by Mia Moore
When I felt her start to tremble, I slid a third finger up inside her, spreading her wide. At the same time, I stopped my gentle nibbles and ravished her clit with my mouth, chewing her. Again and again I assaulted her, pulling and yanking every drop of pleasure out of her she had.
She didn’t cry out, she didn’t grunt. She screamed. With a howl from her soul, at the top of her lungs, she screamed my name and the word yes. Over and over again, I heard her calling out “Jessy! Yes! Yes Jessy!” I rode her through her orgasm, through time and space and back to my arms, softening my mouth and hand, bringing her back to earth.
Her breath was ragged when I stopped and rested my head between her legs, inhaling the strong scent of her climax and tasting her flowing juices that had bathed my tongue. She relaxed her grasp on my hair and began to stroke the top of my head as she came back down from her orgasm.
“Oh wow. Oh… wow wow…”
I kept my head down, acknowledging her pleasure with soft kisses along her thigh.
“Jessy, Jessy. My beautiful Jessy,” she murmured over and over, stroking my hair and neck. “Oh Jessy, that was wonderful…”
I picked up my head and crawled up until we were face to face. I cupped her face in my hand and kissed her. Our tongues now gently stroking in pleasure and gratitude. Pulling away, I l stared into her eyes.
“Thank you, Carrie. Thank you so much…”
She rested her head on my shoulder and hugged me.
We lay there for a while, quietly stroking each other. Our legs were nestled within each other, and our feet were stroking the other’s calves. She was just a touch damp with sweat. I closed my eyes and drifted within the wonder and joy of the moment.
Her head on my shoulder, she purred into my skin “There’s something special about you Jessy. And it’s more than the parts.” She tapped the center of my chest. “There’s something very, very special in here, and I think you’ve not shared that very much with people. So thank you, darling.”
Cuddly Swingers 4: Hedonism Overture
Chapter 1: ‘Okay, You Win’
The next morning I woke up alone, cuddled under the covers. After she caught her breath, Carrie went down on me and it was wondrous. We both went at it again using toys until we were both totally wrung out.
We lay together entwined until we both started to doze. Josh nudged Carrie awake, and they made their way back to their room. Before leaving, Josh told me that my pussy was going to receive a thick load of his cum before I went home. I realized after they left that they wanted to come to my place instead of theirs so that I wouldn’t have to leave alone when we finished playing.
He had also tucked me in and kissed my forehead goodnight. It was a little weird, but sweet.
I slept like a rock, and was totally refreshed the next morning when I woke without an alarm at 8:00.
I left my room for breakfast dressed in a pair of Bermuda shorts and a see through tank top. It was a beautiful morning, and there wasn’t a lot of people about. This place has 24 hour bars, and I think a lot of the guests party into the wee hours.
I almost didn’t go to breakfast. The night before was pretty intense. The sex with Carrie was more than I ever could have imagined sex with a woman could be. I was still horny just from the memory of her taste. On top of that, I was feeling a little rocky emotionally.
I felt beautiful this morning, and I had never felt beautiful the morning after a casual sexual encounter. I usually felt… well, tawdry. Cheap or something. Any thought I would have about myself—my appearance or morals or whatever—I would always be down on myself the morning after. But this morning, instead of feeling lumpy and cheap… I felt renewed. A lot more than world rocking sex had happened between Carrie and I last night, and I wanted to catch my breath.
I was hungry as a bear at breakfast and filled my boots. French toast, sausages, coffee (with sugar, no pink stuff needed this morning, thank you!) and a plate of fruit. Who knew what the rest of the morning would bring? I wanted to make sure I had my energy up for whatever else this place had in store for me.
I checked out the daily activities in the lobby and saw that there was going to be naked volleyball on the nude beach starting at 10:00 a.m.. Sounded good to me! I headed back to my room for sunscreen, my sunglasses and some other items.
I was heading up one of the paths and I saw heading towards me was that guy Steve from yesterday. He was fully dressed— a hat, sunglasses, a golf shirt, shorts and loafers with socks. The only other people I had seen with that much clothes on since I arrived were the staff. He also had a leather portfolio tucked under his arm.
I must have been staring at him, because when we approached he smiled at me and said “I have some errands to run, Jess, that’s all.”
I stopped, tilted my head at him and nodded. “That obvious, eh?”
“Yeah.” He looked down at his outfit. “Joe tourist get ups look sort of out of place here, hunh?”
“Yeah.”
There was an uncomfortable pause for about the count of three, then we both said at the same time, “Hey, about our run in at the beach yesterday—” It really was kind of funny, and we both kind of laughed and did the whole “Sorry, you go first” thing. Which made us laugh again.
He held up his hand. “Look, I know it’s supposed to be ‘Ladies First’ and all, but let me get my apology in first, okay? I’m sorry I startled you. I really didn’t mean to.”
“Well, you sort of caught me off guard, and I was pretty deep in thought.” I shook my head a little. “But that didn’t give me the right to bite your head off either. So I’m sorry for my behavior back.”
