Simply Sara

by Robin Pentecost

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Chapter 8

The next Friday, Sara was working hard on Steve´s conference, now only days away. She had almost everything under control and didn´t expect any real problems. The benefit of working with Steve´s boss was that he, too, was a real pro, and between them they were able to make the difficult seem easy. They had agreed at the beginning not to attempt the impossible.

       Sara was taking a break with a cup of coffee when the phone rang again. She answered.

       A woman´s voice said, “My name is Charity Hoyle. You talked with a man named Harry about a club he and I belong to. Do you remember?’

       “Yes, I remember. And you even have a last name. How can I help you?’

       “I know you´re at your office, so I won´t take your time right now. Is there any chance we could meet today or tomorrow? I´m in your city,’ she explained.

       “You came here without setting something up first? Well, I don´t really have anything doing for tonight. Do you want to get together for dinner?’  

       “Yes, that would be a nice idea. Why don´t I meet you at the hotel lounge? Just tell me when you´ll be free.’

       Sara made the arrangements and went back to work. Later that afternoon, Steve called again to check on some detail. Closing her door, Sara confided to Steve that she had an interview that evening. Hesitating for a moment, she made a decision.

       “Last week, Steve, I got a call on Sunday. I´d answered an ad for a club manager, and this guy called me and we talked for half an hour about the job, but you´d never believe what we talked about. I mean, we talked about fucking and how often I do it, and all sorts of stuff like that.’

       “What was he, a weirdo?’ Steve asked.

       “No,’ Sara said, “that´s what´s weird. He was a nice guy, a lawyer he said, and he really seemed to be interviewing me. And today I got a call from a woman who wants to meet with me tonight about the job.’

       “It sure sounds strange,’ Steve said. “What are you going to do?’

       “I figure I´ll meet the lady and see what she´s like and what I think. It doesn´t cost to listen and look. And, if she´s a weirdo, I can call the cops.’

       “Well, in one way,’ Steve said, “it sounds kind of interesting. I wouldn´t mind a job that included a lot of fucking, just as long as it´s not whoring. I´m not really sure how to define that, but I know what it means.

       “So do I, I think,’ said Sara. “And what the hell, I´ll at least get dinner out of it.’

       Sara worked hard the rest of the afternoon, forgetting about Charity Hoyle until it was almost time to meet her. She closed up her office hurriedly and headed for the lounge.

       A woman was sitting outside the lounge looking expectant, so Sara asked if she were Ms. Hoyle. She was. They went in and took a table, ordering drinks and making polite conversation until they were served. They were interrupted twice by people from Sara´s office asking questions that Sara handled quickly and efficiently, though she didn´t really want to be interrupted. All the time, of course, the two women were sizing each other up.

       Charity was about eight or ten years older than Sara. A striking blonde, she was tall and slender, dressed in a khaki skirt that ended above her knees to show pretty, bare legs. She wore a white pilot´s shirt with shoulder straps and button pockets. She carried a tailored khaki jacket that went with her skirt. Her face was pretty and showed signs of much laughter. Her eyes were a sparking blue. Her voice was deep and she spoke quietly. Charity drew every man´s eye without being flashy. She had an almost palpable aura, a peaceful confidence and assurance that was incredibly attractive. When she looked at anyone – Sara or a passing man – she looked carefully and thoroughly, with no sign of embarrassment, until she had satisfied herself that she had seen what she wanted. Then, she went on to the next thing to look at. Her gaze was penetrating, but Sara never felt that she was being judged, even though she knew that was the purpose of Charity´s visit. And she listened the way she looked, with full concentration. Sara found Charity Hoyle a most interesting person. At first, she was not quite sure what to make of her.

       They sipped their drinks, chatting, until Charity said, “Sara, I don´t want to talk seriously here. It´s a nice hotel, and I can see that you fit in well. But I want to talk to you rather candidly, and this isn´t the place, even for a conventional job interview. Is there somewhere we could go and talk privately?’

       Sara hesitated, then made a decision. “Why don´t we go to my place? I´ll make a salad or something and we can talk about any damn thing you want.’

       Charity´s face brightened even more, if possible, and she agreed wholeheartedly.

       When Sara opened the door to her apartment, a blast of heat hit them both. “Damn,’ Sara said as she entered and began opening windows, “I left the shades up this morning because it was cloudy, and then it turned nice. It´ll cool off soon. Why don´t you take off your jacket? Or, I'll tell you, I´ve got a pair of shorts and a halter you can put on. What do you say?’

