Clothing Optional

by Virginia Nelsom

  Andy reached across Brie to touch a finger to Murphy’s lips, stopping his tirade. “And you would have us just let it all go and do nothing?”

  Brie caught her breath as she enjoyed the lap full of beautiful man. Andy’s shirt gaped where he had unbuttoned it and a light dusting of dark hair showed through the opening. This close, she could smell the heat of his skin.

  “I never plan stuff for vacations either,” Brie said, happy her voice only sounded a little breathless. “I am more of a wing-it gal myself.”

  She reached out a hand to touch Murphy, partly to comfort, partly to brace herself against reaching out and snatching his boyfriend. Not a comfort to her as his arm was warm and his skin smooth. She dug her nails in, unintentionally at the feel of his flesh under hers.

  “Hey, baby girl…sheathe the claws. We aren’t really fighting. More of an on-going banter.” His eyes sparkled at her and she retracted the hand with a nervous giggle. Imagine her feeling nervous with Murphy and Andy. How silly could she get?

  Before long, thankfully, the cab stopped and they piled out to look at a grand resort. Blue bungalows spread out in a gated community around the hub of a huge blue building. They dragged their bags into the lobby and once inside, stopped dead in their tracks.

  Naked people. Everyone naked, or very nearly so.

  Brie’s eyes bugged as a woman with enormous breasts—natural since, after all, silicone is a mineral—bounced happily by, dripping water from the pool visible through a wall of glass windows. Tilting her head, she glanced at Murphy before deciding to go with wisecracks.

  “Um,” she said. “I feel horribly over dressed.”

  Murphy burst into laughter. “Where did you bring us, Andy?”

  Andy frantically thumbed through paperwork he abruptly pulled out of his pocket before pointing to the brochure and reading off one of the pages. “Clothing optional. Okay. Well, you would think they would list that in bold letters or something.”

  Brie burst into laughter and Andy flushed red, she assumed in embarrassment at his mistake. Seeming flustered, he dragged a hand through his hair. “Well, the rooms are non-refundable. How about what happens in Florida…”

  “Stays on Facebook?” Brie laughed harder and Murphy leaned on her, bending at the waist with his own mirth.

  “So, what do you two comedians suggest we do?” Andy stuffed the paperwork back into his pocket, scowling.

  “Aw, Andy. My bikini hardly covers anything anyway. And it says optional. We don’t have to be naked…” Brie laid a hand on Andy’s arm and his dark eyes sparkled.

  “Everyone else is…when in Rome?” Andy waggled his eyebrows at her. Her pulse sped a little at the attention, but Brie bit her lip and tried to ignore it.

  “Let’s go to our rooms and decide from there how open we are feeling. Shall we check in to our clothing-optional getaway?” She giggled again. This is too comical.

  Linking arms, they all moved to the desk. Only to find yet another hole in Andy’s planning. “What do you mean, we only have one room?”

  The naked man behind the desk pulled at his hair nervously. He didn’t have anything else to pull unless he tugged…

  Mind out of the gutter, Brie. Platonic—her word of the day.

  “There is a big conference in from Miami this week. Unfortunately, your e-reservation was only for one room. It is a suite. Normally we could just get you another room but since we can’t, we have a lovely complimentary package we can offer of meals, massage, entry to the club…”

  “But—”

  Before Andy could say more, Brie touched his arm. “It’s no big deal, Andy. I can make myself scarce so you and Murph get alone time and sleeping…well we are all adults.” I’ll go insane with lust, but other than that, I will be fine.

  The two men shared a look. Brie wondered what that was all about.

  “Did you plan this?” she heard Murphy mumble as they headed to the elevators.

  Brie couldn’t hear Andy’s reply but they were both smiling like loons.

  “Want to let a girl in on the joke?” Brie asked.

  Murphy shrugged. “Nothing. Just thinking that I love surprises.”

  “And we will enjoy every surprise that comes along,” Andy answered.

  A shiver snaked up her spine, and it wasn’t a bad shiver. Not at all.

  Taking Andy’s hand, Murphy leaned on the elevator wall, and Brie wondered what they plotted.

