car to the shop and asks the mechanic to take a look. The mechanic tells him that it will probably take a little while to find the problem and asks him to come back in an hour. 

The penguin goes over to the supermarket, buys some fish sticks and vanilla ice cream, and spends the rest of the hour hanging out in the frozen section. After the hour is up, he waddles over to the mechanic's shop.

Seeing him come in, the mechanic walks over, and wiping his hands on a rag, says, 'Looks like you've blown a seal.'

The penguin blushes, wipes his beak with his flipper and says, 'No, it's just vanilla ice cream.'"

No shit, I'm not kidding, we literally cried with laughter. Tears streamed down my face. Every time we calmed down, one of us would take a fingertip of whipped cream and wipe it on a neighbor's chin. That went on so long my stomach hurt. Tooo funny.

We all pitched in to clean up the table. When we were done Bryan rang his ship's bell again and announced in a pirate's voice, "Arrrrrr, mateys. All hands below decks before I keelhaul you!"

We all stumbled down the stairs; I needed a helping hand because those darn shoes. The yacht's salon was gorgeous. Nautical prints hung on the walls between the brass portholes. A glittering, mahogany trimmed bar displaying top shelf liquors dominated one end of the room. A round, glass-topped table sat in the middle of the room with six chairs. Poker chips and cards sat in the middle of the table.

"My friends," Bryan began, "we never seem to need a reason to play poker, but today is a special day. Today just happens to be National Nude Day. In honor of such a momentous occasion, I propose that tonight we play Strip No Limit Texas Hole 'Em poker."

Have you ever seen one of those tacky cat clocks where the eyeballs and tail flick back and forth with every second? That's what my boys looked like after Bryan's announcement. Flick at me, flick back to each other. It confirmed that they were all in on this gambit to get me naked, knowing my poor bluffing abilities. 

I broke the silence after a minute, clapped my hands and exclaimed, "What a great idea Bryan! I'm looking forward to seeing your pathetic little weenies wagging in the salty air with all your chips in stacked in front of me."

Guffaws and chortling (and did I detect a little nervousness?) followed that statement as everyone grabbed a chair. Bryan seemed a little taken-aback by my easy acquiescence but he forged ahead by announcing the modified rules. The way he tied in the strip part of the game was to allow the winner of each hand to point out one other player to take off one article of clothing. Additionally, the first person to fold in each round had to take a shot of tequila. 

The overall winner with all the chips would win the right to demand a special service of each loser (Bryan gave examples like a car wash or being a chauffer for a day). Everyone nodded their agreement and the chips were distributed evenly amongst us six players. 

I won't give you all the rules of Hole 'Em but one aspect of No Limit was that you could go 'All In'. That means you push all your remaining chips in the center of the table and force someone to call the same amount. If you lose you are out of the game. Thus, another modified rule Bryan created was that the loser of an All In gamble had to strip off their remaining clothes and sit naked, watching the others finish the game.

We started the game with Bryan, our host and leader, on the button. (I'm going to throw around all these poker terms like a pro-I know the rules-I just can't bluff worth a shit). The big blind was Rocky and the little blind was Art. I was after Art the Fart, Meat was on my left and Condor was last. 

The two hole cards were dealt and I took a quick peek. Hellooo bitches, I just got two very lovely queens. Since I was left of the little blind it was up to me to start. I chucked in chips to match the big blind and didn't meet anyone's eyes as I did it. Meat stayed in but Condor immediately folded and reached for the bottle of Patron and a shot glass that was sitting on the side table. Bryan stayed in for the flop as did Rocky and Art.




Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em



The Flop is three, face-up community cards, which are combined with your hole cards to make the best poker hand. The flop cards were a Jack of Hearts, a deuce of clubs and a five of hearts. Damn, nothing. Art had matched the big blind so Rocky made a modest bet. Art and I called but Meat folded. Bryan stayed in. 

The Turn is one card, face up. Uh oh, a Jack of Spades. Now everyone had a least two Jacks. What if one of these other monkeys had a hole Jack? God forbid, two. Grrr. Rocky again bet modestly, probably playing the rest of us along. Art wimped out but I tossed in my call bet. Bryan stayed in too. Down to three players; may the best girl win.

