Future of Porn

After my first year at college I returned to my parents’ home for the summer. Now, summer in Britain translates to about three hot weeks in June or July but as my home town was a coastal resort I found part-time work at the holiday camp on the outskirts of our town.

The camp consisted of mobile homes and caravans, rented for periods of time with a central complex containing bars, a disco, shops, etc. Because we were fortunate to have a few miles of high sand dunes and a pretty good beach the camp was almost always full during the summer and a good place to find seasonal work.

My girlfriend at the time, a local girl called Kerry, also worked in the camp so it was pretty convenient for our relationship. What was even better was the camp’s close proximity to the sprawling sand dunes and because we were both still living with our respective parents, the dunes became our secret little place for a bit of passion.

We wangled it that our shifts often coincided, trying to get mornings or lunchtimes in the bar or restaurant which meant we could sneak off to the beach in the afternoon when, and if, the sun was shining.

We knew the dunes were busy on hot days but that seemed to make Kerry even hotter sometimes. She was nineteen, tall, long-legged with nice high, firm breasts – a good handful topped by wide aureole and perky brown nipples. She had sallow skin that made her appear permanently tanned and along with big sparkling brown eyes and straight silken dark locks she exuded an exotic quality. As we became more daring in our sexual fun deep in the dunes I discovered her particular kink of loving to get completely naked and give me a blow job until the point of orgasm when she’d then direct my cum onto her chin and tits.

This happened quite a few times after our initial bit of daring and she eventually explained the buzz of getting naked in public – secluded though our spot was – got her hornier than she’d ever been in her life and her thing was to suck on my dick and make me cum all over her. She said it got her off without hardly needing touched and a further thrill was to parade about naked while I recovered for some full sex. She claimed the possibility of getting caught raised her arousal to uncontrollable levels.

Well, like any guy, having a nineteen year old hottie tell you all this and act upon it was a kick enough; to actually be the subject of her sexual fantasies and partake in them was a dream come true; let’s just say I walked about with a perma-smile that summer, bugging the hell out of my grumpy old man.

On one of the hottest days of the year we both finished just after lunch and headed down to out favourite spot. To get there amongst the higher dunes we always needed to traverse the main stretch of beach – not a deep beach but quite long and very sandy with the rolling dunes just beginning to form a backdrop.

On the walk we’d usually be able to judge how busy the dunes would be – there were always people walking about them, either up to no good like us or just taking the air. You always saw the voyeurs as well, heads moving about like meerkats checking for predators. These were the guys I expected to catch us every time, but if any had then they certainly knew how to keep hidden – I always looked about for watchers, mildly wary but moreso buzzed by the idea of anyone seeing us and getting turned on; Kerry’s enthusiasm for public sex play was catching.

That day, the beach was much busier than usual. That always made me a bit nervous but Kerry seemed to get the opposite effect – stimulation. As we hadn’t indulged for nearly a week due to a rainy spell, she was incredibly bright-eyed and eager to get there, wearing just a bikini top and a tiny pair of shorts that moved beautifully as her taut ass swayed along the beach.

My heart leapt about a hundred yards from our destination just as we were climbing towards the dunes; A shout, both our names called. We looked about and pinpointed the source – five girls laid out on towels. It took me a few moments to recognise them – some of a netball youth team staying at the camp whilst competing in our town’s annual summer invitational. The girls all went to a college some few hundred miles away – one that I’d considered and so I’d got talking to them while at work in the camp. The fact that most of the team was young, fit and pretty helped as well, of course.

Anyway, Kerry wanted to go over and talk and dragged me along. Because of the anticipation of some fun in the dunes I was already sporting a semi under my shorts so had to make moves to conceal it when stood looking down at five fit bodies clad in lovely little bikinis. We all had shades on, so I got some fun checking out the girls while they chatted mainly to Kerry.

We got an invite to join them and while the idea was pretty tempting Kerry knocked it back straight away, saying we had our own choice sunbathing spot in the dunes and had better get there before it was taken. So we departed with big smiles and a cheeky grin from the most outgoing of the girls, a brunette called Morven. I think she was their captain, maybe just because she was the loudest and most forthright. I might have picked her as captain myself just for the great figure she possessed - bigger tits than Kerry with hips to complete the hourglass and strong legs that had not a pick of excess flesh on them; perfectly toned they were. I liked her eyes but concealed then by shades, her pouting lips would suffice for some fantasising as Kerry sucked on my dick.

