3 comments/ 88392 views/ 13 favorites Unconventional By: glendale22 As long as I have been working as a school librarian, I have traveled every August to a convention the state's Education Department sponsors for teachers, administrators, and anyone else involved in schooling. Usually, my husband, Dan, accompanies me on these trips, and for the last eight or nine years, we have been joined by Janice, a Spanish teacher at the high school where I work, and her husband, Bill. We stay a day or two beyond the convention, take in the sights, and eat out. It may not seem like much, but for "thirty-somethings," it has been a break we all look forward to. For our most recent trip, we did not register in time to get into the hotel where all the conferences were taking place and had to get rooms in another hotel a mile or two away, closer to the airport. We drove to the city, so the hotel offered us no added convenience. But it did change our lives and friendships with Janice and Bill. Janice and I had returned from the convention's final meeting on a Friday afternoon. Dan and Bill were in the lounge off the lobby to meet us for drinks before we would head out for dinner. Over drinks, we talked some about the meetings, but mostly we discussed plans for the weekend. We were leaving the lounge to go upstairs to change for dinner when we bumped into a woman I vaguely recognized at the elevator. "Hey! Hi, Marilyn," she said, apparently recognizing me as well. "Are you here for the convention?" "Yes, we are," I answered, and I was about to add that Janice and I had had enough of business and were ready to relax after all the meetings. Before I could go on, though, the woman said, "Great! Here, you'll need these later. Let's be sure to get together there. I know Richard will be pleased to see you." And she put four cards in my hand as she hurried off somewhere. "Who was that? And what are the cards for?" Dan wondered. "That mention of Richard helped. I thought I knew her from someplace. Her name is Rachel, if I recall, and her husband was a classmate when I was in grad school. He was a nice enough guy, just a bit too. . . . well, I don't know how to put it, but I'm pleasantly surprised to learn he's still married to the same woman." "Was that a compliment or not, Dan?" Bill joked. "Sounds like you're not too something or other, and I can't tell if that's good or not." "Dan's just fine for me," I said. "Just? Not great, but just fine?" Janice gave Bill an elbow in the side and then asked, "What about the cards?" I looked at them. They looked like announcements or invitations. I read to the others, "On this side, it says, 'One Pass.' On the other side, it says, 'Meeting for Couples. Products, Demonstrations, Drinks, Dancing—and More! Conference Room and Penthouse Suite.' It's upstairs in this hotel tonight." "More meetings?" Janice wondered. Dan said, "They can't be all that bad if they have drinks and dancing. Can't hurt to take a look. If it's a drag, we'll go." With that, we returned to our rooms. I washed up and exchanged my slacks and sweater for a black dress I liked to wear when we were going somewhere special. Dan was simply switching from a pull-over shirt to one with buttons. Janice and Bill were doing just about the same next door, only her dress, as we would soon see, was burgundy colored. With the weather still so warm, I was glad to see that Janice skipped the pantyhose, like me. Out in the hall, we decided to put off dinner and go upstairs first. After all, if they were serving drinks, we could save a bit on what we might have spent at the restaurant on drinks before dinner. Another couple was on the elevator we caught going upstairs. They didn't say anything, and the woman seemed a bit anxious. We all got off on the same floor at the top, and I lost track of the other couple when Rachel came running up to us. "Good to see you again. I told Richard to look for you, but I don't know where he is right now." I introduced Dan and our friends to her, and she said, "Let me get you name bracelets. You haven't been to our gathering before, have you? I think I would have remembered, and I know Richard would have remembered." "No, we wouldn't be here now but for bumping into you earlier." "Really? Not only newbies, but innocents too? I hope you weren't be too shocked when I gave you the passes. Well, I guess you weren't, or you wouldn't be here. So let me get you some green bracelets. The red ones," she held up her arm to show us hers, "are for the veterans." Rachel hurried over to a table to get the green bracelets and write our first names on them. She was talking and rushing around so fast that I was at a loss about what we were doing there. When I gave a questioning look to Dan, he said again, "Can't hurt to look around." I looked at Janice and Bill. She seemed as bewildered as I, but Bill agreed, "Yeah, no harm in looking around and having a drink or two." Rachel returned with our bracelets, which we put on our wrists, and she said, "Go see all the wares and stuff," and she pointed us down the hall. "I have to stick around here to greet and coordinate some things, but I should be able to see you when the dancing starts. Have fun!" In the conference room, I saw the couple from the elevator. They were among a small crowd watching some demonstration in curtained booth. Dan and I made our way over there. The woman turned to look at me when we approached. Seeing my green bracelet, she held up her own green ID, Lisa, and gave me an odd expression as if to say we were both in over our heads. I clearly understood her expression right away when I could see into the booth. A man wearing only very brief underwear was massaging a woman on a table. That woman was nude except for a little towel covering not quite all of her bottom. As the man worked his hands over her body, he was explaining exactly what he was doing, and a tape with a booklet was available for sale. Janice and Bill joined us. His eyes, like Dan's, were pretty wide. Janice's eyes were just as wide, probably like mine, for another reason. We couldn't believe what we were seeing. Janice gave Bill an elbow in the side. "Watch that they don't fall out and leave you blind." Bill responded, "Can't hurt to look." Dan added, "Like the man said, can't hurt." Janice and I were a bit more concerned than the men were, obviously. "I think this must be some kind of sex convention," she said. Lisa overheard. "You didn't come here for this?" I replied, "We're staying in this hotel, but got the invitations by some kind of mix-up, I think. Do you know what's going on here?" "It's a swingers convention, and I'm not too sure about it myself. My husband, Marty, here persuaded me to try it. I guess you guys are even more unsure than me." Janice asked, "You mean these people will be having sex with one another here?" "Not here, I think. I think this room is just for demonstrations and stuff to sell, and the suite will be just for socializing. But a lot of these people have rooms at the other end of the hall, and they may entertain friends, so to speak, down there." The massage was ending. The woman sat up, showing her breasts, before she put on a robe and left through the back of the booth. Lisa moved on with her husband, saying, "Maybe we'll see you around. I don't know." Dan and I walked further into the room. Another booth had a table with several strange sex toys on display, and a woman in a skimpy outfit was there to offer instructions on their use. Dan joked, "See, she's like you behind the reference desk." Despite Janice's and my nervousness, neither Dan nor Bill was headed for the door. Janice looked at me for help, but all I could say was, "I guess it can't hurt to look around." At that, we laughed. While Dan lingered by the toys booth and Janice looked at a brochure about a resort for adults only, Bill and I moved around the room. At a booth selling lingerie, we were approached by a young woman asking if we would like to volunteer as models for a couples fashion show. "Oh, we're not together," I quickly stated. The woman seemed not to get the relevance of my remark, but Bill held up his arm and mine to show our green IDs. "Not this time," he said, and she seemed to understand him. "We don't have to leave just because we're not part of the show," he said. After a few minutes, two couples did indeed step out from behind a curtain. Both of the men wore little g-strings, one made of leather, the other more of a cotton mesh. You could see plenty, either way. The women's outfits showed more variety. One wore sort of the usual sexy gear, a demi-bra that showed half her nipples, thong panties, and a black lace garter with stockings. The other wore a simple nightgown that came to her ankles, but was so thin as to be