3 comments/ 54603 views/ 6 favorites Key West Hospitality By: kromen "You're going to sweat to death, sitting in that car," said Tracee, sticking her head in through the window. "Stop being such a pussy about it and come on." She stood up, waiting for Charles to get out the car. "Get a move on, Chuck." she goaded him as he slowly exited the driver's seat. "Be a man of your word." She hoisted her messenger bag on her caramel shoulders, swatting at unseen buzzing. Charles removed himself from the driver's seat, evidence of the heat apparent on the lower half of his t-shirt. He donned a pair of shades and took a cursory look around the small parking lot. Grabbing a large beach towel and his backpack out of the backseat, he locked the doors and joined Tracee on the other side of the car. "Remind me why I'm doing this again?" He pulled at his shirt, trying to separate the dampening cotton from his skin. His thickening waistline protruded and he gave it a shake. Four cans short of a six-pack, letting his gym membership go to waste, today's outing made him just that more awkward. "Because," explained Tracee. "We've done everything on your stupid little list and before we get on the road, you are going to oblige me this one time." She started towards the highway. "Hey, we did some stuff that you wanted to do." He took off after her, making sure he left nothing behind. "I tried the Key Lime Pie, remember." "Bullshit. I followed you around Key West this week drinking Mojitos, which are fucking disgusting, hearing you ramble on about Hemingway and doing the tourist thing like a good friend." Tracee stopped in her tracks, shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun to look at him. "Eating Key Lime Pie was an afterthought." "You really didn't like the Mojitos?" He grinned, fanning himself at the same time. "Bring your ass on," She kept walking. Charles and Tracee were friends from way back when, about as close as friends could get. Tracee came out to him before her own parents were informed. Charles has Tracee to thank for losing his virginity in college, her wing-man skills were top-notch. At his behest, she coincided her vacation time to take a road trip with him to the Southernmost end of the US to Key West, Florida. He was suffering from writer's block and thought traipsing around Ernest Hemingway's old stomping grounds could get his creative juices flowing. He was used to her dry wit and biting humor, took her good-nature ribbing with stride. He played the straight man, no pun intended, in this comedic duo. "The sun," growled Charles. "This is different from what we get in Atlanta." He began form a haphazard turban around his head and shoulders with the towel. "And that rumor about Black folk not getting sunburned is total bullshit. I can feel my skin cooking already. "I have sunblock, and tampons too. You're really acting like you could use one." Tracee picked up her pace, determined to make him follow whether he wanted to or not. "Fine." He surrendered to her demands and followed the sway of her hips, crossing the steaming asphalt and into the woods. "And I thought road-tripping with a lesbian would be a blast." Tracee led the way through the patch of forest, walking down a well-worn path. They broke through the treeline and was greeted by white sands and clear waters. "Not bad." said Charles, coming abreast of Tracee as they took in the view. "Just as she said it would look." "She?" Charles looked around for signs of other life. He was intrigued, she always found the cream of the crop when it came to the social scene. Perhaps she snagged a date during one of his multiple trips to the bathroom. "You'll see." They stepped onto the beach, the sun high in the sky. The sands were devoid of people but they kept walking until coming upon a state sign, Beyond this point you may encounter nude sunbathers. "Not much further." Tracee said as she skipped in between the boulders. Rounding the bend, Charles quickly averted his eyes. A pot-bellied man, wearing sandals, and nothing else, was flying a kite. He skin was a coarse bronze, more hair on his chest and arms than his head, his flaccid penis sitting in a tuft of pubes, resembling a lone robin's egg in the nest. Tracee paid him no mind, a cursory nod as she strolled past. Damn, thought Charles, no shame in his game. At least I won't be the fattest guy on the beach. "I still can't believe that you want to do this." Charles stumbled on a rock, cutting a wide berth from the naked man. "Not too many places in Georgia where you can," she said. "I just want the experience of being one with nature, one time." More people were present, the further they walked. All sans clothing. A few people had those five days a week in the gym bodies, but most were flabby like him. Some were rotund, but nobody pointed and giggled. It was easy to tell the ones that spent most of their days on the outside from those that bought their shades from a spray or a booth.. Tracee and Charles stuck out like sore thumbs, still fully attired, the only people with permanent tans. "Tracee, over here!" yelled a voice in the crowd. She grabbed Charles by the elbow and pointed. "This way, Chuck." He followed, eyes darting back and forth, taking in the concentrated