Kerry led the way up into the sands and minutes later we found our spot. It was a spacious depression some six feet down between dunes along the top of which some sparse bushes were spread intermittently. It gave decent cover and made for a hot little sunspot. After laying out towels and having a drink, she virtually leapt on me and started some heavy kissing. During this session I definitely caught sight of someone along the top of the dunes. Hesitating, Kerry asked what was up then stood to check it out when I told her.

I lay there, a tent pitched in my shorts as she scrambled up the dune to peek over. It turned out it was someone – a guy who’d cruised past. She didn’t know if he was gay or straight, she said, because he hadn’t looked back. But the very fact he’d been there seemed enough for Kerry in her horned-up state. On her way back down to me she removed her bikini top to reveal those fabulous perky tits, nipples erect. I lay with a big grin and throbbing hardon. Kerry stood over me, smiling down, then slipped off her little white shorts.

She didn’t have any underwear on – nor a bikini bottom. The look on my face made her grin some more as I looked right up between her taut spread thighs and gazed at her pussy – a lovely neat set of shaven puffy lips and a mound bearing a clipped triangle of dark pubic hair. Her white bikini lines against her sallow skin tone as the bright sunlight lit every dip and curve of her smooth flesh just added to my arousal.

She told me to get my cock out and let her see me jerk. I did so in record time. Kerry remained standing over me but rhythmically rubbed fingers along her own slit as I fisted my dick and fondled my balls with my other hand.

I could hear her juices building as her fingers squelched into her hole, and then saw the moisture run between her legs as her pussy became really wet. Kerry began to moan, concentrating more on her clit.

Something caught my eye just behind and to the left of her – movement between some bushes. A head? Definitely a figure, solid but shadowed. I debated internally whether to tell her – I was both turned on and cautious about it. After a few seconds I told her in a loud whisper.

Kerry didn’t stop her masturbation. I asked again whether she’d heard me. She groaned a yes, but said she wasn’t stopping. Was it him, she asked? I looked again, couldn’t make out the person fully because of the strong sunlight. Said I didn’t know; possibly.

That set Kerry off. She rubbed at her pussy, moaning loudly, her hips swaying and tits shaking delightfully. I was still wanking but nowhere near cumming although my head was swimming with the events. Kerry came on her fingers, actually splashing some juices onto me as her legs buckled; that certainly made my mind up to ignore the voyeur and get some action.

I didn’t need to ask. Kerry dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock with her soft mouth. This presented her beautiful ass and open wet gash towards the voyeur’s position above us atop the dune.

The thought of his view was thrilling and I grasped Kerry by the hair as she went to work on my cock with enthusiasm, moaning her lust.

I was torn between watching her tongue lick around the bulbous head of my cock and glancing up to see our voyeur. I got a shock. They were moving. I say they because I suddenly realised there was more than one person behind those bushes. I counted three silhouettes. My heart thundered in my chest. I was more alarmed than horny. Three could be trouble. But the first true glimpse of our voyeurs caused me to gasp - I saw a female form lead the other two to a different vantage point. Definitely female. And the other pair definitely female also.

They were moving round the side, I realised, in order to get a better look at my cock! Never mind Kerry’s splendid ass and pussy – it seemed I was the main interest of these female voyeurs.

My mind was in turmoil. My gasps of shock then realisation were misinterpreted by Kerry – she took them as a sign of arousal and attacked my cock with more vigour. The sudden dual stimulation caught me out and I felt the sap rising; too quick to put a stop to it.

I announced I was about to cum in a breathless hiss. Kerry sat back, feeling my balls and working her hand up and down my shaft at pace. Her lovely face was a picture of desire as she wanked me off, guiding my jerking cock at her tits. I sprayed those firm orbs with jism, gasping and looking towards our voyeurs. They were very evident, scrambling to see better as I came.

It gave them away. The sun revealed them completely. I recognised Morven instantly, and the other two netball girls I knew as Tina and Christine.

The wide-eyed looks on their faces were a picture. Their shock at our antics and then their realisation they were discovered was hilarious. They ducked down. I chuckled. Kerry was rubbing my cum all over her tits, rolling her hard nipples. She opened her hooded, lustful eyes fully, her expression curiosity. She followed my gaze, asked if that’s where our voyeur was. I didn’t tell her who, just nodded and smiled.

