The Last To Know - What I did while we were Engaged

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Right, ladies, let’s get you kitted out. We have to insist on elbow and knee pads, gloves as well as helmets.” He looked us over. “To be honest, I’d have preferred you in jeans, but as it’s the beginners’ trail I won’t have to insist.”

  “That’s good. I didn’t bring any jeans.”

  He laughed at my comment. “Good job you’re not going horse-riding then—they’re a ‘must have’ requirement for that.”

  He kept his red badge on, which surprised me, although he made a great show of making sure the pads were fitted correctly. I’m sure he didn’t need to run his fingers up and down my legs when he did that. Simone, though, got him to double check the fit of her pads, making him do it twice!

  He gave us a brief safety lecture and a tour of the bikes, which I could tell were pretty high quality ones. I mentally made a note of the model number and looked it up on the internet when I got home—a cool fifteen hundred dollars each. High end indeed—they’d spent a lot of money on the whole thing. I noticed he strapped a camera to the mount on his helmet and turned it on. I guess he was videoing the ride for us. Simone noticed too, but made no comment. I did see that sly smile of hers, though, that said she found the idea of the camera interesting.

  Lance had explained the route. We were swinging around the woods behind the cabins and then up a slight incline to the top of the property. We’d take a break there before tackling some more challenging terrain on the way back. It had been a while since I’d ridden a bike so it was a good job the early part of the route was flat and relatively smooth. As a result, Lance spent his time riding alongside me, allowing Simone to lead. I watched as she bounced around on her pedals in front of us. She spent an inordinate time out of her saddle, her tight denim cut-offs bouncing in the air. I knew Lance was watching her and not for just professional reasons. Then I remembered the camera and forced myself not to giggle.

  As the track started to turn up, the going got harder, but it wasn’t that hard that I had to climb off and walk. Lance kept up a running commentary, encouraging both of us to work harder, to pedal faster. Simone didn’t get too far out in front, though. I think she made sure she set a pace I could keep. Lance fell back and brought up the rear. I soon found myself out of the saddle on the steeper bits, and I knew he was now getting a good camera shot of both our butts as we progressed.

  I guess it took us about an hour to reach the plateau at the top of the ranch. Looking back, we could see all the way down to the house, and it was tiny in the distance. This spread was huge, and it felt like we were alone.

  We were both covered in a sheen of sweat, but Lance seemed as fresh as when he’d started. Switching off the camera, he pulled off his helmet, motioning for us to do the same, and then dished out water bottles from his backpack. We ditched the pads too, and I sat for a minute, allowing the breeze to dry the sweat where it had accumulated beneath the thick pads.

  It felt good to let the wind whip through my hair. I knew Simone was going to make a move on our guide and didn’t really want to watch, so I started to wander along the edge of the tree-line.

  Lance called me back. “I’m not allowed to let either of you out of my sight. So come back, please.”

  I could see Simone’s pout but he was frowning at me, so I had to do as he said.

  Suddenly Simone giggled and just turned to Lance with a smile. “You know where she was going, don’t you?”

  “No.”

  “Duh! To give us some privacy.”

  “And why would you and I need privacy?”

  “Because she didn’t want to watch while I fucked you.”

  Under his weather-beaten tan he blushed. “I have to make sure neither of you come to any harm.”

  Simone leaned forward and ran a finger down his chest, starting just below his chin, and all the way down to his belt.

  “So, maybe she’ll sit with her back to us.”

  “Only if you’ve got some earplugs!”

  I heard Lance laugh and I could see he was interested in my friend. I ostentatiously turned my back and gazed out over the trees. Simone’s soft laugh echoed in my ears and then her T-shirt hit me around the back of the head.

  “Maybe she’d like to join us. What do you think, Lance? Are you man enough for both of us?”

  “Not happening…”

  Simone laughed again and I felt someone moving behind me. A moment later her arms were around my neck, her body pressing against my back as her lips found my ear lobe.

  “Play time, baby. You can relax with a massage later.”