He gave a bow. “Apology accepted my lady, will you accept mine as well?”
I replied with a corny half assed (okay, full assed—shut up already) kind of curtsey. “Why of course good sir.” Standing back up, I asked “What were you doing there so…”
“Concealed?”
“I was going to say off the beaten path.”
He scratched his head and smiled. “You sure about that?”
“Okay, okay, yeah, why were you hiding?” We both grinned at each other.
“I wasn’t spying on anyone.” He shoved one hand in his pocket and glanced down at the ground. “To tell the truth, I was trying to be sort of out of anyone’s way for a little while… during the sunset, I mean.”
Now he was sounding cryptic. “How come?”
“Ahhh…” he looked back up at me, then turned his head from side to side, scanning our surroundings. “Well, it’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve been here, and I always loved the sunsets. I guess I just wanted my first night’s sunset to be just for me.”
My BS detector quivered, but not in a bad way. He wasn’t being completely frank, yeah, but what he was saying was the truth.
I have no idea why I said what I did next. I had no idea that what I said next was going to change my life.
I crossed my arms and said to him “And the last time you were here, it was with someone pretty special to you, and you were missing her, right?”
His eyes widened. “Who you been talking to?”
“Nobody. I just read a lot of mystery novels. I always loved Sherlock Holmes.”
A sad kind of smile played across his lips when he nodded, again looking down at the ground. “Well, you pretty well got it right.”
I looked him over as he stood there. Christ, he must have been six foot three or more—I felt short standing next to him. He had to have had ten years on me—his short cropped hair was silver at his temple. Not gray—silver. It shone in the sunlight coming through the palm trees that lined the walkway.
Holy shit, Sherlock! You don’t want to just fuck him! You’re attracted to him! Oh man, this was too much. I clamped my mouth shut so I didn’t say anything, because I knew if I kept my gums flapping, I’d say something stupid.
We stood there in silence for a few moments.
He looked up at me. “Okay, you win.”
; “What?”
“I used to be in sales, and there often comes a time, when two people who grow quiet between each other, there’s a saying ‘First person who speaks loses’. So I guess that’s me.”
“I wasn’t trying to win anything!”
He smiled at me. Damn it! He has a great smile! Shit.
“Me neither, Jessy.” Where the hell did Jessy come from now? “I just didn’t want to sound like a jerk, so I stayed quiet.”
I snorted. “I know that feeling, believe me.” He still stayed quiet, so I said “Why don’t you say something stupid now? I’m ready.”
He ducked his head down again and scuffed his loafer on the road like a kid caught stealing a candy bar or something. This time I kept my mouth shut and waited for his answer.
He rose his head and looked me in the eye. “Okay. Here goes. I’m attracted to you. I’d like to get to know you better.” Now he wasn’t smiling. He pressed his lips together. I was a little confused by what he said, then it dawned on me. He was nervous!
“Attracted like you want to fuck me attracted? Or attracted like attracted attracted?” Yep. Wait long enough and I will talk stupid.
For a second the wheels turned in his head to match the confused look on his face. Then he said “Oh! Attracted attracted, of course!” He saved me with that smile. We had just let each other off the hook of appearing stupid I guess. He held his hand up—not that I wouldn’t love to fuck you!” Good save there, buster. Then his face got kind of screwy. “I mean, uhhh… oh shit, I hope you know what I meant!”
I laughed out loud this time. This. Was. The. Wierdest. Pickup line. EVER. I nodded. “Yeah, I think I do. So what are you going to do about it?” Standing closer to him, I checked out his clothes. He was wearing Oakley’s for his sunglasses, Sperry top-siders for his loafers, and the embroidered emblem on his shirt was Polo by Lauren. I’ll bet his shorts are Hilfigger. Shit, this guy had more money on his back for one day’s vacation wear than I made in a week at the restaurant.
“Uhhh… I got to take care of stuff this morning. How about dinner tonight? I’ll make reservations at the Italian place when I go through the lobby.”
“I think they’re full. I saw someone in the lobby be told that when I came out from breakfast.”
He held up his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll get us a table. What time would you like?”
Oh really? “So you got some pull here, eh?”
“The General Manager and I are friends, that’s all.”
“Okay. How about 7:30? Is that too early for you?”
He shook his head. “No, not at all, Jessy.” He paused for a moment. “What’s your room number? I’ll pick you up at 7:15.”
I almost said that I’d meet him there, but he was trying to do something here. He was trying to make this a date! A dinner date. At a Swinger’s resort. That neither him nor I were going to have to pay for, because it’s an all inclusive place. Even so, it was sweet. It was a date anyway. I had been at Hedonism for 24 hours and I was going on a date!
I inhaled. “Okay. Seven fifteen it is.” I gave him my room number, and we parted company. It took all of my will power to not turn around and look at him as he continued down the path. I was positive he was going to turn around and check me out, and I didn’t want to get caught.
Now what the hell does a girl who’s got a date for the night do at a Swinger’s resort all day?