With a wicked grin, she stood up naked and ran up the dune. I don’t know who got the biggest shock – Kerry or the netball girls; they all shrieked. Kerry dropped to the sands, a picture of succulent nudity on the slope, all bubble butt and long legs.

I laughed, called out they’d been caught. Kerry stood up, initial fright replaced by a something approaching anger. She demanded the girls get over the edge and down into our hollow.

Two of them did, Morven leading the way trying not to appear embarrassed or sheepish. The third ran off, which had Kerry laughing.

I made a scrambled attempt to cover my subsiding dick with my shorts as Morven stalked down the sloping dune towards me, her firm legs flexing and glistening under the sun, her full tits quivering nicely. Behind her, carrying their bags was Tina, another tall slim netball chick. The great thing about them was that they all had long, lithe legs and looked damn fit. Tina didn’t quite have a chest to match Morven’s but her little tits were nice and firm beneath a yellow bikini. She did have a very sweet face, however, all light brown flicked hair and innocent eyes. She shot me a dazzling, if somewhat embarrassed smile as they all approached.

Kerry was defiantly naked, and due to her smearing my cum all over her chest then diving down onto the sand bank, her torso was covered in sand which made her tits and nipples look sculpted from the stuff. When she came right up to me I could still see the shine of her pussy juices all around her crotch and her labia were still aroused and swollen. I felt my cock twitch again as the three girls stood around me.

Morven offered profuse apologies to us, Tina seconding. They had followed our trail up to see what the dunes were like when the other two girls on the beach with them had decided to go back to the camp for a snack. The third netball voyeur, a statuesue blonde called Christine whom I’d cast an appreciative eye over during my camp work, had lost her nerve and ran upon discovery, offering them a lame excuse about having to meet up with some guy.

Kerry’s indignation had subsided a bit and she joked at Christine’s panic and told the girls that she’d thought they were male at first. Morven asked a few questions about our exploits and we got into a conversation about voyeuring, open-air sex and how much fun it all was. Kerry crouched beside me and told the two girls to sit down because we didn’t want to attract even more attention from the busy beach.

It was kind of surreal, me sitting there with a cock approaching semi-erection once more, covered only by my loosely-placed bunched-up shorts. Every time I glanced to the side, Kerry’s squatting position gave me sight of her wet pussy, lips gaping apart, clit budding from its hood. I suspected she was enjoying this exposue more than she might admit, even though it was two girls who’d joined us. Her nipples were solid and her face flushed not just with the heat.

I forced my eyes ahead at the two netball payers but there wasn’t much there to quell my ardour either – both in bikinis with fine, toned bodies and Morven sitting legs akimbo, her small stripy bikini bottoms more the wicked weasel variety than panties. When she squirmed to get more comfortable in the sand I got a fabulous camel-toe as her bikini pulled up tight between what looked like a very defined set of pussy lips. Tina, more nervous and unsure of where to look, sat with her knees up, arms folded on top.

Morven asked if we always came up there – got our story of how it was our little private love nest. She joked that it wasn’t that private at all was it? This opened up a conversation about Kerry’s kink for being naked in the open air and the fun that it gave her. Morven commented on her uninhibited pose, not bothering to cover up. I asked that surely the netball girls were naked around one another in the changing rooms and showers, etc. They agreed it happened frequently, yes, but there was never a sexual connotation like there was being naked amongst sand dunes.

To my surprise it was the shyer Tina who asked if we sunbathed naked all the time. Because we usually got naked and had sex, our lust-driven nudity would end up with a nude sunbathing session so we had to say yes, but not always intended.

Then Kerry popped the killer question: “If you want to know what it’s like, then why don’t you try it?” she fired at them.

Two things happened then – my eyes popped wide open and my dick visibly moved under the shorts. Morven giggled. Kerry laughed and said, “Oh don’t mind Andy. He’s used to naked women on the beach. . .”

Morven looked me square in the eye, tossed her brunette locks and gave a wicked pout, slyly asking me, “Will you go naked as well, Andy?”

I smiled, looked down at the shorts, my only covering and shot back, “I am already. . .”

Tina said she was worried about anyone hearing about it. Kerry told her not to be stupid – that we hardly wanted anyone back at the camp to know so why would we tell anyone else? I nodded like a hungry dog. I’d have nodded at anything right then, just to see how far the girls would go.

