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Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 01

By: orie



(I've written before about Owen and Anne Marie. This story involves mostly Owen. If you are interested you can find those other tales on my page. They are not necessary to enjoy—at least I hope you enjoy—this story, but they do give you some insight into each person.)

           Anne Marie is my lover, friend and partner. She is 11 years older than my 29 years, but we never consider our age difference. We are deeply in love and trust each other implicitly. What happened over a weekend illustrates just how strong we are as a couple.

I've had two serious relationships with women. The first was Betsey and that started in college. The other is Anne Marie, my lover of two years. With each relationship I have experienced a lover open to experiments and more often the leader in sexual adventure. I have written before about Anne Marie and our relationship with Becky. I want to share another adventure that occurred last summer. Becky had moved to Kansas City for a great career opportunity. Anne Marie and I were back to a semi-monogamous relationship and having a great time.

In mid-June, we decided to spend a long weekend at her beach house in Truro on Cape Cod. Lots of sun, sex, wine and relaxation, and, yeah, more sex. We arrived late Thursday evening. After a light dinner and some wine, we called it an early evening, both of us tired from our work schedules.

Around 10 on Friday morning, after a breakfast of rich coffee and a baguette and marmalade, we headed to the beach and settled in. 

The dunes loomed over the beach, indifferent to those in enjoying the sand. They mostly looked at the ocean with a face showing the signs of wind and rain. Each year, it was the same dune, but again not the same. New wrinkles, deeper crevices, a fallen cheek here and there. It didn't look older, just more worn. I loved the dunes.

It was the second week in June and a decent day for the time. Being a weekday, the family section parking lot of the beach did not appear crowded when we turned around to head back to the parking area near a path in the woods. We approached the beach through tall beach grass and arrived in the nude area. We were practically alone. We quickly shed our suits and were relaxing in our beach chairs, when we noticed two women walking up our way from the family area. As they neared, we could see they were probably early 30s. One woman was wearing a navy blue tank suit. She was attractive with auburn hair trailing out of a floppy brimmed hat and she showed the swell of a little belly. The other had on a green two piece, fairly conservative. She was in good shape, taller than the other woman and had light brown hair pulled into a pony tail and a visor shading her eyes. Both were wearing dark glasses and talking easily. Suddenly they noticed us sitting no more than 15 feet from them. They actually did a double take and then picked up their pace. We could see them laughing as they went down the beach.

Soon, they rounded a bend and were out of sight. I decided to take a dip, even though the water was chilly. I swam parallel to the shore for about 10 minutes and then started making my way out of the water. I saw that Anne Marie, still spectacularly nude, was now standing and talking with the two women. Anne Marie saw me hesitate in the water and waved me up. I made my out of the sea and crossed to them, slightly embarrassed at my naked state.

Anne Marie told me she was standing by the water when the women came back and they began talking. Making introductions, I learned the one-piece swimsuit was Sharon and the bikini was Alice. They were vacationing with their families and staying in another part of Truro. 

Behind their sunglasses they were probably trying not to laugh at the pitiful state of my manhood, still mildly affected by the dip in the cool salt water. We all chatted for a while and they waved and left.

Anne Marie said that they were sisters, married to twin brothers. Anne Marie explained that Sharon recently had her second child and I assumed that accounted for her slight belly. Alice had one child the same age as Sharon's oldest. Their in-laws were taking the kids for a couple days and their husbands were doing a golf marathon for the next two days. Anne Marie invited them back to join us tomorrow. They both said they could never go nude on the beach, at least they didn't think they could, but they might come and visit.

That afternoon back at the house Anne Marie got a call from Trish at work. Trish was once our favorite waitress at our regular pub. After Anne Marie persuaded her to be my kitchen helper at a dinner party for five women where I was the nude waiter, we began hanging out together. Trish was a diamond in the rough. She was tall, blond and beautiful, but many rough edges still showed. Anne Marie took her under her wing and soon the rough edges began to smooth out. Finally, Anne Marie hired her as her assistant at the bank. Now, Trish was polished, put together and even more desirable. We had some erotic experiences before she began working for Anne Marie, including a long weekend she shared our bed, joined also by Becky. I knew she had a crush on me and, I suspected, one on Anne Marie as well. She and Anne Marie had since shared a couple passionate nights, but that all ended when Trish began working for Anne Marie

Now, Anne Marie maintained a warm, but professional relationship with Trish. We still got together, but sex between Trish and Anne Marie was off the table. I felt it would also be inappropriate if Trish and I continued a physical relationship since she was working for my partner. We did have fun hanging around together, many times in the nude in our apartment or down here at the Cape and going as far as sharing an occasional shower or bath. Even that, unfortunately, was becoming a rare occasion.

Trish told Anne Marie the bank needed her to be in London in the evening of the next day, meaning she had to leave tonight. Anne Marie told me to stay at the house and she would be back by the middle of next week. She said I might enjoy getting to know the two women we met briefly today. She winked and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

We had come in separate cars and she packed and headed back up to Boston. Trish had already booked both of them on the last flight out of Logan that night. Trish was over at our apartment packing a bag for Anne Marie.

The next day I woke already missing Anne Marie. It was another fabulous day, so I packed my beach bag and headed out around mid-morning. 

The family section was more crowded on this Saturday and as I neared our usual spot in the nude area, I noticed two or three umbrellas farther down the clothing optional beach. A couple in their fifties was walking past me toward one of the umbrellas. Their all over tan indicated they probably wintered somewhere with a nude beach.

I spread my blanket and put up an umbrella in case the afternoon sun proved too strong. Settled in my beach chair, I was deep into my book when I heard a hell-o. I looked up and Sharon and Alice were making their way over. They were dressed in the same suits as yesterday. I stood up to say hi and they both started giggling. After saying hi, Sharon said it was so weird to see a naked man just standing there talking. Alice said that it looked like some things do thaw out. Sharon gave her a vicious jab in the ribs, but I just laughed. I told them that yes contraction in the cold is part of nature. 

Alice gave a snort and said in any size it was a hell of lot better than her husband's. Sharon told her to behave, but Alice said it's true. And, she added that "goes for both of the boys." Sharon again punched her sister and told her private matters should be discussed in private. 

Since we were now having a conversation, I asked if they wanted to sit. We all dropped to the blanket. I told them about Anne Marie being called out of the country for business. That led to a discussion about Anne Marie's work and what I did. I then asked them about their lives. Alice was a forensic accountant and worked with law firms who used her to track down assets in both divorce and liability cases against companies. Alice said that's where she met her husband. He and his twin are partners in their own CPA firm and were the auditors on a case she was brought in on about ten years ago. Bruce was a nice-looking guy, who was a little overweight, but she said he seemed like a decent person. They started dating and within a year were engaged. They soon married and had their daughter a year later. 

In the times I've been involved in conversations with other people, where one or all of us were nude, I've observed that the honesty of the talk rose considerably. I assume that nakedness takes away a barrier, other than the obvious lack of clothing. Such now seemed to be the case as Alice spoke.

Alice laughed and said she was insistent they hold out on intercourse until they married. 

"Alice, said Sharon, "I am sure Owen is not interested in your past sex life."

I said I was interested in listening to what she wanted to talk about.

"Well," she snorted, "That would be a first—a man listening."

She went on to say she was no virgin and had a number of boy friends, both in college and afterwards. But, she felt that if this was going to turn into something special, she wanted to be sure it was not just because a guy wanted to get in her pants.

Bruce put up no fight, and Alice said that should have been a big red flag. Sharon turned her head toward her sister and I imagined gave Alice another cautionary glance behind her sunglasses, but Alice ignored it. She sighed and said she was way past putting a pretty face on an ugly sex life. 

"Life is not just all about sex," said Sharon.

"Agreed, but it's not all about the absence of it either," retorted Alice.

Alice said that for the first couple months, they had regular sex, but it was never exciting. Bruce was a missionary and let's get it over with guy. 

"Alice!" hissed Sharon.

"Well, it's true. And from what you've told me, Chuck is just like him."

"Well, I am not complaining."

"Bullshit. Just yesterday you told me that seeing Owen naked was exciting and that Chuck never does anything exciting."

"Alice, I can't believe you said that in front of Owen."

"Well, it's true."

I interrupted them to stop the start of what appeared to be bickering. I said Anne Marie mentioned they were considering going au natural. Sharon actually blushed and Alice said they didn't say for sure. I invited them to try it. 

"What have you got to lose?" I asked.

"Well, our privacy for one thing, our self-respect for another. And, our husbands would kill us" said Sharon. 

"Fuck them," said Alice. She reached behind and undid her top and pulled it over her head. She had nice boobs, which had a couple small stretch marks, likely from childbearing. They were probably about a 36 C with tiny areoles and pink nipples. The nips were erect and poked up in a tantalizing fashion. She looked at Sharon who just shook her head. Kneeling, Alice shrugged and pulled down her bottoms. She had a trimmed brown bush and more stretch marks. I told her she looked very pretty. She laughed and said with these sagging boobs, stretch marks and cellulite on her ass—sure "I look fantastic." 

I disagreed and said that her breasts were attractive, especially her nipples, and stretch marks are stretch marks. I liked looking at her naked. By her reaction, I sensed that she had not heard any compliments about her body in a long time. But I meant it; I really enjoyed looking at her nakedness. She smiled and sat back down, inadvertently showing some pink as she pulled her knees up in front of her to slip off her bikini bottoms. I felt that old stirring in my groin, but fought it off.

Sharon tried to motion her to close her legs, since she could also see the show Alice was making. Alice finally got the point and laughed, but closed her legs, saying, "Sometimes it needs a bit of an airing to clear out the cobwebs."

We all laughed.

Alice turned to Sharon and told her to at least take down her top. Sharon hesitated, but Alice kept at it. 

"No man has seen me without clothes since I got married," said Sharon.

"So, what better time to get beyond that," replied Sharon. "Don't be such a pris. Let yourself go."

Reluctantly, Sharon slipped the straps down her arms and tugged the suit beyond her large breasts. She apologized about her swollen boobs. "After two kids and lots of breast-feeding, I can't claim having perky tits." 

I said her breasts were beautiful. And they were. Big, white, round with dark areoles and darker nipples that stood out at least ¾ of an inch.

We sat there for a while as the women gradually grew accustomed to being nude or half nude. Our easy conversation from earlier picked up and soon we were laughing and enjoying the sun. 

I told them the best part of being on a nude beach—in addition to being nude—was taking a walk. I said there is no greater feeling of freedom than walking naked outside. I invited them to join me. Alice was immediately for it, but Sharon hesitated. Alice told her to just go for it. She reminded her how they talked about what it would be like, now's the time to do it. Sharon looked around, and there was no one else in sight. See eyed the umbrellas farther down the beach, but no one seemed to be stirring by them.

Saying out loud, "I can't believe I am doing this," she stood up and dropped the rest of her suit. She had a dark and full bush, slightly trimmed to accommodate the fit of her tank suit. She also still had a red C-section scar above her pubic line. Her belly had a little swell, but I actually found it sexy and told her so. She punched me in the arm and said I was either blind or crazy, but thanked me anyway. 

I suggested they put on sun screen. Both did so shyly, especially as they covered their breasts and private areas. When they finished, I took each by the hand and we walked the beach.

Walking naked outside helps to loosen a lot of inhibitions. We chatted about how Sharon met Chuck. She was a school teacher and Chuck's firm was part of a Chamber of Commerce effort to teach kids financial literacy. He came to her sophomore class and presented one of the most boring presentations she had ever witnessed. Sharon had to keep jumping in, asking questions, making jokes just to keep the kids from all falling asleep.

After class, Chuck asked how it went. Sharon offered that it was certainly educational. Chuck smiled and said you mean deadly.

Sharon laughed and agreed. That broke the ice and they talked for a half hour, since his presentation was for the last class of the day. He asked her out, and to her surprise she accepted. Chuck was not her type. She was attracted to the skinny, brooding, intellectual type. Deep conversations about important ideas, great books and current affairs were Sharon's concepts of the basis for a good relationship. Chuck was burly, never read anything except balance sheets and could wax poetically only about sports. 

He was, however, smitten with Sharon and pursued her. Being flattered with his affection, she relented to his pursuit and agreed to marry. Unlike the more adventurous Alice, Sharon admitted she did have sex with him before tying the knot. She softly said the sex was as boring as his class presentation, but by this time she had agreed to marry, had mentally committed to the relationship and thought sex would get better. 

Laughing, she said it actually went in the other direction.

Alice then admitted they both talked about meeting me and Anne Marie yesterday. Neither had ever been on a nude beach before and never had a conversation with two naked people. Alice said it wasn't just seeing me naked that intrigued her and Sharon—and she admitted they discussed it at length over a bottle of wine last night. She said both their husbands had let themselves go, had gotten huge guts, and acted like louts half the time. She also said that her husband's dick was slowly disappearing under the layer of fat, and the last time he got it up was a year ago. Sharon said that her husband can get it up, but it doesn't last very long. Surprising herself, she said the sex that produced her second child was the result of her getting drunk one night and literally attacking Chuck. Unusual for them, she got on top. He lasted even less time than usual, and low and behold, even a quick lay can produce a surprise package.

They liked that I was in shape and was so social yesterday. Alice said that later when my organ returned to normal size they were both impressed.

"Jesus, Alice, really."

"Hey, don't play Saint Sharon. You said Owen was the best hung man you ever saw and that you really liked his, if I may quote you, 'sweet cock.' I agree, dear, he is well hung."

I shifted the conversation to point out a seal breaking the surface of the ocean to break the tension that seemed to be building between them. It worked and the two women stopped going at each other. Alice asked about me and Anne Marie and we talked about our relationship. 

They both agreed that Anne Marie was one of the most beautiful women that each had ever seen. They couldn't believe it when I told them her age. 

"She looks like our age," offered Alice.

We kept walking and soon, as usually happens, they acted like they forgot they were naked. We had a great time talking and laughing about the ordinary trials of life. They had a million funny kids stories and I told them about my being a naked waiter at a couple CFNM dinner parties, most recently with the one where Trish was my kitchen helper and included Anne Marie, Becky and the other three women who lived in our apartment house. They kept saying "no way" but begged for more details. The only slight glitch came when two guys approached from the other direction, both nude. Sharon wanted to run into the water and cover herself, but I said they are probably gay and would be more interested in me. It was the case. The guys nodded to the women and said high to me. They were older, in their fifties, and in fairly good shape. They held hands and let their dicks swing back and forth as they made their way down the beach. Alice remarked that theirs were not as attractive as some others and lightly flicked my penis with the back of her hand. Sharon cried out saying she could not believe Alice just did that. I just laughed and said thanks for the compliment.

We walked a little longer and turned back. The women now had their arms linked in mine. Alice said she can't believe that she and Sharon—especially Sharon—are walking naked on a beach. I asked if she didn't agree that it was a liberating experience. Both agreed, and then Alice said another thing she loved was watching my dick swing back and forth, and the way my balls bounced along. Sharon almost fainted from embarrassment and chided Alice. Alice told her to be honest, and that she was checking out my dick just as much as she was. Sharon giggled and admitted she was. She was fascinated by how the foreskin came to a point in the front. She said the only dick with a foreskin she ever saw was on her son and then it was cut off.

I said ouch and admitted I was grateful to my parents for sparing me that procedure. I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with the focus on my manhood, and said, "Enough about my dick." 

Alice agreed and said let's talk about "your yummy ass." With that, Alice freed her hand from my arm and slipped it onto my ass. She cupped a cheek and I flexed it for her. "Oh, my God, Sharon, you have to try this." Sharon looked at where her sister's hand was and shook her head. 

"No, really, Sharon, you have to feel this." I told her it was OK. Sharon then cupped my other cheek. She let out a small groan. "Fuckin' fab," she squealed. 


Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 01



Alice howled and said, "When did you start using 'fuck' as an adjective?"

"Ever since I took off my clothes, walked down a beach naked in front of the world, watched my sister cop a feel of a strange man's penis and cupped that same man's rock hard ass. I figured I can use fuck and won't give a shit who the fuck hears me."

We all laughed aloud at Sharon's newfound boldness. We walked the rest of the way to my blanket with their hands on my butt. I slipped my hand on each of their behinds as well. The both wiggled in response. Sharon's was broad and soft, but felt good. Alice's was smaller and still had good muscle tone. I asked, and she confirmed, she was a runner. I squeezed her cheek and said I could tell. I told her it was a prime A ass. She turned her head and kissed my cheek and softly said "thanks." We finished our walk hands on cheeks, and thankfully no one else came upon us.

We returned to my blanket and sat back down. Sharon opened her big beach bag and pulled out a bottle of sun block. She applied it to her skin and especially those areas that were a stranger to the sun and then tossed it to Alice, who also liberally covered her white parts. Alice offered it to me and I put it on, including rubbing it into my penis. This action produced an audible groan from Alice, which sent us into a bout of laughter.

"You don't need any help, do you?" Alice asked with a wicked smile.

I said "all done for now". Alice made a pout face and we all laughed.

Sharon then pulled out three bottles of water and a plastic bag filled with trail mix. We all greedily drank and snacked.

I said I felt like a nap and the others said they should be going.

"Going where? Didn't you say your husbands wouldn't be back until late tomorrow and the kids were back in Boston for a couple days with grandparents?"

They both nodded.

"Well, relax. Spread out on the blanket, and enjoy one of the most beautiful days of the season."

They looked at each other and simultaneously shrugged. Alice crawled on her knees and started spreading her towel and in doing so totally exposed her sex from the rear. I was enjoying the view when Sharon noticed. "Alice, my God, your whole pussy is on display."

Alice called back over her shoulder. "Well, I hope it looks good."

"Beautiful," I uttered. Alice shook her ass and we got an even better glimpse of her hidden treasure.

"You're shameless," put in Sharon.

After the towels were in place the women lay down next to each other. 

I reached into my bag and pulled out a t-shirt and slipped it on. I then covered my bottom with a towel.

"Getting shy," teased Alice.

"No, just practical. This is the strongest sun of the day. I don't want to get burned and I suggest you guys cover up as well. Only, don't put your suits back on. Do what I'm doing, pull a towel over you, and cover your feet and toes. You can get some partial shade from the umbrella, but still be safe and cover up."

They complied. We all made pillows from extra towels and soon drifted off.

I woke about a half hour later and felt baked from the sun. I got up and pulled my t-shirt off.

"Where you going," asked Sharon in a quiet tone so as not to awaken her sill resting sister.

"Taking a dip, I'm roasting. Join me?"

Sharon looked at her snoozing friend and then at my extended hand and my penis inches from her face. She opted for the hand and I helped her up. Holding her hand I led her to the waves. As we neared the water, a group of young people were approaching. There were two guys and four girls, all in their early twenties, and they all wore swim suits. I feared Sharon would freeze up.

Instead, as our paths crossed, she paused and asked if any of them had been in today. They acted cool, and one girl answered that they were in about an hour ago, and the water was fairly warm. Sharon thanked them and then pulled me into the sea. She then gave me a conspiratorial wink.

The first sensation was cold, but as we stood in the knee deep sea, we became accustomed to it. Sharon then ran forward and dove under a wave. Screaming she resurfaced and urged me to join her, which I did.

After the initial shock, we began to enjoy the water. We waded out until we could catch some waves and body surfed back to shore. We rode several waves and knelt in the soft sand.

I told her I thought she would freak out when those young people came by.

She thought for a bit and then explained.

"I am a bit shy," she said. And then laughed out loud, "Ok, I am really shy and self-conscious about my body, especially with this baby belly, saggy boobs and my C-section scar. But, last night Alice kept going on about how attractive you and Anne Marie were and how cool you both were being nude in front of us. She said she really wanted to be that way and just might give it a try. I didn't say anything, but was thinking the exact same thing."

A wave broke over us as we sat there and the water dripped enticingly off her breasts. She caught me looking and laughed.

"That's what I mean," she continued. "You are looking right at me, well, at my tits. You are not embarrassed by this. Earlier when you complimented both Alice and me on our bodies, I began thinking that this is good. I liked being looked at and having a man tell me he likes what he sees. Then, when we were walking I really got into the feeling of freedom being naked. I liked looking at your dick as we walked, there I've said it aloud. Alice was right on that account. And, having my hand on your butt and yours on my ass, well, that felt good. So, when I was laying up there, I figured I like this sense of openness and I am not going to freeze up just because it is unconventional. Screw it, I thought, I am going to enjoy today come what may."

I reached over and hugged her as we sat in the shallow waves.

Just then one of the girls and the boys, who had gone by earlier, stopped. 

"So, what do you think? Warm?" called out the girl, who had given us the advice before.

"Fabulous," answered Sharon. The water only came half way up her thigh as she knelt there, and she seemed totally comfortable talking with these three kids with her entire body uncovered. "Why don't you join us?'

I was not sure I heard her correctly. A few hours ago, she practically fainted because someone might see her nude. Now, she was inviting others to join her.

The young girl glanced at both boys. They looked lost for an answer.

"Why not," said the girl. She trotted back to where there was dry sand and in a second stripped off her suit. The boys were totally taken aback. 

She jogged back to us and we stood to greet her. There was about a three foot stretch of pebbles before you got to the soft sand. Sharon and I reached out and she took our hands to get across. 

We were almost knocked over by a wave and decided to go out past where they were breaking.

"Hi, I'm Kelly."

"Sharon and Owen," I replied. "Are your friends coming?"

Kelly laughed and said, "Well, I'm sure they are in total shock. We all go to college together in Rhode Island and are working summer jobs in Hyannis. Each of us took off from work this morning to enjoy this perfect beach day. They have never seen me naked, except when one of them tries to look down my blouse. I'm sure they don't know what to make of this. But, I figured, what the..."

Kelly hesitated, perhaps thinking she might offend us "older folks."

Sharon piped in, "You figured, what the fuck, and went for it."

Kelly laughed and fist-bumped Sharon. "You got it."

Kelly had a tight young girl's body, with firm breasts, a narrow waist and a neatly trimmed dark patch. She had a glowing smile and very white teeth.

The three of us started heading deeper into the ocean. We all caught a good wave and road it back toward shore. Breaking the surface, we saw the two boys still standing there. Kelly bounced up and told them to come in, without their suits she emphasized. The taller boy made up his mind and dropped his suit. He flung it back toward Kelly's on the dry sand, but it landed about five feet short. He shrugged, turned and plunged in. 

He also had a young body, with no visible fat, little chest hair, and a thick black pubic patch framing his thin penis and sack. He jumped up after his first dip, and we all again saw proof that cold water has a definite affect on the male member. He saw us looking down and then inspected himself. "Hey, Kelly, you know all about shrinkage, right?"

"Right, but don't worry I won't tell everyone that you have a magic way of retracting Mr. Happy into a peanut shell."

The boy laughed and said, "It is what it is." He then extended his hand and introduced himself as Timmy. We reciprocated and then Kelly asked if Jake was coming in.

