by Fifi Flowers
“How can you even think about that pie when you can have a fried Twinkie sundae and there’s one for each of us. Did you read what it has on it chocolate, caramel, whipping cream and crushed Oreos. Fuck yeah!” He did a little fist pump and crowd roar.
“You forgot the cherries on top,” I stated like it was the most important part and then giggled as he called our server over and ordered it. And as it arrived, I couldn’t help myself. “Looks like we will need to work that off after consuming it.” My thoughts were anything but innocent as I pictured us going back to the cabin or to the SUV in the lot and frantically ripping each other’s clothes off and attacking one another savagely until we were both howling out cries of ecstasy. “Not going to happen, Mitzi,” I told myself silently and then picked up my spoon and dug in.
Chapter Fourteen
Jack
Making it through another painful night of sleeping next to Mitzi, I talked her into a hike and picnic. Loading our backpacks, I noticed that she was bringing along her tablet and sketch pad. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she should leave her electronic device behind since I was sure there would be no internet connection. Not wanting her to be disappointed when she sat down for our picnic to glance at her tablet, I told her she was better off with printed material. She gave me a semi-dirty look while popping her hip out to the side and placing her hands on her hips.
“They’re gone, smart ass!”
“What happened to all of your magazines?” I asked, innocently, knowing what happened to a couple of them.
“Ha! You signed every last one and gave them away.” She didn’t look happy.
“All of them? You had a huge stack at the airport.”
“Let’s see… there was Rory, Stixx and the three British girls at the bar.” Mitzi was counting them off on her perfectly manicured hands.
“Those girls said I was lovely with their fun accents.” My dancing girls.
“Oh brother! I think that older woman, Bess, who seems to be spying on you—always popping up when you’re in sight—seems smitten with you too. Better watch out for her husband, he’s on to her watching you.”
“Herbert is cool with me. I signed one to him.” I smirked at her.
“Ha! You think everyone is cool with you. I will agree that Kiki, the bikini queen, thinks you’re more than cool. Especially since you signed something naughty on her copy. If she only knew.”
“Knew what?”
“Whatever. You also stole one for yourself.”
“I had to and you cannot blame me, Raine Winters and Lonnie Shores were in it and they signed it for me—I’m never parting with it!”
“Then you gave them the last one I had with your signature addressed to Ms. Winters. You’re lucky I was able to download all of them onto my tablet to read here, but that doesn’t help me for the next Market Week.”
“I promise to restock them for you… Hell, I may buy several copies to be ready.”
“Oh my, God… your photo fame has gone straight to your mop head. Not sure it will fit on the plane.”
“Like your pineapples? You’re wearing your symbolic Charleston shoes.”
“Nice way to change the subject.” She shook her head at me and then launched into fun facts, another thing she often did that I found charming. “You know pineapples aren’t grown in Charleston, it’s their symbol of hospitality… their way of welcoming everyone to enjoy their city because some captain returned from a voyage with the exotic fruit and speared it on his fence post to invite friends over for dinner and to hear about his adventures. At least that is what it said on the tourist site… the legend, I like it. We could have a party and spear them… I wonder if brides ever use them as a decoration down an aisle—pineapples on wrought iron stakes and yellow rose petals down the middle in a garden… and gardenias… Hmmm… I like that too.”
Getting on with our hike, I followed an easy trail that was marked on a map I got from the activity center earlier that morning when I slipped out of bed away from Mitzi’s warm, hot body. Trees, rocks, a stream and the sound of Warblers chirping, I was loving the walk, and imagined that it would be even more beautiful in the fall. Finding a clearing that wasn’t too far from a surprise, I pulled out a couple bottles of water and a folded blanket from the cabin and placed it on the ground. Mitzi pulled out the food we had gotten from a sandwich shop in town the night before along with other items to stock our fridge.
Sitting next to her, we ate and talked about the surroundings which she agreed were beautiful but she still didn’t get it, why hiking was so loved when it was continually the same view. I explained to her that it was no different than sitting at a café looking out at the beach. The view was still the same and yet she was happy to sit there for hours. She didn’t deny the comparison but she did add that she preferred to sit where she could people watch too. Shaking my head, finished with our lunch, I laid back on the blanket and looked up at the blue sky, occasionally looking at Mitzi.