  “I’m getting married in a week.” Actually, I was trying to conceal the fact I was starting to get turned on. Lance wasn’t really my type, but under the old classification system I’d used for so long, he rated a Bull, for sure.

  “And that stopped you with Mike yesterday? Or on stage last night.”

  “Nothing happened on stage last night!”

  She chuckled. “I saw how wet you were.” Her voice dropped lower as she whispered in my ear. “I heard those soft noises you made at midnight when you thought I was asleep.”

  “I did not.”

  “Oh, you were just dreaming, then.”

  I must have been. I had no memory of anything after my head hit the pillow. I nodded and she just kissed the side of my face again, her hands dropping to my waist. Quite why I didn’t resist as she eased my shirt up I don’t know, but I didn’t. The sun felt good on my stomach, and I lifted my arms, letting her ease the top off over my head. I heard her groan and then a rougher hand touched my back as it slid in between the two of us. Lance had joined in, trapping Simone as the meat in a sandwich.

  She lifted her hands free from me and a moment later her sports bra dropped to the ground in front of me. She leaned against my back just as Chrissie had the night before, rubbing her erect nipples against my skin. Her hands went to the bottom of my sports bra and started tugging it up. I resisted for a moment then gave in, lifting my arms, allowing her to pull it free and drop it to one side.

  I wriggled in her arms and spun around on my butt to face her. I could see Lance leering over her shoulder as he kissed the side of her neck and mauled her breasts. He was leering at mine. I was bigger than her and, as I glanced down, I could see my own nipples were as hard as hers. She leaned forward and kissed me, an open-mouthed kiss that sent shivers down my spine as her soft hands closed over my chest, tweaking and pinching my nipples.

  I shivered and lay back, pulling her on top of me, and Lance crouched over both of us as he worked her shorts down and then off. Her panties followed a minute later and she lifted up to work on the buttons on my shorts, her work continually interrupted as Lance worked his fingers into her slit from behind. He was still fully dressed, his cock a bulge in the front of his jeans.

  In a couple of minutes she had me naked too and we both stretched out on the grass, Simone pinned beneath me as Lance used his fingers to toy with both our pussies. We kissed and our hands roamed over each other’s breasts. Almost by unspoken agreement, we both left each other’s pussy alone—that was Lance’s territory, and he was very skilled at it.

  By now I was blazing hot and Simone was writhing under me. I think Lance had two fingers in me, but I was sure he had three fingers of his other hand in her. She stiffened and came, her body shaking as she clutched me to her. The feel of another naked woman having an orgasm under my own naked body sent me into my own tailspin.

  I eventually rolled off her and Simone sat up, reaching for Lance’s belt. A minute later she’d uncovered a nice erect cock. He wasn’t as thick as Mike had been, but he was big enough. I sat there, legs akimbo, slowly rubbing my pussy as Simone lowered her mouth over the end and started to suck. She took a couple of inches into her mouth and I could see her cheeks hollow, but when she tried to take a bit more she started to gag well before she’d swallowed all of him. After a moment she pulled off, drool running down her chin.

  “You do it, I can’t take him in.”

  “Hey, t
his was your idea.”

  She gestured for me to move in close and, given how horny I was from cumming on his fingers as Simone shuddered underneath me, I moved forward. She moved slightly to the side and I started by just taking him in my mouth for a moment. Looking up at him, I could see him smiling, not knowing what I was about to do. Simone didn’t have to push on my head, she just moved out of the way and I thrust my head down. He went from having two inches in my mouth to being buried into my throat in about zip time.

  "Urgh!” He grunted and I also heard Simone yell in triumph as I held him there. I guess that little party trick has got more reaction from more men than anything else I ever did for a man. She watched carefully as I pulled part way off then plunged down again. Lance was mumbling incoherently, but I didn’t listen. I was concentrating on doing something I’d never done before. I’d never blown a man with another naked woman watching from only inches away. She moved her head lower and started to lick on his ball sack. Her hand moved to my breast and played with my nipple for a few seconds, then drifted down to my groin. Without hesitation I spread my legs enough to allow her to stick two fingers into my already saturated pussy, and I started to moan around the cock in my mouth. Simone was moaning too. I guess she was playing with herself. I was too busy to notice, using my hands to brace myself against Lance’s thighs as he started thrusting his cock into my mouth.