We were out deep enough that the sound of the waves probably hid the sound of our conversation from reaching the boy standing alone at the shore.

"He's got a boner and is ashamed to come in."

Kelly giggled and said, "Really? It wouldn't bother me. How about you, Sharon?"

Sharon smiled and shook her head.

"Well," continued Kelly, "I'm not going to worry. Let's catch some waves."

The four of us headed back out. There was a lull in the waves, so we just bobbed together waiting for the waves to pick back up. The water was below our chests and the women's breasts were visible. I could tell Timmy was trying to look at both Kelly and Sharon without seeming too obvious. He was not successful.

"Jesus, Timmy," said Kelly. "It's Okay to look. We're naked, and we are naked because we want to be. I'm not trying to hide my tits, so freaking look at them. As a matter of fact, I think I might be a bit disappointed if you didn't."

Timmy blushed and said he really wasn't staring.

"Yes, you were," replied Sharon. "And, I agree with Kelly. It's Okay."

She moved next to the younger woman and put her arm around her shoulders. 

"Now, take a good long look. This is educational, sort of the before and after. Kelly's tits are standing right up and looking good. Mine are drooping down, and looking so-so good. So, before kids and after kids." As she said this she lifted a breast, and Kelly did the same.

"If I may," I interjected. "I agree with most of what Sharon said, except that Sharon's tits are way better than just so-so. They are beautiful."

"Right on!" echoed Kelly. To illustrate the point, she put her hand on Sharon's left breast. "Wow, these are beautiful. They seem so heavy compared to mine." She reached and placed Sharon's hand on her own right breast. 

Sharon left her hand on Kelly for a few more seconds and then dropped it. She said, "Mine are so heavy because I am recently stopped nursing. In a few weeks they will shrink a bit, but they are bigger than before I had kids."

"Well, no matter the reason," I said, "your breasts are incredibly beautiful."

Sharon turned to me and mouthed 'thank you'. Kelly briefly put both her hands on Sharon's breasts and once again declared them "awesome."

Sharon turned and gave me a hug. I really was telling the truth and looking at both of those two sets of fantastic breasts, I let nature take its course. Sharon immediately felt my erection pushing against her stomach. I thought she would flip out, but she actually held the hug a few seconds longer and slightly ground her pelvis into my boner.

Breaking away, she first gave me a peck on the cheek, then kissed me full on the mouth, and under the water let her hand wrap around my stiff member and gave it a gentle tug. We just stayed in the spot, and she kept her hand on my erection. She then, with a laugh in her voice, announced that a big swell was coming and we should get ready for some great waves. We rode one in. Timmy caught a bigger one and went all the way to shore. He got out and went to talk to Jake, still standing at the water's edge.

Kelly ended up next to us and said it was nice to see a couple who still were turned on by each other. Sharon looked shaken and asked what she meant.

"Well, I wasn't like staring," said Kelly, "but it was fairly obvious you were copping a feel on Owen before. Hey, why not. You're married and ought to have a little fun. I was thinking about doing the same to Timmy, who by the way, got a boner watching us touch each other, but I think he would have freaked out."

"What makes you think we're married?" I asked.

"Sharon has a ring, you're hanging around nude together, and are you're like almost making love in the water. "

"You're very observant," I told her. "Do you think Timmy also caught on to us?"

"Yeah, right," she said sarcastically. "He was way too engrossed in checking out our tits. But, I was right about you guys playing grabby before, right?"

I laughed and slipped my arm around Sharon's shoulder and let my hand slide down to her breast. Sharon played along and took hold of my penis, and winked at Kelly.

Kelly blushed and said, "You guys are way cool. Like, you're touching each other and it's no big deal."

Sharon laughed and said, "Oh, it's a big deal right now." She smiled and let her index finger rise up.

"Really," exclaimed Kelly. "Like boner-ville?"

Sharon nodded and said, "See for yourself."

Sharon turned me so my back was to the shore. As the last wave moved out, I stood up and the water level dropped below my waist exposing my erection and Sharon's fingers wrapped around it.

"Wow," said Kelly. "That's an awesome cock, Owen. Sharon must be a happy woman."

Just then a wave came in and pushed Kelly into us. Her hand reached out for balance and landed by accident, well maybe not totally by accident, on my hard-on.

Sharon felt the young girl's hand next to hers. She said, "Not bad, eh?"

Kelly let it linger and said, "No, not bad at all."

"This is fuckin' awesome, Owen. I could see you were well hung when we first met on the shore. I was intrigued that you were uncircumcised. I'd only known a couple other guys like that. I never saw any of them with a hard-on. It is very, very nice. Sharon, you are one lucky woman. I can only imagine what it must be like, you know, having sex."

As she spoke, Kelly let her fingers slide up and down, and reached lower to feel my balls. 

"God, if Jake only knew how horny I am now. Hell, maybe I should just screw Timmy. I don't think he'd go for it, though. He is hot for Cheryl, she's the blond girl who was with us before. But, the juices are flowing right now, so who knows what could happen." She winked as she gave me another tug on my erection. She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, pressing her breasts into my chest as she did so.

"You don't mind, Sharon?"

"It's cool, sweetie."

"No, you are cool. Totally cool," Kelly said. She leaned into Sharon and kissed her, and their breasts brushed each other.

We heard Timmy call out and when we looked up, we noticed that Jake had left and we could just make out his shape going back down the beach in the direction of the clothed part. He must have been shouting for Jake, but he kept on walking.

"Too bad," said Kelly. "I was kinda' curious about what he looked like nude. I thought by getting naked we might jump start something. I was turned on thinking about him having a hard-on under his suit. I would have enjoyed seeing that. But, Timmy's real cute, so no complaints. And, Owen is not dog meat. Right, Sharon?"

Kelly looked over my shoulder and noticed Timmy making his way back out, she removed her hand from my erection and leaned in and kissed me again, pressing her breasts into my chest and my erection into her stomach. 

"Awesome, just, awesome

We laughed. Kelly watched Timmy make his way back out, his dick bobbing up and down.

"Well, Timmy is easy on the eyes. Don't you think, Sharon?" she asked.

"Definitely, but I feel like a cougar even thinking that," replied Sharon.

"Don't," said Kelly. "You're not old and a cute naked guy is still a cute naked guy. Just like Owen."

"No disagreement on my part," responded Sharon. Since Timmy was making his way back out, I removed my hand from Sharon's breast. Kelly noticed and reached under the water to see if she had let go of my still stiff member. Letting her fingers go up and down me and feeling Sharon's hand wrapped around my base, she smiled coyly. She took her free hand, grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her left breast. I felt the firm flesh and stiff nipple. 

"Not big and full like Sharon's," she said, "but not too bad on its own."

She winked and squeezed me one last time. 

"No, not too bad at all," I said gently squeezing her nipple and feeling it stiffen even more.

"Cool," commented Kelly.

We all broke apart. As Timmy rejoined us, we went deeper and caught more waves. After a few more rides, we all decided to get out, since we were feeling the chill of the ocean. Thankfully my erection had subsided.

We awkwardly exited, fighting the undertow, the pebbles and the steep climb up the sand. I was behind Kelly, marveling at her young and firm ass and her exposed pussy as she bent from the waist and doggy-crawled over the stones. She glanced behind me saw me staring at her open pussy. She looked at my dick. She winked and gave me a thumbs up sign.

I invited the couple up to use our towels to dry. Kelly picked up her suit, but Timmy could not find his. Evidently, the waves reached it and carried it away. 

I told him to come up and get dry and we'd think of something. We arrived to find Alice waking up. She seemed surprised at seeing the four of us, but quickly recovered. After introductions, we all grabbed towels and dried off. Timmy was now trying not to look at three naked women instead of two and all three sitting Indian style with their pussies exposed. By the way he held the towel in front of him, I guessed the visual sight was getting to him.

We still had some water and trail mix left and we sat on the blankets enjoying the nourishment and chatting. Timmy kept the towel in his lap.

Finally Kelly said, "For Christ's sake, Timmy. We all know you have a hard-on. It's natural and no big deal. You are looking at three gorgeous bods. So, stop making it geeky and stop the towel in the lap shit."

He turned even redder than the burgeoning sun burn on his cheeks. He seemed clearly undecided.

"Tim, it is no big deal," Kelly continued. "Owen had a huge hard-on when we were in the water. I saw it. Ok, so don't freak out."

Alice looked at me and Sharon and we grinned sheepishly.

Slowly Timmy tossed the towel aside. 

Kelly looked directly in his lap.

"Very nice, Tim, very nice."

He smiled and stretched out on his back next to her, his manhood rising like a sundial. I tossed her the sunscreen, and grinning devilishly she applied a thin coat to Timmy's boner. He had a smile a mile wide.

As she gently stroked him, working the lotion onto his erection, Sharon put a glob in her own hand and slowly inched it toward me. Alice's jaw dropped as Sharon reached my now semi-erect penis. She rubbed it onto my member, which obediently rose to the occasion.

Alice shook her head in amazement at this bold gesture from her sister. Now fully erect, I lay back and let my erection bask in the sun and the attention from three beautiful women.

About an hour later, Kelly said they should get going. Timmy, now back to a flaccid state, asked what he was going to do. There were three other girls with them, and they had to walk through a bunch of people in the clothed part to get to their spot.

I said he could take one of our towels and wrap it around him, and hope that would work until they could get back to their spot down the beach. He said he did have some cutoffs he could put on, and that a towel wrapped around him would be just the thing. 

As they stood to go, Kelly said to Timmy, "Let's not get dressed yet. We can walk down to that bend in the shore, before we start to encounter the clothed people."




Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 01



Timmy nodded and stood to go.

As we said our good byes, I sensed that Kelly wanted to hug us. Sharon sensed the same thing, and made the decision for her. She opened her arms and embraced Kelly. Kelly responded, pushing her body tight against Sharon and once again kissing her lips. Alice gave her a little kiss on the cheek, but did not hug. Kelly turned to me, 1,000 watt smile in full blast.

"Well, Owen, it sure has been nice meeting you."

She stepped into my arms and pressed her body close against me. I felt her nipples in my chest and her bush against my groin. She whispered in my ear.

"Thanks. I think you have an awesome body and I will long remember you with a hard-on. Once again, I say Sharon is one lucky woman."

She broke free, after a little grab on my cheeks. With a big wave, we bid good-bye to Kelly and Timmy.

They were hardly out of ear-shot, when Alice turned to Sharon.

"What has come over you, Girl?" said Alice. "You stroked a guy in front of me and two other people. I cannot fuckin' believe it."

Sharon laughed heartily, "I can't believe it either. But, today seems to be a day of many firsts. Besides, didn't you like the reaction it got from Owen?"

Alice blushed and nodded. "I did, a lot," she said.

The ladies said they should get going. I again reminded them that they had no commitments, and invited them back to the beach house, for showers, drinks and dinner.

They both demurred at first, but then Sharon shocked all us by stating. "Come to think of it, there is no reason not to go. So, what the fuck? Let's do it."

We all laughed and began dressing and packing up. I had them follow me in their car back to Anne Marie's house.

After dumping our stuff on the screened porch, I said I would get them bath towels. I returned with a pile and a couple washcloths. I said there was an outdoor shower around the side of the house. It had two heads, and they both could go if they wanted. I said that Anne Marie enjoyed the two of us showering together and just talking about the day. I was not implying anything sexual between the two women and that it just might be fun.

"Well, after spending most of the day naked with my sister, I guess there're no surprises left," voiced Alice.

"Surely, this is not the first time you two have seen each other nude?" I asked.

They exchanged a glance that I could not interpret. Alice said that might be a story for later, but now, asked me to point them to the shower.

About ten minutes later they returned, each with one towel wrapped around her body and another around her wet hair. 

I claimed it was my time. I had already taken off my clothes and had wrapped a towel around me. 

I was half-way out the door when Alice called out, "Need anything."

I responded over my shoulder, that a cold beer goes great in an outdoor shower.

I was under the hot spray, when a voice said, "Here."

I turned to see Alice offering a Corona with a slice of lime. She still had the two towels on.

Thanking her, I grabbed the bottle, pushed in the lime, and took down about a third in one big swallow. "Man, that tastes good."

I handed her back the bottle and she placed it on the railing near her. 

I began to lather my hair. Alice undid the towel from her hair and began vigorously drying it. Her actions caused her other towel to loosen and slip off.

She squealed and began to reach for it and then stopped. She looked at me and gave me a look as if to say 'why bother' and let it fall.

She worked on her hair for a while and then pushed it back over her head, and rested against the railing. She took a sip from my beer and offered it to me. I took another long pull and handed it back.

I was at the point where I would be washing my private parts. As my hands began to lather my penis, Alice spoke.

"I suppose if I were a real lady, I would leave now."

"But, you are a real lady, and a real woman. And, there is nothing wrong with watching, if it pleases you."

"It does please me," she said in a small voice.

"Normally, this is when Anne Marie helps me," I answered.

Alice looked at me, and my soap covered member, which had begun to swell a bit.

"Shit, I can't tell you how much I want to."

"But?"

"But, I haven't figured out what that would mean, and I don't like doing stuff that I am not sure about."

I ran my hand up and down my penis, lifting it and letting it drop.

"Does everything have to have meaning? Can't some things just happen because you wanted them to at the time?"

I now was using the washcloth to lift my balls and wash them. Alice kept staring at what I was doing. She lifted the beer and drained the remainder.

"Owen, the problem is that something that feels good at the time still will be examined when that time is over. And, if I can't give it meaning while it is happening, then I will be lying to myself.

"If I were to join you in the shower, I don't know what that means. To me, to my husband, my son, to Sharon, to Anne Marie—to you. Too much to think about, no matter how much I want to do it. So, I'm going back inside."

She picked up her towels and began to walk away. Still covered in lather, I stepped out of the shower and called her name.

"Alice, I sure didn't mean to offend you. I was sorta' just teasing?'

Turning she smiled, "And, sorta' just not, right?"

"Yeah, but still I didn't want to piss you off."

"You haven't pissed me off. In fact, I'm flattered." She smiled as she walked back to stand next to me.

I leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, and sorry if I acted like an idiot."

Holding the towel between us, she put her hands around my waist and held me tight. "You're not an idiot. You are a very sexy man, and I may be the fuckin' idiot for walking away."

Her hands slipped onto my butt and she pulled me close to her. We kissed softly for a second. The combination of the situation and her touch produced a likely response. 

As I stiffened, Alice could feel it and then she, herself, stiffened.

"Oops. See, I should have gone sooner."

"My bad," I replied.

Alice stepped away, taking her towel with her. She hesitated, then looked down. I didn't cover up. My erection was at full tilt, and the foreskin had completely retracted.

Smiling Alice said, "Well, it's nice to see you again, my friend. Too bad the circumstances are what they are. But, I really have to be running."

She turned, then turned back quickly. Putting the towel aside, she again hugged me, only this time there was nothing between my erection and her soft belly. I could feel her breasts pushing against my chest, and the tickle of her pubic hair against my penis. Lifting her face, we kissed, with my hands cupping her firm buns and pressing her sex hard into my erection. After a few seconds, she stepped back.

"Now, that is something that feels so incredible in the moment, and I think, it's going to be a memory that I don't have to rationalize."

She slipped her hand on my erection and stroked me a number of times. Then, using it turned me back toward the shower. 

"Owen, please take care of that before Sharon sees it and decides to do what I am doing," she said as she softly stroked me.

Chuckling, I said, "Well, it isn't foreign ground to her, either."

"So, I saw and still can't believe it. And, she also was grabbing you in the water? Well, I better get my saggy ass up there and get the whole story out now."

As she jogged away, I called after her. "Alice, it's not saggy, it is a sight to behold. And, ask her about us being married."

She flipped me the bird over her shoulder and continued up the cedar walkway back to the front of the house.

I took Alice's advice and took care of the problem, finished my shower and went back inside.

The women were stretched out on a double chaise lounge on the deck with their hands entwined, letting the sun dry them off. Their hair was still damp, but their naked bodies appeared dry.

I carried a tray with a bottle of Chardonnay in an ice bucket and three glasses. I was standing in front of them pouring, when Alice said looking at me naked all day, especially staring at my dick right now, was making her horny. Sharon let out a soft "Amen"

I toasted them and then announced I had ordered steamed lobsters from the fish market in Wellfleet. They would be ready in an hour. I had also started a pot of potatoes that would produce garlic mashed.

"We didn't agree to stay for dinner," piped up Sharon.

"But you never said no, and I already ordered them. I'll get dressed and then head into town. I can pick up the makings of a salad, get some fresh bread from the fruit stand, and get a couple containers of Ben and Jerry's for dessert. All that with some more chilled wine; what more could you ask for?"

"A naked waiter?" retorted Alice.

"No problemo."

I then told them when I got back we should call Anne Marie. I had gotten a text message from her earlier that told me she was working late and then the team was going out for a late dinner. She would be back in her hotel around 1 AM London time and would love to hear from me.

"With the time difference, we can call her before we eat."

"We?" both women said in unison.

"Of course, why not?"

"And, do you plan to tell her that you were naked on the beach with us all day?" asked Sharon practically incredulous.

"Sure, and I probably will add that I had a 20 year old salivating at my wondrous physique, fondling my irresistible manhood, and, oh by the way, that I got two nice gropes on my fully excited member from two fabulous and beautiful women during this time as well."

The looks of shock on their faces were perfect as I turned to go upstairs to dress.

After I returned from my shopping mission in town, I found the women setting the table for dinner. I had half-expected them to have left, but was pleasantly filled with a sense of anticipation that they were there. I had no intentions of trying anything with them, but I did enjoy the slightly charged sexual atmosphere that had developed.

They both still wore towels around them. I asked why they were dressed that way, and Alice answered that the only clothes they had were their bathing suits. I forgot that fact and invited them upstairs, promising to find them something of Anne Marie's to wear.

Our bedroom was a loft above the living room. There were a king-sized bed, night stands on either side, one dresser and a large walk-in closet. Two walls were all windows, with a slider onto a small deck. There was a half-wall that opened over the living room, and the back wall was solid, since it abutted the master bath.

I pointed them to the closet and told them to start foraging. 

Alice asked what they should wear. I laughed and said it's not a formal dinner. Sharon chimed in that I was right, especially since I was to be their naked waiter. 

"Only if you want me to be?"

"Why wouldn't we," she replied. I sensed that maybe the women had enjoyed a bit more wine since I left.

I seemed to hesitate, and Sharon immediately got serious. "Owen, we were just kidding. Really. We would never expect you to do such a thing."

"You mean you would be offended?"

"Hell, no," inserted Alice.

"Then, you want me to be your naked waiter?"

"Only, if you want to?" said Sharon.

I smiled and said, "Look, ladies, I am an exhibitionist. When Anne Marie and I are down here, we almost never wear a stitch. I never mind getting naked and I get a thrill out of being naked with others, whether they are dressed or not. That's partly why I like nude beaches. The other part is it feels so liberating to be out in the sun and the water without clothes. And, I think you both can relate to that. But, hell, I'd love to be your naked waiter."

With that, I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts. I was not wearing underwear.

Both women seemed to pull back.

"What's the matter? You saw me all day without clothes and now you seem, I don't know, sorta' stiff."

Alice tried to explain. "I don't know about Sharon, but thinking about you being our naked waiter seemed like a fun game. We both talked about it when you were in town. It seemed sorta' naughty, but also, sorta' exciting and, like I said, fun. But, now seeing you nude, it's different. At the beach, or before on the deck, it was all part of being at a nude beach. Now, we're in a bedroom, and I guess I'm wondering if this is acceptable."

"Acceptable to whom?" I asked.

"Well, to Anne Marie, our husbands, I don't know," stammered Alice.

"First, do you plan to tell your husbands about today and being nude?"

Both women looked shocked and vigorously shook their heads.

"Do either of you plan to tell your husband that you grabbed my erection?"

Sharon gasped and shook her head, Alice just said "No."

"All right, so that's settled. Now, about Anne Marie. I really don't think she will mind. This is the kind of relationship we have. So, that is not a sticking point. So, rummage around in her closet and find something decent, or not so decent to wear, and let's have dinner."

Sharon asked if Anne Marie would mind everything that has happened and now may happen tonight. I said let's ask her. I picked up my cell and was struck by inspiration.

"Before I call her, I am letting you know that I plan to put each of you on the phone."

Both women shook their heads 'No'.

"Yes, so you can ask any questions you want or she can ask you. But, I am telling you, what we have done is going to be no problem. As a matter of fact, let's be sure."

I picked up my cell and brought up the camera function.

I asked the women to open the closet door. On the back was a large full length mirror. I then stepped in between them. 

"Drop your towels."

"What," cried Sharon?

"Drop them. I'm going to take a picture and send it to Anne Marie."

"Are you completely crazy?" asked Alice.

"Quite the contrary. I'm trying to show you that being nude and having fun is not the mountain you are making of it. Now, we all know you have nothing to hide, so drop them."

"You have to promise to destroy this picture after," begged Sharon.

"I'll do whatever you want with it," I assured them

Alice, followed by Sharon, dropped their towels. They each snaked their arms around my middle.

I looked at the three naked bodies reflected in the mirror. Holding the camera at my waist, I aimed and pushed the button. Holding up the screen, the three of us regarded our nude selves staring back.

"Perfect," I shouted.

"I don't believe we are doing this," sighed Sharon.

"For once, I agree with you, dear. We must be out of our minds," said Alice.

"Hey, the only thing you're out of is the self-imposed cage you keep yourselves in."

I pulled us all onto the bed and dialed the number in London Anne Marie had left me. I was hoping to catch Anne Marie before she went out to dinner. After a short delay I was speaking with the desk clerk and then put through to Anne Marie's room. She picked up on the third ring.

"Hell-o, darling, I miss you," I said

"Miss and love you too," answered Ann Marie.

We talked about her work and how it was going. She and Trish were exhausted. They were back at the suite freshening up before meeting the others for dinner. They were sharing a large suite and Trish was taking a whirlpool in Anne Marie's bath, since it was the only one with this feature.

"Hmm!"

"Don't 'hmm' me, Owen, " Anne Marie said. "It's no big deal. We've done a lot more than see each other naked, as you will remember."

"Didn't mean anything by it, love, just teasing," I reassured her.

"Besides, before we left she was promoted to associate director and she now technically reports to Alan. This is her last assignment as my assistant, but she does not report to me now."

"So, there may be room in the whirlpool for one more?" I probed.

"Well, it is a big tub," said Anne Marie coyly.

She then asked about my day. Smiling, I said it was interesting. Anne Marie knew that there would be a good story behind that description and asked for the details.

I filled her in on the day, not leaving any meaningful detail out, including Sharon and Kelly grabbing my erection in the water and Alice's attention to me in the shower. Both women feigned embarrassment.

I then told Anne Marie I was going to send her a picture. I flashed over to the text messaging function, wrote a short note that said "wish u wr hre" and attached the photo and hit send. Connecting back to the call, we chatted some more, with Anne Marie asking for descriptions of Kelly and Timmy. 