Bryan burned a card and slowly flipped over the River card. Thank you Jesus! It was a Queen which gave me a boat (that's a full house for you novices). I did everything I could to keep my face straight. I counted backwards by threes; I tried to remember all my grade school teacher's names; I even resorted to a Zen prayer I learned from one of my goofy professors in college. 

Rocky and Bryan were eyeballing me like cattle buyers at an auction. After a long pause, Rocky pushed in a big damn stack and looked at me with a smile. I smiled back sweetly and matched his stack and then pushed out another equally big stack. Please, please, please don't have two hole Jacks. It's the only thing that can beat me. 

Bryan immediately mucked his cards and sat back in disgust. He figured I wasn't bluffing. Rocky, however, had a pretty good investment in the hand. He might have pocket Kings or even Aces. He must have felt a little unsure because he called me rather than raising me again. 

Rocky flipped over his cards. Yep, pocket Aces. He grinned at me like a monkey masturbating in a zoo. Two pair. Good hand. BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH, as I tossed my cards face up. Rocky's face dissolved into a look of disbelief. The other boys hooted and hollered as they waited to see who I pointed out. There was no question; I pointed straight at cocky Rocky and said, "Off with something, dude."

His shirt came whipping over his head and he threw it disgustedly in the corner. Rocky had been so confident about the game that he was only wearing a shirt, shorts and no sandals. He glowered at the rest of us and growled, "My deal."

I should have known starting off so strong would come back to haunt me. The very next hand my hole cards were an unsuited 3 and 7. Ick. And I was the little blind so I was invested. I had zero confidence, Rocky's big stack in front of me and a lot of clothes on. I folded like a wet, paper bag and reached for my shot glass. 

Guess who won? Rocky. Guess who he pointed at after he won? Moi. Ok, boys, showtime. 

I stood up, reached under my baby doll dress and carefully pulled down my outer layer of panties. My competitors did not know about my diabolical plan yet so they watched in awe as they saw me give up my underwear so quickly. I inched my little girl cottons down very slowly and sat down to get them over my shoes. When I had them in hand I dropped them in the middle of the table. The boys came unglued when the saw the My Little Pony graphic. I thought poor Art the Fart was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.

I had terrible luck after the initial hand and I the guys were picking on me more than each other to take off clothes. I shed a shoe, then two. I lost a close hand to Bryan and he pointed to me to undress further. Bye, bye baby doll dress. 

So, here I was down to my sheer white camisole, black panties (covering my sheer, white thong) and white stockings. This cami was so sheer there was very, very little left to the imagination. Granted, I don't have much upstairs but remember my gorgeous nipples! I was getting a little loopy with some of the shots I'd taken and I was getting a little aroused watching the boys shed some of their clothes. Thus, my little honeys were standing up like soldiers on parade. And the boys were not paying as much attention to their cards!

The next hand, I got really lucky with my hole cards and Meat was eyeballing my chest rather than his hand. He was also down to his skivvies and very few chips. We got down to a showdown and he went All In. Since he had so few chips it was an easy call. Busted big boy!

Little did these guys know that I would have so many articles of clothes on, get pretty lucky at times and have such outstanding little titties. Meat took it like a man going to the gallows. He stood up and turned away from me as he dropped his boxers. The other men had seen Meat's meat changing in the locker room and such. I, however, had never had the honor. 

I couldn't help it but when he turned around I squeaked like a little mouse cornered by a huge cat. I don't know who was redder in the face, him or me. His dick was long and thick and pink and veiny and OMG, every other adjective you can think up. Remember, I told you Meat could be a Chippendale dancer on his looks? It would be standing room only if word got around about his package. 

"Are you happy now, Nebraska?" Meat asked me. 

"Um, yes, thank you for asking," I replied looking at his crotch and then dissolved into giggles. 

One more round and sure enough, I was picked to strip. I stood up again and reached for my black panties. The boys looked confused about my choice until they saw that I had yet another pair of panties under them. A chorus of boos and hisses rained down on me. Art the Fart, being the anal accountant, asked for an immediate forfeit. Bryan admitted that he didn't specify how many clothes a player could wear and ruled that the game should continue. 

Alexis, goddess of the seas, was now a vision in sheer white. My nipples were standing proud under the camisole. My legs were encased in beautiful lace-topped stockings. My bare pussy lips were now clearly visible under the sheer thong. There's one more thing about my body you need to know. It might be part of that compensation thing I speculated on earlier. 