  How long we stayed in that tableau I don’t know, but it couldn’t have been that long. Lance, like most men I’d blown, couldn’t stay in my throat for too long without cumming. Suddenly, he had his hands under my shoulders, lifting me up and off him. Both of us dropped to the ground in front of him as he looked from one to the other. He pulled off his shirt and pushed his trousers all the way down, showing off his muscular build. All the guys working here were hunks, and Lance was no exception.

  “Which one?”

  Simone squealed in delight and I nodded toward her. I wasn’t there for a fucking. Only Simone’s actions had dragged me into the situation in the first place. I’d been content to walk away and leave them to it. Now, though, I was treated to a ringside seat as he pushed her flat on her back and lifted her legs up into the air. He pushed and pushed, making her bend them until her thighs touched her breasts. She was spread wide open. I’d been fucked in that position and I’d enjoyed it, but I’d never done it other than on a nice soft bed. Simone was lying on the ground as he pushed his prick between her outer lips. She groaned and thrust back at him as he slid into her. I shuffled around and lay my head on top of her leg to watch. I’d never seen it happen before, never watched a guy fuck a woman—except on a porn video, but they don’t count. This was real, right in front of my face, inches in front of me, in fact. Not only could I see her lips being pushed in and stretched out as he pumped, but I could hear those sucking sounds too. I felt her tremble and then heard her scream as she came underneath him.

  My own libido in full swing, I reached out one finger and pressed against her clit. She screamed again and I could literally see her cunt grasp his cock as she came for a second time. It was too much for Lance, and he pulled out, spraying his jism all over her stomach—I only just managed to get my hand out of the way.

  Slowly, he let go of her and she stretched out on the grass, sated. I rolled onto my back, watching Lance’s face as he slowly recovered his breath.

  He glanced over at me and gave me a slow, almost shy smile. “Sorry.”

  “What for?”

  “Because I only did her.”

  I giggled. It was such an incongruous thing to say. “Don’t worry about it. I had fun.”

  “I’ve never been blown like that before. You were amazing.”

  I winked. “I’m trying to teach her. I think all she needs is practice.”

  Simone struggled to a sitting position. “I’m still here, you know.”

  We all laughed and slowly started to get dressed again. Lance wouldn’t let us leave until we were covered and wearing the protective pads again. I did notice he didn’t switch the camera on again, but this time he took the lead. The rest of the bike ride involved a lot rougher terrain and we had to concentrate to get back to the house in one piece.

  Lunch was waiting in the cabin when we got back, and we both bolted down the salad in a hurry before diving into the hot tub. The afternoon’s massage was an anti-climax. The two new masseurs, one a man, the other a woman, weren’t anywhere near the class of Chelsea, Chrissie, and Mike from the day before, so that turned out to be a bust, sexually. I think Simone was more disappointed about that than I was. We ended up back in the hot tub, then dressed for dinner.

  * * * *

  This time around, Simone and I were the only female guests in the dining room, and there were about ten guys. Dinner was fun. It was nice for both of us being the center of attention. The meal was again fabulous, but this time I was careful how much wine I drank. After the experience of the night before, I didn’t want a repeat performance.

  Once more there was a choice of entertainment, although the hypnosis show wasn’t on the menu. Given the sheer overwhelming number of men, it was obvious the wet T-shirt contest would be the chosen event. Nobody voted for karaoke, and there was no way the guys were going to watch a parade of male strippers.

  Chelsea was again the MC for the evening, and she smiled apologetically at us as the curtains were drawn across the stage and they prepared things behind there.

  When the curtains were opened again, they’d covered the stage in a rubber tarpaulin—I guess to protect the floor from the water. Chelsea stepped onto the front of the stage and called for everyone’s attention.

  “Right, everybody, we’re going to get this show on the road. Let me start by introducing the girls to you.”

  Everyone clapped.