The two netball girls had to agree. I took a quick glance at Kerry – noted to my wonder and arousal that she was now kneeling up and her parted thighs made her pussy’s state highly noticeable – her cunt was open and wet; I could see her pink inner lips splayed. I realised then that this situation was having a dramatic effect on her. She was still highly aroused and despite the newcomers being female, I suspected Kerry was just buzzed to have been caught naked in any case.

Now she had the further motivation of seeing how far these voyeurs would go when the tables were turned. She dared Morven to take her bikini off. Morven narrowed her eyes and asked what kind of effect that would have on me. Kerry told her she’d take care of that.

I was sat there thinking if I much liked being two horny chicks plaything; I decided I did, after about two milliseconds, when Morven untied her bikini top, dropped it with a sexy smile and revealed those two marvellous globes, each big, firm only the way a young woman’s can be with two small aureole yet nipples very thick and prominent. Her white bits were pure as snow. Eyes turned to Tina, who looked at first like she might bottle it but with a sigh, slowly loosed her own top and kept both tits covered by her hands.

“Come on, said Morven,” and Tina showed us her little pale tits with two jutting pink nipples longer than either Kerry’s or Morven’s.

I was asked if the girls’ met with my approval. Of course, I agreed with a big smile and nod of my head – I couldn’t find my voice to speak.

Kerry squeezed my cock through the shorts, got me rising towards full length again. Morven gave a giggle, Tina covered her mouth with her hand. Morven’s big tits shook and settled. She said that she only ever went topless abroad and that this was quite exciting. Kerry and Tina agreed, chatted about the freedom of it.

My cock throbbed as they declared their fondness for nudity, whilst Morven’s camel-toe held my gaze. She saw me, asked cheekily if they should take off their bikini panties as well.

I wasn’t about to be denied the greatest thrill of my young life so I managed to speak and seriously stated that they really should experience fresh-air nakedness, and that there was nothing to worry about.

The netball girls looked at one another. Then Morven gazed at Kerry – taking in her sandy torso and lovely wet pussy I noted. She asked Kerry if it really was worth it. Kerry bade her try it herself and find out. With a theatrical sigh - intended to tease me, I reckoned – Morven placed her legs together, pulled her knees up and slipped her bikini bottoms right down and off those sculpted pins. She tossed them aside but held her position so that her legs and feet tantalisingly covered her tits and pussy; it was agonising for me and my dick ached at the sight. Morven shot me a naughty wink. Kerry laughed.

Tina was told to follow suit. I think Morven being the team captain and from what I’d seen the most assertive of the netball girls, had an effect. Tina, already nervous with her topless state, looked mortified at the initial thought of full nudity. But seeing Morven’s pose she relented and with a pearly-white smile, copied her captain. She gave a long, fluttery breath as she manoeuvred her bikini panties off. But her legs were longer, more fawn-like and her co-ordination more awkward.

It was the perfect recipe to give me a mindblowing sight – she didn’t quite manage the same degree of coverage Morven had as she removed her panties. Her calves and ankles were not synchronised, and parted while she peeled the bikini off her feet. I was granted the heart-quickening, dick-bursting view of Tina’s bare pussy bulging from between her butt-cheeks. For a slim girl her cunt was meaty, full outer labia and equally large inner labia which protruded, surrounded by a closely-cropped light-brown bush around the lips and a surprisingly thick curly triangle on her mound. She even rocked back slightly, making an annoyed little straining growl as she fiddled with her troublesome bikini. This gave a quick flash of her puckered little anus and forced her big pussy open just slightly – but enough for me to notice the glisten of moisture under the dazzling, but wonderfully revealing sunlight.

“Slide your panties off,” I told her. “And put on that strap-on butterfly vibrator. I want you to wear it throughout lunch and the movie.” Her eyes widened in shock and she opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off. “…ANYTHING I ask to make my birthday more enjoyable, remember?” I said, repeating her own words back to her. Recognizing that she had indeed just said that very thing, she laid the seat back and squirmed out of her thong panties. I got a quick look at her shaven cunt – but it was enough of a look to see that she was nicely wet. She was enjoying this more than her attempted protest would lead me to believe. It took her several minutes to get the butterfly vibrator strapped on and in place, but when she got it adjusted, the little nubs were sitting directly over her clit.

Sitting up, she adjusted her skirt, handed me the remote and asked, “Happy now?”