       Charity started to undo her shirt. “I don´t see why we don´t just go naked. Is that all right with you? Or, am I rushing things?’ Charity had clearly seen Sara´s initial hesitation and stopped with her shirt half open. Sara could see the woman´s bare chest in the inch or so of opening down the front. ‘Decisions,´ Sara thought. Saying nothing, she dropped her skirt to the floor and pulled off her top. In no time, she was naked, picking up her things and heading for the bedroom to hang them up. “Bring your stuff in here,’ she called over her shoulder. “You´ll want to hang them up or something and the bathroom´s in here,’ she continued as Charity followed her with her suitcase, now naked, too.

       When they were back in the living room, Sara made drinks and handed one to Charity. The older woman had firm, medium-size breasts and a light bush of pubic hair that was cropped close. Sara could see the start of her slit and the lips of her pussy. Her tan was continuous, as Sara had known it would be. Her flat stomach showed signs of stretch marks. Sara wondered how many children had passed through those brown thighs. And, how many men.

       Charity was sitting on the sofa, her arms around one knee and her chin resting on it. Charity was inspecting Sara´s body as well. She smiled.

       “I´m really more comfortable this way, you know, and I bet you are, too.’

       “Yes, I am. But, you know, I´ve never been naked with a woman before. Not alone. No, not ever. It´s a little strange,’ Sara said.

       “Well, I won´t attack you. You have a lovely body, but I only came here to meet you and talk to you about the club, you know. We really need a capable person for this job.’

       Sara had the strong impression that, if she chose, she could learn some new things from this woman, and not just about business. For the time being, however, she kept things as formal as Charity was doing, ignoring the fact that they were both completely naked. She sat cross-legged on the other end of the sofa.

       “The one thing I found out from Harry,’ Sara said, “Was that you guys don´t talk about your precious club very much. Just what the hell is it anyway, a whorehouse or a nudist camp? I´m afraid I´ve gotten a little sick of the evasions.’

       “I don´t blame you. That´s why I´m here to answer any questions you may have. Everything at the club is completely legal, but we have to be very discrete, and I´m sure you will keep our conversation to yourself. But that said, I expect that before we´re through, you will know all about us, and I will know whether to offer you the job.’

       “You must have some authority, then,’ Sara said.

       “Well, I´ve been running the club for the past ten years. Now, I want to do something else and I have the executive committee´s agreement to hire whomever I think is the right person for the job. When Harry told me about your conversation, and how straightforward and funny you were, I figured you were the closest thing to a good bet we´ve been able to find in several months of looking. So, I came here on a hunch, you might say.’

       Sara nodded, then said, “Well, the first thing I want to know is what this is all about. Then I can decide if I want to even think about working for you. Just let me get some more drinks and something to eat. I have a feeling this will take a while.’  

       Sara went into the kitchen and Charity followed. They both worked at making drinks and assembling some cold food, their bodies brushing past each other in the tight space. At one point Sara´s nipples brushed across Charity´s back. Another time, Sara felt Charity´s buttocks press against hers. The contact felt natural enough, but Sara began to be aroused. Before long, they were finished, and when they were settled down again, Sara was ready for action. She pushed her desire aside as Charity began her tale.

       “When we started out, there were a bunch of us: six young, married couples, pretty much just out of college. We were all buddies, all yuppies, I guess, and we got together one summer and rented a house at the beach. On the weekends we´d all go down there and swim and play. In the evenings, we´d drink beer and play cards and stuff.

       “One night, we all got a little high and starting playing strip poker. After a while, I was bare to the waist and the guy next to me began feeling me up. I reached into his shorts and grabbed him. Before I knew it, he had picked me up and I was getting laid on the card table. When we both had come, everyone else was naked, and everybody was fucking everyone else.

       “We spent all night and the next day screwing our brains out. That´s what it was, but because we were all buddies, it was like making love in a big family. I know I had every guy in the place at least twice that weekend, and my husband had all the women, too. He and I even made love to each other several times. It was fantastic. I still think about it.

       “Then we went home for the week, and the next weekend we came back and took off our clothes as soon as we got there and spent the whole weekend making love to each other. Most of the time it was ordinary man-woman sex. But one weekend, I got eaten out by one of the other women and I learned that I am bisexual, at least now and then. Some of the guys found out the same things. This went on all summer, and some of us even got together during the week. Harry and I (he is my husband, you know) loved every minute of it. We´d just never realized how much we loved loving our friends – in every sense.