  “First, representing the camp staffers, our very own Chrissie…”

  Chrissie stepped from behind the far curtain and stood a little behind and to one side of Chelsea. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt over bikini bottoms. It was clear she was braless under the skirt.

  “Secondly, representing the kitchen staff, we have Lauren.”

  The raven-haired girl who walked out was wearing a chef’s white jacket, and appeared to be naked, or nearly naked, underneath it. We all watched as she slowly unbuttoned the chef’s jacket, revealing an identical white T-shirt and black bikini bottoms to Chrissie’s.

  “Thirdly, representing the admin staff, we have Andrea.”

  Another dark-haired girl padded out onto the stage. She was wearing a business suit jacket which was removed to reveal a matching outfit.

  “Now, ladies and gentlemen, we need at least two more volunteers to round out our competitors.”

  My heart sank. I’d thought they might, but now Chelsea was looking at the only two women in the room not already involved—Simone and me. Simone almost swallowed her wine glass—she hadn’t been expecting it either.

  “Now, are you two good sports, or not? Come on, gentlemen, show them how much you’d like Simone and Samantha to join in the fun.”

  The guys started to clap rhythmically and, after a moment, Simone put down her glass and rose to her feet. Everyone roared out their approval and she stepped up onto the stage. She was wearing the same little blue dress she’d worn the night before.

  “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? But it’s not entirely appropriate for the contest, is it? It’ll have to come off.”

  Simone gave her a wide-eyed look, theatrically placing her hand on her chest. “What, here?”

  The guys all cheered and Simone looked around at them, then winked at me.

  “Well, if you’re volunteering to…”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Well, step behind the curtain and you’ll find a shirt for you to put on.”

  I had a bad feeling now. Simone and I were wearing ordinary panties. The staff were wearing bikini bottoms. Drenched with water, our underwear would go transparent. My heart lurched as I watched Simone walk b
ehind the curtain. Then I noticed the strategically placed mirror—I hadn’t seen that before, and I guess Simone hadn’t, or if she had, was ignoring it. Every pair of eyes in the room focused on that mirror as Simone stepped out of her dress and dropped her bra onto a convenient shelf. Her panties were thin and tight as she bent to pick up a T-shirt. She half turned, and everyone saw her breasts in profile as she pulled the T-shirt over her head.

  A minute later she pulled down her stockings and stepped out of her shoes, emerging onto the stage to a storm of applause. I could see she was flushed, and it was obviously from arousal by the way her nipples poked out the front of her shirt. The hem of the T-shirt skimmed across her panties, but you could see the way the translucent red lace cupped her sex.

  The round of applause for Simone was very loud as she took her place on the line. Chelsea turned to me and the clapping changed from applause to a rhythmic one that tried to push me to the stage. I knew I couldn’t not do it. Simone had, and they’d not stop clapping until I went up there. The difference was I knew I’d be going behind the curtain and undressing with the mirror showing off my every move. I shuddered but after a few seconds rose to my feet.

  Once behind the curtain I turned my back on the opening to make sure I didn’t display anything. I heard a gasp from one of the girls on stage, and that had to be Simone. I guess she hadn’t seen the mirror until now—didn’t know they’d all been watching her. I was wearing the maroon dress again and, of course, there was no bra underneath it. I grabbed a T-shirt and pulled it over my head, settling it just below my bust but not pulling it down. I turned to face the mirror, grinning into the reflection of the audience as I reached back behind my head and undid the halter neck. The dress fell to my waist, and I pulled the T-shirt down to cover me. You could hear the collective groan of the audience as they realized I’d deliberately not shown them anything.

  I had a smile on my face, though, and as I pushed the dress down to the floor the whispered conversations died away. Although I was, like Simone, wearing lace underwear, I felt covered enough to make a show of removing my garters and stockings. One foot was lifted to the chair so I could undo the suspenders, and then the other side. That second lift meant I faced the mirror and they could all see the way my panties stretched across my mound. Unclipping the suspender belt meant I had to lift the T-shirt a bit, and they got to see all of my panties. Then I rolled my stockings down, bending at the waist to unfasten my shoes and pull the nylons off my feet.