nudity behind the safety of his sunglasses. Beach goers were sunbathing, playing badminton and soccer, all the things that usually occurred during a nice sunny day on the beach, except without clothes. Not a fucking stitch. One group of four was enjoying a picnic of sandwiches and fruit, pieces of mayo and lettuce falling freely on the sand and each other. One man plucked an escaped tomato from his thigh and stuffed it back into the roll. Charles shook his head in amazement. "Hey, Dawn," Charles practically ran into the back of her as she greeted the voice from earlier. He was too busy eye fucking a petite Blonde, watching the bounce of her breasts as she ran after a stray Frisbee, until another prod by Tracee brought him back to the present. "Charles, this is Dawn." She stepped to the side. "She was the one that told me about this place." "You look mighty uncomfortable, Charles" said Dawn. He looked down at the person talking to him and visibly swallowed. Dawn was sitting cross-legged on her towel, staring up at him. A stunning redhead wearing a welcoming smile, and nothing else. She was tanned like a native, didn't have that burnt orange shade from the tanning salon. Her breasts were natural, hanging low from beneath her sculpted arms. A natural redhead, her thin strip of carpet matched the drapes. He cocked his head to the side, trying to remember where he saw her before, when it hit him. "Oh, I know you." She was the bartender from Sloppy Joes, who supplied him with endless supply of potent Mojitos and friendly banter. "The way you put away that rum last night, I'm surprised you remember me." She brushed grains of sand off her thighs, giving him a full view of her vagina. "Never thought you would see all of this before the first date, huh?" Her breasts swayed freely as she laughed, leaning back onto her towel. He stood there like a statue, unsure of how to proceed. Should he shake her hand, or just nod? Even behind the dark shades, it was obvious that he couldn't pull his eyes away from her massive globes. She answered for him. "Cop a squat, you're blocking my light." Tracee was already spreading out her blanket, kicking off her sandals and laying down to the right of Dawn. He followed suit sitting on the opposite side. He had no qualms of parting with his sweaty t-shirt, but left his shorts on. "Welcome to Boca Chica," said Dawn. "Our little secret in Key West." "I'm so glad you told me about this spot," said Tracee, reaching behind her neck to undo the string on her bikini. "I had this on my to-do list for the longest." "Charles doesn't look as enthralled as you." Dawn turned to look at him. "Nudity isn't really my thing, but you guys go ahead." "Try not to drool." "He's such a prude, but don't let that bother you, Dawn." She let her top fall, her perky breasts staying in place. Charles's mouth fell open, the first time he's seen his friend topless. "Girl, you have amazing breasts." said Dawn, turning her attention back to Tracee. " Reminds me of mine before gravity took over. You better lotion up, you don't want those things to burn. The sun is fierce down here." "Told you." quipped Charles, digging in his bag for his notepad and pen. He's been working on a plot twist in his latest tale, rewriting the same scene for the umpteenth time. Tracee pulled out a bottle of sunblock and squeezed some of the lotion over her torso before throwing it at Charles. "You better put some on too. I don't want to hear you bitching on the ride home." Charles picked up the bottle and began to lotion himself up. He used too much, working feverishly to get the white smears to dissipate. "First timer?" asked Dawn as she reached over and began to help him, rubbing the excess on his bald head and neck, down to his shoulders and back. She was surgical, spreading it all over his exposed areas with a quickness. "I smell like a coconut." "You are a coconut," teased Tracee as she flipped onto her stomach. "Dawn, can you cover my back?" "Sure, Darling." She took her already greased hands and began to apply the extra sunscreen to her new friend's back. As Charles kept rubbing he took another look around. While most people were doing there thing, he caught a couple of wandering eyes in their direction. Not that he could blame them., Tracee kept her body in pristine condition, a rounded ample ass that got double takes, even when she was wearing pants, surgically untouched breasts that needed no bra. She was a total package, while he was in desperate need of a makeover. Undefined arms, portly midsection, and a facial hair he struggled to maintain on a daily basis. Charles stopped rubbing his arms, instead watching Dawn's hands trace a shiny path down to the small of Tracee's back and creeping up the rise of her ass. Instantly, his dick pushed against his shorts, a noticeable bulge upon his thigh. "This is waterproof, right?" he asked to nobody in particular. Jumping up, he ran down to the shoreline, plunging into the surf, swimming until he was chest deep in the water. He could see them on the beach, Dawn applying sunscreen to Tracee's ass and thighs. He groaned, trying to move his cock around in a more suitable position. Dawn waved to him and he waved back, but stayed in the surf. After about