completely see-through. "Just think," Bill sighed, "that could have been us up there." This time I gave him the elbow in the side, but I was actually thinking about how I would have looked in that gown, about how I would have looked to everyone there. The thought gave me a shudder that mixed shame with excitement. Janice and Dan caught up with us, and we all toured the entire room. We didn't buy anything, but I was a little surprised to learn that Janice picked up a couple brochures about clothing-optional resorts. When she saw my surprise, she said, "Like the guys say, can't hurt to look." We moved down the hall to the penthouse suite. I had to admit that the people there all seemed nice enough. No one acted in a manner that struck me as forward, much less perverse. The men generally wore sport jackets or dress shirts and slacks, like Dan and Bill, and the women all wore dresses or skirts. Some of these outfits were a little sexy, with a revealing neckline or a raised hem, but nothing you couldn't see lots of places where they wouldn't be out of place. Lisa and Marty were near the bar, and she waved to us. "I think I might need the moral support from other newbies and not just some drinks if I'm going to stay here." "I don't know how moral our support can be under the circumstances," Dan said, "but we'd be happy to talk with you folks and enjoy a drink." So the six of us sat and talked about where we were from and how we came to be there. When Lisa told me that Marty persuaded her to come, I thought he might be the kind of man who takes advantage of a submissive wife. From talking with them, I learned they were not really that much different from Dan and me, or Janice and Bill. They had been married more that ten years, loved each other, but didn't have any thrilling times anymore. Coincidentally, when Marty was talking about why he suggested they try coming to this convention, he spoke in terms of physical pleasures that did not necessarily entail emotional pleasures or commitments, and concluded, "I just figured, if it felt good, it couldn't hurt." Lisa added, "I agree with that, but thinking something and doing something are not the same. I guess I'm testing my courage here." "Love takes courage," Janice said, and we all agreed. Unlike Lisa and Marty, we did not come there with the purpose they had in mind, but none of us wanted to pass judgment on them. In fact, we liked them. Our husbands, I think, understood Marty's desire to spark their marriage without ruining it, and Janice and I understood Lisa's vulnerability. We were interrupted by Rachel, who had Richard in tow this time. She did the introductions all around. I noticed that Richard, while still a good looking man, retained the habit of looking me and other women as if trying to imagine them naked. Even so, he had a nice way of engaging people in conversation too, and he was making us all feel welcome at the party. As they left to chat up other guests, Richard said, "I hope you'll stay for some dancing. It's always good to see more newbies on the dance floor, and with you here," looking at me now, "I'm especially looking forward to it." Then Rachel hesitated a moment, saying, "Oh, I forgot. You're newbies, but you wouldn't have gotten the letter of invitation. It explains about the dance." Richard was pulling her away, and she finally said, "Not to worry. You'll get the idea." I suppose we might have asked Lisa and Marty what Rachel was talking about, but they had gotten up. Dance music was beginning, and they were off by themselves talking, probably about working up some courage. In the center of the suite, conversation groups either moved or broke up into dance partners. Dan stood and offered me his hand. I got up and took it, and Janice and Bill came along too. Moving onto the floor, I asked, "Are we the only ones dancing with our spouses?" Janice said, "I don't know these people, so I can't tell." Then Bill pointed out Lisa and Marty, so we were like at least one other couple. The music was slow and romantic, not at all brassy or loud, which further put us at ease after what we had seen in the conference room. This kind of music might play at a club we would visit for a night out, and these people seemed like an evening crowd we would enjoy being around. Maybe all the others were there to swap sex partners, but we could not have guessed from the atmosphere in this room The change in that atmosphere should have struck me as obvious, but it felt more subtle. For the most part, I kept my head nuzzled against Dan as we moved gently around. Occasionally, I would look at Janice and Bill near us, and I would see other couples, yet nothing really took my attention from Dan and the music. That was true even when I saw this one couple several feet away. The man was lifting his partner's dress in the back and held it above her waist to expose her panties, a skimpy bikini. Dan was looking too, and then Bill and finally Janice saw her as well. The four of us exchanged looks that conveyed no more than simple curiosity. Then we saw another couple with the woman's panties exposed in the same manner, and then another couple, this woman with a thong that left her bottom mostly uncovered. Again we all looked at each other. "Are we missing some kind of signal here?" I asked. "Is that how they show they're willing to be with another couple?" Dan looked around more. "I don't think so. There's Marty pulling Lisa's skirt up in the back." Sure enough, her slender bottom was clearly visible through her thin panties. She had her face buried in Marty's shoulder, unable to look around at the people who were looking at her. "I think I get it," Dan said. "It's the green bracelets." Bill looked around again and agreed. I wasn't paying close attention, I suppose, so I didn't immediately grasp what the green bracelets had to do with the couples. My attention soon focused sharply, however. I felt Dan's hands at the waist of my dress, and his fingers gathered a bit of it up in the back. I lifted my head sharply and looked him right in the eyes. His face was placid, and he said again, "It can't hurt." I held his calm gaze with my anxious look, but when his fingers gathered more of my dress up, I said nothing and kept dancing with him. He must have taken my silence as permission, which I suppose it was, even if I wouldn't have admitted as much at the time. I could feel the cool air on more of my legs and then across my bottom. My panties were rather unexciting, pink cotton cut smaller than briefs but larger than a string bikini. Dan's hands rested on my back just above the waistband, holding the back of my dress up so everyone could see what I wore under it. When I managed to look around me, I first saw Bill smiling at me as he studied my bottom. Then he spun around slowly so I could see that he was holding Janice's dress up enough to show her lace panties. Richard and Rachel passed by, coming from behind me, so he obviously saw my exposed rear. They smiled at us, and Richard quietly said, "Lovely." Janice and I were not exposed that long compared to some others. When the music stopped, the men let go of their partners' clothes, and everyone looked normal again. We did not leave the floor, though. Another piece started to play, and we resumed dancing. Janice and Bill remained next to us, and she admitted, "I guess that didn't hurt. The guys were right." I laughed a bit, but then I saw Lisa and Marty leaving the room. Of course, they might have been taking a break, although it looked like they were leaving the party altogether. As before, I let myself get lost in the music and the swaying with Dan. This time, when he noticed what must have been the next initiating task for the newbies, he did not wait to follow. Once again, I felt my dress being raised in the back. I checked around me and saw Bill lifting Janice's dress also. I also saw a man holding his lady's dress up with one hand while his other hand was lowering her panties in the back. He did not stop until they were at the tops of her thighs and her bottom was bare to the room. Other newbie couples were just waiting to see who would go next, so I could not tell if they would all go that far. If they were wondering the same thing, Dan and Bill seemed willing to take the next step before them. I turned to see Janice's panties partially down over her bottom. Bill was pausing to see what Dan would do. Dan and I looked each other in the eye again, and again I said nothing. With tacit permission, Dan moved one hand to the waistband of my panties. Slipping a thumb inside, he moved it back and forth to work my panties down gradually. He did not pause and kept slipping them down until my bottom was bare and on display. I couldn't look at Bill at first, or anyone