When I get aroused and I mean really aroused, my little love button gets abnormally engorged. Normally a girl's clit is hidden behind the folds of her labia and/or pubic hair. I was really turned on by being on display like this. God, maybe I'm an exhibitionist at heart! Anyway, my clit was throbbing like rock concert speakers. I could feel it growing between my pressed together thighs, which only increased the stimulation. 

Conversation had stopped once again to allow for the boys to recover their senses. I glanced over at Meat and saw him cross his legs. This was so much fun it must be illegal. 

The game continued with me gaining ground because of my distractions. Condor busted out to Bryan. Condor shed the rest of his clothes without much inhibition because he was getting pretty intoxicated with the shots. He had a nice looking, average size dick that seemed a little semi-hard at the moment (could that be from me?).

I lost a few hands and the boys really turned the heat on me. Both stockings were gone, leaving only my cami and thong. I nailed Art the Fart in an All In move. He stripped down quickly and proved that height didn't translate to his man show. Of course, Meat made everyone look puny. It was still cute as a bug though. Hee hee. 

Bryan lost to Rocky and unsurprisingly Rocky picked me to strip. I stood up and did a little burlesque move, bumping and grinding as I pulled it over my head. I twirled it around my finger and the let it fly into Meat's lap. I swear his dick twitched when the warm, silky fabric landed on his namesake. 

All eyes were fastened on my hard, little chest nubs. I fanned myself with my hands and asked, "Is it just me or is it a little warm in here?"

"Let's finish the game," Bryan finally croaked out. 

I knew my distractions were working when Rocky made a rookie mistake playing his cards. He went All In with nothing and I smacked him down hard. Rocky is not only muscular but very hairy too. When he dropped his Calvins I fumbled the shot glass I was playing with. Even his cock was muscular. Thick, not too long, but very thick. It looked like one of those really fat salamis at the deli. (I know I'm getting a little graphic here, but I've had quite a few shots and besides, don't you want to know too?)

Bryan, the last man standing (actually sitting, but you get the point) had only his underwear left, just like me. Not surprisingly, he was wearing one of those expensive, European briefs that are high cut on the hips and basically hold the package in a thong kind of design. It was very distracting because he was sitting directly across the glass-topped table from me. His boys were cradled between his legs and I wanted to set them free if I could.

For my part, I knew that desperate times call for desperate measures. While the cards were being dealt, I hooked my feet behind the chair's legs and leaned forward as if I were really intense on the game. Naturally, my sweet little pussy was now front and center and with all the stimulation, my clit was swollen like nobody's business. By spreading my legs, the little trooper peaked out of its hiding place. The other thing that was happening to me was that in my excitement, I could feel myself get wet. My sheer thong clearly showed the stain. I could see Bryan glance down though the table repeatedly.

My two cards flew across the table and I caught them under my hands. Bryan and I were dead even in chip count so this could last a while if we both played conservatively. I leaned down close to my cards and peeked at them one at a time. Ace, Ace, Hail Mary, full of grace. I could visualize Bryan's thong dropping to the floor before mine did. 

It was my bet; I was pretty loopy with Patron shots and I was very horny because of the naked men all around me. I decided to test Bryan's resolve right away. I shoved every single chip I had in the middle and declared All In even before the flop. I was hugging myself with excitement and surreptitiously massaging my nipples. It felt so good I didn't care who was watching. 

Apparently Bryan was watching because he barely looked at his cards. He was staring a hole through the table at my wet panties and licking his lips nervously. It was not like him to be so uncertain. Maybe I had bewitched him! Yes, that's it; I'm Glenda, Good Witch of the East!

The other men were egging Bryan to call me and end the game one way or another. I know who they want to lose. Bryan probably didn't have much in his hand but he couldn't wimp out in front of his friends. He pushed his chips next to mine and said, "Call; let's see 'em."

It was high noon at the OK Corral; I picked up my bullets and slapped them down on the glass table with a loud smack. Bryan muttered, "Oh shit," and flipped over a deuce of clubs and ace of clubs. 

I'm not going to lie; my bare pussy was dripping with repressed sexual energy. I glanced down and saw a wet stain on the cushion of the chair-oops, what will the maid think?