fifteen minutes of being beat up by the waves, he saw Dawn rise up off the blanket, say something to Tracee and began walking towards him. He didn't notice her shape behind the bar, with all her clothes on, but she had all of his attention now. She didn't look like his buddy's type, Tracee were more into the models with silicone tits and plastic attitudes. Dawn was very comfortable, easily strolling past the throngs on beach goers, pausing to give a hug or a brief word to someone she knew. Her smile was genuine as she ran a hand through her hair, talking to two guys. He moved a little closer to the shore, tired of the rabbit punches the ocean delivered. Dawn met him halfway in the surf, standing a few inches from him. "Can't control the hard-on?" she asked, poking his thigh underwater, making him jump. She laughed at his timidness, giving a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Not everyday I'm on a nude beach." Dawn dipped lower in the water, wetting her mane of hair. "Nobody is going to crucify you for an erection, unless you stick it where it's not wanted." "How can everyone be so cool, walking around naked?" He subconsciously moved his dick around in his shorts. "I never even streaked in college." "Our bodies are nothing to be ashamed about. I've been doing this since I was a teenager." She ran her hands through the water in a swimming motion. "Free your mind from society's rules and you'll see how easy it is." "I don't know." He fingered the band on his trunks. "I can't stop staring. Tits, ass, that's a lot to take in at one time." "It's not a contest, we aren't here to judge, just enjoy." "So, ten inches of cock swings past and you're telling me you won't give it a second glance?" "Well, yeah, I'm gonna look, but getting nude isn't a purely sexual thing." "Never saw it like that." He played with the strings on his trunks. "Are you worried about what Tracee might think? Or me?" She moved closer to him, reaching underwater for his hand. "Maybe." "Charles, it's cool. Free yourself." She reached for the button on his shorts. He didn't move as she unclasped it, he felt them slip South, the tide tugging at the material. His erection lessened as the shorts cascaded down his legs. He ducked underwater to retrieve them before they got away and stood, naked as the day he was born, his lower half partially hidden by the waves. "How do you feel?" "Naked." "Well, you might want to come out of the water. We had warnings of Jellyfish the other day and you really don't want to get stung, do you?" Charles looked around, realizing that they were the only two people in the water, and beat a hasty retreat back to the shore. The thought of a Jellyfish sting on his balls took his mind off the fact he was completely nude. When they got back to the towel, Tracee was devoid of her own bottoms, eyes closed, MP3 buds wedged in her ears, oblivious to his nudity. "Now what?" he asked Dawn. "Do whatever you were doing before you lost your shorts." She sat back on her blanket, applying another coat of sunscreen to her torso. "Oh yeah, you might want to put some block on that." she added, nodding towards his softening penis. "Not exactly ten inches, but I'll take another look." "I wasn't talking about me, but thanks." He applied a little more sunscreen to his thighs and pelvic area, trying not to spend too much time on his cock. When he was finished, he wiped his hands on his towel, put on his shades again and retrieved his pad. "Tracee told me you're an author?" Dawn faced him, leaning on an elbow. "Until I get published, I'm just a writer." "That's fair. What do you write?" "I've been working on a mystery novel, but I'm having difficulty with the storyline." He shook the pen, trying to get the ink to flow. "I took this trip for a little inspiration, get some ideas." He put pen to paper but couldn't find any words. "You aren't writing." The more Dawn stared, the more he had to fight the impending erection. "Too much on my mind, I guess." He felt the blood flow increase to his cock and tried to hide it with his notebook. "Let it go, Charles." She sat up, facing him cross-legged. "You're not the first guy to get a hard-on here." He sighed and moved the pad, his cock rising to full-mast. "Now that we got that out the way, tell me about your story." He began to talk, an attentive Dawn hanging onto his every word. She looked him in the eyes as he spun the tale he's been working on for the past three months. When he was through, he was soft again. "That sounds like a great start." "I'm glad you think so, but it's too one-dimensional for me." He put his pad down, and leaned back on his hands, giving anyone who wanted a wide open look at his privates. "Shit," said Tracee, bolting up from her prone position. "I'm getting baked over here." She pulled the buds from her ear and turned towards Dawn and Charles. "Whoa," she said, openly staring at his dick for the first time. "When did that happen?" "From birth." said Charles with a snark. "You act like you've never seen one before." "Congratulations, you've been promoted from pussy to prick." She smiled, giving him a golf clap. She began to check her arms and torso. "Do you prefer Charles, or Chuck?" asked Dawn. "I noticed that Tracee calls you