else, but I did look at Dan and see a pleasant smile on his face. I squeezed him tighter and then let myself look around. Bill, of course, was smiling widely, and Janice had a contented look now that her bottom was bared as well. I saw more couples getting into the act, baring more skin for all to see, and I saw Richard and Rachel moving in such a way as to keep themselves behind me as much as possible. I smiled at him when I caught his eye away from my bottom for a moment. Janice and I were on the dance floor for probably ten minutes like that before the music ended. This time we sat down between numbers. Janice said, "I think the guys have seen enough for one night. Why don't we get some dinner?" Bill and Dan might have been disappointed. I would not have insisted on leaving, but I also wasn't thinking about what the next dance might have involved, so I was not going to disagree with Janice. On the way out, we were met by Richard and Rachel. "Going so soon?" she asked. "That's okay. Everyone needs to go at their own speed, but I hope you'll come back." Richard said, "Right, don't forget that we'll be here tomorrow night too. Not everyone here will be back, and some will come who couldn't make it tonight, but Rachel and I will be back and looking forward to seeing you if you'd like." We thanked them and left without making any commitments, and that's what we talked about over dinner. Why didn't we simply say we couldn't come back? Dan said, "I'm open to going back tomorrow night. I don't think it would mean we'd have to do anything." Bill agreed, "It can't hurt, like we keep saying. And tonight certainly didn't hurt." "You two are just excited because you got to see some women's bottoms," Janice said. "Don't forget we got to see yours too," Dan replied, and Janice blushed a little. So did I when Bill caught my eye. I knew he was remembering my exposure too. "Okay," I said, "it didn't hurt. I admit it was a bit of unusual fun." Janice had to admit the same feeling, and then she asked, "Was that the most daring thing you've ever done?" Dan and I told them about a canoe float we once took shortly after we married. "The river didn't have that many other people on it that day, and it was taking us past woods and generally deserted areas. We occasionally noticed couples were taking the opportunity to get nude in their canoes. I guess it was tolerated in that part of the river away from civilization. Of course, Dan started trying to talk me into taking off my swimsuit." Unconventional Disclaimer: All the brands mentioned are not mine. Do not sue me. *:*:*:*:* "Izzy, we're ready to start the photo shoot." Izabel Garcia finished fiddling with her already immaculately made up face to the photo shoot's director, Max Ryder, who was standing at the door, waiting for her. "Well then, let's go." She stood beside Max and they walked shoulder to shoulder. Being a model, it was a requirement to be tall and Izabel was just that. Not only was she extremely tall but was also graced with a perfectly proportioned body. Unlike other models, she wasn't waifish but rather curvy and this contributed to her easy rise to success. Everyone insisted she was the next Gisele Bündchen but she disliked the fact that she was being compared to her fellow Brazilian model because, like everyone else, she wanted to make a name for herself. Similar to some models, Izabel didn't think of pursuing the career but when visiting relatives in New York when she was fifteen, she was discovered by a modeling agent who offered her the job and it was encouraged by her mother. She accepted and moved to New York where she trained on how to walk, pose and learn everything she needed to know about the business. She was immediately noticed due to her figure and soon became a runway model and shot photos for designers such as Vera Wang, Giorgo Armani, Fendi, Ralph Lauren and Versace. Her portfolio grew and she was gradually being recognized in the fashion world. Her big break came when she appeared on the June 2007 cover of American Vogue and as soon as it came out, she was flooded with more offers. She did more runway shows as well as becoming the face of designers such as Dolce and Gabbana, Versace, Ralph Lauren, Levi's and Chanel. In addition, she became the new spokesmodel for Estée Lauder. And just recently, she was offered to be one of the Victoria's Secret angels. Hence, the reason why she was here, shooting a PR poster for the Victoria's Secret 2009 Fashion Show which would introduce her as the newest angel. Underneath the robe she wore, she was wearing a very sexy red lace bra and boyshorts. Her dirty blond hair strategically mussed to create the "I-just-got-laid-look" with hazel eyes made up to seduce and lipgloss highlighting her plump lips; she was more than ready. Their set was in an expensive home in the Hollywood hills with a bed placed in front of a glass floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the view. It had rumpled, silk, white sheets which further emphasized the just-got-out-of-bed theme. It was early in the morning and by the looks of it, the photographer wants to use natural lighting due to the small amount of lighting equipment. There was a tall ladder in front of the bed which meant they were taking shots from above. When people noticed her presence, she was immediately greeted by the crew. She looked around for the person carrying a camera – her photographer – but didn't see anyone. "Good morning, Ms. Garcia." a deep, baritone voice greeted her. Izabel looked around but she didn't notice anyone approach her. She turned to Max who pointed to her legs. She looked and there stood a man whose head reached to her hips. She stepped back and looked at the man with wide eyes. "I'm Erik Armstrong," he introduced himself holding out a hand "I'm your photographer for today." She didn't move to shake his hand because she was still in a state of shock. She wasn't prejudiced against those who are affected by dwarfism but it was her first time meeting one in person. Sure, she saw them in circuses or passed by some on the street but this was the first time she actually got to meet one up close. Erik Armstrong was an attractive man with brown hair and eyes. He was also muscular and built like a brick house. Wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans, his muscles were prominent. He looked like the actor playing Angel on Buffy – a show Izabel watched with her cousin to familiarize herself with American culture – whom she always lusted after. Behind her, Max coughed and she started. Erik still had his hand held out, waiting. Izabel blushed and shook it. "I'm sorry, pleased to meet you Mr. Armstrong." "Oh please, call me Erik." He released her hand and gripped his camera which was hanging off a strap wrapped around his neck. "I guess we should acquaint with each other before we start." She agreed and they made their way to some chairs. He told her about his qualifications and his past work and they discussed ideas they had regarding the shoot. He was polite and gentlemanly, letting her speak first and he seemed to consider her ideas, not ignore them like some photographers do. As they talked she observed him more and noticed that she was attracted to the man. He was very handsome with a good personality to match. "Shall we begin?" he asked, when they run out of things to discuss. Izabel nodded and walked towards the bed, removing her robe and laying down on it. There was an audible gasp in the room by people awed by her beauty. She tried to make herself unaware of their stares and forced herself to concentrate on the job at hand. Erik climbed on the stairs for the bird's-eye-view shots and poised his camera. He looked down at her and smiled. "Okay, let's do this." Izabel placed her one hand on her hair mussing it up and draped the other arm over her stomach. She stuck her butt out as well as her breasts forming and S-shape, sliding one leg higher than the other. She turned her head away before looking at the camera. Erik pressed on the shutter and a light somewhere flashed. "Good." "Izabel, why don't you use a seductive smile?" Max suggested from behind a computer. She followed his directions and struck the same pose but this time with a smile. Then she maneuvered her body into a different pose. "Tilt your chin up a little." Erik directed. She did and he took another shot. "Gorgeous." The shoot, as all shoots do, took very long with her striking different poses, angles and facial features. Max and Erik directed and gave suggestions which she followed. Erik went down the stairs and took some photos of her showing the backdrop. Towards the end, Erik told her that she should have fun with the last few frames and he allowed her to make it spontaneous. She did