I gotta find Carrie.
Chapter 2: This OK With You?
Steve
When I got about a hundred feet down the path from Jessy, I turned around and started walking backwards to see if she was going to look over her shoulder. She didn’t, and I walked my ass right into the trunk of a palm tree, knocking my head. At first I was disappointed she hadn’t turned around, but the knock on my head sent me a message that it was probably a good thing. After all, I did act like a kid at school just now, watching me waltz into the back of a tree would have shot any chance of looking cool all to hell.
She would have laughed like hell.
And is that a bad thing? I chuckled and stood there until she rounded a bend.
She was as sexy in those shorts as she was stark naked yesterday. I have to admit that I jerked off looking at the pics I took of her on the beach last night in my room. I hope she likes anal, because all last night I kept having a fantasy about fucking her in the ass.
Standing there at the tree, I started getting my own woody. I shook my head, adjusted my package, and headed to the lobby. On the way, I flipped open my portfolio and wrote a note—7:15 pick up, 7:30 dinner. Kenneth would have no problem getting an extra table for two added for tonight’s seating. He’d probably be over the moon for me. He adored Pam, yeah. But he’ll also be happy I’m putting my toe back in the water.
I was going to have to stop in town for some stuff for tonight that was for sure. I jotted down ‘Sports coat’. Then I jotted down ‘Flowers?’. Shit. I didn’t know if I would be overdoing it. I didn’t want to come on too strong. God damn it. It sucks being in your 40’s and not having been on a date in 25 years!
And Jessy was a lot younger than me. Shit. At least 15 years younger! She looked like she was in her mid-20’s or so.
Should I call Dorothy and ask for advice?
Yeah. That’s the ticket. Call your 22 year old daughter. ‘Hi honey, it’s Dad. Look, I’m down at a Swinger’s resort and just asked a woman who’s just a little older than you on a date. Got any tips?’
Right.
Maybe Danny? He’s 21.
‘Hey Dan-O, it’s the old man. Look, I got a date tonight, and I don’t want to come on too strong. Got any ideas? I mean, I’m probably going to fuck her… that is if she hasn’t been all fucked out by our date by everyone else here, that is. I just don’t want to come on too strong though.’
Yeah. Right. That’ll work.
I looked up at the sky. “This okay with you?” I said out loud. No answer from Pam. I still was looking up at the sky. “You know, this isn’t easy for me, I could use a hand here if you’re willing, honey!” Still no answer. There never had been any replies in the last five years. “You know, this silent treatment’s getting old, Pam!” I held my arms out. “Of course I miss you! But am I being disloyal? Will this date be cheating on you or something? I mean, it’s been a long time since I got me any…”
Nothing. I dropped my arms and headed to the lobby. “Thanks for all your help, hon,” I muttered. Last time I had a date was in high school, for Chrissakes! Okay, so I’m out of practice. Okay! Way out of practice! Welcome to the down side of marrying your high school sweetheart.
Enough of that shit. I had other important things to take care of today and I better get on the stick about them. I hoped that the stuff was ready for pickup.
Chapter 3: Get Centered
Jess
I didn’t know Josh and Carrie’s room number. Hell, I didn’t even know their last name! I went to the lobby to see if they could help me find them.
There must have been a few tours or something going out, because there was about thirty people in the lobby, all dressed, milling about. Nobody was checking in nor out, so I was able to get a woman at the reception desk’s attention right away.
“I’m trying to contact two guests here, but I don’t know their last name.”
She smiled at me. “And what names have they given ya, darlin’?”
“Josh and Carrie.”
“Oh! You just missed them! They were here leaving a note for a friend! Would you be Jessy?”
I nodded. She opened a drawer and took out a sealed envelope. Opening it, I read:
Hi Jessy!
Last night was wonderful. We hope to get together again. Josh felt a little left out (ha ha!)
We had a Catamaran cruise booked for this morning that we almost forgot about, last night was so intense! We’ll be back this evening around dinner time, and hope to see you then! Leave a message on our room’s voice mail so we can get together, okay?
&nb
sp; Love,
Carrie and Josh
Great. Just when I needed some advice, they’re gone for the day.
After breakfast, I went back to my room and put on one of my bathing suits. It was the black one piece I bought just in case I lost my nerve about being on the nude side. Grabbing a beach towel, I headed over to the Prude beach.
When I got there, I felt overdressed. Most of the women were in two piece suits, and a lot of them were topless. I didn’t give a damn. I had to figure this out. I grabbed a beach lounge chair and pulled it so that it was a little bit removed from the rest of the people on the beach.
Not that there were too many. They said online that most of the fun was over on the nude side. Which was fine with me.
Adjusting my sunglasses, I pulled a book from my beach bag and started reading. It was a Stephen King novel I grabbed in the airport.
I must have dozed off, because I was startled awake at the sound of my name. I looked up to see Frank and two other guys standing by my beach chair.
“I told you I’d find you again, Jess,” Frank said. Pointing to the other men with him, he said “I told you she was hot, didn’t I?”