both." "She does it to fuck with me, her way of calling me a blockhead, like Charlie Brown. Charles is too formal anyway." "I like Charles, it's regal. It always looks better on a book cover." "I think Chuck stands out, in bold type," said Tracee spacing her hands apart to demonstrate. "I need to finish the book before I worry about names." He wrote down a couple of lines on his pad, getting a few bursts of ideas. The sun beat down onto the beach, some people had set up a makeshift lean-to or pulled out umbrellas. "Do you guys want to get out of the heat for awhile?" asked Dawn "I don't want you guys to burn too badly." "Sure, said Tracee, reaching for her bottoms. She stood up, giving Charles an unobstructed view. She was cleanly shaved, a protruding clitoris that stood guard, proud above her slit. He licked his lips. "Charles was telling me about his book, and if you guys are adventurous, I have a spot I think you may be interested in. We have to cross the highway, so unfortunately, we have to get dressed." All three stood, putting on their clothes, Charles opting for just his shorts and sandals, Dawn in a revealing two-piece that barely contained her breasts, and Tracee wrapping a sheer Sarong around her waist. Dawn led the trio farther down the beach, crossing the two lane road and into another small strand of trees. "We have to be very careful because this is Naval property." said dawn keeping her voice to a low murmur. "Can we get into trouble?" asked Charles "I've never been caught, so I can't say." Tracee slapped at a mosquito, pushing some palm fronds out of the way. The forest got thicker, but Dawn walked with conviction. Charles kept a lookout for alligators and snakes, trying to keep pace with the women. Entering a clearing, Dawn waved her arms in a presenting manner. "Ta-DA" There was a house, made completely of stone and ocean washed trees. "Holy shit." said Charles "Who made this?" "That's, the mystery," said Dawn "There is no information because the Navy owns it, so nobody knows about it, officially." Tracee ducked under a low hanging branch and stood in the doorway. "It looks old." "I found it as a teen, almost 20 years ago. My grandfather told me about it, he said it's survived every hurricane in his lifetime." Charles entered the small room, discovering just a sandy floor and a few large rocks. He sat on the biggest one, trying to absorb everything he was seeing. Something some primitive that has stood the test of time and nature was a sight to behold. "Doesn't look like too many people has been here." Tracee brushed sand off of a fallen log before taking a seat across from Charles." "Just the locals, but we try not to leave any evidence." Dawn took a seat next to Tracee. "We even try to brush away our footprints, so the military doesn't get wise." "I could use a place like this in my novel, maybe a safe house for the hero when things erupt." "Speaking of your story, where's the romance?" asked Dawn. "Huh?" "From everything you've told me, it's a decent read, but where is the love? James Bond always gets the girl, even Rambo had a love interest in the sequel." Tracee laughed. "Charles and his limited imagination; if it didn't happen to him, he can't write about it." Charles grimaced as Tracee revealed his weakness. All the research in the world can't make up for his lack of experience, not that he hasn't tried. "You're a virgin?" asked Dawn. "No," he stated vehemently. "It's just not exciting enough to put down on paper." "Don't tell me that you're the type that does it with the lights off and his socks on." she joked. "This beautiful women sitting next to me..." "She plays for the other squad." "Oh," Dawn put her fingers over her mouth, "Oh my, I'm sorry." "Don't be." replied Tracee. "Charles is my best friend, my wing-man, my confidant, but sorely lacking the social graces of an Alpha male. Key West Hospitality "A strapping man like you should pull them in by the pound." said Dawn to an embarrassed Charles. "Shit, not with this gut." He patted his belly, brushing some sand from his navel. "Remember what I said about not being ashamed," said Dawn. "These tits of mine hang any lower, I'll have to tuck them into my shorts." This brought a laugh from the group. "When you're nude, you expose more than your genitals. Your inner being rises to the surface." "What does my inner being say?" "You are a decent person, a little shy, but wanting to explore your boundaries." "I'm amazed that you actually went through with the nudist thing today." said Tracee. "That was a big hurdle for you, you should be proud." "Speaking of which, I want to let the girls breathe." Dawn slipped her top off, folding the material and laying it to the side. I don't know how much more of this I can take, thought Charles as a slow swelling began to occur again. He looked at Tracee, but she acted more interested in the cracks in the ceiling. "I'll tell you what," said Dawn. "I'll tell you about a certain time I had in this little house, and see if that gets your pen flowing." Something's gonna flow if I keep staring at those tits, thought Charles. He lost count of the erections he's had so far, feeling a small ache in his testes. "Ooh, I love stories." Tracee shifted on the log to face