       “When the weather got colder, we couldn´t keep wandering around in the nude in a summer beach house. We all talked it over and we didn´t want to give up the pleasure of unlimited loving. One of the guys found us a big apartment in the city, and we set that up as a playpen for the winter. And, we went back to the beach house the following summer.

       “Now, as time went on, some people decided to quit, and we found others we liked who wanted to join us. And some of the women decided to get pregnant, so they wouldn´t show up for the fun for a while until they caught (got pregnant, that is) and could go at it again. I had two kids, and Harry and I never had any question whose they were, which was important to us.

       “Before too many summers were past, we knew this was a permanent part of our lives. Also, there were more of us, and the old beach house couldn´t really hold any more. The winter apartment was too crowded for all of us to play at once. We needed to make a big move. But any big move meant a change in the way we did things. Even though we were all doing well financially, we couldn´t swing a big place with just the few couples we had at the time.  

       “So we began recruiting more actively. We let word get around that there was a swing club somewhere and that it took some money to get into, but that was private and exclusive. Whenever we got a nibble, one or two couples would meet with the people and see what they were like. Those we liked, we let join us. Those we didn´t never realized they´d been tested. We didn´t want people mad at us and we wanted those who did join to be part of our family. They had to be people we could love in some sense.’

       Sara interrupted. She was now wet with desire, and her nipples painfully hard. “But you can´t love everyone, can you?’

       “It´s surprising, but you can love a lot of people, a lot more than you might think. Nice people are fun to be with, and being with them might just as well include sex, shouldn´t it? The only person in my life I really have loved – with a Big L – is Harry. But there are a lot of people I like well enough to have sex with. It makes me feel good and it makes them feel good, too. I like that.

       “Anyway, as we gained members, we looked around and found an old estate not far away that we could buy and make into a clubhouse. Actually, it was a miracle. It´s got a lot of land and a big house with a high wall all around it so it´s as private as we want. We formed a company and bought the place and went to work on it. I got the job of running it. And that´s how we got started.’

       “So, how many people are there, now?’ Sara asked.

       “Our membership is now 300-and-some families. Most of them don´t live right near by, so they don´t come as often as the rest. But quite a few families moved to the new location and live only minutes away. Most of us are married and have kids, but there are singles, too. There are single men and single women, and some of them have children as well.’

       “Do you mean the kids come to the club, too? Is that legal?’

       “Well, it´s legal for children to do most things their parents permit. What gets illegal is when older people mess with kids. We try to be careful about that. But otherwise, the kids do just as we do; they love their friends, which means they start having sex at an early age and enjoy it just the way the older people do.’

       “And you all sit around all the time bare-ass and fuck each other.’ Sara´s skepticism was obvious.

       “Yes, it does seem unlikely,’ Charity agreed. “The way it really works is that, yes, we are all naked at the club most of the time, and anytime someone feels like making it, they either go to one of the bedrooms – we have 20 bedrooms – or if they can´t wait, or don´t care, they just do it right then and there. Some of the members really enjoy doing it in public, but nobody minds, so they go right ahead.

       “It´s not a continuous orgy, the way things were in our early days – not an orgy at all. It´s just a place where you can go and do what comes naturally to you with people you know and like. I might have three or four partners an evening when I´m there, but if I don´t feel like it, I´ll be left alone.’

       “I would have to see it to believe it,’ Sara said, “but I must admit the idea seems very attractive.’ She rubbed her bush and grinned. “You´ve got me all hot to trot.’

       Charity laughed. “Well, I´m sorry if you´re uncomfortable, but there you are. Now let´s talk about your work and what you´ve been doing in the hotel business.’

       The two beautiful, naked women began a long and earnest discussion, talking about Sara´s background, about the needs of the club, the job opportunity and the rest. They moved around the apartment, getting fresh drinks and things to eat. But they basically sat together on the sofa, sometimes close enough that their bodies touched.

       Increasingly they enjoyed each other´s company. Charity was interesting, smart and fun. Sara felt herself becoming really friendly with a woman for the first time in her life. She decided to say so. “I´ve never had many female friends, Charity. Usually, I was too busy with boys, or the girls thought I was competition for them. Which I certainly was, since I would put out and they wouldn´t.’