“What are you reading that has you grinning?”
“How to give a blowjob that will leave your man happy for days.”
“That’s not rocket science. Pretty much any blowjob will keep a man happy. It’s a simple procedure… enjoyable as long as there is no violent biting involved.”
“Okay. Tell me how to give one.”
“Easy. Keep constant eye contact. There’s something thrilling… exciting about having someone watch you being licked and sucked with their mouth. A little teasing is nice too. Most guys, I think, will agree. But not too much. Fingers digging into the thighs, a light scratch of nails where legs meet the groin all the while you playfully run your tongue up and down the shaft. Don’t forget the testicles, they like a bit of attention too.”
“You’re so nice in your words; no cock, dick, balls.” She laughed. “Go on.”
“Once you’ve got him begging for you to put it in your mouth. And he will. Wrap your fingers firmly, without cutting off circulation, around the bottom of his cock… more what you were expecting?” I watched her nod, staying silent. “Then lick the head like it’s the best ice cream cone you have ever had and moan a bit—don’t forget the eye contact. Mostly, I can guarantee you that his eyes will roll back in his head or if he lacks all control, he could ejaculate… or shoot cum right there in your face. It happens.”
I laughed as she wrinkled her nose and since she didn’t say stop, I moved on.
“If he’s still on board—not blown his wad yet—it’s a good time to take him as far as you can without choking. There is no reason to deep throat, the tip action is most important. Begin sucking, moving up and down—bobbing. Tongue action mixed in is very nice; ripple it, swirl it… take a break and throw in a few licks before returning to sucking. Teeth scraping can send some chills up the spine if done without inflicting pain. Some guys may like that, but it’s not on my list. Ohh, and add in stroking your hand on the shaft, mouth and hand—perfect! The other hand can jump in on the action too, caressing the balls. All of that is guaranteed to have a guy scrunching up his face like he’s dying and releasing his wad down your throat or on your face or wherever you prefer.”
“Eww…” she said, but quickly went on to comment, “not that it’s not okay, but that doesn’t sound sexy. You could’ve made it sound romantic like in books.”
“What, you don’t want any part of the jizz?” I laughed. “You can move away and jerk him off or you can let him come in your mouth but let it run out onto him. He’s not going to give a shit what you do at that point. He’s feeling fucking incredible.” I put my hands behind my head and tried to think of anything else but the blowjob I had just thoroughly describe because if I didn’t I was about to have a raging boner. I didn’t need to be thinking about Mitzi on her hands and knees performing the act on me.
“Well, I can say that you are far more graphic than my magazine.”
Before she could say more, kids followed by parents came screaming through the area heading for where our nex
t stop was going to be, I assumed by the excitement in their voices. Not sure Mitzi would express the same excitement when she saw the huge jungle gym as she called it when it came into view. Set in the forest was climbing equipment, raised bridges from tree to tree, zip lines, and then some sketchy posts that involved jumping or stepping to reach the next—they even looked a bit scary to me. I was surprised and thrilled that she was adventurous enough to do a few and I didn’t push on ones she refused. It was just fun to be with her, watching her laugh, smile, and scream while she did things out of her comfort zone for me.
Done with hiking, we walked back right past a girl walking several dogs on long leashes and Mitzi was instantly in fashion designing mode. “You know, I would totally love to design a pair of sandals for her to match her bad ass look that shows a hint of innocence.” I didn’t see the innocent part, but whatever. Mitzi launched right into talking to the girl and had me shaking my head as I had no clue what she was talking about. “Oh, I see you have an admirer…” Where did she see that? I glanced around. “…All the more reason to wear some sexy sandals. Men like feet. Isn’t that right, Jack?”
“Uhh, yeah.” I wasn’t sure where things were going.