I repeated out loud that she wanted to know who had a better dick, Timmy or me. Both women shouted out, "Owen"

Anne Marie laughed on the other end, then said wait she was getting the picture. After a pause, she came back on the line and said, "You all look fabulous. Let me talk with the girls."

I handed the phone to Alice. Judging from the part of the conversation we could hear, Anne Marie was kidding with Alice and probably complimenting her on her figure. Alice kept responding with positive answers and then handed the phone to Sharon. The conversation seemed to flow in the same direction. At one point Sharon blushed and said "Yes." She then kept nodding as Anne Marie spoke with her. Finally, she said good-bye and handed the phone back to me.

"Sweetheart, they seem so nice. I wish I was with the three of you now. Listen, Owen, you have my implicit trust and whatever you three decide to do is fine with me, you know that. But, they are married, not happily it sounds, so tread gently, my love."

As always, Anne Marie has wisdom beyond what I ever could attain. I acknowledged the truth of what she said. I then pressed the speaker button at her request.

Her disembodied voice filled our bedroom. "Listen, kids, have fun tonight. Owen makes a spectacular host and waiter, naked or otherwise, so I suggest you let him serve you. Sharon and Alice, my closet is yours. Find something that makes you feel beautiful and sexy, because, lord knows, you both are. Finally, I sense that more than a little bit of drinking has occurred and so I suggest you put away the car keys and everyone plan to stay home safe tonight. Girls, promise me, no drinking and driving."

Sharon and Alice looked at each other. After a long pause, Sharon nodded and was joined by Alice. "We agree," voiced Sharon.

"Wonderful. I can attest that our bed can easily hold three bodies, and leave space in between. I'm not suggesting that you have to sleep together, but lying in bed and watching the night sky through the skylight is an experience without compare. Last night Owen and I must have seen a dozen shooting stars. Of course, that was after he made me see stars for another reason. Darling, I will miss that tonight. Now, I have to rush, I think I hear some splashing in the whirlpool. I should be home by midweek, if all goes well. Good night, ladies. Owen, please take us off speaker."

Sharon and Alice both shouted their good nights. I listened as Ann Marie again pledged her love and I assured her she had mine.

As I hung up, both women leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. 

"You are one lucky man, Owen," said Alice.

"No argument there," I replied.

"I can't imagine a love like you two have," said Sharon. "It's so obvious that you are head over heels in love, yet Ann Marie is perfectly cool with you lying on her bed with two naked women. God, my husband would kill me."

I wrapped my arms around their shoulders and held them tight.

"Ann Marie and I have something so special that it blows my mind whenever I really think about it. If the three of us were to have sex tonight, and, believe me, I am not saying we will, but, if we did, Ann Marie would understand. She would want to know how I felt, if I felt any differently about her because of it, and then she would be fine. Her fear is that I stay with her out of a sense of duty, not out of love. I probably am not as open, but I am getting there. I know Ann Marie has had lovers since we've been together. She is actually sorting through a complicated relationship with a beautiful, young, exciting and completely uninhibited woman she met and lives down the beach. And, I have a strong suspicion that she and Trish are going to pick up where we left off before Trish started working for her—and may be doing so as we speak. And, she has a French lover she sees when she has business in Paris. We once shared a ménage a trois with him. Am I jealous? A little, but mostly I'm scared. I'm afraid she might leave me. In the end, neither of us knows where our own desires and curiosity may take us, but for now, we are so in love with each other that I ache when she is away."




Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 01



The three of us lay in silence in the still of the early evening. Alice slipped her hand on my chest and softly rubbed my chest and stomach. Sharon noticed and added her hand. Together they moved up and down my front, from neck to the top of my pubic region. 

Alice then placed her hand on my flaccid penis. Her hand was warm and soft and felt good against my bare flesh. Sharon reached between my legs and gently cupped my balls. She massaged them tenderly.

Alice broke the silence, but not her caress on my penis. 

"Owen, you said before that you did not think we would make love tonight. Is that because of us or you?"

"Oh, definitely because of me. You both are so sensual, attractive and intriguing. I feel like I have only seen the tiniest glimpse of the complexities of each of you. I would love to explore you physically and then lose myself in your mind, your personality. I am simply blown away that each of you has a man that ignores this treasure in front of him every day.

"But, I cannot give myself to you without you wanting the gift. What we would have would be very, very good sex. I don't mean to compliment myself, but I have learned from experts how to make love to a woman. And, I sense in each of you an ember that just needs a breath to make it flame. So, I know it would be hot, wild and ever so satisfying. "

"Jesus, I'm fucking wet just listening to you," said Alice.

"Ditto," echoed Sharon.

"That's the point. We all could just let it go and have a fantastic night of pleasure. But, in a couple days Ann Marie is coming back, and, the harsh reality is I will put you aside in a second. Is that what you want? You have a husband, and a family. You want to give that up for one night and then live with, perhaps, regret for breaking the bond? 

"I am not a defender of marriage. I think people can be committed to each other without the legalities. I also think that some relationships can include more than two people. But, I am not sure the two of you are of the same mind. I believe you are not happy right now. If so, make a positive decision. We are very close to edge of what we can do here, on this bed at this time, without risking something major in your life. I am sure you never thought this morning that you would end up naked in bed with a man you hardly knew and another naked woman. I am also certain that even this afternoon you didn't even remotely consider that in a few hours you'd be lying nude with your hands on my dick and balls. So, this is not a positive decision, it is a reaction. A sensuous and exciting reaction, but is it something you want to hang your entire future on? So, yes I'd love to fuck both of you, but you both control the course. Maybe, you can decide that sex for sex is good and engage without regret. I just don't know."

I stopped talking, but the soft hands continued to enclose my most private parts.

Alice spoke first. "Well, you certainly got one thing right, I never thought I'd have some guy's pecker in my hand tonight."

We all laughed.

"But, you're right about a lot of the other stuff. Can you believe this is only the fifth penis I've ever touched? I was not a virgin when I married, but I only had sex a few times—five penises in all, if we are counting--before I got married. I know I come across as some wild thing, but I am really a traditional little girl. I love my son, I love him more than life. I am not happy with my marriage, but I'm not sure I want to chuck it out, either. So, yeah, the thought of sex with you is tempting, but I'm not sure I could handle the aftermath. But, then again maybe I could and maybe I want to try.

"All that being said, I am really turned on right now, and wetter than I've been in years."

"God, Alice, sometimes you are over the line," said Sharon.

"Hey, before you agreed you were wet, right? And, so, are you? Are you, Sharon?"

In the smallest of voices, Sharon said yes. "But, I get so embarrassed talking about it. It's like a good girl wouldn't be like that."

Alice laughed. "Sharon, you are totally nude lying on a bed with me, your fuckin' sister, who is also totally nude, and you have your hand on a guy's balls. With all that, you think you're such a 'good girl' that you can't admit your turned on. Come on."

"Well, when you put it like that..." As she spoke she pushed Alice's hand off my penis and snuggled my member in her hand. Alice snorted a laugh and lifted my sac. "Shit, these are awesome."

"Yeah, they are. I never felt any like that. I never got turned on by a guy's scrotum, but I definitely like the feel of these," asserted Sharon.

"The thing is, Owen," said Alice. "Sometimes I wonder if you couldn't just turn off all the complexities of life for one night, and just go for it. Just let it happen. Enjoy the moment."

"That sounds like a bad beer commercial," said Sharon, "but I get your point. Right now, I think I could let my sexual desires take over. I almost think I could fuck you. But right now, I want to kiss you down there."

Slowly she moved her head toward my crotch. On the way she glanced at Alice with a sheepish grin. Alice lifted my penis and Sharon kissed the tip. She slipped her hand over Alice's and took my tip inside her mouth. She sucked gently, kissed my tip, working her tongue under my foreskin. Finally, she released me and kissed her way up my stomach and caressed my lips with hers.

"Wow," I said, "that was beautiful. Is that a prelude for more to come?"

Sharon was resting her head on my shoulder. 

"I can't say," she spoke into my skin. "But that was delightful. I still can't get my mind around screwing you, though."

"OK, so maybe no fucking tonight or maybe not," I said. "Interesting. But, now I do have a question you can answer, since we are apparently speaking the truth. Before I mentioned that you probably saw each other naked before, and you two exchanged a weird look. What gives?"

Each woman lifted her head and looked at the other. They then broke out in peals of laughter. After catching their breath, Alice explained.

"Well, you know we're married to twins. We always go on vacation together, and have regular dinners together, go over to their parents' house together. In short, our lives are co-mingled. As the years have gone on, both Sharon and I noticed that the boys seemed mighty curious about the other's wife. After a swimming party at their parents, my husband would try to casually say something like, "Gee, Sharon is looking good. That was a nice suit she had on. It showed off her body really well. Uh, she has a pretty big chest, it seems."

"Yeah," Sharon continued, "and mine would say, 'Boy, that Alice is something. She's a little fox. Not that much on top, but I bet she looks great naked."

Both women shook their heads. Sharon continued. "Of course, Alice and I would share these little comments. We also shared that by this time sex was a monthly occurrence at best. So, Alice got an idea that maybe we should give the boys a treat and maybe fire up the old engine again."

Alice picked up the story. "So, one weekend we suggested we have a cookout and swimming party at their parents' house. We each had one child by then, and we arranged for one babysitter to watch them both at my place. The guys at first tried to put it off because their parents were gone on vacation. We told them that was the point, we'd have the pool to ourselves.

"That was enough to plant a seed even in that dense soil that constitutes their imaginations. So, all of a sudden, they were all for the idea. I'm sure they imagined a skinny-dipping party and each were dying to see what his brother's wife looked like naked.

"The weekend came, and I swear, they wanted to get over there at 10 in the morning. Sharon and I had agreed to wait until the afternoon, and had arranged for the babysitter to come at 1. Everyone met at my house, and the guys were like nervous kittens. They kept pacing, checking out their watches, asking when the sitter was coming, and mostly driving us crazy. Finally, she arrived and we gave her instructions and the number to reach us. The boys had us in our cars in less than a minute.

"We arrive at the house and they carried in the cooler of beer—always a necessity—and another cooler with the steaks and fixings. They hardly plopped the stuff on the deck when they suggested we go swimming. Sharon and I played like we didn't feel like it, and would work getting the food ready. They tried to change our minds, but we acted like we really didn't want to swim. Finally, my husband just blurted our, 'Fuck the fuckin' food, we want to go skinny-dipping.'

"Sharon and I acted shocked and asked what they meant. Now, our dear hubbies are normally as eloquent as a sixteen year old boy asking a girl out for the first time. So, they stumbled and stammered that they thought that's what we meant by having the place to ourselves. We responded what a silly idea that was. We meant that we wouldn't be bothered by our kids or their parents and could have a nice quite meal, just the four of us.

"Well, if disappointment had a face it was painted on our men. I actually thought Sharon's hubby was going to cry. So, then I said, you really want to go skinny-dipping. It was like I had just thrown a drowning man a life preserver. 'Yeah' was the most coherent answer we got.

"So, we said, well it's kinda dumb, but I guess we could. Well, the guys ran to the pool and stripped faster then either of us thought possible. They were facing us, and for the first time we saw both twins naked. They each are about 40-50 pounds overweight and it's all gut and ass. They have these funny little dicks that seem even smaller because of the stomachs looming over them. They both also shared a slack-jawed look of anticipation.

"Sharon and I played it to the hilt. We slowly shed our shirts and shorts. I went first and unsnapped my bra and let it fall. My husband did not even glance in my direction, but my brother actually had a little drool going. Sharon then said she was having trouble with the clasp of her front closing bra. She said she had a paper cut and couldn't use her fingers all that well. So I stepped behind her, and slowly reached my arms around coming over her shoulders and down over her breasts, still confined in the bra. I let my hands go over the cups, giving them a squeeze, and then fidgeted with the clasp, finally getting it undone and letting the puppies loose. I saw the boys had decent chubbies sticking up under their bellies. I let my hands travel up back over her naked breasts, and said "Ooh, Sharon, these are so nice.' The guys actually meowed. We each turned our backs on them and eased off our panties. Together, we turned around and gave the boys the full Monty. Both now had the best erections either of us had seen in months. We walked toward the pool and dove in. The boys flopped after us. We began playing keep away with a beach ball—boys against the girls. Somehow, as if it were by accident—right—Sharon's husband was circling me and mine near her. As each of us struggled to get the ball, we'd rub against our brother-in-law, pushing our asses against their tiny boners. They were in heaven. I then suggested we have a horse fight. I said let's have brother against brother, but with different wives. So, I climbed on my brother-in-law's shoulders and Sharon did likewise. I don't know how we kept from peeing, we were holding our laughter in so much. So, we begin fighting, all time I'm grinding my bare pussy on my brother-in-law's neck and Sharon is doing the same. It was then I think we both realized we had never seen each other naked, either. I saw Sharon's big boobs bouncing around, and the sides of her pubic patch sticking out behind my husband's head. I admit it was an erotic site. Sharon admitted she was checking out my body and felt about the same way.

"Anyway, we soon declared a tie and we each climbed down. Of course, we managed to sort of turn as we slid off and rubbed our titties on the boys' chests. We had agreed before hand, that given the chance we'd give the boys a real memory. As I reentered the water, I turned away from Sharon's husband and then pretended to slip. I fell backwards into his arms. His hands grabbed me and slipped up on to my breasts. At the same time, I pushed my tush into his boner. I thought he was going to have a heart attack by the sound he made. I acted surprised and asked if that was what I thought it was. I reached between his legs and pulled his little boner. He sorta' whimpered. I called out to Sharon that I found something hard and pointy in the water. I only pulled him a couple times, because I didn't want him cuming then.

"Sharon told me, she slid all the way down my husband's front, letting her pussy rub against his boner, and as she was steadying herself reached out and grabbed his hard-on. She immediately said, Oops, sorry, but didn't push away. She, too, gave him a mini hand job. She answered that she found one, too. I then asked Chuck if he thought my boobs were too small compared to Sharon's. All he could do was stand there with his mouth open. So, keeping one hand on his weeny boner, I put one of his hands on my tit. He had the smarts to put his other hand on my other tit. He started squeezing them way too hard and I backed away. He took the hint and just played with them.

"Bruce saw what his brother was doing and reached for Sharon's boobs. We let them play with us for a short while, all the time teasing their erections with our hands and rubbing our pussies against them. Each of the guys kissed our tits and sucked nipple. I confirmed with Sharon latter that it was more of a slobbering than anything else.

"Breaking away, we both went to the side and climbed out. We stood there letting them look up at us, right into our bare pussies.

"And, just to push all their buttons, we dried each other off, not sparing any part of the other. We finished with a little kiss on the lips,"

"I then said I need my man right now, and Sharon agreed. They hoisted their fat butts out, still with woodies. We had agreed before to push to one last point. Quickly dropping to our knees we each took the other's husband's erection in our mouths. The guys whimpered as we gave them the beginnings of a blow job. We sucked until we each knew the other's husband was getting to close to coming. Comparing notes later, we agreed that those little peckers felt the same in our mouths.

"We stopped and stood up. I said I wanted to fuck my husband in the bed he grew up in. I think he was hoping we'd switch partners, but that was never in the cards. He then figured my pussy was better than none, and followed me upstairs. Sharon dragged her man into their parents' bed. It turned into a major event for both of us. The guys lasted almost four minutes, and I actually got a second round when after the first fuck, I started talking about how Sharon looked nude, how beautiful her tits were, how they felt when I was drying them, and what a sweet kisser she was, and how did her mouth feel on his cock, and what did he think of how her boobs felt, and did he like her hand on his dick. And, miracle of miracles, the old boy rose to the occasion, and I rode him to a near orgasm. It was the closest I came to an orgasm with him in three years, and the only time I've ever been that close with him since."

All during the story, both Alice and Sharon had the giggles and seemed to delight in retelling the adventure. Sharon summed up by saying that she could only get "one hump out of her man." She wished she had thought as quickly as Alice and maybe she could have had a two-fer.

The women still held me in their hands, and I was at full mast as they softly stroked me up and down.

"So," I asked, "is this the second time you've seen each other naked?"

Sharon responded no. "Since that time, we've been more relaxed with each other. I've seen Sharon nursing a bunch of times and,..."

"And, what?" I asked.

Alice looked at Sharon. She just smiled and nodded.

"And, one time I suckled her breast and tasted her milk."

"Wow, that sounds very exciting," I said.

"Yeah, whatever," said Alice. "So, it's no big deal if we jump in the same bathroom to change, or when we are at the beach house we rent, we share a shower and wash each other's hair."

"Just hair, nothing more?' I quizzed.

"Owen, you have a dirty mind," chided Alice with a little squeeze on my balls that made me squirm. "I admit that we both agreed that kissing each other that day was sexy, and that I truly did like the feel of her boobs. And, I enjoyed nursing her boob. But, I'm sure neither one of us has any desire to have real sex with each other, or, for that matter, that either of us has ever had sex with a woman. That little show we put on for our husbands was just a show. Right, Sis?"

Sharon's hand stopped its slow stroking of my penis. The silence in the room was total.

"Sharon, right?" repeated Alice. "You don't want to have sex with me, do you?"

"Of course not. I love that we are best friends and sisters. But, I'd be lying if I didn't say you are incredibly beautiful and have a fantastic figure. I like looking at you naked. And the time you tasted my milk, well, I never told you this, but I had an orgasm when you were doing it."

"Wholly shit! And, I thought I was being weird because I got wet when I was sucking your nipple. I think that just looking is great and I think you are so pretty," said Alice, "and, yes, you are sexy when you are naked. But, I don't think that means we want to have sex with each other. Does it?"

"You didn't answer the other part of the question, Sharon," I put in. "You didn't say if you'd ever had sex with a woman."

Alice butted in. "Of course she didn't, Owen. God, you guys just love thinking about two women together. So, put his dirty little mind to rest, Sharon. Tell him."

Again, the silence.

"Sharon, come on. Tell him, no way, no how."

Silence.

I leaned my head toward Sharon and kissed her hair. "It's Okay, sweetie. You don't have to say anything, and you certainly don't have to answer that question."

I felt her hand tighten on my penis, as she snuggled her head into the space between my neck and shoulder. She then turned on her side and drooped her leg over mine and fit her body to me, still keeping a hold of my member. I sensed her need for reassurance and held her more tightly.

In her little girl voice, Sharon said, "I've never been with another man since we got married—well until right now as I hold a huge erection in my hand. But, I do get so lonely, and feel so starved for love and affection. I wasn't looking for this; it was something that sorta' happened. I never thought I would breathe a word of this to another soul, but now I want to. Owen, what about the lobsters?"

I laughed. "The ever practical Sharon. I put them in a warm oven, all wrapped up. They'll stay warm and moist. So, tell us, Sharon. Tell us your story."

Alice also turned on her side and drooped a leg over mine. She moved her hand off my sac. I immediately missed the tender caress she was providing. Her hand then travelled to the cheek of her sister. 

"It's all right, darling. I love you and you can tell me anything. If you want to share, do it."

Sharon took her hand from my penis and put it on Alice's face, "Thank you and I love you, too."

They leaned their heads across my chest, and softly kissed each other and smiled, then kissed on the lips again in a tender fashion. They seemed to enjoy the sensation and kissed again, even longer this time.

I was touched by this tenderness, but was sad to loose the intimacy their hands had provided. 

"Alice, first, I need you to be totally honest with me," she said as she looked at Alice.

"Ok, I will."

"You never had sex with a woman. Not even once."




Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 01



Alice looked steadily at Sharon. She softly stroked her cheek.

"Sharon, I never made love to a woman."

Sharon nodded and began her story.

"Funny, I never thought about sex with a woman until that time with the guys at the pool. Even though Alice and I were just kidding, it was a turn on. Then when she sucked my breast and I came, I began to fantasize about a woman a bit more. No make that a lot. What happened started a couple years ago. My son, Jake, was two. I was scheduled for my annual physical with Dr. Sherrie."

Alice jumped in. "Don't tell me you and Dr. Sherrie got it on. Jesus, she is really beautiful and I admit I had a little fantasy about her once. I thought that if I ever was going to do it with a woman, it would be someone like Dr. Sherrie."

"Not with someone like Sharon," I asked.

"Owen, you do have a devious mind," responded Alice. "Sharon is beautiful and desirable, but I do not fantasize about her—well that's not true. I do a little, but not too much. I mean she is beautiful, with a great body and is a wonderful person. So, there's no harm in mild fantasies, right? And, true confessions, I also got turned on when I sucked her breast. I use that as a masturbatory fantasy. So, now that's out."

Sharon shook her head in amazement. "Ok, enough of that crap. And, yes, Owen, to your next question. Sometimes I fantasize about Alice. Happy?

"But, it was not Dr. Sherrie. She is the best doc I have ever had and I would never risk that. And, I agree, she is beautiful."

Sharon continued her story.

"Well, I arrived at the office and after a short wait, the receptionist told me which exam room to go to. I was there a minute, when after a soft knock, the door opened and in walked this woman I never saw before. She was wearing scrubs and carrying a chart.

She introduced herself as Colleen, a nurse practitioner. I asked where Agnes was. Colleen explained Agnes had a knee replacement and was out for a couple months. She was a temporary substitute.

"Don't worry," she reassured me. 

"Oh, I wasn't worried, just wondering."

I was taken aback at how attractive this woman was. She stood about 5' 2" and had a trim figure. She wore her blond hair in a pony tail and her face was incredibly smooth and fair. Her green eyes sparkled with blue flecks and her smile made you want to smile. She looked like an 18 year old.

Colleen read more doubt in my face. "You think I am a kid, right?"

I began to say no, but Colleen continued. "It's no big deal, most people think I'm too young to be a real professional. I am a certified nurse practitioner, have lots of experience and also have a special certification in gyn. And," she added with another blast of her high voltage smile, "Looking at your chart, I am not quite two years younger than you are."

I tried to assure the woman I was not doubting her.

Colleen laughed. "I know I look like a kid. I probably would kill to have someone think I'm 15 years younger than I am when I'm 50. But, for now, I have to do a lot of 'splaining."

We both smiled at the humor.

Colleen then reviewed what was in store.

"I see this is your annual, so I'll start with height, weight, blood pressure, temp and respiration. Then, and I hope you don't mind, I'll examine your breasts. If I detect anything, I'll inform Dr. Sherrie and she will take a closer look. If you prefer, I'll let Sherrie, uh, Dr. Sherrie do the exam."

I reassured her that Agnes did the same, so it was no problem.

"OK, then since Dr. Sherrie will be doing the pelvic, after we get through with all the other parts of the exam, she'll come in. I also see that you're having a skin exam. May I ask why?"

"Well, five years ago, Dr. Sherrie noticed an unusual mole on my thigh. She referred me to a dermatologist and he determined it was a melanoma. It was just beginning and he took care of it in his office. But, since then I feel better having a total skin check. My insurance won't cover a dermatologist doing a screening, so Dr. Sherrie checks me out. Thank God, she never found anything else, but it gives me some peace of mind."