  * * * *

  Lying on the lounge chair with her eyes closed, Brie stretched and enjoyed the luxury of not having to do anything. Too much sun exposure might be bad, but something could be said for skin warmed by its radiance. Brie never bathed in its rays naked before, but around here, she caught no stares. She smiled. This was lovely.

  A hand slid up her ankle and her eyes snapped open in surprise.

  “Murphy, you scared me!” Brie scolded him and smacked his arm. Her gaze slid to the portion of him standing at attention. Damn. It’s good to be Andy.

  Brie stretched again, feeling like a cat and arching her back, eyes closing in contented bliss, pretty confident he held no interest in the body she offered up like a dessert bar open for business. Brie opened her eyes to half-lidded slits in time to see a strained look on Murphy’s face—which she took for disgust at the female form—and saw Andy approach, catching Murphy’s arm and grinning. As Andy looked, though, he let out a wolf whistle of appreciation.

  “Nice tits, Red.” His sometimes nickname in reference to her atrocious hair popped her eyes fully open, and she choked down a laugh.

  “Thanks. Nice…” Brie couldn’t finish the thought. Even in jest, she thought it crossed a line to mention the rock hardness that bobbled when he moved. Her hands itched to reach out and touch one of them…or both of them.

  “Thanks for whatever you were thinking. Anyway, did Murphy already tell you about the massages?” He quirked a brow at her and she flushed at her own straying mind.

  Unfortunately, since nothing covered her, it was obvious all the way to her nipples that she was blushing, and Andy breathed a little harder, watching her. Brie remembered Murph saying Andy was bi and wondered if he found her attractive. Again, the moment she thought it, she banished the thought as taboo.

  “Massages?” Brie smiled. Picking up the towel she had laid on the lounge chair next to hers, she slung it over her shoulders. She wore it as a wrap when she’d come out. When no one stared her way, she got brave and pitched it aside to enjoy the sun. Brie turned to the men as she walked and swung the towel. “Lead the way, boys.”

  Andy grinned, a flash of white teeth in his dark face. “Not a problem. As a matter of fact, my pleasure.” If it was possible, Brie blushed harder, her pulse racing when his voice seemed to spill across her skin, but she followed silently.

  They moved into the cool, air-conditioned interior of the hotel, and Brie followed the two firm backsides to a long hallway. Once down the hall, they entered a room containing all dark beds. Masseurs stood at the ready with everything from hot rocks to oils for working the skin of their patrons. Brie nearly purred in expectation.

  But the men led her to a room set off from the main room, with only three massage beds. Brie followed, and Andy told her to lie down and close her eyes. Since the table had a hole for her head, she lay face down. As she obeyed, she wondered if the room mix-up had scored them the private massage room. Brie waited for the massage to start, but she didn’t wait long.

  After a moment, hot hands glided across her skin. Brie kept her eyes closed and nearly hummed. Pleasure soaked her skin as deeply as the sun’s rays had only moments before.

  Oil drizzled down her back. It seemed like more than one set of hands worked her flesh, and she tried to contain her rising arousal as her mind painted a picture of her temporary roommates. Hands traced her entire back and legs, moving so sensuously her heart sped up. She felt small, as big hands covered large parts of her flesh with their firm strokes. She struggled to control her breathing so the masseuse
couldn’t detect her aroused reaction.

  The hands slid from her back and one set moved to her legs. Starting from the balls of her feet, they worked their way up her calves. When they reached her thighs, they moved her legs apart and the other set of hands paused in their movements on her back. Then a single finger dipped into the burning heat between her legs.

  Brie snapped her legs closed and rolled in one fast move. Her eyes opened wide. She took in the two naked men, obviously aroused, who moments before rubbed her skin like it was play-doh.

  Andy didn’t miss a beat. He squirted oil onto his hand and caressed it in one line down his body. Brie gazed, captivated, as he moved his hand down to circle the painful looking hardness between his legs, leaving a shining path of sleek oil in his wake.

  Her breath caught, torn between desire and confusion.