Dawn. Charles leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "If you guys don't mind," She dug through her bag, pulling out a weird pack of cigarettes. "I use to get the real deal, but decided to taper off, so I smoke these Indian cigs instead. Still a little potent." She shook one from the pack, a single tobacco leaf, rolled tightly and held together with red thread. "Ah, Bidis." said Tracee. "Go ahead, we don't mind." She lit it up, the leaf glowing brightly, a pungent smell wafted through the room. "I was always a Wester," started Dawn looking up at the strands of sun piercing through gaps in the ceiling. "Born, raised, and will probably have my ashes tossed in the tides of Boca Chica. Everything I know about the rest of America, I get from tourists like you." "I can imagine the stories you hear about the rest of us." Charles stoles glances at her nipples; thick and dark, he had the urge for a Hershey's kiss "You don't know the half." Dawn stretched her arms above her head. "Anyway, this is a small town, less than 100 people in my graduating class, the walls talk. It was prom night and my date was an ass. You've probably seen him renting scooters around the corner from the bar." "Hard rock abs with a personality to match?" asked Tracee, remembering the guy that couldn't stop rubbing his chest as he talked. Dawn sighed, "The one and only. Anyway, I left him to his own devices that night and took a drive. Ended up here. First time I've ever been here at night. I just wanted to be alone, loved to imagine I lived here, off the land. I didn't hear anything until I was a few feet from the door. I saw a tiny light, but thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I was drinking a bit that night." Charles stop looking at her breasts, but at her mouth as she spoke. Tracee was also rapt. "We get a lot of Cuban refugees here, had a giant raft of them hit the beachhead not a week ago. Anywhoo, the first thing I saw went I stepped in the doorway was the most beautiful ass on a man to date." Dawn looked up, reliving the events in her mind. "It was rock hard, reflected in the moon light, and pumping up and down. He was giving the best sex to this woman, she must have come with him. Their clothes were in tatters, neither wore shoes. They didn't even know I was there, oblivious to everything but the act. They had to candles nearby, just enough to light the area." He watched her bite her bottom lip, eyes slitted. "I was instantly wet. My panties got so wet I thought I peed on myself." "I know the feeling." Tracee spoke up, running a hand over her throat, stiffened nipples poked through her top. "I watched them for what felt like forever, until the woman caught me in the shadows. Instead of screaming bloody murder, she let him know with a whisper and a tap on the shoulder. He turned his head, saw me, and kept fucking." "He didn't say anything to you?" asked Charles. "He just kept fucking?" "Not a word, just went back to moving that beautiful ass up and down." Dawn ran her hand up and down her thighs with a shudder. "I decided to press my luck and step inside. I sat on a rock, right there, where you're sitting." She pointed at Charles. "Where were they?" asked Tracee. "Right here in the middle of the floor, on one of those military style blankets they issued to Navy seamen. I sat down and they continued, slow, but intense fucking." "All you did was watch?" asked Charles. "No, I began to touch myself: my tits, my mouth, pussy, all imagining it was his mouth, hands, and dick doing the work." She breathed deeply. "How did the woman look?" asked Tracee, subconsciously licking her lips. "Oh, she was gorgeous. Even in the dim light, her eyes were blazing. I remember the shine of her skin from the sweat, her tits were magnificent with real dark nipples, a little bigger than yours." She casually took one of Tracee's in her hand, hefting it like she was checking melons in the produce section. Charles saw the tiny shiver in Tracee when Dawn touched her. She's been playing hard to get, but between the heat, the smoke, and touch, she was weakening. "They stopped for a second. He got up, a nice fat cock with the bushiest pubic hair, and moved behind her. Then, they started watching me as they fucked each other. I was able to see everything, his dick sliding in and out, the way he licked her neck. She never took her eyes off me, began sucking her own nipples." "Unbelievable." said Tracee. "UN-fucking-believable" She wiped some perspiration from her forehead. "Stay down here for a few more weeks and you will see weirder things, I guarantee it." Dawn slid off the log and sat on the sand, leaning with her back to it. She smoked the Bidi down to a roach, and stubbed it out in the sand before pulling out a fresh one and lighting it. Dawn took a deep draw and asked, "Where was I?" Before anyone could get out a reply, she snapped her fingers. "Oh yeah. I remember. I was wearing this Taffeta dress, the ugliest orange on God's green earth, and before I knew it, my hands were underneath. Oh God, I was so wet, I pulled those cotton drawers to the side and went to work." She took another puff, held the smoke and stared at the ceiling for a minute. "I've never done anything like that before, you