I looked around the room at the other men and damned if all them didn't have some state of arousal going. I almost feel sorry for Meat's girlfriends; he is HUGE! 

The Flop hit the table and revealed a Jack of Hearts, an 8 of Diamonds and a 5 of Clubs. No apparent help for either of us. A card was burned and the Turn card was a 3 of Clubs. 

Uh oh. A little worm of dread crawled around in my tummy. Bryan has a potential club flush and I'm still sitting on my Aces. 

I am literally pinching my poor little nipples now. I looked over at Bryan's lap and he is absently stroking his penis. It appears that his bulge is going to outgrow the cute, black thong. Oh my, what have I gotten myself into?

The final card is burned and the River card is poised to be turned over. Everyone is holding their breath as the final card is tipped over. 4 freaking of Clubs. I held my head with both hands and let my held breath go. Straight flush and Alexis, Queen of the High Seas, was toast. 

I peeked at Bryan through my fingers and he was holding out his hand with his index finger extended. 

"Hang your thong on this hook Miss Alexis, por favor," he said softly. 

All righty then. I had tried every trick in the book and came up a little short. As in short of my panties very soon. I was still very turned on (and a bit intoxicated) so I got up from my chair a little wobbly. I hooked my thumbs under the floss and pulled the thong down far enough so that it fell to my ankles. I stepped out of one leg and then bent my other leg back so I could snag the thong with my fingers. 

Ooooh, it was wet and slippery. I reached across the table and hung the prized thong on Bryan's finger. "Congratulations, Bryan, you win. I'm your slave I guess. What do I have to do?" I asked with a little trepidation. 

The men were staring at me with shock and awe. My pale chest was flushed from the excitement of playing strip poker with five hunky men. I was totally naked; my nipples were bulging and my clit was throbbing and peaking through my pussy lips. As I scanned the room quickly, every one of them was either fully erect or nearly so. Meat was 10 inches of prime, grade A beef; Condor, Art the Fart and Rocky were each sporting nice woodies. 

Bryan, even though he still had his own thong on, was spotting his underwear with a dot of pre-cum. He locked eyes with me and slowly brought my thong close to his face and inhaled my scent through his nose. I've never had an orgasm without some physical stimulation but I was very close at that moment.

"Um, I realize I'm supposed to name your payment for losing now, but I'm a little distracted at the moment. Condor, Meat, Art and Rocky; would you mind if I gave you your jobs tomorrow? I want Alexis to join me in my room for her assignment," he said without taking his eyes off mine. 

He held out his hand, silently asking me to walk with him. Friends, you know by now that I have a smart mouth and that I can hold my own with the men. I couldn't have said a word at that moment if my life depended on it. I quietly took Bryan's hand and he led me to his captain's quarters. 

Everyone still with me? Ok, send the kids to bed. It's time to get really naughty. I'm officially Alexxxis for the next few paragraphs. All clear?

Bryan closed the door behind us. Bright moonlight was streaming through his oversized windows which lit up the room with a soft, diffused glow. A reflection of the moon was bouncing off the swells of the ocean. His huge stateroom was impeccably decorated in a modern, black and white theme. 

I felt Bryan turning me towards him. His face was shadowed but showed no emotion.

"Alex, you are probably thinking I am going to take unfair advantage of my poker win. This day has turned into something other than what I had planned. I was thinking we would have some laughs, drink ourselves silly and trash talk for weeks afterward. You have overwhelmed me today with a side of you I didn't know existed. I am feeling terribly attracted to you as a woman, which I did not expect. That being said, I want you to know that you can get dressed right now and there will be no questions asked," Bryan concluded. He heaved a sigh of relief after delivering his long speech.

I still couldn't talk because of this massive lump in my throat. All I could do was reach out my arms and beckon him to hug me. Which he did. And it felt very, very good. I nuzzled my face into his bare chest and found my lips next to one of his nipples. I snaked my tongue out and found his nipple to be very stiff and salty. My teeth nipped him lightly and I heard a groan deep in his chest. 

I worked my way across his chest and paid some attention to his other dark nipple. I was clutching Bryan hard because I was afraid I would fall to the floor otherwise. Slowly, I let myself slide down his muscled torso until my knees found the soft carpet. I pressed my lips against his thong covered penis. The material was made of black silk so it felt like part of his skin. I moaned a little with the erotic thrill of what we were doing.