Without answering at first, I pushed the slider bar on the remove from the OFF position to the FAST position. The small sound of the thing vibrating in her crotch reached my ears as her louder moan escaped her throat. The immediate sensation surprised her and apparently felt so good that she needed to brace herself, reaching out to hand on to the door handle and the dashboard. Easing the slider bar slowly back down to OFF, I replied, “Yep. I”m happy now. Let”s go eat lunch.” The look she gave me was one of mixed appreciation, anticipation and scorn. But overall I knew she was going to love this – and already was to some extent.

Not used to the strap on device, Mary walked just a little funny across the parking lot and into the restaurant where I asked the hostess to seat us in as secluded a space as possible. I told her that it was my birthday and we needed some quiet time alone. The hostess smiled, said she understood and guided us to a four person booth near the back and in a corner. Due to the floor plan of the place, we were out of sight of most of the rest of the patrons and very near the kitchen.

Our waitress approached us almost immediately and took our drink order. As soon as she”d gone away, I slid the slider-bar on the remote control up just until I heard the electronic click in it that meant it was activating the toy Mary was wearing. The effect was much like it had been in the car: Mary”s eyes got wide, she sat back forcefully and her thighs spread just a little. Within a couple of seconds she”d adjusted to the small buzzing on her clitoral bundle and a smile crossed her face. “You”re going to keep surprising me with that throughout the afternoon, aren”t you?” she asked.

“No,” I answered honestly. “I”m only going to surprise you with it during lunch and only then until you”ve had a few orgasms… call it three.”

The look on her face was delicious. A mix of delight, surprise, concern and fear. “You know how loud I am when I cum,” she said back – it was meant to be an argument about why I couldn”t make her cum in the restaurant.

“So try being quiet,” I said, not the least bit concerned. “Bite your lip, put a finger in your mouth… take drink or something,” I said to her before continuing. I met her eyes directly and pushed the slider-bar up just a little further. “But you WILL have three orgasms before we leave this restaurant,” I said forcefully. Before Mary could argue any more, the waitress arrived with our drinks, asking if we were ready to order. Seeing that Mary was incapable of answering any questions at that moment, I told the waitress that we needed another few minutes.

As the waitress walked away Mary began to squirm in her seat, the pleasure being provided from the small vibrator directly onto her clit was overwhelming and obvious. Her first orgasm was fast approaching and I knew that if I didn”t make some adjustments she had three before we even got our lunches served. So, to keep things in check, I slid the slider-bar back down some, to where it was just barely providing signal for the vibrator to buzz slowly. Mary”s passion lowered in response, but the look on her face was one of pure disappointment. Having lost the argument about whether or not she WOULD come in the restaurant, her problem now was that she wanted those orgasms IMMEDIATELY. Too bad – it was my birthday and I know how much she loves to be teased.

After taking a couple sips of her drink Mary read the menu and told me what she wanted. Acknowledging her choice, I pushed the slider-bar back up and watched as she sat back once again, her thighs spreading just a little wider and her eyes almost closing as the pleasure moved from her pussy to spread throughout her body. When I saw the waitress approaching I pushed the slider-bar up just that much more, making Mary close her eyes completely in pleasure as her first orgasm quickly built within her.

The waitress was beside our table asking if we were ready to order before Mary realized anyone else was there. Her eyes opened wide and she opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn”t – because I”d just pushed the slider-bar up a little more. As I answered the waitress, telling her what we”d like for lunch, Mary”s first orgasm washed through her. The look on the waitress”s face was priceless as she realized that Mary was having an orgasm but seemed to be doing so without any stimulation at all. Was this another reenactment of an orgasm like the one Meg Ryan did in a restaurant in a movie? If so, it was one hell of a good acting job.

Mary”s uncontrollable moans and groans – and the pumping of her hips as her orgasm pulsed through her pussy gave away that this wasn”t fake. The waitress looked from Mary to me, back to Mary and then back to me. I smiled. She smiled. As Mary”s orgasm began to fade, the waitress walked away to put our order in.

“That was so mean,” Mary said when she had caught her breath enough to speak again.

“And you loved it,” I added with a huge grin.

“Yes I did,” she finally admitted. “It felt so dirty and erotic to be having an orgasm in front of a total stranger – even another woman – in a public place. My pussy is drenched and my clit is buzzing…” Her words faded as I lowered the slider-bar once again until she was just getting enough vibrations to keep her pussy interested.

“Want to have a little more fun?” I asked her devilishly.