know, in front of others. I've never felt so freer. I also had my first orgasm that night. I mean, it really knocked me down like a riptide. They stopped doing each other and just watched me. I was an expert at faking, my first boyfriend was the worse at sex. But, here, in this lil house, with complete strangers, my sexual barriers crumbled. From that day on, I never let the little things bother me." "Okay," said Tracee. "That was hot. Shit, I got a girly boner. Hell, I need a puff of that." "Girly boner," Charles chuckled. "That's a new one." Dawn passed the burning leaf to Tracee, stretching out her legs and running her hands over her arms and torso. "Great story, but I couldn't use that if I tried." said Charles. He was totally stiff, scratching at the grains of sand caught between his dick and the material of the swim trunks. "Not all writers have to experience it to tell it, just remember the important details." said Dawn. "Goodness, Charles. You look like you're gonna have a fit, pawing at yourself like that." "It's the sand, this shit is everywhere." "Well, just take them off then." He paused for a brief second then pulled them off, brushing away the irritating kernels on his thighs. "Fuck it," Tracee announced, standing up and undoing the sari. "This is why we came in the first place." She unfolded her blanket and laid it on on the sandy floor, rolled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles and took a seat in one corner. Charles sat down last, completing the triangle. "I have a question, Tracee." asked Dawn as she lit up a fresh smoke. "How come you and Charles never got together, other than the obvious reason?" "Good question," replied Charles, laying down lengthwise of both women. "She has been with a guy before." "I knew I wasn't attracted to men when puberty struck." She took a drag on the tobacco, blowing a perfect smoke ring. "To be sure, I gave myself to a guy from school. I didn't want it to be Chuck, because if I was right, I didn't want him to think that it was his fault I was a lesbian." "Wow, that's friendship right there." Dawn took a look at him. "You should feel so lucky to have a friend like her by your side." "She reminds me of that everyday." he chuckled, leaning over and plucking the Bidi from Tracee's lips. "I didn't mind her losing her virginity to another guy, because I didn't want her to find out how inexperienced I was." He leaned on his back as he smoked, careful not to ash on himself, but not caring that his cock was waving like a battered flagpole. "My turn," said Tracee. "Dawn, I noticed in your story that you didn't really join in. Ever been with a woman?" "A make out session when I was drunk, one time during Fantasy Fest, but never really been with just a woman. That night, here in the stone house, I felt a little embarrassed and ran off into the night. Never knew what might have happened if I stayed." Charles watched the rise and fall of Dawn's chest, short breaths that moved her breasts in a hypnotic pattern. He noticed that she was watching the jerk and sway of his dick at the same time. "So, what do you do for sexual release?" asked Charles. "You haven't mentioned a current boyfriend." "Honestly, in this town, I don't get down too much with the locals." She stared at him, then at Tracee. "Loose lips sink ships, but I know where to get dick if I need it, plus a mail order dildo stashed away for emergencies." There was a long silence, just the rustle of the palms and the sound of burning leaf from the Bidi. "I have to say, Tracee. You've never been curious to see what your buddy was packing, even if it wasn't your cup of tea?" Tracee took a serious look at his pulsing shaft. "To be honest, my only time with a guy was so bad, and short, I never really thought about it. I figured if you've seen one, you've seen them all." "But, his looks so delicious." Charles felt his internal temperature rise, broke eye contact with both of them and looked towards the ceiling. Dawn rolled onto her stomach and crawled over to him. Resting on her elbows, she was inches away, he could fell her breath on his stomach. "Tracee, come here." Charles stayed in place, on his back with his hands under his head, just watching with his eyes. Tracee joined Dawn and they stared at his twitching cock, like two kids watching an anthill. "Charles, you mind?" Dawn had a hand in the air, in the act of grabbing him. He cleared him throat, squeaking out, "Go ahead." Wrapping her slender fingers around him, she held it straight up. "You use dildos, Tracee?" "Once or twice, but penetration wasn't my thing." She watched as Dawn slowly stroked him, her breaths also shallow. "Tell me one thing you always thought about doing with a penis, before, you know." Tracee was quiet for a minute, staring at Charles, who rose up on his elbows. Dawn's hand was firm but giving. He muffled his groan when her thumb circled the top, drawing out a strand of pre-come. "I always wonder why guys are so adamant about blow jobs. Does the woman get any pleasure or are they just being selfish?" Instead of answering, Dawn opened her mouth and took him. "Oh, Shit." He groaned, thighs clenching and toes curling. Even though he saw this coming a mile away, it still took him by surprise. She