“I can send you some complimentary sandals that suit your look but say sex goddess,” Mitzi continued to describe her vision while the girl looked at her like she was crazy. Thank God Mitzi was not in one of her inappropriate outfits but instead in a bright yellow halter top and white shorts that cupped her ass perfectly, and wearing her pineapple sneakers. Pulling my head away from checking Mitzi’s body out, I quickly assured the girl that Mitzi was not crazy and designed amazing sandals. Then I dug out a business card and handed it to the girl before she screamed for the ranger, a cop looking dude that was standing off to the side. Oh, maybe that was the guy interested in the dog walker. Possible crisis averted, we continued to our cabin where I left Mitzi behind to sketch while I went off to work out some built-up energy (sexual frustration) kayaking around the lake before the sun went down and I was alone with Mitzi for another long night.
Chapter Fifteen
Mitzi
Seriously, Jack had given me play by play instructions how to please him… how to please a man with my mouth and hands. I couldn’t get that vision out of my head as he had me flying through the forest on a zip line that could’ve snapped and killed me. I have to say I welcomed the brief distraction but every time he came back into view, I thought about the hint of his cock in his wetsuit and the outline of it I had glimpsed on several occasions. I was horny as hell and thrilled that he wanted to go off to do some water sport so that I could relieve myself in private while I pictured him in my mouth that watered at the thought as I slid my hand up and down through my sopping wet folds. I needed to make it through the rest of the day and night, and I hoped that my alone session would do the trick so that I was not begging Jack to let me try his step by step methods to bring him pleasure.
Another night down, I welcomed campground events the following day. I actually enjoyed sampling the offerings in a chili cooking competition while listening to rocking Country music performed by some local bands along with one of the residents that we had seen play at High Bar, Luke. Mixed in with chili were racks of ribs, garlic bread, and lots of beer—something I didn’t usually drink—but they managed to make margaritas using beer so I got right in there. I even got involved in a horseshoe and fishing competition with Jack as my partner. Of course I had my lucky sardine top on and we came in second place in the fish rally—not first—but close enough. When it came to playing horseshoes, we were thrown out after two rounds, I sucked and Jack was great.
“You didn’t mention that you were a hustler at fishing too?”
“I told you that I liked fishing. You didn’t ask about my ability to fish. I just don’t like the gross part about it. Worms, hot dogs, cheese—perfect bait combo—and you get a fish or several in our case.” Jack looked at me with a stunned expression. “And we should’ve won, I think there was something fishy going on.” I delivered my last line with a straight face and Jack laughed wildly, and I joined him.
When the sun went down, we stayed with the rest of the crowd long enough to watch a firework display over the lake, and then we strolled back to our cabin. Not ready to turn in or stop having fun, Jack cracked open a pineapple Bellini for me, a craft beer for himself, and we sat outside on the porch looking out toward the lake that had moonlight dancing on it. So pretty. I hated to admit it but he picked a great resort.
“You ever skinny dip?” Jack asked after taking a big swig from his amber bottle.
“Of course. I went to an all-girls camp that was across from an all-boys camp. The older, meaner girls dared us younger girls to skinny dip, so we stripped down and waded into the water. The boys never saw us as far as I knew but camp counselors did catch us and we were sent home after only two days. I was happy since I never wanted to go to the stupid camp in the first place. I’m sure that part doesn’t surprise you. You?”
“Funny. My first time was with a bunch of my buddies. We streaked through a portion of a college campus to the beach. It was a sports bonding moment.” What else would I expect… of course his first experience skinny dipping would be with guys. I was surprised by his next words. “You want to?” Get naked with Jack?
“Skinny dip?” I played dumb and he nodded with a big grin on his handsome face. “You and me? In the lake? Right here? Now?” Could I really do that with him?
“Are you too chicken?” He was already up out of his chair, heading toward a dock that didn’t show up on the map, and like a fool I was on my feet following after him. Watching his shirt hit the wooden slants, then his shorts, he stood waiting as I dropped my dress and panties. To my amazement, I saw with just enough moonlight that Jack had a pretty impressive erection right before we jumped in. Surely, it couldn’t be because of me. It had to be the excitement of being nude in public, the thrill of being caught. I was excited by him, but I had no desire to get caught by anyone.