I reached up and hooked the elastic of his thong with my thumbs. The thong slid off his hips but got caught on his erection. I had to grapple with the thong for a second but as I freed him, his penis jumped upward at full attention. Bryan was not huge like Meat, but his prick had a beautiful, circumcised head and a smooth, dark shaft.

Don't ask me why, but at that moment I was overcome with emotion. I know, I know, I'm a tomboy and I shouldn't be the weepy sort. Maybe the feminine part of me has been repressed so long it took these circumstances to liberate my female passion. Maybe it was the realization that someone as special as Bryan would want ME as a friend and lover hit me so hard. I clutched his warm penis to my cheek and held it there without moving. Tears flowed down my face and collected against his hard maleness on my cheek.  

"What's wrong honey?" Bryan whispered as he stroked my short locks, "Do you want to stop?" 

"Oh Bry, no. I've never had a happier day in my life. These are happy tears," I answered. With that, I licked my salty tears off his rigid cock and cupped his solid testicles in my small hand. I put my mouth barely over the engorged helmet of his penis and made a tight circle of my lips. I stroked the last two inches of his hardened prick in and out of my mouth, licking the tender underside at the same time. My manicured fingernail grazed the smooth area between his anus and balls. 

Within a few minutes Bryan made some muffled noises that I took to mean I was doing something right. He groaned out, "Alex, I can't hold it, I'm so sorry." With that warning the first ejaculation sprayed into my mouth. It was hot and salty and more delicious than the shrimp we feasted on earlier. He was jerking in my hands but I held on tight and sucked even harder on the end of his thrusting cock. At least four spasms of creamy sperm, each with a little less volume than the last, collected in my willing mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some of the white liquid leaked out the side of my mouth and slowly dripped down my chin.

I looked up at Bryan with his slowly wilting cock still in my mouth. I was bathing his penis with my tongue which caused him to have little orgasmic aftershocks. His eyes were a little glazed over but he managed to croak out, "Sweetie, that was unbelievable. Come up here."

Bryan reached down and lifted me effortlessly to my feet. When his face was next to mine he saw the white cum still on my chin. He stuck his tongue out and licked the sperm upward toward my mouth. I opened up and sucked his cream covered tongue into my mouth. We rolled our tongues around on his slippery seed while we looked into each other's eyes. 

Bryan broke off the erotic kiss, bent over and whisked me off my feet. I felt like a feather in his strong arms. He walked us over to the bed and gently placed me down on the soft, satin sheets. The moonlight was directly focused on my body lying prone on the bed. My nipples had lost none of their rigidity so there were tiny shadows behind each one. Bryan's lips grazed on one and then on the other. Was this a dream? Please don't wake me!

My heart was pounding so hard I'm sure Bryan could see it beating under my skinny ribcage. His fashionable, two day beard tickled my skin as he slowly moved down my sensitive tummy. I felt his fingers stoke my thigh and gently push my legs apart. I could feel the smooth wetness between my pussy lips. Bryan's tongue darted out and clipped the end of my clit. Oh my lord, I almost lost it right there.

I clenched the slick sheets with both my fists trying not to go off too soon. Bryan gently parted my bare pussy lips with his fingers and exposed my womanhood fully. He licked from the bottom of my slit all the way to the top, pausing to suck on my engorged clit. As he gently pulled on it with his lips, I lost control. An ecstatic wave of pleasure overwhelmed me. I felt like I was spiraling into another dimension of time. My insides turned into molten liquid. Bryan held on to each of my ass cheeks with his large hands and forced his face deep into the cleft of my spread legs. I writhed and screamed as a second and third orgasm rocked me. My pussy was squirting clear liquid on Bryan's face, making his face shiny with my girl cum. 




Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em



Slowly I came back down to Earth. Bryan was still holding me tight but my pussy was so sensitive I shuddered each time he touched me with his tongue. I grabbed his dark, curly hair with my fingers and forced him to come up on top of me. He braced himself on his elbows so he wouldn't crush me with his weight. His semi-hard cock nestled comfortably between my slippery thighs. We kissed and I tasted my own womanly fluid on his lips. Is there any way I can make this night last forever?

I smiled up at his handsome face and said, "I've never been happier to pay off a poker debt. Can I have a rematch?" We hugged each other hard and he rolled me on top of him for an encore.