stayed in that position for a few seconds, twirling her tongue around his head, before releasing him. "He tastes pretty good, even with the salt water." She offered it to Tracee, like one would offer a lick of an ice cream cone. Tracee looked at his shiny mushroomed head, then at him, and at Dawn before taking him in her hand. She barely got a hold, her hesitance to hold him showing. "Chuck," she whispered, looking for guidance. "It's cool. Just think of me as your guinea pig." Dawn slid a hand up and down her back, reassuring her that everything was okay.. Tracee paused another second before placing her lips on his head, a tiny peck. He watched as she licked her lip, tasting the clear solution he left behind. She gave him another kiss, then another, each one longer and a little deeper than the last. Then, she slid her lips over his head, taking a couple inches into her mouth. "Nice," drawled Dawn. She moved her hand lower, massaging one of Tracee's ass cheeks. Charles drew in a big breath as she took more of him inside her hot mouth. "It's not so bad, huh?" "Mm mm." Tracee hummed as she sucked her first dick. She came up with a gasp and little pop. "That was different, but breathing was little rough." She followed Dawn's fingers down to her ass and spread her thighs a little wider. "Would you like to taste something different?" "I was hoping you would ask." She got up from her spot next to Charles and crawled to the back of Tracee who let go out Charles's spit shined dick and rolled onto her back. Charles grabbed a hold of himself and began to slowly stroke. Dawn settled in between Tracee's thighs and took a closer look. "You have a beautiful pussy, and your clit, it's so big." She kissed the top of it. "I'll start here." Tracee gasped as Dawn began to lick her swollen nub, then suck it, loud slurping filling the room. "You sure this is your first time?" she moaned, reaching out and grabbing Charles by the hand. "You're so turned on, I don't have to work as hard." She kissed further down, taking time to kiss Tracee's inner thighs. "You smell wonderful, it's just not the sunscreen either." She stuck her tongue inside, accompanied with a finger, pleased at Tracee's reaction of bliss. "I've never seen you with a woman, even though I've thought about it." breathed Charles. "This is amazing." "It's a first for all of us." gasped Tracee. "Right there, don't stop," she pleaded to Dawn. "I can't stand on the sidelines anymore." He moved towards Dawn's leg, kissing her on the back on the kneecap. He reached for her bikini bottoms and she shifted her hips so he could pull them off. Dawn never stopped pleasuring Tracee as he moved his head between her legs. When she spread her thighs, her shiny vulva welcomed him with a wink. He licked the secretions first, using his fingers to open her up. Finding her clit between the folds of flesh, he concentrated on that, drawing a moan from her. He felt a hand running up his thigh,Tracee was reaching for him. He shifted his hips closer so she could have some fun. She took him in her mouth again, completing the daisy chain. Everyone was giving and getting pleasure. "Is this right, Chuck?" she asked between her panting from the pleasure of Dawn working her over. "You're good, real good" he replied. He stuck his tongue deeper inside Dawn. The area in the stone house filled quickly with heaving breaths and soft moans. After a few minutes, Dawn suggested a position change and everyone reversed. Tracee's pussy was so wet, Charles was doing more drinking that lapping. He toyed with her giant clit, slow and methodical as he drew circles around it with the tip of his tongue. All of his cunnilingus skills, tips he learned from the recipient of his oral lashing was working, the vise grip she put on his head with her firm thighs told him that he was an attentive student. He thrust his hips into Dawn's waiting mouth as she sucked him off with reckless abandon. She was soon in the thrashing throes of her first orgasm thanks to Tracee's mouth and finger combination. "Oh fuck, I'm coming, hard" she squealed as she grabbed Tracee by her curly top and ground against her tongue. His cock was freed from her jaw and she forgot about him, riding her orgasmic wave. Charles watched as she thrashed, breasts shuddering, mouth agape, a little envious that it was Tracee taking her over the edge. "Holy Shit." Dawn exclaimed, collapsing on the blanket. Tracee rose up, wiping her lips with a devious grin. "I've never left one behind yet." "I've never had someone eat me out like that," She ran a hand between her legs, spreading the nectar all over her thighs. "One down, two to go." said Charles "Oh Chuck, just because a woman doesn't hold a parade announcing it, doesn't mean she didn't have one." She leaned over, kissing him on the lips. It wasn't the first time they kissed, but he felt something behind her lips mashing against his, something emotional. He tasted the mixture of all three of them, with a dash of coconut sunblock. "That's two down, one to go," said Dawn, still gasping rubbing her stomach. "Well, I still don't do the penis thing." said Tracee, squeezing one of Dawn's nipples. "But, I would like to see him in action." "I could go some more, come here." Dawn