and rolled around the bed, tangling her limbs in the sheets yet still managing to show the underwear. Before doing this shoot, Max advised her to think about her best lover and to react the way she would if they were about to share a passionate night together. She only had one lover and it was her cheating ex, Rick, and he wasn't a very good lover. When the last picture was about to be taken, Izabel looked at Erik and allowed herself to be lost in him. She admired his beauty and thought about what it would be like to feel his hands caressing her body, touching her in places which could make her shiver with pleasure. She wondered how his lips would feel against hers, they looked scrumptious and plump waiting to be devoured. She flushed and realized she was turned on. Immediately, she arched her back, her eyes glazed over, eyelids lowered and lips parted with a gasp as she was overcome with lust. Being the good photographer that he was, Erik took the shot with great timing. "Now, that's perfect." He had no idea. Max announced "it's a wrap people" and Izabel got up from the bed and fanned herself before Brooke, her PA handed her a robe. She stood up and wore it just as Erik approached her and congratulated her for a job well done. Together, they went to where Max was to look at the photos. Two chairs were placed beside each other as Max moved to one side. Erik offered Izabel the middle chair but she hesitated thinking that he might not be able to see but she didn't want to offend him. She took a seat and Erik Followed suit. Max tilted the monitor and flipped through the pictures. As Izabel expected, her pictures went sexier with each frame but the last one was what stood out the most. She flushed at the picture and looked at Erik, waiting for his reaction. His brows were lowered over his eyes in fierce concentration and his gaze was purely professional. Max sat up when they finished looking at the photos and faced Izabel. "Izzy, I say this with no offense but dang, girl the shots got sexier and you looked like you wanted to have sex by the end of that shoot." Izabel flushed and looked at Erik who was smiling. He was more handsome when he smiled like that. "So, have you both decided which photo to use?" the platinum blond director asked. She bit her lip and nodded. "I pick second frame." "I think so too." Erik agreed. Max smiled, "Yeah, It's not too raunchy nor too held-back. Although, that last shot was very seductive and passionate. I guess you followed my tip." The man winked. It was true, the photo was very seductive and she bathed in the light. The sheets reflected the light well and there was a glow surrounding her that can only be created by nature's light. There was contrast between her red outfit and the white sheets which made her stand out. That photo really was the best. Izabel shook her head and laughed. "Yes, I did." Suddenly, Erik stood up. "Well, it was a pleasure working with you Ms. Garcia and I hope to do more projects with you." Izabel smiled and replied. "I enjoyed it just as well." The brunette nodded and pivoted, walking away. Izabel felt a pang in her chest while watching him leave and she didn't know what possessed her when she called out to him. "Wait!" All eyed turned to her and she walked towards Erik who turned and faced her. "Yes?" She halted and fiddled with the belt of her robe, unsure what to say. It was, after all, unexpected and she tried to conjure up something. "Um, well..." Erik looked at her expectantly. A light went on in Izabel's head. "Max and I always share a meal after photo shoots. I just thought maybe you wanted to come? That is, if you're free. I really had fun working with you and I was hoping maybe we could be friends and this could be an opportunity to do so." Erik looked surprised and averted his chocolate orbs, seeming to think about it. After a few seconds, he looked at her again. "I'm sorry but the reason why I immediately left is because I have another shoot to do." Izabel frowned and opened her mouth to speak when Erik continued. "Although, I am very much free tonight and I suppose we could have dinner." Izabel flashed him a smile, "That would be a wonderful." They talked about meeting at a famous seafood restaurant at eight then have cocktails afterwards. During this conversation, Izabel noticed Erik had a twinkle in his eyes which she thought was adorable. She told him she'd tell Max and they parted ways with her left in excitement. *:*:*:*:* The restaurant was filled with diners and Erik waited for the couple in front of him to be led to their seats before approaching the maître d' desk. Typically, the man looked snobbish at first but managed to plant a fake smile on his face. "Welcome to The Cannery Seafood of the Pacific. How can I help you? " Erik didn't bother pasting a fake smile on his face. He knew of these men. "I have a reservation and it's either listed for Garcia, Armstrong or Ryder." The man looked at him in surprise, clearly not expecting him to be the company of such a gorgeous woman like Izabel. "Ah, Ms. Garcia is already here, please follow me." The maître d' led him to a booth in a secluded part of the restaurant. Figures, Izabel wouldn't like to be exposed to paparazzi, he thought. When he came close to her, he noticed she was wearing a purple, halter dress which clung perfectly to her curves. Her face lit up when she saw him and she stood up straighter. "Erik, you're here!" she exclaimed. He smiled and took a seat opposite her. The maître d' handed him a menu and announced their waiter would be with them shortly before leaving. "Well, we did arrange dinner. And sorry I was late. That shoot finished later than I thought. I hope I didn't make you wait too long." "Oh," Izabel smiled and waved her hand. "I actually got here just a minute before you did." Suddenly, Izabel's phone rang and she excused herself to answer it. She walked towards the open garden of the restaurant which was to the left of their booth. Erik saw her nod a few times and heard her gasp before laughing. She ended the call and made her way to him with an apologetic smile. Uh oh... "Erik," she sat down, then spoke. "Max said he couldn't come tonight because his boyfriend unexpectedly turned up from Paris tonight. He sends his apologies." Releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding, Erik grinned and replied. "It's okay, I was actually looking forward to sharing dinner with you anyways." She smiled and placed a hand on top of his. "I do too." She removed her hand and leaned back, picking up her menu and started scanning it. Erik smirked and imitated her actions. The waiter came and he ordered oysters with a seafood platter to follow while she ordered a shrimp Caesar salad. "You know, even models should indulge themselves once in a while. And by indulge I meant order a real meal, not add dressing to their salads." He said, attempting to make conversation while they waited for their meals. Izabel laughed. "Contrary to what you might believe, I actually enjoy eating salads and not because it makes me keep my figure but because I like how it tastes." Erik rolled his eyes and wiped his utensils with the table napkin. "Yeah, I'm sure an assortment of leaves is delicious." "Didn't your mother ever teach you to eat your vegetables?" "She did but that didn't mean I had to listen. Plus, I had my dog to do that for me." They both laughed at this, enjoying the banter, when Izabel decided to take a jab at him. "What about you? What good would oysters do to you? They're the ocean's filters. You'd be eating nothing but ocean dirt." Erik chuckled and took a sip of his beer. "But it would do me a lot of good. You forget, oysters are aphrodisiacs." He shot a smirk at her and she responded with a shy smile. Their orders arrived and they ate their meal through their conversation. They both shared childhood stories; Erik spending his whole life in LA, living as the son of one of the richest producers in Hollywood. He was blessed to have Blake Armstrong as a father who encouraged him to pursue his chosen career. Many photographers are lucky to even get three shoots a month but not Erik; he was supported by his father through it all. True, his father contributed to his early success but later on, critics were able to see past his name and began to recognize his talent. On the other hand, Izabel told him about her life in rural Brazil before making it big time, working in a farm that her parents owned. She never knew much until her visit to New York where she was exposed to the modern world. Then, the fateful day finally came. She didn't want to be a model at first because she wanted to continue her studies – even if high school was the farthest she would be able to achieve – in order to help her family but her