"Good way to deal with it, Sharon. You don't mind if I call you by your first name?"

"Sure, I mean no. I mean, first name is fine."

"Great. Any questions?"

"Nope."

"Good, I'll step outside and please get undressed completely. You can keep your socks on and put on the lovely and stylish Johnny and I'll come back in to get started."

I blurted out, "Oh, you don't have to bother stepping out. After all, you will be seeing me naked anyway."

I could not believe I just said that. First, I never got undressed in front of anyone, including Chuck. Second, I invited this complete stranger to watch me strip. And, third, I experienced some sort of erotic shock wave when I said it. 

"Christ," I thought, "I must be out of my freaking mind."

Colleen lost her smile for just a second, then recovered. "Of course, but it's office protocol. So, get ready and I'll be right back."

Kicking myself mentally, I stripped and quickly pulled on the Johnny, tying it around my neck and had to leave the back open since my hands were shaking too much to tie the strings. I then sat up on the exam table, feeling the paper under my cheeks as I slid back.

In a minute there was another knock at the door, and a voice softly asked, "All set?"

"Yes," I answered.

Colleen came back in, with the mega-smile back in place.

I began to apologize. "I'm sorry about before, I didn't mean to put you in an awkward position. I really don't know why I said that."

Colleen smiled and said don't even think about it. She then motioned me off the table.

"Let's start with the dreaded scale, although you look to be the perfect weight for your height."

I shrugged and stepped up on the scale. I immediately regretted not taking the extra effort to tie the gown behind me, as my bare ass now was visible to Colleen.

Colleen subtly said, "These things can be a pain, want me to get it for you?"

I felt the tug on the strings at my waist and nodded. Colleen quickly pulled the back together and tied a bow.

Checking my weight, she then slid the measuring stick up until the top part rested on my head. "Yep, both within acceptable ranges."

"Really, I feel like I've gotten a little heavy."

"No, you're 131 lbs and 5' 7. Just about where you should be."

Coleen then had me get back on the exam table. She took my blood pressure in both arms and recorded my temperature. 

"I'm going to listen to your lungs." Walking behind me, she undid the stop strings of the Johnny. I felt an unexpected flush as the nurse's hands brushed my skin. 

Colleen said, "I'm just warming up my scope, it gets a little chilly hanging around my neck. OK, now, take a deep breath and hold it."

I Sharon felt the warm metal against my back. On command, I let out one breath and took in another. 

Colleen then came back around and stood in front of me.

"May I take down the Johnny? I'll check your lungs and heart rate and then exam your breasts. Then, you can cover up again."

I nodded. Coleen slid the paper down to my waist.

Our eyes met and Colleen blazed her smile. I thought this was to make me relax; it actually made me feel a tingle between my legs. "Shit, what is happening to me?" I screamed inside my head.

Colleen put the metal end under my left breast and two other places on my chest. She made a notation on the chart.

"Ready?"

I said "Yes."

Colleen's fingers touched my left breast. The first sensation I had was how soft they were. I gave a little jump.

Colleen pulled her hand away. "Is everything all right? Did I touch a tender spot?"

I laughed. "No, it's just that your hand is..., well, with Agnes it was, well..." I laughed again.

"Sorry, I'm not making sense."

Colleen seemed to nod in agreement.

"Agnes has been checking my breasts for five years. And, it was the only part of my annual exam I dreaded. It's because her hands are so rough, they sorta' felt not so nice on my breasts."

It was Colleen's turn to laugh. Looking around and then speaking in a low voice, she said, "Can I share a secret?"

I assented.

"Well, you are not the first person to have this reaction. So, I asked around and found out that Agnes is a gardener. She loves digging and working with her hands. The office staff all said they were always rough and scratched up. So, you are not alone. I'll try to be gentle."

"Oh, you are," I breathed. Again, I kicked myself mentally. I was acting like a love struck teen, and this poor nurse must think she's dealing with a psycho.

Colleen looked me in the eye for a long second. She then turned her gaze to the exposed breasts in front of her.

As promised, she gently felt, lifted, prodded and probed each breast. As her soft hands performed their duty, I, to my continued shock and humiliation, became even more damp between my legs. She had me lay back on the table and did a thorough exam.

When she finished, I sat up as she spoke to me. "They seem perfect." As she said those words, she looked directly into my eyes. I tried to read any hidden meaning, but could find none.

"I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, but, as I said, feel free to have Dr. Sherrie exam you. I certainly would not be offended."

I said I trusted Colleen's judgment.

"Good, now, why don't you cover up and I'll go tell Dr. Sherrie you're ready for the rest of the exam."

As Colleen left the room, I pulled up my top and then hopped off the exam table. To my horror, there was a huge damp spot where I had been sitting. 

"God, they will think I am some crazy woman," I thought. I knew I had to act quickly. Grabbing the paper on the exam table by the end, I pulled it down until the wet spot was gone. I ripped off the piece with the telltale mark. I then realized that the doctor was going to be examining me and I was still wet. Still holding the crumpled paper from the exam table, I pulled a couple tissues from the box on the table. I hoisted my gown, holding the hem with my hand that grasped the crumpled paper, and spread my legs, and started wiping the wetness, when the door opened. Colleen took in the entire situation, and quickly turned back. 

"Uh, Doctor, I left the chart on my desk."

I heard the reply from the doctor that she'd pick it up.

Colleen quickly closed the door and hurried over to me. She noticed the wadded paper in my hand that was still holding up my gown and exposing my naked pussy. Colleen grabbed the paper wad, moved over to the trash can, stepping down to open the lid and tossed in the paper. She motioned for me to get back on the table. Just as I scrambled back up, the office door began to move inward. I was still clutching the tissues and was panicking. Colleen noticed and held out her hand. I shook my head not wanting to place the intimately soaked item in this woman's gloved hand. Colleen nodded vigorously, and I turned it over to her. Colleen deftly dropped it in the pocket of her scrub's smock and turned to greet Dr. Sherrie.

"Sharon," called out Dr. Sherrie, "so nice to see you. How's everything going?"

I assured her all was well. Sherrie inquired about my son and how I was enjoying motherhood. 

She then did the usual inquiries about my periods, any unusual bleeding or discharges, and discomfort during intercourse. At that I snorted. Both women looked at me, and I pretended I had coughed, and said "excuse me."

She turned to Colleen. "Anything you need to tell me?" 

"No, everything appears normal."

Sherrie scanned the notes, then looked up at Colleen. "Did her breasts look good?"

"Absolutely," replied Colleen quickly.

The three women shared a look and then laughed. "Well, that sounded a lot different from what I meant," said the doctor. "Please excuse my choice of words"

I was now blushing and felt my face must be scarlet. "No excuse necessary, Doctor."

Sherrie nodded and once again reviewed the chart. 

Sherrie undid the strings around my neck and slid the gown onto my lap. She reached under my arms and checked lymph nodes. She asked me to lie back while she examined my stomach and felt along my colon. She lifted the Johnny exposing my lower half and examined the nodes in my crotch. I reported no pain or discomfort. Sherrie had me sit back up and said I could pull my gown back up.

The doctor asked me to lie back, scoot my fanny to the edge of the table and put my feet up in the stirrups.

I was now again extremely wet between my legs, but knew I could do nothing about it. I was going to be shamed in front of my doctor and this nurse.

As I spread my legs and fit my feet into place, my blush felt like it extended down my whole body.

The doctor was just about to lift my gown and insert the speculum Colleen had in her hand, when the intercom buzzed. The disembodied voice apologized for the intrusion and said there was that phone call the doctor was waiting for. 

"Sorry, Sharon, but this is a bit of an emergency I've been trying to manage today," said Dr. Sherrie. "If you are comfortable with Colleen getting you ready, I'll finish the exam as soon as I return. This will only take a minute."

I assured her there was no problem, and the doctor left the room.

Colleen sat in the stool and lifted the gown. The next thing I felt was the tissue gently wiping my sex and thighs. 

Colleen then spoke and told me to breathe normally and apologized in advance for any discomfort. As the instrument entered me, I grunted with some discomfort and prayed it didn't look like freaking Niagara Falls down there. I then felt the tissue wiping away any excess fluids.

In a minute the door opened to admit Sherrie.

"All set, doctor," said Colleen.

Sherrie took her place on the stool and adjusted the speculum. She turned on the light she had slipped on her head and began the exam. She asked Colleen to look to see if she saw anything abnormal. After a few seconds, I heard the nurse say everything looked normal.

Sherrie took a couple swabs for the lab work and then asked Colleen to remove the instrument. As it came out, I once again felt my wetness being daubed away. Sherrie then performed the bimanual exam. I knew my wetness was now obvious as the physician inserted two fingers inside me and rested her other hand on my abdomen, but I knew I was usually a little damp after the speculum was removed. Completing the exam, Sherrie pulled off her gloves and tossed them in the wastebasket. 

Sherrie said I could sit up. "Everything looks fine, Sharon. I already had your lab results on your blood and urine, and they are all looking good. You seem to be in perfect health. I'll get the lab results back from this exam in a about a week, and will give you a call. Is there anything else you want to ask about or anything you want to tell me?"

I thought that I should ask my physician if it were normal to be aroused to the point of orgasm during an exam, and if it were to be expected that I couldn't keep my eyes off the blond nurse standing next to me. But, I left that all unspoken and said I had no questions.

"Good. Now if you will stand, I'll do your skin exam." Sherrie donned a clean pair of gloves.

Colleen gave me a hand off the table. I was happy for the help because I felt a little weak-kneed.

"Sharon, if you would now remove your Johnny, we'll take a look. Colleen, would you handle the light and bring over my magnifying glass?"

I slid the gown to the floor and stepped out of it. Naked I faced the two women. Colleen stood next to Sherrie, holding a small light with a powerful beam.

"Please turn around, and we'll start on your back."

I complied and felt the light touch of Sherrie on my skin. I felt her touch a couple spots and heard the doctor said "nothing". As she ran her hands over my buttocks, she paused below my right cheek.

"Colleen, take a look here. See that little scar?" As she spoke, Sherrie lifted my cheek a little. "That's where we found that melanoma. Thank God we found it early. And, we've had no additional problems."

After finishing my legs, Sherrie pulled over a stool and had me sit. I gave a little jerk.

"Sorry," said Sherrie, "that's probably a bit chilly on your tush."

I then felt the doctor's hands examining my scalp. Occasionally, she asked Colleen to shine the light one way or another.

Finishing, she asked me to stand and turn around. I faced the two women and tried to act calm. I caught Colleen's eye, and the nurse seemed to give me encouragement and mouthed the words, "Relax, you're doing great."

Sherrie worked her way down my front, and both legs. She then returned her attention to my pubic area. 

"Colleen, come in close shine the light here. See that mole? I want to get a better look. I'll take the light, and will you spread the hairs so I can see?"

As the nurses hands alit on my pubis, I felt another gush. The only way Colleen could position her hands to help achieve the view the doctor wanted was to rest a finger right near my hood. The slight pressure made my insides flip.

Holding the light in one hand and the magnifying glass in the other, Sherrie closely examined the spot in question. "Can you pull the hair back a little more, please?"

Colleen used a little more pressure and spread the silky brown hairs.

After a moment, she said "OK."

"Sharon, you put your gown back on, and hop back up on the table."

I complied and sat with hands folded in my lap. I noticed before I sat down the large wet spot where I was seated before, and prayed the doctor did not see it.

"Sharon, everything looks fine. That one spot in your pubic hair is most likely a dark mole. It is hard to see because of the thickness of your pubic hair, but I am ninety-nine percent sure, it is benign. That would be an odd location for a problem spot, but, just in case, I am going to refer you to your dermatologist. He can do an exam and biopsy it, if necessary. Sharon, I am leaning way over on the side of caution, and I do not want you worrying. This will prove to be just a regular mole, but with your history I do not want to take even the slightest chance. So, don't fret. Get his opinion and then all our minds will be at ease."

I tried to take in all this information, but, as with most patients, just focused on the thought I might have another melanoma.

"You think I have a cancerous mole?"

Sherrie paused and looked directly at me. "No, I do not. But, why leave even the slightest trace of doubt. I'll call Dr. Carey right away and ask him to see you tomorrow. Can you make it?"

I nodded.

"Good. I am going to ask him to get back to me immediately after his exam of you, and I will call you right away. By this time tomorrow, we will have put all this behind us. All right?"

Sherrie put her hands over mine and squeezed. I felt myself begin to tear up but managed to repeat, "All right" and offer a weak smile.

"Sharon, I don't mean to alarm or upset you. I am sure this is nothing. Now, get dressed and I'll have the referral slip waiting at the desk."

Sherrie said good-bye and left the room.

As the door closed, I broke down. I usually was not this emotional. But I also usually did not become sexually excited by another woman.

Colleen put her hand on my shoulder. "Sharon, I took a really good look, and, for what it's worth, I agree with Sherrie. It's a mole. But, since it is dark, or at least appears dark in your pubic hair, we need to be extra cautious, especially because of your history.

After a moment, I said "OK."

I reached out and hugged her. I needed some physical reassurance. Colleen did not pull back, but let me cry on her shoulder and hugged me back.

In a few moments, I had recomposed myself and sat back.

"God, look at me. A blubbering mess. I'm sorry you had to put up with me like this. And, God, I am so embarrassed about, you know, how I was, uh, down there. Thanks for helping me. I don't want Dr. Sherrie thinking there's something weird happening with me."




Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 02



(This is part two of three parts of the story and Sharon relates her experience with the beautiful Colleen. You would probably get more out of the story if you read Part 1. If you want to start here, I offer a short recap. Enjoy! Owen met Sharon and Alice, sisters, on a nude beach. Their initial friendship is taking an erotic turn at the beach house. Sharon met Colleen during her annual physical. The two sensed a mutual attraction and eventually meet again. Sharon continues her narrative while being with Alice and Owen. This story picks up when the two women run into each other.)



Sharon said she didn't see Colleen, but she thought of her. In fact, she wove a fantasy around her. She would imagine they fell into each other's arms in the exam room and made love to each other. Sharon shyly admitted it became her number one masturbatory fantasy.

Sharon tells her story:

So, about two or three months later, Chuck and Bruce were on a golfing safari to Arizona and my mother offered to take Alex for the weekend to give me a break. Alice, you had gone to visit your mom and give her some quality time with her grandson.

Some of the teachers were going out for drinks that Friday, which was a regular event for them. I always begged off because I had to get home to take care of Alex and make dinner for Chuck. I shocked the others when I asked if I could join them.

It was getting toward the end of the school year, around mid-May. The kids were climbing the walls, and probably would be shocked to learn that their teachers were more eager to get out than they were.

That Friday had been overcast and there was talk of thunder showers that night. The high school was in the middle of downtown and our favorite bar was only about four blocks away. I hitched a ride with a friend, who said she would drop me at my car on her way home.

The bar was an Irish-themed place with a big oak bar in front and a restaurant in back. In the bar area, there were several large booths, we all piled into one of them. We ordered pints and started loosing up and sharing horror stories from our day. 

Soon, it was past 6 o'clock and people started getting ready to leave. I said I had to hit the ladies and then I'd take that ride back to my car at the school.

As I was coming out of the restroom, I ran right into a woman who was going in. The woman was smaller and at first all I saw was the blond top of her head.

As we both began to apologize, I looked at her face and recognized Colleen. I literally gasped.

Colleen looked at me and asked if I were all right. I could not speak, so nodded and moved past her. Colleen headed into the restroom.

I had only taken a step when a voice called out, "Sharon?"

I turned to see Colleen half in and out of the bathroom.

"It is you," Colleen had the full 1,000 watt smile aimed my way and I was wilting under its power.

Colleen held up a finger and asked if I could wait a second, while mimicking the urge to go.

I couldn't form a word, so said nothing. Colleen took that as a yes and popped inside, closing the door after her.

Almost in a panic, I was frozen in place, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my friend asking if I were ready to leave.

I cannot to this day explain why I said what I did.

"Why don't you go on? I ran into an old friend and I think I'll stay and catch up with her."

"Are you sure," the other woman asked. "It looks like it could rain any minute."

"Sure, I can have her drop me at my car. Thanks, anyway. I had a great time."

The woman gave me an air kiss on the cheek. And, said we had to do this again before school was out.

I fidgeted and paced the small hallway outside the restrooms. I kept asking myself the same question, "What the hell am I doing?"

I had no answers when I saw Colleen emerge and walk toward me.

"Hi!" Her smile lit up the dark hallway.

"Hi!" I could not utter another word. Colleen was dressed in jeans and a white collared shirt with a red short sleeve T-shirt on top. I affirmed my earlier judgment, made when Colleen was in scrubs, that she had a trim figure. The jeans were tight enough to show she had thin legs and a small behind. The top indicated more substance than I guessed from her size. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and held in place with a red elastic. As we walked back into the bar area, I noticed that Colleen had just freshened her make-up for the lip gloss was smooth. She had light blue eye shadow that accented her green eyes. Her clear and smooth skin shown even in the dimmed light. Colleen had red nail polish and wore one gold ring on the thumb of her left hand and a small intricately woven white gold ring on the ring finger of her right. She also had a delicate gold bracelet on her left wrist.

"Have time for a drink?" asked Colleen.

"Uh, sure, but just one 'cause I've already had two beers."

Colleen made eye contact with the tall bartender and signaled two pints.

He poured them, she paid, and she handed one glass to me. A couple was just leaving a tall table with stools and Colleen guided us to take possession of it.

"Cheers," offered Colleen and we clinked rims.

The deep amber lager slid easily down my throat, and I felt a rush. "Easy," I thought, "don't want to fall on my ass."

There was the slightest pause and we seemed to be searching for an opening line. We then both started to say something and both stopped, laughing.

I tilted her glass to Colleen and indicated she could begin.

"Well, this is a nice surprise. I never expected to run into you here. Actually, I didn't expect to run into anyone. I was with a couple friends. We were thinking of a movie and stopped by here to discuss our choices and have a drink while deciding."

"Oh, then you should go with them. I don't mean to interrupt your plans," I said in a rush.

"Too late. They saw me with you and waved good-bye and are off. I wasn't interested in any of the choices they offered. So, you are sort of rescuing me from a deadly two hours."

"Oh, well, then 'Cheers, again, to time not wasted.'"

"Cheers."

We sipped some more beer. I picked through the fresh bowl of bar mix a waitress dropped at our table, looking for cashews. I found a couple and munched.

"And, you?" prodded Colleen.

"And, me what?"

"What were you doing here, and who'd you ditch?"

I smiled, "No one, really. Just some fellow teachers sharing the woes of trying to break through the adolescent mind. As a matter of fact, I rarely come out for happy hour. But, my husband, Chuck, is away for the weekend, and our child, Chuck's and mine, is staying with my mother tonight. So, with my husband not waiting for me, I figured I would have a drink with the girls. I mean they're just girls I work with. Of course, what else would they be? Girls, that is, I mean just girls I work with. So, husband out of town, Sharon goes out with co-workers."

All while I was talking, my inner self was shouting, "Shut up! You are a blithering idiot"

Colleen nodded and said, "Sharon, I know you're married. I reviewed your medial chart that day. And, you certainly don't have to tell me that the girls you were out with are just your co-workers, nor do you have to remind me four times that you have a husband."

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by that. I just kinda' opened my mouth and all this gibberish came out. So, don't think anything of it. I mean, why you would care if those women were co-workers. Who else could they be? I mean really. Not that it would be wrong to be out with girl friends—you know, girls who are friends—even if they weren't co-workers, which these happen to be, as I think I said about fifteen freaking times. I am now just going to zip my lip."

Colleen blasted her with the full wattage. I marveled at how white her teeth were.

"Jesus, you have the whitest teeth."

"Uh, I'll take that as a compliment and not a suggestion that they may not be the originals?"

"Compliment, yes, absolutely. I never thought anything else. It's just that they are so white, not that I was staring at your lips, uh, your mouth, it's just that I sorta' noticed them, because....because, uh..."

"Because they're white?"prompted Colleen.

"Yeah, white. Right. That's all it was a notice of whiteness. Yep, just a little notice."

I thought my inside voice was going to explode. "Will you shut your trap? She is thinking you are certifiable and you still keep rambling on and on."

I smiled weakly. Colleen shook her head.

After a long drink of my beer and what seemed like a longer silence between us, I tried to steer the conversation back to sanity.

"So, you still giving Dr. Sherrie a hand on the patients? No, I mean 'with' the patients, not on the patients. Of course, you have to put your hands on the patients, but I was referring to helping out, you know."

Colleen seemed to stiffen, and her eyes darkened.

"If you are implying..."

"No, no! I'm not implying anything. No, nothing. Nope, no implications whatsoever. Just asking if you are still helping the doc with the exams. You know, keeping the old breast express on time." I tried to keep my voice light and sound funny. But, even to my ears, it came out more like sarcasm.

Colleen set her glass down and glared at me. "I don't know what you're suggesting. But, that day in the exam room, I thought I was helping you. I am a professional and I can assure you anything that happened in that room was strictly above board, and I resent your innuendo. I can see you think otherwise, and I realize I should not have asked you to stay. Obviously, you are reading some dark motive into a rather innocent gesture." 

Colleen started to reach for her purse 

I felt my stomach flip several times. I really wanted Colleen to stay, even though I could not give a coherent reason why I felt this way.

"Colleen, please don't go. I have no idea what I am saying. I am nervous and words seem to be coming out at random. I'm happy I ran into you and I'd like us to sit here and finish our beers. Please!"

Colleen seemed unconvinced and tugged on her purse strap.

"Please. I admit I am a fuckin' klutz, but I'm not a mental case. I'm just really, really nervous. Stay, come on, please."

Staring me in the eyes, Colleen asked, "Why are you so nervous?"

"I have no fucking clue. And, another thing, I never say 'fuck'"

Colleen laughed, "Yeah, so I noticed."

That seemed to break the ice. Colleen let the purse strap go and picked up her glass. She drained the remainder and signaled the waitress for another round. We waited in silence until two new pints rested on coasters in front of us.

"Well, to answer your original question, if I can even decipher it, is no. I'm no longer at Sherrie's. You'll be happy to know that Sandpaper Agnes is back. "

We both laughed at the reference.

"I'm in an office on the other side of town. Probably will be there another month or so. Then, I think I'll take some time off in the fall and chill on a beach somewhere, maybe Mexico."

"Sounds great."

Colleen asked what was doing with me.

"Same old. We're screaming toward the end of the school year, the kids are out of control, the teachers are loosing their last bit of sanity, and the administration will be thrilled to see both of us leave."

Colleen nodded an understanding.

"Look," I said, "at the risk of driving off the cliff again, let me explain."

"Really, no need to," assured Colleen.