       “That doesn´t surprise me,’ Charity responded. “Most highly sexed women I know have the same experience. I did, too. But some of that has changed since I am now in a group where we´re all in the same boat, so to speak, and besides, we all get just about all the sex we want.’

       “That´s something I´ve never had – all the sex I want,’ Sara admitted. “Only one time, that was when a guy I know set me up with himself and two of his friends. After that I felt great, but sort of guilty, you know?’

       “Yes, guilt´s a real problem,’ Charity said, turning toward Sara on the couch, her breasts moving with her. She leaned forward and took Sara´s hand for a moment. They had both been sitting cross-legged, or with their legs on the coffee table. Now, Charity stretched her legs out alongside Sara. Somehow, Sara felt the contact very keenly, but as warmth and comfort. She let her hand rest on the brown thigh that touched her hip and stretched her legs alongside Charity´s.

       “It took me a long time and a lot of thinking to get to the point I´m at today,’ Charity said, looking Sara straight in the eye. “I used to wonder if I was going to go to Hell, or if I was some kind of weirdo. But now, I know what is right and what´s wrong for me. And, that´s what I live by. It hasn´t been easy to deal with, but I´ve managed with Harry´s help, and we´ve both learned from some of the others. Our lifestyle is dead against your good old American morality, you know. Do you have a lot of trouble with it?’

       Sara turned the hand that rested on Charity´s thigh, gently and almost without thinking, stroking the taut flesh.

       “There are days when I lie in bed and wonder what´s wrong with me, Charity. Not a whole day, and not often. But I do wonder. Most people don´t care about sex. They could live without it forever. I´ve finally gotten to the point where I just sort of accept that I am the way I am. But I still sometimes feel like there´s something wrong with me. And then I say the hell with it and I call one of my boyfriends and get him to do what makes me feel better.’

       Charity smiled and sat back, releasing Sara´s hand, but keeping the eye contact. “I remember your remark to Harry about morality not having anything to do with fucking. I agree, but I´ll bet that group thing you did got to you a bit. Didn´t it?’

       “Well, yes. Except I felt so great afterward, and I did agree to it, even if it was a little bit of a surprise. And, the guy who got me into it was so wonderful. But yes, I spent most of the next day…’ Sara thought about it and chuckled. “I spent the next day lying naked on the balcony there, with my legs spread wide open, fussing about how wrong it all was.’

       “It´s hard to be worried and upset when you feel terrific, isn´t it?’ Charity reached to touch and caress Sara´s hand where it lay on her thigh. “I found that out myself. I really believe it´s the others – the ones who have bought the stuff about sex being wrong and ugly – who suffer. I´ve given up suffering and switched to enjoying myself. I know it´s good for me, and that it´s good for the people I love and make love to. I can´t expect more from life than that.’

       Sara felt warmly that Charity had put her finger on Sara´s problem. She felt a warmth spread all over her body that was both exciting and relaxing at the same time.

       “Look at you,’ Charity exclaimed, with a delighted smile. “Just look at you, you´re blushing! You´re blushing all over your whole body. God, you look gorgeous.’

       “Oh, Charity,’ Sara admitted, laughing, “Somehow what you said rang a bell for me. I´ll have to think about it, but I know you´re right.’

       “I´m glad. Now, how about it? Will you come to work for us? I´m making the offer.’ Charity´s face was serious, but her eyes and mouth reflected the happiness Sara felt.

       “Well, I want to see the place and get an idea of what it will be like, but yes. Yes. I´ll come and run your playpen.’ Sara said, smiling.

       “Good. There´s just one condition. You have to tell me what perfume you use. I noticed it this afternoon, and I´ve been smelling it all night and it´s absolutely gorgeous on you. Will you tell me what it is?’

       Sara stared at Charity for a moment, then burst out laughing. “I´ll do better. I´ll show you where to get it.’ She tilted her hips and rubbed the palm of her hand across the mouth of her wet vagina. The, she wiped her hand across her breasts. The scent of her sex momentarily filled the air, then subsided. “Every morning, after I masturbate, or whatever, I do that. That´s my personal perfume. Try it.’

       Charity lifted her leg and did as Sara had done. Once again, the air carried the scent of warm woman. Charity sniffed and nodded. “Yes. It´ll probably work for me, too.’ She smiled. “That´s going to save Harry a bundle on perfume. “But, now it´s midnight, and I´d better be going.’ Charity said, and moved to get up from the sofa.

       Sara´s hand was still on Charity´s thigh. “Why don´t you stay here?’ she asked.