mother explained that through modeling, she would be able to do the same, only better. So she did. Erik was surprised to learn that she wasn't from a privileged family, she didn't look or act that way. Her complexion was a luminous brown and she ate in a graceful manner. Curious, he reached for her hand without thinking much about it and felt the rough calluses from the wear and tear of labor. He was taken aback with her sharp intake of breath and looked up. "I'm sorry. I had to find out if you were being honest about working in a farm. It's hard to believe that a goddess like you could live anything but a glamorous life." Izabel retrieved her hand back with a frown, certainly not the response Erik was expecting. "I may be pretty to look at but I can assure you that I am a woman of substance. Oh, how I hate the way society perceives models; that we're just pretty, dumb robots without concerns other than our appearance. Modeling is a lot harder than it looks. Also, models are human just like everyone else, with emotions and capable of having three-digit I.Q.'s." Erik's chest swelled with admiration at what she said and remembered what caused it in the first place. "I didn't mean to offend you. I would've thought what I said was a compliment." She blushed and looked away, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude." "I understand." Erik cleared his throat and brought up a new topic of conversation that he was sure she was dying to know, since they're both talking about serious matters now anyways. "So are you going to ask me anything about my condition?" He wasn't stupid. He knows she asked him out because he intrigued her and there were no romantic feelings on her part. It was only a way to satisfy her curiosity. Why else would a gorgeous model be interested in a midget like him? God help him, he still wanted to go out with her, despite knowing the circumstances, but he was a masochist and he just wanted to spend this night with her, even if there was a possibility of him getting hurt. She seemed surprised by his bluntness but she shook her head. "No, it doesn't matter to me." Hearing her say that made his chest constrict. "Okay, I can't do this anymore." He leaned forward in his seat and gazed in her confused eyes. "What is tonight to you? A dinner to get to know a new friend? A date? A way to find out what it's like to be with the midget?" Izabel saw the pain in his eyes despite his efforts to try and hide it. He may seem confident and self-assured on the outside, she can see that society's prejudicial view and treatment of people with his condition still bothered him. Even though his father was a successful and powerful man, this did not prevent the stereotypes associated with him. Izabel realized that both she and Erik have the same issues – her being seen as the unintelligent model and him the bizarre dwarf. At that moment, Izabel knew that everything changed between them. She felt a connection with him that she hasn't felt for any man in her life. It was scary because it's all so new but it was also exciting and she realized she liked this feeling. Despite knowing him for only a few hours, she knew this man was the one she would spend the rest of her life with. With that, she stood up and sat beside him, forcing him to move down the seat. They faced each other and she held his hand as she spoke. "I will admit, at first, my thoughts were lustful towards you. But the way tonight has progressed, everything changed for me. To me you are wonderful; you are handsome, strong, courageous, a gentleman, talented, kind and simply wonderful." She gave him a peck on the lips and looked into his eyes. "To me, that is what defines you, Erik Armstrong. Nothing else. And I consider this as a date, hopefully with more to follow." He smiled, "So do I." Then, the inevitable happened. They kissed. It was slow, as if they were trying to explore each other, finding out what makes them tick. It was sweet, as if wanted to treasure the moment, savor each other's taste, letting it linger in their mouths. Erik's hand went to the back of her neck and held her in place, deepening their kiss. Izabel moaned and placed her hands on his chest. They broke apart, only because of the need for oxygen but didn't let go of each other. "Do you think we're taking this too fast?" he asked her. Izabel's glazed eyes told him the answer but he wanted to hear the words pour out from her mouth. "No." Grinning, Erik placed some bills on the table, then scooted out of the chair, taking her hand as she got out as well. They walked out into the warm, summer night and stood in the parking lot, realizing their predicament. Unconventional "Is your car here?" He asked. "Yes, we should meet up at my place. You can follow me on yours." Izabel invited. They smiled at each other and exchanged a sweet, parting kiss before making their way to their respective cars. As planned, Izabel led to the penthouse she owned in West LA. Once they arrived, they did not speak nor touch; depraving themselves of each other to make their reunion so much sweeter. Finally, they reached Izabel's penthouse and as soon as the elevator doors closed, they kissed each other hungrily, quenching their desire for each other. Erik pushed her away and took her hand. "Where's your room?" Izabel's trilling laugh was music to his ears, inflating his chest with pride for being the cause of her joy. "To the right there's stairs curving upwards. The whole of upstairs is my bedroom." He grinned at her in such an adorable, it's-Christmas-morning-grin that she had to ask. "What?" "It's my stairway to heaven." Her melodic laugh resonated again and Erik led them up the stairs. Her room was awash in white – bedding, curtains, walls, furniture – with hanging flowers and Grecian-inspired pedestals. It really was heaven. Erik was so caught up in his observation of her room that he didn't realize she'd undressed until he saw her padding towards her canopy bed, naked. She turned to him and asked, "Are you coming?" He gave her a wicked smirk, giving her an idea of the things he would soon do to her. "Yes, and in a few minutes, you would be too." Izabel squealed as he came slowly, menacingly towards her. First, he took off his shirt, showing his perfectly sculpted torso and jeans that rode very low on his hips. His chest was dusted with black hair, narrowing down to the waistband of his pants, making her imagine things that made her blush. Next, Erik reached for his belt and unlatched it before pushing it aside. He then started to unbutton his pants and Izabel felt weak in the knees and sat down on the edge of her bed at what she saw. Commando! He pushed his jeans down his legs and his socks followed suit, leaving him open for her perusal. Erik was normal sized, not what she expected as she'd never been with someone like him before. Though the appendage was larger than what she thought he would have, it seemed proportional to Erik. She then looked at his face and saw the nervousness there. She smiled at Erik seductively, making a come hither motion with her finger, giving him the reassurance that she still wanted him. He responded with his own seductive smile and walked towards the bed. Erik lay on top of Izabel and captured her face, kissing her passionately until he had her gasping for breath. Her hard nipples rubbed against his chest, increasing his arousal. He captured one swell and caressed it. He did not squeeze nor grope, he caressed and Izabel never felt more loved. He looked at her with glazed eyes before capturing one bud with his mouth, suckling and licking, causing Izabel to gasp. He released the bud and rubbed it, electing a shiver from her and did the same thing on her other breast. Izabel was wallowing in the pleasure that Erik was giving her, lost in all that passion. She'd only even been with two men but they've never made her feel this way. She looked into his molten brown eyes and she started stroking his chest. Her hands traveled lower until she grasped his arousal making him moan. She stroked this as well and his breathing became labored. Erik reached between her thighs as well and felt her ready for him. She was so moist that her essence trickled down her cleft. "So ready for me, baby." He inserted one finger in her, causing her hips to rise up and her to moan and grip his erection tighter. "Take me." With those words, they simultaneously released their hold on each other and Erik positioned himself on her. He peppered her face with kisses before entering her swiftly. It all came to place like a lock and key easily as she was prepared for him. They started the ancient, rhythmic movement that existed since the beginning of time causing their breathing to come in fast, heavy pants and sweat to pour out of