"No, I think I need to. This is embarrassing for me, but let me try to get it out. That day in the office, well, the planets must have been in some freakish alignment. I was totally flipped by how, well, you know, how I was down there. That never happened to me before and I was ashamed in front of you, a perfect stranger, and then thinking that Sherrie, whom all her patients just idolize, would think I was some kinda' slut. Anyway, I totally appreciate your help and discretion. You were so cool. And, believe me, I never thought you were anything less than professional. I, however, was acting like I checked my brain at the coatroom. So, a belated thank you, even though I think I am blushing from humiliation right now."

"You are, and it looks so cute." Colleen tipped her glass toward me and sipped her beer.

I could say nothing, but swallowed so hard I choked, and had beer spurting out my nose and onto the table.

"Very classy," cooed Colleen.

That broke me up and caused more beer to shoot out my nostrils. I was fumbling for a tissue in my purse, when Colleen handed me a pile of bar napkins. I wiped, while trying to apologize for this latest gaff.

"You are an amazing woman, Sharon. So full of the unexpected. But, please don't eat any of those goldfish, I wouldn't want to see what they look like popping out your nose."

We both laughed easily. After that, the conversation flowed smoothly. I learned that Colleen had lived in town about five years, after moving from the mid-west. She just temped in gyn offices and it paid enough for her to have free time and afford the things she liked. I asked about her life in the mid-west. Colleen demurred and said that is a long, long, not-so-happy story that will wait for another day, if ever.

I decided not to push it. We both declined when the waitress offered to bring another round.

We gathered our purses and headed to the exit. As we approached the door, I spoke up.

"Could I ask a big favor? I rode over with a friend and my car is still at the school. Do you think you could drop me off?"

Colleen flashed the high beam smile and said, "Funny, I was going to ask you for a ride. I came with my friends."

I suggested we walk the four or five blocks to my car, and then I could give Colleen a ride home. I lived in the suburbs and Colleen was along the way.

We stepped into the early evening and immediately felt the heaviness of the air.

"Oh boy, I think we better hurry. It's going to break open any minute," I said.

Colleen looked up and confirmed the forecast. We set out at a fast walk. 

We hadn't gone a block when a peal of thunder rattled windows along the block and the sky opened. It didn't start with a few drops that turned to a shower and then a downpour. It just went from ominous to sheets of water in a second. We both screamed and started running. After two more blocks we were winded and slowed to a walk. By this time we were soaked down to our skin and looked like drowned rats. Our clothes clung and hung to our bodies. The rain didn't let up and we sploshed along until reaching my Acura.

We scooted in and just looked at each other and started howling. With our hair plastered to our heads, streaks of mascara running down our cheeks, and clothes that had abandoned any hope of maintaining a shape, we looked ridiculous.

I started the SUV and turned the heater on full blast, even though the outside temperature was in the 60s. Colleen told her me address and off we went. 

In ten minutes, I pulled up in front of a yellow Victorian on a pleasant tree-lined avenue. 

Colleen turned to me and said, "Come in. I'll fix us a drink and we can dry off. You can't drive on the highway in this rain, you'll kill yourself."

The rain had increased in intensity as we had crossed town, and I knew Colleen was correct. I could hardly see twenty feet in front with the wipers at full speed. The highway would be a disaster.

I turned off the car. I had an umbrella in the way back, and offered to get it.

Colleen looked me up and down and then did the same to herself. I got the message. It was a waste of time.

Screaming we jumped out of the car and raced to the large porch. 

Gasping for breath, we laughed and laughed as Colleen extracted a key and let us in the entry hall. The house had been divided into three apartments. The original stairway was ahead and led to the second and third floor units. To the right was a door that admitted to Colleen's first floor space. Colleen explained it wrapped around the stairs and had all the original details she loved in Victorians.

Pushing the door in, we entered Coleen's living room. It was large with a big fireplace that had been converted to gas. There was a curved bay window section in front and built in bookcases flanking the fireplace. Colleen directed me through the dining room and into the kitchen.

She dropped her soaked shoes by the back door, and I did the same.

"Something to drink?"

"Something warm would be great."

"I'll put the water on for tea. In the meantime, we have to get out of these clothes or risk pneumonia. There is a bathroom down the hall on the left."

As she spoke she led me down the hall and called over her shoulder. "Wait here a sec." She ducked into a door past the bathroom and emerged with a white robe.

"They say one size fits all. I suggest you go in there and take off your clothes," said Colleen with a twinkle. "Yeah, I know I say that all the time. At least, this isn't some scratchy paper gown that has your butt hanging out the back. Actually, you ought to take a shower to warm up. Put your clothes back in the hall and I'll pop them in the dryer. It'll at least make them semi-wearable."

I began to protest that it wasn't necessary, but Colleen insisted it was no bother. 

"Look, take a shower, have a cup of tea, and maybe the rain will let up and you can drive home in dry or at least slightly damp clothes."

I agreed and took the robe. Colleen indicated there were towels in the bathroom linen closet, which was the door on the right in the bathroom. 

Closing the door, I was amazed at the size of the bath. It must have been a small bedroom before being converted to a bath. I estimated it was probably behind the main stairs and had no windows, so obviously was in the interior of the home. The walls were a soft white with pale blue wainscoting on the bottom. A club-footed tub, equipped with modern fixtures, stood to the left and a separate, all glass shower was just beyond it. There was a marble topped sink with a large mirror over it. The toilet was set off to the right. 

The tile floor had several area rugs to create a cozy feeling, even in such a large room.

I draped the robe over the edge of the tub and began to strip. I started to shiver as I peeled the water logged garments off. I made a neat pile and then slipped on the robe, grateful for the soft comfort. Opening the door I set the wet things on a small stool in the hall. 

Coming back in, I settled on the toilet and relieved the pints I consumed at the pub. I opened the shower and turned on the water adjusting it to hot. I turned and faced the far wall, where there were two doors. I thought Colleen said the linen closet was on the left and pulled open the door.

I was wrong. Instead of shelves of towels, I was staring at a naked Colleen. This door led to her bedroom and she was struggling with the twisted elastic in her hair. I was immediately taken by the sight of her nude body.

With her arms frozen up over her head, her breasts were pulled up. They were round and not as large as I thought, having judged them under the red shirt. They were topped by prominent nipples that stood out on areolas barely larger than the nipple. She had a narrow waist that expanded to hips that were only slightly wider. Her legs were shapely and looked taut. I was taken by the closely cropped and shaped blond patch that allowed her sex to show through. I thought this was the most beautiful vision I had ever seen.

Colleen looked directly into my eyes, then smiled with full force.

"Wrong door?" she teased.

"God, sorry, yes."

Colleen laughed and said "No problem. Now, we're even. No secrets."

She walked toward me, the bouncing and swaying of her body transfixing me.

She eased by and popped open the door to the linen closet. I examined the naked back of the smaller woman, seeing defined muscles and the tiny, tight buns that seemed to be suspended by an unseen force on the top of her thighs.




Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 02



Colleen turned back and handed me a large bath sheet and a washcloth. 

She winked and said, "Linen door, bedroom door," as she made an exaggerated gesture toward each. "Now, get in that shower before you use all the hot water in this part of town. I'll take mine after you're finished."

Colleen reached up and kissed me on the cheek, then spun me and gave me a gentle push toward the glass stall. I heard the bedroom door close behind me.

I walked in a daze to the shower, dropped the robe and stepped into the welcoming hot water and steam. I immediately felt the warmth reaching into my body. After standing under the powerful shower head, I used the shampoo, then the body wash. 

Sharon looked at Owen and Alice. "I am going to tell you some intimate details and it is a little embarrassing. But, I have come to trust you both."

We both hugged her in reassurance.

As my hand traveled between my legs, I felt my knees buckle. My mind flashed to Colleen standing naked before me. I let my hand linger and soon knew that there was more wetness than what the water was providing. I gave into the sensation and began rubbing myself. The shower had a built in seat, and I rested one leg on it. I then slowly inserted two fingers inside and began a deliberate stroking motion. My other hand found my hood, pulled it back and began exciting the exposed clit. With the cascading water, the erotic image, and my two hands working in synch, I was rapidly approaching a climax.

I had my eyes closed, but then sensed something. I opened them to see Colleen standing in the middle of the bathroom watching. Colleen was holding a hair dryer, but her gaze was fixed on me. 

I wanted to cry out, but had no voice. I willed my hands to cease their activity, but they gave no response. I knew I was beyond the point of no return and just let the waves crash over me.

I let out a long, soft moan and felt my body shake. I closed my eyes while the orgasm shook me. When the last tremor faded, I opened her eyes only to see an empty bathroom.

Could I have imagined Colleen standing there and watching me? Was my forbidden erotic fantasy that strong, that now I was conjecturing spirits to voyeur me in self pleasure. Was I going crazy?

I turned off the water and dried in the luxurious bath sheet. I pulled on the robe and then noticed the hair dryer on the vanity. Was that here before, or did I really see Colleen with it in her hand.

Digging through my purse, 

I retrieved my brush and dried my hair. Securing the robe tightly, I opened the correct door that led to the hall and found my way back to the kitchen. Colleen was behind the counter, cutting up small lemon bread. The teapot was on the counter and two cups, sliced lemons and honey stood nearby.

"Tea?"

I nodded and Colleen poured the steaming liquid. I opted for honey and sat on a stool. We remained quiet and sipped the herbal warmth.

Colleen looked over the rim of her cup. "Sorry. I thought I'd just drop the dryer off. I should have respected your privacy. I thought I'd be in and out in a second."

"How long were you watching?"

"Oh, not long, really, just a second. And, I really couldn't see anything with the steam and all."

"Don't be coy, Colleen. How long were you watching."

Colleen sipped her tea and looked away out the kitchen window into the dark rainy night.

"Sharon, I couldn't turn away. Sorry. But, it, no you, were so beautiful and so erotic, I had no power to stop looking. I feel so ashamed. I shouldn't have been there, and certainly shouldn't have stayed."

I took in her words.

"I don't know why I did it. I just felt an urge and got carried away, I guess," I said softly.

"So, it had nothing to do with seeing me nude? Or, nothing to do with how you felt at your exam?"

I feigned surprise. "Of course not. It's not like I'm sexually attracted to you, or any woman."

"Ah, that's a shame."

I let that line hang in the air.

Colleen finished her tea and announced she was taking her shower now. She invited me to take my tea and the plate of lemon bread into the living room. Colleen had turned on the gas fire and lit some candles. The room was as cozy as possible and a perfect antidote to the cold and rainy outdoors. 

Fifteen minutes later, Colleen appeared dressed in flannel bottoms and a sweatshirt. She held a pile of neatly folded clothes. 

She sat in a chair next to the couch where I was.

"You can stay as long as you want," she offered.

"Thanks, but I'm tired and the rain has let up. I think I'll get dressed and go."

"Whatever you want, Sharon. Your clothes were still soaked, so I pulled together a couple things that I had from a friend, who left them here. I'll finish drying your stuff. The only thing I don't have is underwear. I don't think mine will fit you, so I guess you'll have to go commando."

I hesitated, then took the offered pile and headed to the bathroom. I dressed and was back in the living room dressed in jeans about a size too large and a polo shirt. I was conscious of how my breasts moved under the fabric without a bra.

Colleen was holding a yellow rain slicker and matching hat.

"More leftovers from an old acquaintance." I thanked her and pulled on the slicker and then my soaked loafers.

Gathering my purse, I walked to the door. Colleen stood by my side.

"Sharon, sorry if I upset you."

"No, you didn't, believe me. I think it's best I go now."

"Could we get together again, maybe have dinner?"

"Uh, I don't know. Well, maybe, but let me think on it. Okay?"

Colleen lit up the subdued light with her smile. "That sounds like a possibility. I like that. Besides, you have to get your clothes back once they're dry."

I smiled back and reached for the door.

Colleen put a hand on my arm and pulled me around to face her.

"Well, until you decide, let this be a reminder and an appetizer."

She slipped her hand behind my neck and pulled my face toward her own. Rising on her toes, Colleen kissed my lips. I tried to pull back, but Colleen held fast. She kissed me again, and this time I kissed back, ever so slightly.

I then broke free and mumbled I had to go. I rushed out the door and ran to my car. Sitting inside, letting the engine warm up, I thought, "What the hell are you getting yourself into, girl?"

Later that night, alone in my bed, I let my hands slip between my legs and imagined an answer to that question that brought a brighter glow to the heat of my orgasm.

"Holy shit, Sharon," exclaimed Alice. "You can't stop there. Did you fuck her, what happened next?"

"Alice is right. Please don't leave us hanging. 

Sharon smiled. "Let's find another bottle of wine and see if Anne Marie was right about watching the stars through the skylight." 

The women stood and then held out their hands to me. Helping me up, they both giggled at my erection behind the thin material of my pants.

Alice grabbed hold of my hand and pulled toward the kitchen, while Sharon cupped my buns and pushed. I retrieved another bottle from the fridge, opened it and, together we climbed the stairs to the loft.

We shed our remaining clothes, and pulled down the covers. We snuggled together, with just the top sheet offering a light protection, and a noticeable tent where I lay. Heads resting against the headboard, I filled their glasses.

"And, now, as Paul Harvey used to say, the rest of the story," I announced in a mock radio voice.

"Well, to quote another famous person," said Sharon, "'Fasten your seatbelts; it's going to be a bumpy ride'" 

Sharon continued her saga.

I was frazzled for the entire weekend. When Chuck asked if anything was wrong—and I knew I must be acting out of my head if Chuck noticed—I blamed it on the pressure of getting everything done before the end of the year.

I kept handling the card I found in the pocket of the jeans that Colleen gave me. It was Colleen's business card and on the back were her home and cell phone numbers. I did all I could to not pick up the phone and call.

I wanted to see her again, even if to prove I was not attracted to her. But, then, I admitted that it was a lie. I was attracted to this woman. I thought maybe I should never see her again, and this silly urge would go away. But, I kept remembering the sweet taste of Colleen's lips against mine and the sight of her standing naked in her bedroom. I replayed that image in my mind over and over. The pretty breasts, the tight abs, the slight crop of blond, almost transparent pubic hair, the lips of her sex showing, the firm, little ass. Over and over, I let the images wash over me. I was in a constant state of arousal. Of course, Chuck didn't pick up on it, so I was forced to rely on my trusty fingers while showering—this time with the door locked.

If the weekend seemed long, the work week was interminable. Twenty times a day I picked up my cell to dial Colleen's number, and twenty times I disconnected before it could ring. It was the classic did want to and didn't want to.

On Friday, I turned down another offer to go out with the teachers. Chuck was home and I had to pick up our son from day care, make dinner, blah, blah, blah. The truth is I was frightened I would run into Colleen again.

I busied myself over the weekend with household chores, grocery shopping and eating two pints of Haagen Daz Coffee Mocha. On Sunday evening, Chuck said his father was putting together a foursome for the member-guest tournament at his club. He wanted Chuck and Bruce to play as guests with him and one of his club buddies. They would stay at his parent's house and play a round on Saturday and Sunday.

Maybe because my nerves were on end thinking about Colleen, I snapped at him. "Did you ever think that I might have some plans on a weekend? Did it ever cross your mind that I might like to do something besides stay home all weekend to watch our son and clean?"

Chuck was clearly taken aback. I never talked this way to him. "Honey, is there something you wanted to do next weekend?"

I thought I should tell him, "Yes, dear, there is. You see I want to go over to this woman's house and see if we can fuck each other." But, I let restraint be my guide, and answered, "Well, not exactly, but I don't like being taken for granted. Maybe I just want to go out by myself, or with Alice, go shopping, have lunch, go to a movie. Do something, for Christ's sake, besides stay home. You just decide you're going to play golf and that's it. I like to have a little life of my own, you know."

"Life of your own?" echoed Chuck. "We have a life together. I don't have a life of my own. I work to support this family, I go out with you to parties, like to Bruce and Alice's. This is our life."

I felt defensive, and didn't want to sound that way. "I didn't mean a life of my own (but I really did mean exactly that), I meant some time for myself. That's all."

"Hey, sure, I can understand that. I have an idea, how about I ask my Mom to take Alex this weekend. I'll be there anyway, so it won't be a big deal."

I considered the offer, but then thought about the subtle and not so subtle digs my mother would get in the next time she saw me. She always made a comment about "how much she loved having to care for the kids, and Sharon or Alice should not give a thought that it was any inconvenience to her. She was always happy to reschedule her appointments." No, I didn't want any more of that.

"No," I told Chuck, "you go. Stay over there because you'll be out late and have to be back on Sunday for the second round. I'll be fine. We can work out another time when maybe I'll go and pamper myself at a spa, or something. You can watch Alex." Even as I said it, I knew that Chuck would never spend a day caring for his son.

Chuck lit up because he knew his weekend was safe and he, too, knew he'd never end up spending a day alone with his son.

"Sure, great idea, Honey. Let's be sure you do that real soon."

All that week I gave Chuck the cold shoulder, but I was reasonably sure he never noticed. His plan was to pick up Bruce at his house and they would drive together the forty-five minutes to his parents' house on Friday. They'd be back late Sunday. 

As Friday approached, I became more agitated. I decided to act. Calling our top babysitter, I was more than pleasantly surprised to find out she was available on Saturday. It seemed she had a big final paper due and was planning to work on it over the weekend. I pushed my luck and asked Ellen if she could come mid afternoon and stay into the evening. Ellen agreed and said she'd see me at 3 in the afternoon.

Now I had to find the courage to call Colleen. It was Thursday, and I sat in my empty classroom as the clock approached four o'clock. Finally, steeling myself, I dialed the number I had long ago memorized. The phone rang and then was answered voice mail prompting to leave a message. I hung up without saying a word. As soon as I did, I kicked myself, knowing that my number would appear in the Caller ID. I decided to try Colleen on her cell. Again, it went to voice mail, but this time I left a message.

"Hi, it's me, Sharon. Hi, I guess I said that. Well, I thought I should come by and pick up my clothes, and was wondering if maybe Saturday night was good. I won't have to stay long, or anything, but I thought I should get them—the clothes, that is. So, give me a call on this number and then we can see if Saturday is a good day. Well, good for picking up the clothes, you know. OK, bye."

I disconnected and hit my forehead with the phone. "I sound like an idiot. Did I even make any sense? Well, that's that. I won't have to worry about her calling me back for a date. Wow, was I really thinking this would be a date?"

I packed my stuff and drove home, picking up Alex along the way. Getting home I and Alex played on the floor for a while, then I fixed his supper, gave him his bath, and read a story. He soon was asleep for the night. 

I knew Chuck was going to be late, he told me about a client meeting that included dinner. I knew that meant a huge steak, beers and a brownie sundae for dessert at Applebee's.

I had done a load of laundry and was folding towels when my cell rang. I jumped and then tried to calm my heartbeat. It had to be Colleen. I looked at the ID and recognized Colleen's cell number.

"Hell-o".

Even over the phone, I could feel the warmth and brightness of Colleen's smile. "Hey, it is you. I was afraid I'd get voice mail. It was wonderful to hear from you."

"Yeah, well I thought I should call and, you know, like I said, come over and get the clothes."

"Of course," said Colleen with more than a trace of laughter in her voice. "No problem, but I do have a little conflict with Saturday. Is Sunday doable?"

My heart sunk. "God, she has a date," I thought. "Stupid me thinking she's sitting around waiting for my call. Saturday night, like she wouldn't be busy then."

I said, "Well, I'm sorta' working around a babysitter and I know she can't do Sunday. So, maybe some other time. No big deal."

After a pause, Colleen came back. "Let me try to work something out. I'll call you back."

I was about to tell her not to go to any trouble, but Colleen had already clicked off.

"This is not meant to be," I said aloud. "And, I don't even know what 'it' is"

Ten minutes later, the phone chirped again. 

"Hey, I got things moved around, so Saturday works great. How about I cook a little dinner?"

"Gosh, I didn't mean for you to change all your plans, and you don't have to go through the trouble of making me dinner..."

Colleen interrupted her. "You didn't make me change plans, I decided to do that because I wanted to do it. And, dinner is no problem. I love cooking for people, especially people I like."

That last comment hung in the air, until Colleen prompted, "Are you still there, Sharon?"

"Yeah. Well, sure, dinner sounds great, as long as it's no trouble. But, you just said it wouldn't be trouble, so I guess it won't be. Right? Anyway, can I bring something? And what time?"

I again amazed myself by sounding like one of my adolescent students.

Colleen laughed gently. "Well, let's say around 6. You can bring your favorite white wine, and wear something pretty. See you on Saturday." 

The phone went dead before I could respond. "Did she say wear something pretty? Does she think this is a date? Shit, this is a date. And, I've got nothing to wear."

The next day as Chuck and Bruce drove off to their golf weekend, I dragged baby Alex along to the mall so I could pick out an outfit perfect for...perfect for...perfect for what? "Perfect for a woman to wear who knows she wants to be seduced," I concluded. I called Ellen, my babysitter, from the mall, and asked if she could come earlier. I wanted to get a mani-pedi. Ellen agreed and even offered to come to the mall and pick up Alex. That way, I could stay there and get my nails done.

Ellen arrived and took notice of the bags I had already assembled. She asked if there was something special going on, commenting on the shopping, the mani-pedi, and my obvious nervous state.

"Oh, no, nothing really. Just having dinner with a friend tonight. And, I haven't treated myself to a little TLC in a while," I lied.

Ellen seemed to buy it and then pushed Alex's stroller away. She was the perfect babysitter and kept a child seat in her car so she could drive kids around.

I went to the nails store and enjoyed the hour's worth of attention. As I made my way down one corridor, I passed a hair salon, and on impulse went in. The trendy young man asked what I wanted.

I laughed and said I had no idea. But, I wanted something a little more daring, but not radical. I wanted it to be attractive, but not too much. I wanted it to be noticed, but subtle.

The man smiled and said, "Oh, you want sexy."

I choked, but then realized that was exactly what I wanted.

After the shampoo, cutting and slight tinting and rinsing, I was not sure I was looking at myself in the mirror. My shoulder length brown hair now barely reached my neck and had slight henna highlights. It framed my face and made my eyes stand out, while seeming to give more prominence to my cheekbones. I stared and let the realization creep up on me. I looked sexy.

The young stylist also suggested a couple make-up changes and I left with a new array of eye shadow, rouge and lipstick.

I arrived home with more than a couple bags full of options. 

Ellen took one look at me and said, "Wow. Mrs. B. you are looking hot. I love the hair and your make-up."

I blushed and said I wanted a little change.

"Well, you got that. Looking good."

I excused myself and went upstairs. I had a little over two hour to get prepped for dinner.

Drawing a hot bath, I soaked some of the tension out. I left the tub and stood in the shower to rinse off the soap. After drying off, I used my best body lotion to smooth my skin, and bemoaned the little stretch marks on my breasts. Regarding my naked body in front of the full length mirror, I finally admitted, it wasn't too bad. I immediately followed the thought by adding "Not that anyone is going to see this body tonight."