  “You’re gay.” She smacked her forehead. Of all the stupid things to say at a moment like this…

  “Actually, I’ve had both women and men as lovers. Murphy is gay. But Murphy likes you very much, right Murph?”

  Her glance met Murphy’s, waiting for him to refute Andy’s statement. Part of her wondered if it was all some weird joke and waited for the punch line. The other part hoped it wasn’t. Afraid to shift the scales either way, she caught her lip between her teeth in her confusion. Then Murphy leaned down to rescue it from its prison.

  Just before taking her mouth, he whispered, “I have wanted you for a while. If you don’t feel the same way, or this is not for you, say so now. I don’t want to lose our friendship.”

  Brie studied his face and wondered what she had done right. Then she dug her nails into his hair to bring his head closer to her mouth, their lips barely touching and her heart racing.

  She said the only thing her desire-riddled brain could come up with. “No, we’re good.” Brie figured it wasn’t an eloquent speech but it served the purpose. After all, she spoke better with her body anyway.

  She took the mouth that had lived in her fantasies for so long, his lips firm, hard and the kiss—everything she had hoped and more. Her eyes fluttered closed as the tide of need swept her away. Her fingers dug into his neck to pull him closer.

  She had forgotten about Andy until fingers toyed with her core. Brie’s eyes came open as she gasped.

  Chapter Four

  Andy withdrew the hand immediately, seeming to wait for her response. She looked at his stark features, eyes so dark the night had to be jealous, and she skimmed a hand down her body.

  She was reclining, leaning on Murphy’s arms, which were still wrapped around her on the table. Andy stood next to the table and their gazes locked as she spread her legs open in offering to him. One of her hands came to rest next to the part of her that most wanted his touch.

  His eyes glittered and crinkled at the corners as he smiled. His fingers moved slowly up her thigh to slide within her weeping folds and teased the nub that had her body bucking in a moment.

  * * * *

  Andy circled and toyed with the hard pink nub nestled between her thighs, tugging gently, as Murphy licked his suddenly-gone-dry lips. His stare moved to the breasts he had looked at on deck and he traced his hands up her arms to capture their blushing weight. Pushing, he readjusted her body to lie on the table so he could learn her secrets and appease his curiosity.

  Tugging at her nipples and experimenting brought a low moan from Brie, so he allowed his mouth to join in his exploration.

  Lower on her body, Andy replaced fingers with lips and Murphy watched, fascinated, as his lover made love to his best friend. Andy sucked at the sensitive nub while moistening his fingers in her tight, wet sheath. Her soft cries seemed to egg Andy on as he slipped a thumb into her opening while rubbing lower to just touch the tight ring of her anus. Murphy hardened at the sight, knowing how those clever fingers felt when they moved on his body.

  Brie looked close to release already, if her urgency was any gauge of her passion. Murphy glanced up from his suckling and saw her focus on the two men worshiping her body and again she cried out. Her hips rocked in time to Andy’s ministrations, his fingers worked her openings with a practiced expertise that left her breathless and panting. Again Murphy thought of those fingers on his own skin. Murphy, not as skilled, wondered if he was even doing it right. How could the feel of her skin be so different and yet feel oddly right to him? As he worried over his inexperience, she tugged at his hair to pull him closer and gasped his name.

  When he took one of her nipples in his teeth and gently tugged, she cried out that she was going to shatter.

  “Yes,” her voice was little more than a whisper.

  Even not knowing women, he recognized the brink of orgasm. He straightened and Andy met his gaze with a grin.

  Andy tugged her to a sitting position, and she nearly begged him not to stop. He looked at her with a smiling expression, and asked, “I stop at a bad moment?”

  She choked on a laugh. Leaning in, she met his soft lips and arched her back. Almost moaning, she crawled toward him, going up on hands and knees on the table.

  Murphy, presented with her ass and folds, pulled up to kneel behind her on the massage table. Rubbing the head of his cock against her wet heat, he enjoyed the feel of her against his throbbing member. Different, but definitely not a bad different. Long strokes, from clit to anus, he rubbed, until she shoved her ass back at him, silently demanding more.