their bodies. Izabel looked into her lover's eyes and kissed him passionately, pouring all her love – love? – yes, love, in this one kiss. Erik must have noticed is as well as he reciprocated with abandon, meeting the thrusts of her tongue with his own; massaging her lips with his until they bruised. "Oh!" Izabel moaned as he hit a certain bundle of nerves that caused her to spasm, scratching his back with her fingers. "You want it there, love?" "Oh, yes, Erik. Right there." He continued his thrusts at the same angle, bringing her and himself, closer to the edge. "That's it baby! Right there! Oh God, Erik don't stop. Please, love." He suckled her neck, giving her a big love bite, in time with his thrusts. "Don't worry, love. I don't plan to." After a few thrusts, she gripped his back and shouted "Erik!" on the top of her lungs. Her body was contracting all over and her insides gripped him which triggered his release. They were both enveloped in their climax and were lost in the world of pleasure that they brought each other to. As they calmed down, Erik lay on Izabel's side to avoid crushing her and she automatically curled herself against his chest, feeling his heart thud against her cheek. "You were wonderful." She whispered, while stroking the fine hairs on his chest. "So were you." He replied, kissing the top of her head. Izabel lifted her head from the warmth of his chest and looked at his eyes. "I know you must find me stupid or ridiculous," she looked down again, not seeing the confusion in his face, "but I'm in love with you. I know we've only met today but I feel very strongly for you. I felt a connection with you at the restaurant and when I first saw you, I was attracted to you. Not fascinated by what you are, but attracted by WHO you are." Erik felt his heart swell. No one has ever said those words to him. He finally found what he sought after in all of his years – acceptance, admiration, and most of all, true, unconditional love. He tilted her face towards him and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. "I understand love. I feel the same way." Izabel smiled and kissed him deeply. "Make love to me again." "As you wish, my angel." *:*:*:*:* Match made in heaven? Victoria's Secret angel and supermodel, Izabel Garcia, and photographer Erik Armstrong – son of major producer Blake Armstrong – are seen having dinner together at Nobu last week. The couple was seen cuddling and even kissing. Reps for both parties confirmed that the two are indeed dating. They met at a photo shoot that they did together and was introduced by mutual friend, Max Ryder, who commented: "I've never seen them happier." Sources also say that the relationship is serious as Garcia has been to dinner with the Armstrong household and there are rumored plans of the younger Armstrong to visit Garcia's relatives in Brazil. Unconventional She had no idea how she got mixed into this shit. No, scratch that, she knew EXACTLY how she got into this shit but the blame shouldn't fully be on her. *********************** Roxanne's and his eyes and phone vibrated, indicating either a phone call or a text. She reached over from her bed and answered it. She sighed. "What are you doing?" the text asked. Roxanne rolled her eyes, he only wanted asked because he wanted something. He only called when he wanted something. "I'm sitting, bored, in my room." "Why are you bored?" "Because my obnoxious roommates are throwing a party and they're loud as fuck. I just wanna go to sleep." Jarrett waited a while before texting back. "You can sleep over here :-)" She scoffed. "I'm not walking all the way over there," she text back. "Come on...I'll make it worth your while ;-)" She could hear his voice in the text, so slender and smooth but sinister at the same time. She liked that the most about him. She was at his apartment door within minutes. "Took you long enough." Jarrett smiled a wicked smile. Roxanne rolled her eyes. "I'm just here to go to bed." "I'll put you to bed all right," he smirked. She paid him no attention. He always played around with his sexual advantages but he'd never try anything with her, or so she thought. She noticed the apartment was barer than usual, more peaceful. "My roommates are out tonight," he said as if he was reading her mind. "You didn't wanna go out?" "Nope, I wanted to sleep," he smirked. Jarrett was the type of guy that every girl fell for; typical blonde hair, blue eyes, suave personality, and a killer body. He was also an asshole. Roxanne wasn't the type that he'd normally hang out with but she was the coolest black girl that he knew when she wasn't being a smartass or a total bitch. That and she's sexy as hell. Everything from her bold brown eyes, her full black lips, and her incredibly large breasts, thick hips...he could go on and on. It was a problem. He'd have to fold his arms while they talked to avoid touching himself or touching her. He didn't give a fuck either way. "How long have your roommates been partying?" he asked considerately. Roxanne shrugged. "I don't know, they were partying since before I got home and that was five hours ago." "You wanna go to my room?" Roxanne glared at him. "I won't try anything," he said. Unless you let me, he thought. They got comfortable in his bed. It wasn't the first time, they'd been close for months and when she didn't want to deal with her crazy roommates she stayed over. He was a gentleman, well as much of a gentleman as he could be with a girl in his bed. Sometimes she'd catch herself staring at his sculpted body when they talked. He never wore shirt in the house. He did that on purpose. Occasionally he'd pull her closer, like now, and wrap his arms around her. She didn't seem to mind. "Are you wearing boy shorts?" he asked as he peered under the sheets. She didn't answer him. I like boy shorts, he thought. Instant boner. Roxanne slid closer to him, her ass pressing against his intensifying erection. She did it on purpose. "You're horny," she giggled, "Is this what you meant by making it worth my while?" He pulled her closer, aching to spoon her. She didn't pull away. His heart pounded a little faster with her being so close to him. The bed was always a bad idea. They always played touchy feeling, necking and grinding on each other, waiting to see who'd give in first. It always ended in a draw. "You have no idea how bad I want you Roxy," he whispered in her ear. He surprised himself. He'd never said it out loud. Usually when they fooled around, no words were spoken. "I know," she said with a smirk. He turned her over facing him and kissed her hard. His tongue invaded her sweet mouth. Jarrett moaned. He couldn't take the foreplay anymore. She'd teased him for too long. His hand moved down into her shorts. One stroke of her slit and a moan from her and he was hooked, he had to have her now. His lips crushed hers as he kissed her again. This kiss was needier, more primal like he had to have it. She wanted it too. He flipped her on her back and removed the flimsy t-shirt and bra that concealed her perfect brown orbs. He planted kisses all over her skin. "Lose the boxers," she commanded. Jarrett made a face. Where did that come from? He thought, but he didn't hesitate kicking off his boxers. A thousand thoughts ran through Roxanne's mind, he wasn't her first but he certainly would be first in a long time. It felt good, his body on top of hers and it made her melt in her shorts. She peeled off her bottoms. Jarrett reached in his nightstand and sheathed himself with a condom. "Safety first," he grinned and she rolled her eyes. He ran his hands up her legs stopping at her knees and pried her legs apart. Roxanne bit her bottom lip and moaned into pleasure as he guided his cock inside her. He teased her with the tip of it, making her soak, and plunged into her with slow thrusts. He kissed her neck tenderly. Damn she felt good as her muscles clamped around him. It was fucking fantastic. "Damn Roxanne," he moaned as he pulled her closer, the deep penetration was inconceivable. "Mm," she moaned beneath him, raking her fingers along his ripped abs. His dick was doing unbelievable things to her. "How's it feel?" he hissed. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, feeling a familiar buildup. He tapped her face. "How's it feel?" "Mm, feels good baby. Really good." He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. With a devilish smile he thrust hard and deep and pulled out. He teased her entrance with the head of his dick, inched his dick inside her and pulled out. Roxanne's eyes shot open. "Fuck me or get off," she snapped. Jarrett laughed. He liked seeing her pissed but she couldn't do anything about it. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless," he said in her ear. She gave him a look that said "I can hardly wait." He slammed into her core hard, fast, and rough sending sparks to her brain. Roxanne couldn't process it, she cursed as the headboard slammed into the wall. They were likely to break it if he pounded any harder. Jarrett didn't care. All he could think about was how hard he could pound into her. ****************** The next morning, Roxanne lied on the opposite side of the bed and reflected on the past couple of weeks... It was the middle of the semester her junior year. Damn her counselor for introducing her to the new assistant of their intern program. She always barged into his office for small talk. She didn't even notice the new guy sitting there when she stood in the doorway. She was in a rush. Usually she'd take a quick look around to see who all was in the office before talking about her personal life. Mr. Martin always greeted her by saying, "How goes it Roxy?" All it took was that one sentence and she'd spill her guts out. No, today wasn't the day to share her list of events. She said her usual hello and exited from the office without acknowledging the tall white boy in the opposite chair. It wasn't until later that week that her counselor introduced the two of them being that they were working together on intern projects. Roxanne cringed at the idea, she was always independent but she didn't have a choice in the matter. Still, this guy annoyed her beyond comparison. Jarrett, he looked like a know-it-all. The minute she sat down at talked to him she knew it was gonna be problems between them. Jarrett sat back in his chair, this girl is something else. Even when she's being snappy and arrogant he liked her. Normally, he wasn't attracted to black girls but this black girl was sexy; everything from her bold brown eyes, her full black lips, and her incredibly large breasts...stop it. She's too young for you, he thought. Not to mention she has an attitude and you have to work with her for the duration. Still, he couldn't help shifting in his seat to avoid focusing on her exposed cleavage. The way she looked at him was with such discontent. He'd never seen a look like that before. She was very pretty. However, there was something about her that unease him, something that made him wonder what type of person she really was. ************************* Roxanne got up from bed. Jarrett was still in bed sleeping. She figured she could escape without him noticing. When she rolled out of bed, she landed on the floor on the other side. She crawled alongside the edge of the bed, trying desperately not to awake him. She grabbed her clothes and jumped back into her shorts. She clipped on her bra and snatched her shirt over her head. She used her hair tie on her wrist to tie her hair back in a bow. She kept her eyes on him. Jarrett was still sleeping. His sheets half covering his body. His chest was bare as he lied in bed. Even as he slept, he was a cutie. Roxanne shook the thought from her mind. She crept out of the room and quietly closed the door. "Looking good Roxy," she heard Max say. Dammit, she thought. She forgot about his roommates. Max and Sean. Max was on the couch in his tight underwear with a bowl of cereal and his feet propped on the coffee table. Sean was pouring himself a cup of coffee. Roxanne very modestly turned around to face them. The look of shame was all over her face. Max and Sean were cool guys, she had met them a few times before but they didn't talk much. Both were evenly devastatingly gorgeous, they looked like they could model for Abercrombie and Fitch. Max did model for Abercrombie and Fitch. Max had short, thick, milk chocolate hair. He was the youngest out of the three of them. He was six-feet with a muscular build, even toned muscles and nice olive skin. He had piercing grey eyes with a green tint. Sean also had milk chocolate hair, a little longer than Max's. He was tall and muscular too but his muscles were more defined, he loved walking around shirtless. You could count the abs on his body, all cut and revealing his V-cut pelvis. The two of them together oozed sex and masculinity and these were the bodies Roxanne had to get used to ever since she met Jarrett. It's amazing how three sexy men could live together harmoniously. "Thank you," she said awkwardly. She was so embarrassed. There she stood, half-naked, in front of Jarrett's fine ass roommates. If they ever had an inkling of what a black woman looked like underneath her clothes, the truth was revealed today. There was no way to hide her embarrassment or her body. It was just her and two pairs of eyes glaring at her. The same glare that Jarrett had last night, only they knew that she was off limits. "I didn't see you come in last night," Sean said. "It was late, you wouldn't have seen me." "It's hard to miss you in boy shorts," Sean said, "It's cold out there, you want some pants?" he offered. "Nope, I'm good," she said, "I'm gonna go now." "Why sneak out? You're already doing the walk of shame," Max said. "What?" she said. Max laughed, "I heard y'all last night. 'How's it feel?' 'Mm, feels good'," he quoted, mimicking their voices. Roxanne's cheeks were hot with mortification. She was likely to slap his cereal bowl out of his hand. "Shut the hell up Max!" she shouted. "I was getting off just listening to it," he laughed. She kicked his feet off the table to move past him. "Don't worry about it Roxanne. We can keep a secret," Sean said. Roxanne was speechless, she couldn't think of anything to say to make Max shut up or change the subject. "I gotta go," she said abruptly and hastened out of the apartment. Jarrett heard the shouting outside his door and sat up in bed. Roxanne was gone, no surprise there. Her loud mouth was probably what he heard. He tossed his sheets from his body and slid on a pair of pants. He walked outside his door to investigate. Max's laughter subsided and he continued eating his breakfast and watching TV. "Where's Roxy?" Jarrett asked. "Gone," Sean said. Jarrett scratched his head. "I fucked up," he said to his roommates. "Before or after you decided to sleep with Roxy? I don't know what you're thinking man, she's an undergrad and you're like her boss. I'm sure there's some sort of rule against that," Sean said. "You think I don't know that, Sean? Shit happens." "Bound to happen if you ask me," Max said, "How many times has she been over here? How many times have you guys fooled around?" "Shit went too far," Jarrett said, "There's something else, the condom broke." ************************ Roxanne walked to the other side of the complex back to her apartment. She swore and cursed the whole walk back. Serves me right for going over there, she thought. That's what I get for wanting to "go to sleep". She opened the door of her apartment. The place was completely trashed. "I'm not cleaning this shit up," she said to herself. Her roommates were still sleeping. She slipped past their doors. Her door was the last door on the other side of the apartment next to the balcony door. She took a shower and got dressed, work starts in two hours. She ran her fingers through her hair, thinking about last night. Last night was unexpected to say the least, she thought. But it was the best sex she'd had. Jarrett was so erotic, so sexy. He was monstrous in bed, but in a good way. The thing he did to her, she damn well couldn't do to herself. Dammit, she thought. Work is going to be awkward as hell. Unconventional One thing that surprised me was that a couple women selected other women to be the ones to bare them completely. I hadn't considered that possibility. I didn't have to wait long before I was completely naked on the dance floor. As requested, Richard moved us over to the side of the floor near Dan and the others. Richard made a big show of taking my panties down slowly and keeping his face right next to my exposed pubic bush, leaning in for another quick kiss. I watched Dan the whole time my last article of clothing was being taken off me, and the sight of his erection, harder and longer than I'd ever seen it, plus his smile made my own excitement stronger. As I danced nude with him, Richard kept looking down at me and doing spin moves to show me off more. Back in his arms, I noticed Lisa finally losing her last remaining little covering. She was covering her face with her hands, unable to watch, standing stiffly upright as some man brought her g-string down to her ankles. Marty had walked around the room, seeming oblivious to his own nudity, to watch more closely. The man stood aside and held an arm out, as if presenting her to an audience, and when he turned her around to show her bottom to those seated nearby, I noticed that her vagina was shaved. I hadn't considered that possibility either. Delivered back