signaled him with a wag of her manicured nail. Tracee gave them some room, stealing another Bidi from Dawn's bag. "What are in these things?" Charles crawled over to Dawn, zeroing in her her hardened nipple. He sucked them gently at first, but at her insistence, began to bite and gnaw on them. She tugged on his cock, keeping him hard, as he went to town on her sweaty tits. Spreading her legs again, she guided him inside. "Fuck me, Chuck." she hissed, lifting her leg over his shoulder. He went deep on his first stroke, burying himself to the hilt. She was so wet, but she gripped him from the inside, pulling him in deeper with each push. Tracee moved to the back of the couple, where she got a full view of him connected to Dawn. His thrusts quickened, building a frothy cream on the edges of her labia. He turned his head and watched Tracee, watching them. She put down the smoke and began to play her herself, one hand rubbing circles around her nipple and the other two fingers rubbing her pussy. "That's hot, don't stop." She bit her lip, a little shudder coursing through her body. "Oh yeah, that's my spot, Baby." moaned Dawn, bucking her hips to meet his. Charles began to devour Dawn's tits, switching from one nipple to another, keeping them hardened. Her moans increased and her nails raked down his back, to his ass, gripping and pulling him in deeper. He pounded harder, their pelvic impact making audible liquid splats. "Wait, wait, wait." she put her hands on his chest, gently pushing him away. "Are you okay?" He stopped, leaning back on his haunches, sticky cock waving in the air. "Sure, I just was to see Tracee before I come." She rolled onto her side, patting the space behind her. "Take me from the back." He lay down behind her, rubbing his cock against her ass and licking her salty neck. She raised a thigh to ease his passage. When he was in, she grabbed his hand and placed it over her tit, squeezing hard. Tracee kept jilling herself, rubbing a thumb over her enlarged clit with two fingers now moving inside. She locked eyes with Charles, reading minds, smiling as they shared the intensity of this moment. He may have been inside another woman, but his soul was with Tracee and hers with him. "I'm coming again," squealed Dawn. Her next words was unintelligible, a mix of swearing and gurgling. Tracee threw her head back, shaking out a piercing orgasm behind clenched teeth. Dawn reached out and rubbed her on the calf. Charles kept pumping away, his eyes clenched shut, stinging from sweat. His stomach buckled as Dawn tightened, legs closed together like a vise. Key West Hospitality "I'm coming." he huffed, pulling out with a resounding pop. "Tracee, come here." Dawn let him go, spinning around and started to milk him. Tracee joined her, two hands moving at two speeds. Dawn put her lips on his shaft and Tracee followed suit. Charles couldn't hold it anymore and shot a milky bullet directly into the air. Dawn opened her mouth, the next blast hit right in her pearly white teeth. "Oh my." said Dawn in amazement as he kept coming. When his spurts lessened to dribbles, all three were covered with his seed. Tracee had more than a few drops in her hair, Dawn's tit's and chin were bathed in his jism, and he had a few strands caught in the curly hairs of his chest. "I can taste those Mojitos," she wiped some come from her cheek and licked it off. She offered some to Tracee, who declined. "I can't stand Mojitos, but I'll take your word for it." They lay in silence for the next few minutes, trying to recover. The sun moved positions, now beaming into the room from the doorway. "We must look a right mess." said Dawn, rising up and wiping her hands on the blanket. "How are we going clean this up?" said Tracee, pulling at the gobs of semen in her hair. "I ran out of what water I had at the beach." "Use the sand, until we can sneak into the surf," suggested Charles, grabbing a handful of it and rubbing it into his chest. "Good idea." said Dawn, rubbing the grains on her breasts. "Safe to say, we won't be bringing this up at the next get-together?" asked Tracee, slapping Charles on the arm. "This will be our Vegas." said Charles. "Besides, who would believe us?" "Any chance of you two doing something after you get back up North? You two seem like you belong together." "Probably not, but if she brings home any freaks from the club, you know where I stand." joked Charles who was rewarded with another slap on the arm. "How long before you get back on the road?" asked Dawn, picking up her top and slipping it on. "We supposed to leave in the morning, but I can always call in sick." "Well, I would love for you two to join me for a drink at the bar. One for the road, you could say." "That works for me," said Charles as he tucked his spent dick in his shorts. The three of them got dressed, gathered the rest of their belongings, making sure to leave nothing behind. They tread quietly out of the Naval zone, having to hunker down when a military jeep zoomed past. The beach was even more packed than before, and Charles took no chances of the wandering eyes as he ran down and dove into the water. Tracee and Dawn weren't too far behind, pretending to horseplay, but washing away the rest of the evidence.