In the not too cold water, we turned into a couple of silly playful children engaging in horseplay. I splashed him and he retaliated with an even bigger swoosh of water that caused me to cough and spew water. I dunked him and he did the same to me but not as hard as I had to get him under the water. About the only thing he didn’t do was jump on my back like I did to him. I didn’t even think, I just leapt right onto him.
“Give me a ride,” I laughed and then my thoughts had nothing to do with playing and a whole lot to do with the feel of our wet skin together. It felt so good and I was tempted to flip my body around to the front of him, hoping that his erection was still there or would return. Maybe I could slip onto it and feel him deep inside of me and…
My fantasy disappeared as I blinked my eyes due to a bright beam of light shining at us from what I imagined was a powerful flashlight. “Hey, you two! There are a lot of families here. You have to wear clothes. Please step out of the water.”
“Are you a cop or something?” Jack was a bit sarcastic as I still had my body wrapped around him as he moved us through the water toward the dock ladder.
On the other hand, I pleaded against possible punishment. “Please don’t arrest us. We didn’t mean any harm.” I did not want to be thrown in a holding cell, we were too far from home to call anyone to come to our rescue. With no bail money, I thought about those horrible orange jumpsuits that looked like they belonged at a carwash. Not that I looked bad wearing orange… actually it was a good color on me, but I didn’t want an indecent exposure rap on my record… I didn’t want a record at all. I had no desire to be a criminal.
“Relax,” she actually chuckled. “I’m the lifeguard Izzy. You are supposed to only swim in the designated area; there’s a beach and a few pools but they do require a swimsuit.” She laughed again. “And… I’m not supposed to say this but alligators have been known, over the years, to make their way into the lake.”
“What the fuck?!” Not a word I said ofte
n. “Did you see any when you went kayaking, Jack? How can you let people on the lake? Can’t they tip little boats over?” Oh, my God! Jack could’ve been eaten by an alligator… we could have been eaten by an alligator… gross visions popped into my head of our mangled bodies… parts crunched in its powerful jaws…
“We’re fine. I already checked out alligator sightings and reports. I would never put you in harm’s way nor would I jump into gator infested water to kayak or swim.” Jack was helping me up the ladder. “You might want to turn the spotlight off—kind of blinding,” he added, shading his eyes as he spoke to the woman, allowing me to get a nice view of the hard body I had just been sliding along, happily. I was tempted to tell her to keep it on but then again, I wasn’t wild about her gawking at my Jack.
“Oh, sorry,” she said, “but please limit your swimming to designated areas and don’t forget the clothes.” She turned, laughing, and wandered off in the darkness with her flashlight bouncing in front of her. “Have a good night,” she called before she disappeared as we grabbed our clothes from the dock and headed for the cabin.
Standing inside of the shower alone, my mind ran to us in the lake having fun and I smiled thinking of him holding me with my legs wrapped around his waist. Under the stream of water indoors, I would be facing him with my arms around his neck and my mouth would connect to his—maybe biting his lip. If only I could’ve talked him into sharing the shower together, not that I tried verbally, but in my head I was begging him. Shaking my head to rid my naughty thoughts, I remembered what had happened… I couldn’t believe we got busted. That should be a lesson to me to never skinny dip in public again as I seem to always get caught.
Chapter Sixteen
Jack
No more naked activities with Mitzi, I couldn’t take any more stimulation from her. I had been out of my mind talking her into skinny dipping, my guy thought it was a great idea and sprung right up for the occasion. The water seemed to cool him off a bit until she jumped on my back, her naked body right up against me felt fucking fantastic. If only she had jumped onto the front of me, I could’ve taken care of the ache for her, and had her moaning. Before I made the move and brought her around to my way of thinking and hardness, the lifeguard cooled things off completely and had me deflated in a matter of seconds. I didn’t even heat back up watching Mitzi stroll in front of me, with her clothes held up to cover her naked body, into the cabin, and the shower stall.