to my husband after the dance, I saw a nude Janice brought back by yet another man we didn't know, and a nude Lisa made everyone smile. Marty was happy to see her allow herself to be so exposed and uninhibited, and Dan and Bill were thrilled to see her smooth vagina. She looked up at them shyly. Dan said, "It's all bare, so it's all lovely." That made her smile. With all the newbies finally naked, the others mingled and danced as they pleased. Some remained dressed, others let a blouse open, others took off everything. The various shapes and sizes made for a sexy parade of images. And some others did not mingle or dance. They were going to other rooms. Richard and Rachel approached us with such an invitation. Janice was dancing again with one of the men who had undressed her, and Bill was with that man's wife. After seeing them nude out there with their fully dressed partners, I lost track of them for the rest of the party. We went with Rachel and Richard, bringing Lisa and Marty along, to a room down the hall. Passing the policewoman guarding the clothes, she gave our nudity a curious look, shook her head, and smiled. The room was already occupied by a few others, but it had two king sized beds and two smaller beds, enough room for all. I knew what was coming and was only mildly distracted by the presence of the couples I didn't know. The men there stared frankly at me and Lisa when we entered, and the women did the same to Dan and Marty, but they soon returned to what they were doing before. Expectantly, I lay down on one of beds and looked up at Richard as he undressed for me. Rachel took Dan to the other side of the same bed. Pulling her dress over her head left her nude and showed him another shaved vagina. He may have been surprised at how quickly she was on top of him, straddling his chest and pulling his mouth to her vagina. She motioned Lisa over and guided her between Dan's legs to take his penis in her mouth. Richard moved more deliberately, letting me anticipate what would happen next. His penis did not disappoint me, maybe a bit longer than the few I've known. Setting me up on an elbow, he brought it to my mouth, and I took it. Marty, who had been absorbed in watching Lisa suck Dan, answered Richard's direction between my legs. I opened my legs for him, but rather than licking me, Marty spent time to examine my vagina with his fingers, parting my labia, tickling my clitoris, and pushing two or three fingers deep into me. With his other hand, he reached up and held one of my breasts. He never licked me. Instead, he moved up and entered me with his smaller penis. Its size did not matter. The sensation of another strange penis was strong, not to mention the fact that I was being penetrated by two men at once. An orgasm was soon building in me, and it made me play with Richard's penis more intensely. Marty reached an orgasm quickly and collapsed across my feet. When I thought Richard was near an orgasm, he pulled out of my mouth and told me to push my breasts together around his erection. Within moments, my face and breasts were laced with streams of semen. No one had ever done that to me before, and I enjoyed the abandon of the moment. I could see that now Dan was pumping himself inside of Lisa. In all the excitement, I had not seen Rachel slide back and guide him into her vagina. Now, Lisa was on her back, smiling, holding Marty's hand, and saying, "I love you." Marty let go of her hand to move around to that side of the bed to watch more closely. Richard's erection was easy to revive, and he turned me over on my hands and knees beside Dan and Lisa. I think I was getting to like this side-by-side action too. I know it was a visual treat for the guys. Gripped at the hips, I was rocked by Richard's thrusts. He reached around to fondle my hanging breasts, and when he resumed his thrusts, Lisa moved sideways to get her head beneath me. While Dan was thrusting himself into her vagina, she put her tongue out and let one of my nipples brush over its wetness as Richard made my breast rock back and forth. The sensations reached an incredible peak that everyone in the room could hear from me. Dan wasn't finished with Lisa yet, and understanding what Marty wanted, he pulled out briefly to turn Lisa onto her hands and knees before pushing himself back into her. She could then turn to Marty and take his revived penis in her mouth. The two men brought Lisa to an orgasm that would have sounded like mine if Marty had not been filling her mouth with his own orgasm at the same time. My orgasm seemed to mark a peak for me. I thought we were spent then. Richard was on another bed with Rachel, and Marty and Dan were holding Lisa and lightly stroking her. I was about to join them when another man came beside me. His penis had to be at least eight inches long, and looked even larger because he shaved his pubic hair. I recognized him as the one who took Janice's bra, but I didn't know a thing about him otherwise. Still, remembering that it couldn't hurt because pleasure did not require attachment, I reached for his penis, licked it up and down to enjoy its length, and then asked, "How should we do this?" "Scoot over and let me lie behind you. That way, your husband and friends can see better." So, lying on my side, facing Dan, Marty and Lisa, I lifted one leg to allow this stranger's penis access to my sex. Its entry was smooth at first, and then the thickness stretched me. He was touching parts of my vagina that had never been touched before. Dan took one of my hands. The man held me tight, one hand under me to grasp a breast, the other gripping my bottom, and then he pushed even deeper. I cried out, amazed at the intense pleasure. My vagina squeezed him, and because his penis was so thick, I could easily feel its throbbing when his orgasm came. We lingered a while. Marty and Lisa left, thanking us for the exciting evening. When Dan and I left, we said goodbye to Rachel and Richard. They got up to kiss us, and I was surprised to be kissed on the mouth by Rachel. We found a bathroom to clean up a little with wash cloths before we retrieved our clothes. The policewoman noted Dan's flaccid penis and said, "I guess he had all he could take." Downstairs, Bill and Janice had opened the door between our rooms, and when we returned and opened ours, we found them resting nude after their shower. She was across the bed on her stomach, and he was in a chair next to her. We told them that we needed a shower, and they invited us to come over when we were done. We joined them shortly and noticed, when coming into the room, that their drapes were open. They still had not bothered to put clothes on, and we were nude too. No one said anything, so I just sat on the bed against the headboard, facing the window. They asked if we enjoyed many new experiences. I recounted the way Richard had shot his semen between my breasts, and the final encounter with the large stranger. Dan talked about the feeling of Lisa's bald vagina, and Bill said he'd noticed that was a common fashion in the group. Janice then rolled over and revealed her own freshly smooth vagina. "The man who took my panties told me I should be bald. I had never met him, and here I was naked, and he's telling me I should bare even more. Odd as it sounds, it thrilled me, so Bill and I hooked up with him and his wife along with another couple they always came with. The first thing they did was take me to a bathroom and shave me. They promised I'd like the licking better, and they were right." I was thinking that Dan would have me shaved for them before long. Janice also told us that Bill enjoyed seeing her penetrated by both men. When I mentioned that I too had had a penis in my mouth and vagina at the same time, Janice said, "This was a little different. I was on top of my new friend, and his friend took his slender penis and took my anal virginity." I wondered if Dan was going to want me to try that too. Dan said, "No doubt, our vacations together are going to be different from now on." I said, "I hope we can still get together like always, but I think I would also like to get together naked like this more too." Everyone nodded, and Bill added, "But we may have to find another couple if we want to keep the two-on-one play." Dan looked to the open window and said, "I bet there might be a couple out there who would like to join us right now." I looked out and could see some lights in windows. I think I liked the idea of imagining a pair of binoculars in one or two of them. Bill asked, "You two planning to attend next summer's education convention?" Janice reminded him that she had picked up those brochures about clothing-optional resorts, one of several ideas that appealed to me now. I said, "It couldn't hurt."