  Andy supported her weight as he kissed her and toyed with her generous breasts. Her hands, now left free, moved to circle the hard cock that bobbed against Andy’s stomach. Andy sucked in a breath when she caught him, but he was slick with oil so her fingers slid off in one quick yank. Murphy’s lips curled in an amused grin as he watched Andy, needing more, replace her hand and ride it. Murphy watched her exploring fingers move from Andy’s tight ball sack to rub sinuously against his dick.

  Murphy, sensing he did not have her full attention, slid inside her. An interesting sensation but he didn’t have time to over analyze it. She rammed backwards, burying him to his hilt. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold out as the pleasure made him want to explode from her writhing on his body. Over her shoulder, he met Andy’s gaze, and he slid a hand up to link fingers with him.

  * * * *

  Brie looked down at the sleek cock in her hand and she wanted to taste it. She wanted that rock hardness in her mouth. Without losing contact with Murphy, who had found a slow even rhythm, she bent and circled the head of Andy’s cock with her lips. Slithering down in one move and timed to a thrust from behind, she enjoyed the gasp Andy seemed unable to control. His fingers entangled her hair, guiding her head. She ran her tongue along his slit then went back to her repetitive sucking. Bowed between the two of them, mouth to Andy’s hardness, Murphy riding her from behind, she had a hard time focusing. Her body ached for release…close…so close.

  “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” Andy said, his voice husky.

  Rolling her eyes up at him, Brie smiled, releasing his dick to speak. “Who asked you to?”

  With a grunt and a demanding move, he pulled her head back into position, and she agreeably went back to her work. Releasing Murphy’s hand, Andy drove his fingers between her legs and began to work her clit as Murphy continued to thrust between her legs.

  Brie’s rhythm faltered. She bucked in earnest, crying out against his cock. Her body shook as she tried to contain the tidal wave within her.

  And then, as if they had timed it, the men thrust harder. Andy’s fingers moved fast and hard against her clit, tugging it out of its protection to rub the sensitive spot perfectly. As heat and moisture erupted behind her from Murphy’s release, her body shattered into a million fragments. In the same moment, Andy shot jets of spicy heat down her throat. Brie swallowed, her body trembling, overtaken by her release.

  Murphy rode off the last of the orgasm, his dick twitching inside Brie as her channel clenched him with her fulfillment.

  Murphy slipped from her body, and
cool air swept over her back creating goose bumps down her overheated skin, making her shiver. Falling limp to the massage table on her back, Brie looked at the ceiling and tried to remember how to breathe.

  Andy kissed her, slowly, sweetly before turning to his lover and embracing him in an equally long kiss. Watching the men kiss, Brie’s body began to heat again.

  Sliding fingers down to toy with herself, she sighed as she enjoyed the view. Andy dug his fingers into the back of Murphy’s head, tilting it for a better angle. She gazed at them across the table, amazed to see neither man had gone limp.

  A slow smile crept across her features and when the kiss broke, the men studied her, intently.

  “Baby girl, what are you grinning at?” Murphy focused on her fingers. They spread her lower lips and now wiggled her clitoris with a slow, steady beat.

  “I am wondering how you two are on recovery time.” Brie was surprised at the risqué statement, but then she grinned. “I am thinking that watching you kiss has me all hot again.”

  Andy brushed her hands away and began a rhythm of his own.

  “Shame to waste that…” he acknowledged.

  Murphy bent to move Andy’s fingers and replace them with his mouth. Before he closed his lips over her, he said, “I always wondered what you would taste like…”

  As he gave one long lick that had her body writhing again, he added, “It’s funny…but you taste like I just fucked you senseless.”

  Brie grinned and sat up, before rolling to her knees to meet his eyes.

  “Not senseless…but we will work on that.”

  Chapter Five

  Brie woke sheltered in a tangle of arms and legs. Florida sun streaked through the open blinds none of them had thought to close. She blinked and smiled like the cat that had eaten the canary. Or more aptly, the cat that had been well eaten.

  Last night they fell into bed after a long, hot shower as their play had run into the wee hours. Her body relaxed, content and sated. As a furred leg moved from its resting place between her thighs from behind, she felt a stirring of desire and thought…perhaps not sated.