I slipped on my new silk underwear and immediately noticed that I required a serious trim job if I were to wear these panties. Stripping them off, I used scissors and a razor to tame the unruly mess. Now the panties showed no stragglers.

On top I wore a sheer silk bra that matched the practically nude color of my panties. Turning to look at my back, I thought my ass looked good in the new panties.

I had laid out five different outfits on the bed. 

"What the hell was "pretty?" I wondered.

After trying and tossing them over a dozen times, I settled on a lightweight dress, belted at the waist that fell just to my knees. The top had a scoop neck that showed just a hint of cleavage. The print was a subdued floral in pinks and lilacs. The pinched waist accented my chest and my long legs helped balance the bottom. The fabric moved seductively over my rear. I opted for no stockings, and wore low heels with open toes to show off my red toenails.




Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 02



I slid on a delicate gold necklace with an emerald pendant and did a final inspection in the mirror. My new hair, make-up and clothes had vanquished the practical mother and left a sexy young women in her place.

I grabbed my small clutch with just the essentials of lipstick, breath mints, hair brush, cell phone and wallet. 

Finally, I unwrapped the new fragrance I bought and put a dab behind my ears, between my breasts, on my wrists and, with a giggle, lifting my skirt, placed a couple drops between my legs.

I twirled one last time and headed down stairs.

Ellen had fed Alex and was reading to him on the leather sofa in the family room. She looked up as I entered and her mouth dropped.

"Mrs. B. You look super. God, I've never seen you dressed before. I mean, you know, all put together like this. Wow! You are really, really hot. Where did you say you were going?"

I realized maybe I had overdone it and now everyone would be thinking I was stepping out on a date.

"Oh, just to have dinner with an old friend—a girl friend."

"I guess you want to show her you've still got it, right?"

I laughed, "Yes, something like that."

Alex put his arms up for a hug and I looked at his spaghetti stained clothes and grubby hands. Ellen saw the look and took charge.

"Hey, Alex, I'll hold you and you give Mommy a little kiss on the cheek, OK?'

Alex smiled and kissed me while Kathy held the rest of him away from me.

I reminded Ellen I'd have my cell and to call if anything came up.

Ellen promised and told me to take my time. "I can even sleep over, if you want, Mrs. B, if you are going to be out late on the town or something. Just let me know."

"I don't think that will be necessary, but thanks. My friend is staying at the Concorde and has a suite, so if I get too high, I might take you up on your offer. I'll check in later."

"Hey, let's just say I will stay over. So, let me know if you're going to be home, but either way, I'll sleep in the guest room. It will give me lots of time to work on my paper."

I was soon on my way to Colleen's when I realized I'd forgotten the wine. And, I meant to pick up some flowers. Cursing at myself for this slip, I stopped at a shopping plaza along the way with a grocery store with both a wine section and a florist concession. 

I quickly picked out a white wine that I'd had before and thought from the price that it should be good. At the florist stand, I hand picked an assortment of flowers.

Standing in line, I could swear that men were checking me out. The teenage boy at the cashier, whom I had seen dozens of times before while shopping here, was all smiles. He even tried some small talk as he rang up my purchases. 

"My God, he's trying to flirt with me," I thought. "Most times he never even looks at me."

It was a little after six as I turned onto Colleen's street and pulled up in front of the yellow Victorian. I was about to get out of the car, when my cell rang. I recognized Colleen's number.

"Hi."

"Hi, I just pulled up outside. I'll be right in."

"I know, I saw you. Why don't you pull up in the driveway, then you won't have to leave it on the street. I'll see you at the back door."

Colleen clicked off. I wondered at the request, but backed the SUV up and pulled in the driveway. As I neared the back of the house, Colleen came and motioned her to pull into a parking space next to the porch.

I stopped the car and gathered the wine and flowers. I stepped out and Colleen came toward her.

Colleen looked me over and smiled brighter than I had ever seen.

"You are beautiful, Sharon. I love your new hairdo."

"Thanks," I said, "It was sort of a spur of the moment. I wasn't sure what I wanted or how it would turn out."

Colleen put her hand on my arm, "It's perfect. It makes your face even more outstanding. And, I love your dress."

I blushed and murmured thanks.

I regarded Colleen. She wore a light white silk blouse that was open nearly to her waist. Underneath, I could see a silk cami with sheer lace covering her breasts.

The blouse was tucked into black silk drawstring pants, which hung loosely from her hips. On her feet she wore black cloth shoes with Oriental designs in gold.

Instead of her ponytail, Colleen let her blond hair fall softly to her shoulders. She wore a black lacquered head band to hold it in place. Her make-up seemed to be non-existent, except I knew there was a lot of work involved in allowing it to appear so natural. She had light red lip gloss that helped accent the sensuousness of her mouth and elegantly framed her dazzling smile.

She had three cold chains around her neck and gold and copper earrings that dangled from her delicate lobes. Even at a little distance, I could detect an exotic fragrance wafting my way.

Colleen slipped her arm through mine and guided me up the back stairs and into the house. We stepped into the kitchen and Colleen asked for the wine.

"Let me cool it. We can have it with dinner."

After placing the bottle in the fridge, she turned and smiled again at me.

"I can't get over the difference your hair cut makes," she said. "You look younger and really vibrant."

I felt my blush rising and tried to distract Colleen by holding out the flowers.

"Here, they made me think of the summer light in the evening and the color of your hair," I said. I had rehearsed the line all the way over and now it sounded trite and contrived.

Colleen beamed and took the flowers. "That's a great thought and compliment. Thank you." She lifted her head and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hmm, you smell wonderful," Colleen said and kissed me on the other cheek.

"You, too," I murmured as I breathed deeply while my nose nuzzled Coleen's neck.

Colleen arranged the flowers in a tall vase and invited me into the living room. 

She set the vase on the low table in front of the fireplace, which was unlit on this warm evening. Also on the table were a wine bucket with a bottle of champagne sticking out, a tray of shrimp and fresh raw oysters accompanied by two small dishes of cocktail sauce and horseradish, and a small round marble plate with a coarse pate, cornichons and chopped onions. A basket of thin crackers completed the display.

Colleen eased her self onto the floor, and kneeling, poured two glasses. I sat on pillows at the side of the table. Colleen raised her glass and I mimicked her.

"Well, let's see. How about a toast to new friends, warm spring evenings and adventure?"

My eyebrows lifted, but said nothing, just nodded and clinked the rim of my flute against Colleen's.

"Ooh, that is smooth?" I said.

"Yes, I love champagne. Makes me feel sophisticated and light-headed at the same time. Next to tequila, which makes me absolutely crazy, I think I've done the most outrageous things high on the bubbly."

I took another sip and responded lightly, "Well, maybe we should take it easy. Wouldn't want you to get too outrageous."

"Why not?" rejoined Colleen with more than a twinkle in her eye.

I could just manage a giggle and then took another sip to avoid having to say anything else.

Colleen told me to dig in. I loved raw oysters and these were excellent. I swallowed two and washed them down with the liquid gold. I switched to the shrimp and finished by tasting with the pate.

"God, this is incredible. What kind is it?" I asked.

"It's a country pate. There's a pasta and wine shop in the neighborhood that makes it themselves. I agree, I've never had any as good as this."

We gnoshed and sipped in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the taste and texture while allowing a little tension to build between us.

"So, how was your day," asked Colleen. "Do anything interesting."

I finished my first glass of champagne and Colleen was refilling it as I began to answer. Already, I felt the first slight effect of the wine.

"Yeah, I dragged little Alex around the freaking mall trying to find something to wear that would fit the definition of 'pretty'." The words left my mouth before my mind fully censored them.

"Oh, I don't mean it was a bother. It's just that you said wear something pretty, and I don't think I have anything that would fall into that category. Practical? Plenty of practical. Comfy? Got that covered. Appropriate? Wouldn't want to look inappropriate in church or dinner out with thes. But, pretty? Not much hope in my closet."

I stuffed a shrimp in my mouth to stop babbling. 

Colleen smiled. "Well, I didn't mean to put you out. I just thought we could have a special dinner and dress up a little."

"Oh, it's fine. I kinda' enjoyed the shopping. No, that's not right. I hated the shopping, but I enjoyed the results."

Colleen nodded. "Well, you certainly succeeded. Pretty, it is. Very pretty."

"You think so? Ellen, my babysitter, said I looked hot. Been a long time since I even looked luke warm."

"I'd say your babysitter has an acute eye," said Colleen over the rim of her glass. "Only, I'd add smoking hot."

I felt the redness explode over my face and travel down my chest and arms. I broke out into a mild sweat. 

"God, I hate that I get like this," I said," fanning myself with one of the linen napkins Colleen had laid out.

"I find it cute and quite disarming" she replied. "I might even find it flattering, if I thought you were blushing because of me."

I now had to mop my brow with the napkin and hoped my make-up was not running down my cheeks. I could only nod and sip some more champagne.

Colleen topped off both glasses and killed the bottle. 

"Well, stay here and enjoy the rest of the hors d'ouvres and the last of your drink. I need to see to dinner."

"Can I help?"

"Thanks, no. I have most things under control. Just a few last minute additions and we should be ready in a few minutes. I call you when it's time to open the wine."

"More wine? I hope you're not trying to get me drunk," I blurted out, immediately regretting the implication hanging in those words.

Colleen just smiled and said, "No, actually I hope you keep all your senses on high power. You can enjoy life's experiences better that way."

She turned and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me swopping sweat from my face and in between my breasts.

I eased up off the floor and onto the oversized white couch. It was soft, and I sunk back into the cushions. 

I again felt the panic rise in my throat. What am I doing here? This was not just some innocent dinner with a friend. I hardly knew Colleen, and I was dressed with the intent to make myself sexually appealing. I was fairly sure Colleen had flirted with me and intimated that she wanted intimate things. But, am I totally sure? Could I have misread the signs? Was this just a dinner? Did Colleen just want to start a new galpal friendship?

I heard the familiar sounds of a kitchen at work. An oven door opening and closing, pot lids being handled, the fridge being used. It could be just another night at home, only I would be the one in the kitchen, not some beautiful blond, with the silky blouse and creamy breasts peeking out of the lacy cami. 

More panic threatened to overturn the delicacies I only recently sent down my throat. Did I really think I was going to have sex with Colleen? Was I seriously considering becoming physical with anyone, but especially a woman? God, I must be crazy and better get out of here now.

"Penny for your thoughts," came the voice from beside me. I startled and saw Colleen standing next to the couch.

"Oh, oh, Colleen, I have to go. This is, well, this is so lovely, but I really have to go. I mean, I don't know, well, I don't really know what's going on. Hey, maybe nothing is going on. Sorry. I have to go."

I stood up, a little unsteady.

Colleen didn't move, just looked at her with her dazzling smile.

"Sharon, relax. It's just dinner. Dinner! You are having a mild panic attack and letting your mind get way in front of you. I put a lot of time into this dinner, and I know you'll love it. Stay, we'll be fine. Really."

I looked at the smaller woman. "You mean you don't want to make love to me?'

Colleen laughed out loud. "Of course, I do, silly. But, I'm not sure you do. So, let's be two gals having a bite to eat. Just relax. I'm not going to get you drunk, or drug you to jump your bones. I'm a hellava' cook and you will be swept away by my skills. So, let's eat."

"So, no sex?"

Colleen slipped her arm through mine and we walked to the dinning room.

"Dear, I never said that."

We sat across from each other. Colleen indicated the white wine that I brought and an opener. As I began to uncork it, Colleen went back into the kitchen. She returned in a moment carrying two square white plates.

She placed one in front of me and the other at her place. She took the opened bottle and poured two glasses of the Chardonnay.

I looked on the plate and saw two small servings of stuffed sole, accompanied by a salsa of mango and peppers. There was a salmon colored sauce dribbled over the fish.

Colleen offered a silent toast and then we tasted the fish.

My mouth exploded in a wild mix of flavors. The bland sole came alive with the salsa and the piquant taste of the sauce. The best I could express were several loud, "Mmmm's".

I broke off a small piece of the French bread and put on a generous pat of butter. The bread was crunchy on the outside, and warm and yeasty on the inside. As the butter melted in, it soaked the mounds and valleys and transformed the simple food into a comforting taste that helped sooth my nerves. I sipped some wine, and had another helping of the bread.

"God, that was delicious."

"Take it easy on the bread, or you won't have room for the rest of the meal."

"The rest? I thought this was dinner?'

"Just the fish course. Here, have some more wine. Great choice! Goes perfectly with the sole."

As I savored the wine, Colleen cleared the white plates. 

Colleen's next course topped the fish, and so did the salad, cheese, all accompanied by appropriate wines.

I finally moaned, "No more! Please!"

Colleen smiled as she cleared the remnants of the cheese course and the half bottle of a dry burgundy.

"Let's take a break before dessert," offered Colleen. "We can relax on the couch and let everything digest for a while."

"I don't think I could even consider dessert, but I bet it's as delectable as the rest of the meal. So, I agree, let's rest and then see about dessert."

Colleen reached for my hand and helped me up. "Dearie, my chocolate is not delectable, it's decadent."

Still holding my hand Colleen led me back to the living room. I sunk into the white couch and slipping off my shoes, pulled my legs up underneath.

Colleen disappeared back into the kitchen and came out with a tray holding a bottle of Pellegrino and two glasses of ice.

She poured the sparkling water and handed me one glass, then sat at the opposite end of the couch, dropping her shoes on the floor.

"God, I really am stuffed and my stomach feels like I'm carrying a ten pound baby. I feel tight and I'm not even wearing pantyhose," I said, and then immediately realized how that comment might sound.

"I mean I'm wearing panties, of course, just no pantyhose." Again, I astounded myself with the level of my blithering.

"Well, I'm going to forgo fashion for comfort," confessed Colleen. She pulled the drawstring on her silk pants and tugged at the waistband until it gave her an inch of relief. "Why not loosen your belt?"

I thought this might be a come on, but thought even more about relieving the pressure. I undid the buckle and pulled the belt free, dropping it on the coffee table.

We looked at each other and sighed in unison. We both immediately started giggling. 

I asked about Colleen's day. 

"Actually, I spent the day shopping and working on dinner."

"Oh, I didn't mean for you to go to all this trouble," I said with a tinge of guilt.

"It was a pleasure not a bother," she responded.

"I enjoy planning a special meal, working out the menu, making a list of all the ingredients and other things I'll need. Then, I plan out my shopping and the order I'll go to each store. It gives me a lot of satisfaction to immerse myself in the details. I also love the preparation and cooking. So many nights, I just throw something in the micro or heat up some take-out. Having to cook for someone special is a treat. Actually, this was one of the best days I've had in a while. So, I should be thanking you for giving me the opportunity."

I raised my sparkling water in a toast, "Then, here's to good days and better dinners."

"Cheers to that," said Colleen and we touched rims.

The conversation flowed easily between us. I talked about work and the joys and frustrations of being a mother. Colleen offered some funny observations and contrasted my life with hers. 

"From over-commitment to let-it-all hang out," said Colleen with a warm smile.

She then asked if I could try a little dessert. "I spent a lot of time on this—it's called Chocolate Ecstasy. And, given our overstuffed state, I think that may be an apt description. How about just a sliver and some coffee?"

"God, I shouldn't, but I also can't ever refuse chocolate. But, just a sliver and let me help you."

Colleen smiled and said "No way. Just sit and relax. I'll be right back."

She jumped up off the couch. In her haste she forgot to retie the drawstring, and her black silk pants dropped immediately to her ankles.

Colleen shrieked and I stared at the sheer black thong that clearly showed her neatly trimmed blond bush. Colleen bent over and grabbed her pants and turned her back as she pulled them up. I took in the nearly naked and perfectly shaped rear end, and felt my heart rate kick up.

Over her shoulder, Colleen offered an apology. "Sharon, that was completely unintentional. Please know I would never do something like that on purpose."

I, surprising myself beyond all measure, reached out and lightly touched the now covered cheek and said, "It's fine. And, a fine ass. Don't give it a thought." As I said this, I marveled as the firmness of the buttock as it shown under the delicate softness of the silk.

Colleen reached back and took my hand that was softly placed on her butt and put her hand on top of mine. She first pushed it slightly into her butt, then pulled it off and, as she turned to face me, gave it a squeeze. She bent at the waist and lightly kissed my fingertips.

I pulled Colleen's hand toward me and returned the kiss on her fingertips.

"Again sorry. Now, I'll get dessert and try to keep my drawers up."

As Colleen rounded the corner to the kitchen, I called out. "Hey, no big deal, I saw more than that the last time I was here."

I immediately felt she should bite my tongue. What the hell am I doing and saying.

"Yeah, I guess so. And, I have had the great pleasure of enjoying the beauty of you."

Colleen returned with the tray filled this time with two mugs of steaming coffee and two plates with a slice of dark cake, drizzled with a caramel sauce. On the tray was a delicate China bowl filled with what was obviously fresh whipped cream.

Colleen set the tray down and passed me a plate. This time, Colleen sat on the middle cushion, closer to me. She lifted the bowl of whipped cream and offered it to me. 

I hesitated, and then gave in to full surrender. I took a large spoonful and plopped it on top of the cake. I then considered the enormity of the challenge before me.

"I cannot eat this entire thing," I sighed. "I will burst. Really."

Colleen smiled and nodded in agreement. "Share a piece?"

"Deal!"

Colleen picked up the plate and cut a piece of cake with her fork. She then dipped it into the cream and offered it to me. I leaned forward and allowed Colleen to slip it into my mouth.

Moans of delight escaped my lips as I sampled the first bite. "God, this is unbelievable. And, you made it yourself?"




Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 02



Colleen nodded and took a forkful for herself. 

She fed me another bite. I then took the fork from Colleen, and carefully placed a mouthful in the midst of the perfect smile that had captivated me from the first I saw it.

Colleen held my wrist and slowly licked the fork clean, before taking it from my grasp.

She cut another piece and loaded even more whipped cream on, and brought it to my lips. With a light touch, she dabbed some cream around my mouth, before slipping in the fork. After withdrawing the fork, she leaned in and delicately licked the cream and a few chocolate crumbs from my mouth.

I put forth no resistance, and the next sensation was Colleen's tongue gently asking for entry, which was quickly granted. The taste of chocolate, caramel, cream and Colleen mixed in an exotic blend inside my mouth. Her tongue explored the expanse of my mouth and slowly withdrew. I wanted it back and pressed my mouth firmly against Colleen's. Colleen rewarded my with more of the sweetness of her tongue, accompanied by the strength of her warm lips on mine. I used my own tongue to test every surface of Colleen's as it filled my mouth. I sucked it deep into me and felt the tip tickle the roof of my mouth. As it slowly withdrew, I allowed my tongue to follow it back past the lush lips, perfect white teeth and into the warm cavity of another woman. A new sensation for my tongue, but one filled with erotic pleasure that sent a hot current through my nerves and started the first flow of the womanly moisture of arousal.

I leaned heavily into Colleen and was taken aback as the other woman pushed me away. I opened her eyes searching for an answer for this rejection.

Colleen read the look and softly laughed. "Honey, I have to put down this plate before we're wearing the cake."

Replacing the plate on the table, Colleen pulled my face to hers and kissed my lips, then eyes, nose and cheeks. She returned to my lips and covered them with minute nips. Colleen eased herself back on the couch, and pulled me on top of her. I felt the other woman's legs spread, and settled in between them. As we kissed, with our bodies pressed to each other, Colleen moved her hands down from my back on to my rear, cupping a cheek in each hand. With tongues slipping from mouth to mouth, Colleen softly rolled my cheeks in her palms. She then pulled on the light fabric of my dress until the hem reached the tops of my thighs. Colleen let her hands go under the dress, move up my thighs and slip under the edge of my panties. With her hands on my bare flesh, Colleen pulled down until our sexes pushed against each other.

I responded with a reflexive motion and slowly ground against her. My own sex was becoming wetter with each kiss and each rotation of Colleen's hips.

Colleen broke a kiss and looked up at me, as I responded in wonder.

"Are you all right," Colleen asked in a whisper.

"God, yes. I have not been this turned on since I can't even remember."

"So, you don't want to stop?"

"No, no. I want more."

Colleen blazed her incredible smile, kissed me then said, "Let's get up."

I moved off her and sat back in the corner of the couch.

Colleen sat up and then stood, standing directly in front of me.

"Well, if you're sure, then as Johnny Cash might have said, 'Because you're mine, Please pull the twine'"

I gazed at the drawstring of the black silk pants. With trembling hands I reached out and pulled the ends. Colleen's pants once again met the floor, this time without shame.

I ran her hands up the back of her thighs and felt the tight buns that fit perfectly in my hands. "God, you are so smooth, so taut."

Colleen bent and placing her hands under my arms, pulled me to a standing position. She then bent and caught the hem of my dress in her hands, lifting it as she straightened. With one motion, she moved it up, over my head and let it fall on the couch.  

Her eyes roamed my nearly nude body, with only a sheer fabric providing slight cover.

"You're beautiful, Sharon, I hope you know that."

I blushed, sending a crimson flush down my chest and onto my breasts. Colleen kissed my neck and slowly worked down to my breasts, covering each with light caresses. I almost swooned with the sensation. Colleen slipped a finger under each strap and eased them off my shoulder. Kissing my mouth, she reached behind and undid the clasp. Stepping back, the bra came free.

Colleen took a half step back to better admire my nude upper torso.

She kissed my right breast, and used her tongue to tease the nipple into stiffness. "Since the first moment I saw you in the office, I wanted to have these breasts. I wanted them to be mine to taste, tease, torture and savor."

I shivered with the pleasure of Colleen's touch of tongue and fingers. "I hate my stretch marks, they make my tits too ugly."

Colleen laughed. "You are crazy, girl. These are beautiful. I don't think I could ever get enough of them."

I pulled Colleens face tight to my chest, and offered a low sigh of thanks, speaking into the fragrant blond hair.

I then unbuttoned the last two fasteners on Colleen's blouse and pulled it off her. I could see the erect nipples practically bursting from the silk of the camisole. I quickly pulled it over Colleen's head and stared at the perfect breasts, I only briefly glimpsed before, but had masturbated to in memory all week.

Tentatively I reached for them, marveling at their warmth, softness and firmness. I played with each nipple until Colleen squirmed under my touch. Bending over, I pressed my lips against the nipple on the left breast, then opened my mouth to take it in. With my tongue I sensed the miniscule bumps along the erect point, and then, opening my mouth wide, took in the entire. I sucked softly, while flicking the nipple with my tongue.

"Jesus, that feels good," exclaimed Colleen. "Are you sure you never did this before, because I am creaming right now."

Pulling my mouth away and freeing the small, precious mound, I smiled and looked into Colleen's eyes. "First tit ever, I swear it. But, I know I want some more." I began to move in again, when Colleen grabbed my hand and said, "Follow me."