“I”m almost afraid to,” she said with a smile. She knew that I took great delights in pushing her limits, but we both knew that she loved it when she found a new boundary to cross that she”d have never thought herself capable of crossing.

“Well if you do,” I said quietly, “pull your skirt up your thighs just a bit. Not so that you”re exposed, but so that you”re just barely NOT exposed.”

“Why?” Mary asked me.

“You enjoyed that public orgasm with the waitress standing here,” I answered her. “Would you enjoy it more if she could almost see your pussy convulsing as you came?”

“Not almost,” Mary answered me honestly. She quickly adjusted her skirt so that the waitress could look down and see all of her legs, but not quite see her shaven pussy with the butterfly vibrator strapped onto it. As a reward to her for being so daring and exploring new limits, I pushed the slider-bar back up some and heard her moan as her body reacted. What I was counting on happened almost immediately. Mary sat back forcefully against the booth seat and her thighs spread just enough to open her pussy some. Where her skirt had covered her before, her thighs had now moved it and her sweet shaven cunt was now fully exposed. If she didn”t realize it and cover it up, the waitress would get an unobstructed view the next time she came around.

To make a long story short, when she brought us our food the waitress got to see Mary enjoy another orgasm with the view of Mary”s pulsating pussy unobstructed. Neither of us said a word as the waitress stood and looked directly into Mary”s crotch as Mary rolled through another intense orgasm. The only sounds were those of Mary”s groans, the squeak of her naked thighs moving against the vinyl of the booth seat and the soft buzz of the vibrator on her clit.

When the second orgasm had passed, I pushed the slider-bar back down and left it there for the remainder of our lunch. Only after we”d both eaten our fill did I begin to push it back up some more and I was delighted to note that Mary hadn”t adjusted her skirt at all. Our waitress continued to check on us regularly trying not to appear as if she was just coming around to check out my Mary”s sweet naked pussy.

Just as Mary”s third orgasm was beginning to build, I heard the sounds of the wait staff clapping in unison just inside the kitchen doors. I knew what was coming and I wanted Mary to be cumming at the same time. Quickly I pushed the slider-bar as far up as it would go and was rewarded with the sights and sounds of Mary nearly convulsing in the seat as her already sensitive clit was assaulted by the high-speed vibrations of the toy buzzing on its highest setting. Mary couldn”t stop herself from bucking and moaning as her clit was deliciously tortured by the butterfly vibrator and she was all but oblivious as about a dozen waiters and waitresses approached our table, following our waitress who was carrying a small cake with a single candle. Well, we had told them that it was my birthday and this was pretty much standard in restaurants today.

The six men and women did all they could to sing their rendition of “Happy Birthday” as they all kept clapping and strained to look into Mary”s spasming cunt. Our waitress would be a hit for the rest of the day with her fellow workers, I was pretty sure. She”d undoubtedly told them about the hot woman in the back booth who was wearing a vibrator and kept cumming unashamedly. Even though Mary knew they were there and watching – or because Mary knew they were there and watching – her orgasm was more intense than normal, forced along by the high-speed buzzing of the vibrator on her almost painfully swollen clit. In fact, the wait staff finished singing before Mary finished cumming, and all of us waited for her groans and thrashing to diminish. When it began to subside, I pulled the slider-bar down some and let her catch her breath. Only then did she open her eyes wide and realize that seven of us had been watching her – seven men and women had enjoyed seeing her sweet shaven sex as it came and drenched the seat beneath her – seven men and women were still looking at the slick insides of her thighs, now spread wide by the voracity of her last orgasm – seven men and women staring blatantly at her spread pussy, it”s swollen lips still twitching with the after throws of the climax.

Without missing a beat, and showing no shame what-so-ever, Mary sat up, leaving her thighs spread wide, and thank the wait staff for treating us so well. Picking up a knife she cut the small cake into two pieces and served one of them onto my plate. The wait staff got the hint – knew the show was over – and began to wander away. Only our waitress was left. Looking up at her, Mary asked, “Yes?”

“I was wondering if there was ANYTHING else that I could do for you this afternoon?” the young lady said. I had been so caught up in Mary that I hadn”t previously noted how attractive this woman was. Right around twenty years old, she was about five and a half feet tall with a slim but athletic body, dark brown hair, twinkling green eyes, and saucy tits that looked to be about a C-cup. I wasn”t sure if she was interested in both of us, just me or just Mary, but given the lust that was showing in her eyes, I had to guess that she was more interested in Mary.