We ran into the bedroom, and Colleen flung back the covers. We fell onto the soft sheets in an embrace. Kissing and exploring each other's breasts with our hands, we rolled back and forth.

Colleen then started kissing her way down my body. After paying due attention to my breasts, she thoroughly savored my navel, and brought her lips to the top band of my panties.

"Moment of truth, babe. Once these are off, we are officially lovers," proclaimed Colleen as she ran her fingers underneath the band, letting her tips brush over the top of my pubic region.

"Then fuckin' get rid of them," I cried out.

Colleen tugged the sheer underwear down as I lifted my hips to free them. She spread my legs, kissed her way up one thigh, then the other. She soon arrived at the point where no woman had been before.

With first her fingers, then her tongue, Colleen caressed all of my sex, bringing the clit to engorgement, then licking it to bring me to the edge.

Sensing my nearness to a climax, Colleen backed off and eased one finger inside. I was mumbling something incoherent to Colleen and began moving my pelvis in rhythm with Colleen's exploration. After a few delicate probes, Colleen located the g spot and began massaging. I responded with wild thrusts. I grabbed Colleen's hair and pushed her face toward my clit. Colleen needed no more persuasion and started licking the nub as her other hand rubbed the spot inside.

In a minute, I screamed, and clamped my legs around Colleen's head. I tried to pull her face away from my sex, but Colleen just licked harder. A tremor from my toes to head shook me and I cried out, then let the rush of the climax overtake me. With a series of shocks, I finally relaxed my legs and collapsed back into the mattress. Colleen removed her finger, gave one last love kiss to the still tender button that glistened in front of her, and moved up to embrace me.

I fell asleep in another woman's arms. Without knowing how long I was out, I awoke with a start. Colleen was still holding me and looking directly at my face.

"You are so precious when you sleep. You look like a child, no pretense, just soft breaths and parted lips. I had everything I could do to not kiss those lips, but I didn't want to wake you."

Pulling Colleen to me, I said, "Well, I'm not sleeping now."

We kissed for a few minutes. I settled into Colleen's embrace. 

The silence filled the bedroom. Finally, Colleen asked me.

"Regrets? Second thoughts?"

I took a few moments to respond. "Darling, that was the most outrageous, mind-boggling, over-the-top and fulfilling orgasm I have ever had. Regrets? God, my only regret is why did I have to wait until I was 30 to experience sex like this."

"Even if it was with a woman?"

"Yeah, well, I never expected it would be with a woman. But, then again, I never expected to find out that there was sex like this on earth. So, no second thoughts. Just a desire for second helpings."

We laughed heartily and kissed some more.

"Now, Colleen, at the risk of an apprentice preparing to show his work to Da Vinci, I want to take a little journey down south myself. I may not know what I'm doing, but I sure as hell want to get there."

Colleen laughed again. "Well, dear, I love an earnest woman. So, hit the trail, and don't be offended if I provide a little GPS guidance along the way."

I kissed her and then made my way into terra incognita. I enjoyed every step of the way.

Sharon fell silent after relating her story. 

Alice and I put their arms around her and held her tightly between us.

After a long while, Alice spoke softly to her sister. 

"Sharon, that was awesome. God, I never knew. How long did this go on?"

"For about nine months," said Sharon. "Colleen decided to postpone her Mexico trip. I'd tell Chuck I was going to a movie or out with a friend. When he was on a golf weekend, I'd get a babysitter, and Colleen and I would meet for a half day of fun and sex at her apartment. She was so natural, so free, and I loved being with her. She made me feel more of a woman than I've ever felt with Chuck. Weird? I've been married all these years, and it took a woman's touch to light my fire. I never even thought of sex with a woman before."

"So, what now you're gay or bi?" asked Alice.

"No, I think I'm pretty much the same as I was before. Only now, I know what fabulous sex is like. Do I want to be with another woman? Not necessarily, but certainly not opposed to it, either. But, I do miss the rush that Colleen gave me. I'm back to vibrators for my thrills. Chuck is no more interested or capable than he was a year ago, so I guess I'm resigned to a life of no-sex but self sex."

"Maybe we can change that," said Owen as he and Alice snuggled with Sharon



Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 03



(This is the third and final part of the story after Sharon confessed to her affair with Colleen.)

*

Lying in the king-sized bed looking up at the stars through the skylight, the three enjoyed the sexual tension brought on by both nudity and the erotic nature of Sharon's telling of her affair with Colleen.

"Have you thought about an affair?" asked Alice

"You mean like with a man? Perhaps someone like Owen?"

As she spoke she ran her hand up and down my erection.

"Yeah, like that," said Alice, as she, too, rubbed my penis.

"Well, I know this will sound really dumb after what I just told you guys, but I don't know if I could cheat on Chuck. I know you probably think I was cheating on him with Colleen, but I just feel it was different. I mean she didn't have a dick to put in me and maybe I think that's a big difference."

"Really?" said Alice with a skeptical tone. "What do you think Chuck would say? Do you think he would feel that you cheated on him by screwing another woman?"

"Good point, Alice. I don't know. But, you sound so hostile. I thought you would understand. I mean your sex life is no better than mine."

"That's the problem, Sharon. I do understand. And, I'm not hostile, I'm probably pissed. Pissed that you never told me and pissed that you had great sex, while I was in the Sahara Desert of marital relations."

"Sorry, Al, but I was afraid to tell you. Afraid you would judge me, or think I was a tramp or something. I mean I felt fine being with Colleen, but I did hold back on you."

"Ladies, I am totally into this story, and I mean totally," I said, "but you, two, are driving me crazy."

Both women exchanged a glance and looked down at their hands moving up and down my erection standing straight up.

"Oh, I see,"" purred Alice. She touched the head with her fingers and then slid them down the hard shaft.

"Me, too," murmured Sharon. "I can see the little heady thing now." Tentatively she reached out, and stroked me. I placed my hand on top of hers and squeezed, signally she did not have to use such a light touch. She responded by firmly grasping my erection and stroking up and down.

"Can you believe this, Sis?" quizzed Alice. "You and I stroking the same cock, and it belongs to neither Bruce nor Chuck. Amazing."

"Sure is," agreed Sharon, "and it's long and hard. God, I forgot such things existed." She leaned over and placed a light kiss on my tip. Alice gasped at the gesture, but then, too, joined her sister. She took my tip into her mouth, and ran her tongue around it, pushing slightly into the opening.

"Ladies, that feels better than I can express. But, let's take a break. I think our desires are running way ahead of our common sense. "

Sharon nodded and then put her lips next to Alice's and they both licked my shaft. Sharon spoke between nips at my engorged member. 

"Ok, but I think this is pretty fuckin' amazing."

"Amen, sister, amen," rejoined Alice.

"All right, one last one for the Gipper," mugged Sharon. She opened her mouth and took my length inside her. Using her tongue as an added stimulus, she worked her head up and down several times. Coming back to my tip, she just teased it with her tongue. Now, Alice joined her. Their tongues touched and then they kissed, deeply and tenderly. Moving apart Alice took the whole of me. She too ended with a tonguing of my tip, and once again the two women worked together, and once again, they ended with a kiss and an exchange of tongues.

"See, Alice, the stars are still in the firmament," teased Sharon.

"Yeah, but I much rather kiss this gorgeous cock than you, no offense meant."

"None taken, sweetie. And, I agree. Besides, I'm not trying to seduce you. Well, not too much." 

They laughed, but the women kept their hands on me.

"Really, I am so turned on and you are killing me,' I said. "At least let me give back something."

The women looked at me, then Alice asked, "Like what?"

"Like this." I pulled Alice's head toward me and kissed her deeply. She responded and I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into hers. She moaned and kissed back with her tongue. We kissed passionately for several minutes, then I gently broke free.

Turning my head toward Sharon, I kissed her. She, at first, held back, but then responded with passion and aggression. I then turned back to Alice and we again kissed. As we were exploring each other, I felt a mouth on my penis. I moved my head from Alice, and we both looked down to see Sharon licking, kissing and sucking my hard member.

"Let me taste you, Alice," I whispered.

She rose on her hands and knees and straddling my chest with her knees moved up until her sex hovered above my face. I placed my hands on her cheeks and pulled her down onto me.

As my tongue plunged in, Alice let out a cry. Sharon stopped her ministrations and looked up to see her sister with her eyes closed, rubbing her breasts and licking her lips. Sharon moved up on the bed, keeping her hand on my erection, but now watching as Alice ground her pussy hard against my face.

Sharon reached out and took one of Alice's hands and brought it to her lips. She lightly kissed her palm and then pressed it against her cheek. Alice smiled, said nothing, but moved Sharon's hand to her tit. Sharon fondled her breast and tweaked the nipple. Soon, Sharon saw Alice tighten, then with a scream, Alice arched her back, clamped her thighs and mashed her hand on top of Sharon's that was still teasing her nipple. 

Her climax ebbing, Alice collapsed on the bed. Sharon leaned in and kissed me, tasting her sister on my still wet lips and face. 

"How about me?"

I smiled and rolled her onto her back. I lifted her behind and slipped a pillow underneath. I kissed my way to her dark triangle and spreading her lips with my fingers, licked the red nub pushing out of its hood. Sharon's groan told me all I needed to know, and I soon was inching her closer to the edge. 

Alice put her arms around Sharon, and kissed the top of her head as her sister lifted her pelvis higher and pushed it harder into my face. Alice began to lightly run her finger tips over the erect nipples of her sister-in-law. Sharon responded with a deeper groan. Alice then used her hands to fondle and squeeze the large breasts lying flat on Sharon's chest. As I continued to use my tongue on Sharon's clit and extend it deep inside her canal, Alice moved her lips to a nipple and planted a soft kiss. Sharon reacted with such a twitch that I looked up. I saw Alice move to the other breast and tease the nipple with her tongue, then take a good part of it into her mouth. Knowing she was rapidly closing to a climax, I slipped two fingers inside her and began working her g-spot.

Sharon squirmed and then went stiff for a few seconds, finally calling out "Yes" and pushed harder into my head between her legs. A series of tremors racked her body and she lay back, covered with sweat.

We lay entwined on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

Awakening an hour or so later, we looked at each other and were overcome with a severe case of the giggles.

"Well, Holy Shit, I never thought this night would end like this," opined Sharon.

"Who said it's ended," offered Alice.

"What do you mean?" said Sharon.

"I mean we've come this far and by the looks of Owen he still has a ways to go. I mean let's fuck."

Sharon rose up on her elbow. "Are you serious?"

"Serious as shit, babe. Look, as far as I'm concerned, I've already crossed a line. And, you know what, I don't feel a damn thing. I think that my body has been aching for so long, that the pain has driven all other feelings away. I want sex, hell, I need sex. As far as cheating on Bruce. Well, I was not ever going to say this, Sharon, but I have more than a strong feeling that the twins have been having their fun on some of these weekends."

Sharon did not react as strongly as Alice thought she might.

"So, you think so, too?"

Sharon thought for a minute. "Well, there have been some signs. How did you find out?"

Alice said, "I found a drugstore receipt for condoms in Bruce's glove box one day when I was looking for a tissue. I figured, well, I don't know what I figured, but I put it out of my mind. We don't use them 'cause I'm on the pill and we rarely have sex anyway."

"Then, I saw a text message on his phone one day when he was in the shower and it buzzed. I thought it was probably Chuck and opened it. All it said was looking forward to Saturday. Got lots of toys. The address was mndy. I couldn't make sense of it at first. Then, I remembered that Mindy Horowitz used to talk about sex toys."

"Mindy Horowitz," screamed Sharon. "God, she is a cow. And, she is such a slob."

"Yeah, almost too funny. Here I am busting my ass to keep my ass in decent shape. And, he is fooling around with a 200 pound, bleach blond, loud and messy country club diva."

Sharon shook her head. "Well, if Bruce is banging Mindy, who is Chuck doing?"

"Well, who's Mindy's biggest pal?"

Sharon thought for a moment. "No fucking way! You think Chuck is screwing Holly Mindlebaum?"

"Whenever you see Mindy, you see Holly. And, Holly loved to listen to Mindy talk about her sex toys."

"Yuck, that's as bad as Bruce banging Mindy. Holly is a piece of work. I know I'm no beauty, especially after this last pregnancy, but Holly. God, I think her mustache is heavier than Chuck's."

The woman looked at each other and then burst into laughter. Taking turns pointing out the flaws in the two suspected mistresses, they kept shaking their heads in disbelief.

Settling down, Alice asked. "So, how do you feel about suspecting that Chuck has been cheating on you?"

"Pissed, but also relieved. I mean now I am totally not going to be guilty about Colleen. How about you?"

"Yeah, I was pissed at first. And, I couldn't figure it out. Then I thought about it. I certainly was not going to fight over him with Mindy. I love our son, my job and a good part of my life. If he wants to bump uglies—and I mean really uglies with Mindy, go to it."

The two lay back in silence, with me in between them. I was totally flaccid at this point and wondering where the evening was going.

"Sharon, Alice, what do you want?"

Alice spoke first. "I want us to make love to you. I want each of us to screw and I want the other to watch."

"Sure?"

"Yes, absolutely."

I turned to Sharon, "And you?"

"I want to have my brains fucked out, and I want to watch you fuck Alice's brains out."

We all laughed.

Sharon then spoke seriously.

"Owen, I don't want you to think you have to do this. It's sort of a fantasy, but I'm sure both of us would certainly understand if you didn't want to give mercy fucks to a couple old broads."

"Sharon, I would never think that having sex with either of you would fall into a mercy category. On the contrary, I would find it exciting and wonderful. You are two beautiful and complex women. God, I've already imagined what it would be like to have sex with you."

"But..." prodded Alice.

"But, two things. First, I would want to be sure this is what you both really want and not just some impulse that you will regret later. And, second, I don't want to be just the cock that was around when you needed it."

"Shit, Owen, I am so sorry," gushed Sharon. "Here we were thinking about ourselves and never even thought how you would feel. God, we are behaving so badly. You must forget what we just said. Alice, come on, we need to get back to our place."

"Wait, now you're overreacting. I didn't think you wanted me just for my cock, but I think you, two, are thinking with your pussies, if I may coin a phrase. Although I would enjoy the experience, I want to know we all would agree it was a smart move when we looked at it in the morning."

We remained silent for a while. 

Alice broke the mood.

"Owen, you are a good and decent guy. But right now, I want to see if you are as good a fuck as I hope you are."

Sharon spoke softly.

"We've both described the pathetic state of our love lives. The fact that both our husbands are cheating on us does not come as a surprise. Actually, I am sort of relieved. I was feeling guilty that I stopped giving him blow jobs. That was the extent of our sex life. He never in all our years of marriage went down on me, but I, the dutiful wife, was quite loyal about sucking that ridiculous excuse for a cock. When we stopped screwing completely, I felt I was not living up to my wifely duties. So, I would give him a blow job. In the past six months, I just couldn't bring myself to do it anymore. He never made a move or asked me about it. So, our sex life just faded into black. If it weren't for my vibe and fingers, I would have no sex period.

"So, now here we are. Nowhere either of us expected to be this morning. Well, not really. I confess that when we talked about meeting up with you and Anne Marie today, I dreamed about how good you looked naked, and I fantasized about having your nice big cock inside me. Earlier, seeing it and touching it hard made me wetter than I have been in a long, long time."

"Maybe since Colleen," offered Alice.

"Yeah," said Sharon, "you're right. And, God, did she make me wet. I have never, ever experienced orgasms from oral sex like that. Actually, I think it was the only time I came that way—before tonight. So, being turned on by you, Owen, got a lot of things going besides my juices. It got my mind moving in a whole new direction. Then after confirming what I suspected about my husband, I figured what I really want right now is sex. I want to feel a big, stiff cock inside me, I want to feel a man's hands on my tits and ass. I would want to have a man's tongue between my legs. In other words, I want it all."

Sharon giggled and added, "I assume there are condoms here."

I pointed to the drawer of the nightstand.

Sharon reached for the drawer and said over her shoulder.

"Alice, dear, would you give Owen a nice blow job to get him ready?"

"My pleasure," she replied as she bent to the task. 

Watching Alice's mouth move to my limp dick, filled me with anticipation. She looked up at me and we both smiled. Lifting it gently, she put her lips around my head and slowing took me in her mouth. In a minute I was as hard as I had been all night. Sharon ripped open a packet and after watching her sister work my hard-on, joined her in licking and sucking my cock. After a minute or so, she pulled off and guided Alice's mouth from my cock to her own mouth. They kissed softly and then Sharon unrolled the condom onto my erection. 

"Alice, this may not be the time to say this," said Sharon, "but you are fantastically sexy. Before when I touched your breast and you touched me, and kissed my nipple, I was in ecstasy. So, having you watch me fuck Owen is just blowing my mind. And, feel free to lend a hand whenever the spirit moves you."

The women looked at each other, kissed on the lips, and Sharon climbed on top, positioning her sex at my tip. Alice grabbed my shaft and rubbed it back and forth on Sharon's lips until the wetness began to flow, while she softly rolled Sharon's clit in her fingers. She eased a finger inside Sharon and used the wetness to lubricate my erection. Sharon then slowly eased down, capturing all of me inside her.

"Ooh, this feels so good. Owen your prick just fills me up."

She began riding me, slowly at first, but building in tempo.

Alice moved her mouth to mine and probed deeply with her tongue. 

"Sit on my face so you can look at Sharon."

Alice straddled my head, lowered her hot and moist pussy to my mouth and moaned as I thrust my tongue deep inside her. I sensed her hands leaving my chest and moving toward Sharon. Raising Alice enough so I could move my head, I peered around to see the women with their arms around each other's necks watching as each enjoyed deep sensual pleasure.

I moved back and started licking, sucking and probing. Alice responded by grinding harder against me and murmuring.

Sharon spoke to say she was getting close. I stopped my attentions to Alice, and eased her off me. I sat up and kissed Sharon passionately. She returned the kiss, fueled by the building orgasm and the taste of her sister on my lips and tongue.

I flipped her over on to her back and slipped her legs over my shoulders. Now I could reach deep inside her. With long, quick thrusts, I pounded her, evoking groans and accompanied by the slurping sound of aggressive sex. 

Alice fondled Sharon's breast and tweaked her nipples and next reached behind me to cup my balls for a second. She released them and I enjoyed the sensation of having them bang against Sharon. 

Sharon's breathe quickened and she moved her head back and forth breathing through her mouth.

Finally, I felt her clinch my prick with her vagina as a quiver overtook her body. She screamed and let the orgasm take her.

I pounded two or three more times and then eased her legs down onto the bed, resting my weight on my elbows. I slowly withdrew, enjoying the pull of her pussy. I slid down, lifted her ass and plunged my tongue as far as I could into her soaking opening. She cried out and tried to push my face away.

I ignored her effort and began working my tongue all over her swollen clit. She stopped trying to push me away and started pulling me harder against her pussy. I worked her with my tongue and finally inserted two fingers, one finding her g spot. With tongue and finger I moved her once more to the edge and then stopped. She moaned and begged me to keep going. Sensing her need, I licked and fingered her until she screamed three times and clamped her thighs hard against my head, while a gush erupted from her pussy.

Alice had been playing with herself watching us, and when she saw the liquid shooting from Sharon she reached over and touched her sister's pussy feeling the warmth move across her fingers. My hand was now out and Alice rubbed Sharon's lips and softly caressed her clit with her thumb. Sharon groaned and opened her eyes to see Alice's hand between her legs. She nodded, and Alice slipped a finger inside to explore the hot and wet spot. After some gentle probing, she gently withdrew and planted a tender kiss on Sharon's still swollen clit.

Sharon smiled and closed her legs, trapping Alice's hand in a warm and damp grip. 

After a few moments, Alice pulled away. She looked at her wet fingers. I took her hand and licked one finger clean, savoring the sweet juices. I moved the other finger to her mouth. Hesitantly, Alice opened and I guided it inside. She licked her finger clean of her sister's orgasm.

The three of us lay on the bed, Sharon nestled between us.

Finally, she spoke.

"Unbelievable. That's all I can say. I hope you have something left for Alice."

We all laughed. Alice had been looking at my still erect cock.

"Sweetheart, you are not going to believe this, but I do not believe Owen came."

Sharon opened one eye and stared at me. "No way."

I shrugged and said, "Don't worry, it's not a reflection on you. I often last through two or three big O's with Anne Marie."

"Alice, are you still game?" asked Sharon.

Alice quietly nodded.

Sharon got up and peeled the condom off me. I was going to tell her that it was good, but I realized she had another purpose.

She took me deep in her mouth and sucked me.

After working me for a minute or two, she broke free.

"I wanted that cock in my mouth since I felt it in my pussy," she said. "It is better now than I imagined."

She dried me with the sheet and then rolled on a new condom. 

I looked at Alice and asked, "Any requests?"

She turned red and said, "Thank god Sharon is also my best friend, or I could not say this. Doggy style."

I smiled and bent over to kiss her. I worked my way down her body, pausing to savor her breasts and her already wet pussy. I made eye contact with Sharon. She got the message, and joined me as we both kissed Alice's clit and wet, swollen lips. Alice growled like a wild animal.




Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 03



Next I rolled Alice onto her stomach and lifted her by her hips. She rested her head on a pillow. Sharon lightly rubbed her back and each cheek.

I bent and spreading her legs, did a bit of oral from behind. Alice responded quickly and moved her butt back and forth in rhythm with my tongue. I then knelt behind her and placed my tip at her lips. Grabbing her hips, I eased my way inside her. She gasped and I pushed the final inch.

Slowly at first, but building both force and tempo I fucked her from behind. She rose up on her elbows and then on her hands, pushing her ass back toward me. The sounds of sex filled the bedroom.

Sharon reached in to fondle and then steady Alice's breasts as they swung fiercely from the thrusting. 

After about five minutes, she cried, "I'm coming."

I rammed her hard and long, and she shrieked and pushed so hard against my groin that I thought my dick would come out her mouth.

She ground against me and I felt the tremors of her orgasm. I, too, was close but had not climaxed.

Alice asked if I came.

I said not yet.

"Take off your condom and fuck my ass," she pleaded.

Sharon took in air and I pulled out.

"Serious?" I asked.

"God, yes. I want your cock in my ass and I want you to come in me."

I pulled off the condom and reached over to the bedside table. In the drawer I grabbed a tube of lube. I dipped my fingers between Alice's legs. With some of the ample drippings, I covered my fingers and began to lube her anus with her own juices. I looked at Sharon and motioned her to give me her hand. I put a generous dab of gel on her fingers. She tentatively moved them toward the exposed pink opening of her sister. She rubbed the lube around the opening and then pushed inside the tight sphincter and moved it back and forth, forcing more lube in with each plunge, evoking tiny mewing sounds from Alice. 

Alice called over her shoulder, "Is that you Sharon?"

Sharon confirmed it was.

"Oh, God, that feels so good. I am really turned on. Can you rub my clit, too?"

Sharon reached her free hand between Alice's legs and gently manipulated her sister's clit. Alice responded by rotating her ass, pushing against Sharon's finger still insider her anus and bearing down on her finger touching her sensitive nub.

Sharon removed her finger and nodded to me. She also took her finger away from Alice's clit, evoking a sad groan from her.

I placed my tip at her rosebud and asked again if she wanted this.

"Yes," was her throaty response.

I pushed, feeling initial resistance, and then popped through. I slowly worked it in and out until I could feel my pubic hair pushing against her cheeks. 

I kept a steady pace, sensitive to any reluctance on Alice's part. She in turn responded with growls and pelvic thrusts. I picked up the speed and was going hard when I felt the first tickle in my balls.

I said I was going to come.

"God, can you hold for a couple more seconds, I'm coming, too."

I slowed and Alice cried again with a deep howl and I drove deep one last time.

My eruption took me by surprise by its intensity. I shot two times while yelling, "Yes, yes!"

Sharon said, "Let me see you come."

I pulled out, eliciting a groan from Alice, and stroking my shaft shot two more times across Alice's ass and back. I dribbled a few drops and then sat back on my haunches. 

Sharon bent and licked my ejaculation from her sister's body, letting her tongue slide down the crack in her ass and tonguing some drops seeping out.

Alice fell forward on the bed, totally spent. Sharon lay beside her and took her in her arms.

I eased off the bed and went to the bathroom where I cleaned my semi-erect penis.

I returned with a damp washcloth and cleaned Alice's back, Sharon's finger that lubed her sister and then climbed in behind Sharon. Soon, the three of us were asleep.

I awoke about an hour later to find myself alone in the bed.

The women's voices echoed downstairs and soon I heard them climbing the stairs and giggling.

They appeared in their glorious nakedness holding a tray with a bottle of wine, glasses and a bowl of M&Ms.

We drank and snacked in silence for a bit.

"So...?" I asked.

"So, what?" Alice said.

"So, are we ok?"

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"We are so fuckin' Ok it's fuckin' unbelievable," yelled Sharon.

"And, that's from someone who never says fuck," added Alice.

We kissed and hugged.

Sharon looked at us and shook her head.

"What," prompted Alice.

"It's..., it's nothing, really."

"Come on," I urged. "There can't be any secrets between us now. Not after this."

"Well," said Sharon, "I can't believe we did this. It is totally mind blowing. I am not regretting it, so don't think that. But, to have sex, have sex with a man I just met, have sex while my sister watches, and, ..., well, ..., it's unbelievable."

"What are you leaving out," I pushed.

"Well, ok, don't take this the wrong way. But, I can't believe I saw you fuck Alice in the ass. That was incredible."

"Are you shocked and disgusted?" asked Alice.

"Hell, I'm shocked and blown away. I never knew you liked it that way."

"Well, I only did it once that way. And, it was in college and, true confession time, with my roommate. She wore a strap-on. It sent me to another planet. Then, when I got married and tried to get the old boy to come in through the back door, it was like I was a dirty, whore or something. He was so put off, that I never asked again."

"Wow," said Sharon, "but wait a minute. I thought you said you never made it with a woman."

"Sharon, I was afraid to tell the truth. Remember, this was before you told us your story. After hearing how you and Colleen were together, I felt like I should have said something, but the moment had passed. Actually, technically I never did make love with another woman—meaning that I never ate a girl's pussy, but I guess that I was physically involved one time. 

"My roommate, Mary, was totally bi, bordering on lezbo. She wanted to have sex with me and kept asking me. I was not interested and kept telling her so. I told her I liked something hard. She told me she had just the thing. When she pulled out the strap-on, I almost fainted. 

"We talked about it for weeks. Finally, I confessed to this fantasy about having anal sex. I had read an erotic novel that involved lots of anal sex and I sorta' got fixated on it. She said anything I wanted.

"So one night, we finished about half a bottle of tequila. I let her undress me. So, she grabbed some boob and rubbed my snatch. I did not let her get a finger inside and I would not kiss her down there or put my finger inside her. She got naked and played with herself as I watched. I got a little turned on and played with myself. Mary really liked that. 

"When we both had worked ourselves into a nice frenzy, she donned the strap-on. I got into the doggy position and she took some K-Y and lubed my ass. I got wet with just her finger going in and out. Then she fucked me with it. She did finger my pussy a little while she was screwing my ass, but it was too difficult and she stopped. I came and came. She tried to eat me afterward, but after a couple licks, I wouldn't let her go further.

"Mary wanted this to become a regular event, but I said it was a once in a lifetime thing. She was bummed but, agreed. She did convince me to continue our masturbation sessions, each watching each other. That was fun and I got off a lot on it. We both got vibrators and that was wild. I let her use hers on me a couple times, and once I got her off with mine. 

"After about a month of mutual masturbation sessions, I let her fuck my ass again. Well, that sort of broke the barrier and we did it about a bunch times. After the third time, I was still so turned on when she finished ass-fucking me, that I didn't stop her when she tried to eat my pussy. For the last three or four times, I'd come from the strap-on and then come again with her tongue on my clit. I stopped when I began dating a guy. We still did occasional jerk off sessions for fun, but no more strap-ons and no more oral. She found a girl and we just sort of stopped having sex sessions. We stayed great friends, but no more sex.

"So, since then, I've wanted another anal fucking. And, Owen, this was the best. Thank you."

Alice crawled in my lap and kissed me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tight.

"Just don't think I'm a slut."

"I think you are a remarkable woman who is brave enough to say what she wants. And, remember, I came like a freaking fire hose."

Alice kissed me again.

"Now," said Sharon, "there is still one other thing."

"What?" Alice and I said in unison.

"I think Alice and I should give you a proper blow job for being such a great sport."

Alice grinned broadly. Together they sucked me hard and taking turns deep throating me, shared my orgasm, swallowing and licking me clean. 

After that we collapsed in a sex drenched sleep.

The next morning we woke up late and lounged in bed until I had to pee. Coming out of the bath, I found the women snuggled together.

"Stay that way and I'll go make some breakfast."

They smiled and closed their eyes.

In about 45 minutes, I had set the table on the deck with fresh fruit salad, a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, a pitcher of fresh squeezed OJ and a stack of wheat toast.

I called upstairs and encouraged them to come down.

As I was taking the coffee outside, Sharon and Alice made their way through the kitchen. They took one look at the brilliant blue sky and went searching for sunglasses. I donned mine as well since we all were nursing hangovers, both from wine and sex.

They came onto the deck and I stood and watched these two lovely women, naked except for their dark glasses make their way toward me. 

I kissed each one and we sat and dug into the food.

"God, this is the life," uttered Alice as she finished her last piece of bacon, washing it down with coffee. 

Sharon and I nodded.

"No, really. Here we sit having a great breakfast on a perfect day, without a stitch of clothing and all feeling thoroughly and most satisfactorily fucked. I mean, what can get better?"

Sharon laughed and toasted with her mug, I stood and offered my own toast.

"Another day at the beach!"

Sharon and Alice looked at each other. Sharon spoke first.

"Owen, we really should be getting back. We don't want to, but we should."

"Why?" I pushed. "You said your husbands would not be back until well after dinner tonight, your kids are in good hands, and the day is unbelievable. Come on."

They both looked at each other and then Alice said, "Well, we have to call to check on the kids."

"Ok, but make it quick."

They both rose, carried dishes into the kitchen and called to get an update on their children. Being reassured that all is well and that picking them up on Monday morning as planned is still good, they turned to me and Alice said, "Now, where is that sunscreen. But, first, as they say..."

"Yes?" I asked apprehensively.

"Well, we were talking," said Alice, "and before we had a perfect day on to the beach we'd like to have a perfect morning in bed getting fucked."

I howled and said the last one in bed has to watch.

We had another marathon session. To help me get started, as if I needed much help, the ladies faced each other and began masturbating themselves. After a couple minutes they moved toward each other and switched to masturbating each other. I watched in awe as their fingers disappeared in the other's pussy.

I was aching with lust, and I said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. "Kiss each other where you have your fingers."

They looked at me, then at each other and finally at their fingers buried deep in each other's pussy. With a sly smile, Sharon kissed Alice on the lips, the tits and finally began giving her oral. Alice writhed under her sisters attention and after a few minutes pushed her away, pleading, "No, I don't want to come yet. Let me do you. This will be my first and I can't imagine ever doing it with anyone else."

Sharon lay back with her legs wide open. Tentatively, Alice moved her head to her wet crotch and using her lips placed tiny kisses around her vulva. Sharon made encouraging sounds and then asked her to lick her clit. Slowly, Alice extended her tongue to the swollen button and moved it back and forth. Sharon responded so fiercely that Alice grew more adventurous. She licked in Sharon's slit and finally pushed her tongue inside. Sharon squealed and Alice lost all inhibitions. She moved her tongue back and forth between the clit and her vagina. Sharon, too, stopped her short of an orgasm.

They turned to me and took me by the hands pulled me between them. With an aching boner, I moved between them. I made love to both women, responding to their request to switch my cock back and forth from their pussies until they each came. I gave each another orgasm orally, and enjoyed another tag-team blow job that ended with them sharing my load and slipping their tongues down each other's throats.

I rested for a while and with their help worked up another erection. Wearing a condom, I entered Sharon and drove deep and hard. She screamed and came hard. Once more, I pulled off the condom, lubed her ass and plowed into Alice. She, too, was on the edge in just a few minutes collapsed back on the bad having come with a loud scream.

We slept, cleaned up and piled in my car.

We arrived at our spot a little after noon and spread two blankets, set the umbrella, and stripped.

I was walking around gathering rocks to hold down the edges of the blankets. As I set the last one in place, Sharon spoke up.

"Owen, you are so beautiful walking around nude. You seem so unaffected by your nakedness. We both love your body. The way your stomach flexes when you reach for something, the tightness of your butt, the muscles in your legs, and, of course, your lovely, lovely dick. We cannot get enough of just watching you."

I smiled and took a slight bow.

"And, I am enthralled by your beauty, ladies."

Alice guffawed, "Cut the bullshit, Owen. We saw Anne Marie. Now, that is beautiful."

"True," I said. "But, why must there be such a narrow concept of beauty. I am honestly turned on by each of you, and by both of you."

Sharon put in, "Right, we are such super model types."

"Look, did last night and this morning not mean what I thought it did?" I asked. "Was it not a journey of wonderful exotic and erotic pleasures? Do you think that was just a sham? Come on, I was turned on and still am."

The two women did not reply.

"Look, what's really going on here? Is this a bit of morning regret for last night?"

Each remained silent for a while, finally Alice spoke.

"Owen, this morning when you were showering after we were all in bed again, Sharon and I talked. Yes, we are feeling some regrets, but mostly we are feeling foolish."

"Why?"

"Because, a couple of practically over the hill women have no business thinking that a young guy like you could really be into us. Besides, where does it go from here? We go back to our less than happy lives and you go back to Anne Marie. Yeah, we know, you told us that before we screwed your brains out, but it still doesn't make us feel any less stupid."

I let their words sink in. I continued to look at them sitting across from me and wondered how they could not think I didn't find them attractive.

"I can understand what you are saying, but all I can say is last night and today are among the best experiences in my life. First of all, you are not over the hill. You are four or five years older than I am. You two are fantastic. I can't tell you not to feel guilty, but I can say that I believe what we shared was real, honest and true. I would repeat any of it in a heartbeat."

"So you don't think of us as two hopeless klutzes?"

I crawled over and opened my arms. They fell into me and we all kissed. 

"Besides," I said, "from what I witnessed last night, maybe the two of you can help each other with easing sexual frustration."

They looked at each other, smiled and kissed. Sharon said, "We'll see."

Alice added, "Yeah, we'll see. I seem to have found a new taste that I like."

Sharon smiled and kissed her once again.

Then each woman let her hand rest on my sex, which immediately responded.

"Wow, I guess you guys really are cool."

We broke apart to see Kelly standing in front of us.

We sat back and looked up at her, all of us at a loss for words, although both women's hands remained in my crotch, wrapped around my erection.

"Well," Kelly said, "can I join you guys or what?"

I stood and said sure and reached for her hand. She stared at my erection and instead of shaking my hand, she shook the thing pointed right at her. We all laughed and she said, "I love the feel of wood in the morning." More laughs followed.

She undid her top and dropped it. Then slide her bottoms down. I always find it exciting to watch someone strip. Even though I saw Kelly naked yesterday, watching her undress in front of us was a turn on.

She knew I was watching and smiled. She sat down, and in the process exposed her pussy. 

"So, did I like just interrupt something?" she asked.

"Of course not," said Sharon in a rush.

"Really," said Kelly. "'Cause it sure looked like the two of you were getting a good feel of Owen's business and each of you was kissing the other. I know I'm just a lowly college kid, but that sure looked like the start of a three-way."

We all exchanged glances, trying to read each other's reactions behind our sunglasses.

"Let's just say," I offered, "that we are physically relaxed around each other."

"Wow," Kelly laughed, "that's a new term for a group grope. Well, anyway that's cool, especially since Owen and Sharon are married."

Again we looked at each other.

"What?" asked Kelly.

Sharon told her the truth about us just meeting and that when Kelly caught us being playful in the water, we went along with her supposition that we were married.

"Ok," she said. "I get it. So, what happened that you three are what's the term? Oh yeah, 'physically relaxed.'"

Alice laughed and said, "Let's leave it at we were extremely physically relaxed for most of the night?"

"Awesome," offered Kelly.

"So, how about you? Any luck last night?"

Kelly laughed and said it was a hell of a story, if we were interested. We all eagerly said we were, and she began.

"Well, walking back to the other kids yesterday, I told Timmy he was cool and that I liked putting the lotion on his boner. I also told him I knew he was hot for Cheryl and that she dug him. It seemed to be news to him. Sometimes I wonder if guys get any of the signals women send.

"Any way, he wrapped the towel around them and we made it back to where our friends were. They all had heard from Jake that we were skinny-dipping with you guys and they wanted all the details. I left out the really good parts, if you know what I mean, but gave them a good overview of our afternoon.

"We decide to get going. Timmy asked how he was going to get dressed. I tossed a towel to Cheryl and told her to stand facing Timmy, extending the towel in front of him. I stood behind him, and before he knew what was happening, slid my arms around his waist and pulled back his towel. He was now facing Cheryl completely exposed. She gasped and stared right at his body.

"Timmy looked at her looking at him and then I heard, Cheryl say 'Oh, my.' I peeked around and saw that he had a big hard-on.

"I cried out, 'Timmy's got a boner.' The other girls, Mary and Annie, jumped up and looked inside the little towel fence we had formed. Timmy is trying to get a leg into his shorts and almost falling over. He backs into me and I prop him up. By this time Jake has joined us and we are all taking in his excited state.




Sun, Sand & Seduction Ch. 03



"Mary, who is wild with masses of red curls and a wicked body, says, 'Timmy, where have you been hiding that pretty thing?' Annie, who is tiny and pixie-like with short hair and a boyish figure, adds, 'Nice rod, dude.'

"Cheryl, in the meantime, is looking like a little lost girl, but still staring at his boner. Finally, he is able to pull on his shorts. Mary tells him to be careful not to catch anything in the zipper. He doesn't but the boner is so obvious in his pants. 

"We pack the rest of our stuff and head for the parking lot. We are all staying in two of those tiny cabins along the way out to P'town. The guys have one cabin and the girls the other.

We stopped and got beer and tons of snacks. We piled into our cabins and said we'd get back together in the guys' room after showers.

Those cabins are so small that there was no pretense of modesty. Soon the four of us were naked running in and out of the shower, drying our hair and getting dressed.

Cheryl said that the boys were missing a real show. We all agreed.

I was admiring the other girls' bods. Annie has these tiny boobs with really, really long nips. I don't know if she was turned on, but they were sure sticking out. She goes for the clean crotch look and the total affect is way sexy.

Mary is all curves and boobs. She keeps her red bush trimmed, but it still looks wild.

Cheryl, well, I think Cheryl is beautiful. Blond, fantastic tits and ass, and a sweet blond bush. We are roommates, and to be honest, sometimes a little bit more. Anyway, it was a turn-on watching us all prance around naked.

Meeting in the guys' cabin we opened the beers and dug into the snacks. We decided we needed pizza. Jake and I drove to a place we saw on the way and brought back three trays. When we returned, we knew that more beer was consumed in our absence and we did our best to catch up.

Needless to say we were well buzzed by the time the pizza was eaten. As with a bunch of drunk college kids, we immediately decided to play games. Finally, we got around to truth or dare.

We used a bottle to spin and identify the person to be given the choice. Whoever spun the bottle got to ask for a choice between truth or dare. Then the one who did the challenge got to spin and so on. If someone refused to do either, they had to strip and run around the cabin.

Anyway, after a couple geeky rounds of truths about the first time we did it, Mary spun and it landed on Jake. 

He said dare and she licked her lips. 

"Well, we saw Timmy's boner today. I want to see how yours compares."

The room went quiet. We all wondered what Jake would do, and, I think the girls realized that the guys would be looking for pay back.

Jake finished his beer and looked at Tim, who just shrugged.

"What the fuck," Jake said "but we have to change the rules."

"What?" demanded Mary.

"From now on, there are only dares. Agreed?"

The four girls looked at each other. I said "Ok by me." One by one the others nodded.

Jake stood. He unzipped his shorts and dropped them and his boxers in one move. Standing in front of us he was naked from the waist down.

His prick was a lot thicker than Timmy's and bent to the right. I was fulfilling a fantasy looking at him.

Getting in to it, he turned and flexed his ass. This prompted the girls to hoot. Annie sitting next to him gave him a slap on his bare butt, eliciting more whoops. Mary was emboldened and grabbed his dick and spun him back around.

Jake sat back down, obviously deciding not to put his clothes back on. With a wolfish look and now a nice semi-erection, he picked up the bottle and spun it. It pointed to Annie.

"I dare you to kiss Mary," he said.

The girls all said "Yuck" in unison.

Then, Jake added, "on her bare tits."

Mary glared at Jake and muttered, "Prick."

Jake lifted his member and waved it at her and said, "For sure."

Mary hesitated. I urged her to go ahead.

"Easy for you, Kelly, you still have a shirt on," she hissed.

Laughing, I said, "Hey, guys."

Timmy and Jake looked at me as I lifted my t-shirt and gave them a bare tit flash.

Mary had to laugh and said, "Oh, what the fuck."

She peeled off her shirt and undid her black bra, exposing her full, round breasts with large dark areolas and equally dark and erect nipples.

Jake stared at them and asked, "Not that cold in here, Mary. Is it me or thinking about Annie that has those pokies nice and hard?"

"You wish it was you, prick."

Again, Jake waved it and we squealed.

Annie looked like she was going to be sick. Cheryl told her it was no big deal and that we understood it was only a dare.

Slowly she crawled over to Mary and tentatively bent her head to her chest. She moved her lips to Mary's left tit, pulling away immediately.

"Not enough," barked Jake. "That's not a real kiss."

Mary glared at him, but then lifted her boob toward Annie. Annie leaned in again and this time gave the nipple a long kiss, wrapping her lips around the tiny nub and sucked the hard bud into her mouth.

"Fuck, that's not bad," moaned Mary.

"Yeah, not too bad," said Annie softly.

She spun and it pointed to Cheryl.

Annie took a long pull of beer and then said, "I dare you to take Timmy's pants and underwear off." After a pause she added, "And, don't use your hands."

By now we all realized that the stakes were going up quickly and no one wanted to be the one to chicken out. 

Cheryl crossed to Timmy and had him stand. Using her teeth, she undid the button on his shorts, pulled down the zipper, and then tugged them down. She put her face in his crotch, grabbing his boxers by the fly and slowly worked them off. Her effort not only exposed him but gave him a growing boner, as her face grazed his sex more than once.

We were all really drunk by then and I started chanting, "Kiss it, kiss it."

The other girls and Jake joined in and Cheryl slowly put her lips to his tip and lightly kissed it. We all booed and she turned to give us a wicked grin. Turning back to the now stiff member, she licked it up and down his shaft, ending with her mouth taking in most of his shaft. 

We sat in stunned silence. Cheryl finally released him and crawled back next to me. Timmy sat down with his prick sticking straight up and picked up the bottle, "Now," he said, "time to let things get really interesting."

Kelly said that by the end of the night everyone was naked, every girl had made out with every other girl, and the guys had their boners measured, and they had a mini-lipstick party with each girl leaving colorful traces on the guy's dicks.

"So, much for a bunch of horny college kids and some beers," she said with a laugh.

Her story did nothing to alleviate my hard-on, in fact it was now throbbing.

Sharon asked Kelly, "No sex?"

"You mean did I get laid? Sadly, no. We all got so wasted that I don't think we could. About 1:30 we girls crawled back to our rooms. The most exciting part was we were still naked as we scooted to the next cabin. We fell into bed and passed out. The closest to sex was snuggling naked with Cheryl. We actually tried a little mutual masturbation, but we were too wasted and passed out before anything really developed. 

We all rolled out of bed hung over and still exhausted. The other three girls had to work later today and they got up and headed out, along with the guys. I don't have to work until tomorrow, so I thought I'd try my luck and see if you guys were here. My lucky day, I guess."

I looked up and saw some people walking down the beach in our direction. It is not cool to be seen on the beach in an aroused state. I mentioned this and turned onto my stomach.

Kelly took this opportunity to pat my buns and compliment me on my physique.

"Yes, we like it, too," said Alice. She tossed her the sunscreen and told her to give me another coat. Kelly covered my entire back and legs, but spent most of her effort on my ass, running her fingers down my crack and teasing my anus. She slipped her hands between my legs and softly massaged my balls.

We then all took a break and sat, talking about non-sexy stuff. After a while, my erection subsided and I decided to swim. The girls stayed on the blankets. Later I discovered they had quite an interesting conversation. Sharon and Alice filled me in the next time we got together. Kelly was quite an adventurous young lady. Her attitude toward sex, with either guys or girls, had an influence on Sharon and Alice, as they contemplated if their bi-curosity toward each other might actually move forward.

By three o'clock, we all began packing. I pulled on my shorts and t-shirt. Kelly laughed and said, "This is the first time I've ever seen you in clothes. I think I like the naked version better." She reached out and softly stroked my flaccid member.

Sharon and Alice added an "Amen."

In the parking lot, we said our good-byes. 

Sharon and Alice were heading back to their rental to wait for theirs to bring the kids back. We promised to get together again when Anne Marie returned. I extended an invitation to Kelly to join us for dinner in the near future. She readily agreed and we all swapped contact info.

Piling into our cars we went our separate ways. I went back to the house, showered and crashed in the bed. I day dreamed about the erotic adventure of the last day and then fell asleep and dreamed of telling Anne Marie about my adventure and wondering what may lie ahead with her and maybe with her and Trish. I even thought about getting Anne Marie, Sharon and Alice together. Then, I thought, maybe Kelly could join us. 

Hell, a guy can dream, can't he?