With a big smile on her face, Mary said, “No thank you, sweety. But maybe we”ll come back for dinner some night soon.”

The waitress looked disappointed for only a minute before replying, “Okay. Well, my name is Beth and I”d love to serve you any time.” It was obvious that she didn”t mean “serve” in the restaurant sense. She was offering to play with us – or more specifically with Mary.

“Thank you,” Mary said with a smile. “We”ll be sure to keep that in mind and I can almost promise you that we”ll be back.” Looking quite happy with that response, the waitress turned to walk away and it was then, again a little late, that I noticed how nicely her ass was shaped. We would definitely have to come back again.

Finished with our desert cake, Mary and I left a big tip and headed out for the car. Opening her door for her on the passenger side, I leaned to kiss her and let my hand wander up her skirt as I did. In the middle of the parking lot I knew that my hand had pulled her skirt up above her wet cunt, because I pushed two fingers into her as my tongue explored hers. She pushed me away with a playful slap telling me to get into the car before I got us arrested for indecent exposure.

Once seated I told her it was okay to remove the vibrator for now, but that we might need it again later. She smiled at me with a questioning look in her eyes, but didn”t ask me what I meant. As I pulled out of the parking lot I could see her out of the corner of my eye – pulling her skirt up to her waist and lifting her ass up off the seat so that she could remove the straps. When she got it off she laid her seat back and left her skirt pulled up. Reaching down between her legs she spread her pussy lips apart and told me to look at her clit. It was swollen to almost three times its normal size – red and sensitive from the constant stimulation of the vibrator throughout lunch. With the tip of one finger, Mary gently touched it and I was amazed to see her whole pussy jump – her lips clamping together as her pelvis rocked up – almost as if her sex was trying to grab at the air to find anything to pull in and fill its need. She did it again as I watched and this time she moaned at the contact. Saving the rest for later, she pulled her skirt back down and lowered her butt into the seat. She sat the seatback up straight and told me where to do next.

Mary”s masseuse friend turned out to live near the harbor. Her name was Cindy and she apparently ran a rather exclusive massage therapy business out of her condominium overlooking the business district that fronted the water. In the lobby we had to sign in with the security guard and near the elevators we had to call up to Cindy”s condo to announce ourselves. “Come on up,” Cindy said through the intercom and moments later we were in the elevator on our way up to the 22nd floor.

During the ride up Mary told me that Cindy was going to give me a full body massage with hot oil and a muscle relaxant ointment. She added that I would have to get naked, wear a towel and do what Cindy told me to do. With that, she told me that she”d be back when my massage was complete, or in about an hour, whichever came first. I was surprised at her last remark because I had expected her to stay with me. Leaving me naked with a female friend of hers wasn”t something that I expected. She saw the look on my face and told me to relax. She giggled and assured me that Cindy wouldn”t bite – unless I asked for it and enjoyed it.

When the elevator opened I kissed Mary, who obviously wasn”t getting out, and stepped out into the opulent lobby of the 22nd floor. “Down here,” a sweet female voice called to my left and when I turned to look I saw a gorgeous blond standing in one of the condo doorways. She was wearing a white teri-cloth robe and I immediately knew that something was up. I turned to look back at Mary just in time to see the huge grin on her face before the elevator doors slid shut.

Walking down to Cindy, I felt self-conscious and unsure of myself. It”s not a feeling I”m used to but I recognized it as a reaction to not knowing what was going on. Cindy helped me along though – and proved she was worth whatever Mary had paid her for the massage.

“Come on in,” she said, extending her hand. “I”m Cindy and you must be Frank.”

“That”s right,” I replied, taking her hand. “It”s a pleasure to meet you.” Cindy closed and locked the door behind us and led me into what was supposed to be the living room of the condo. She had decorated it to serve as a massage therapy office though, and the main fixture of the room was the padded adjustable massage bench. “Bench” may not be a good word because it”s really more of a bed, but beds are made for sleeping and this piece of furniture was specifically designed to facilitate a therapeutic massage.

Pointing me at a small changing area, Cindy directed me to undress and grab a towel. She told me that she had a few other things to do in preparation, but that as soon as I was changed I should make myself comfortable, face down on the massage table. I guess she could see my hesitation as I moved somewhat slowly toward the changing area. “Don”t be shy,” she said with a giggle. “Mary has told me plenty about you and I know you”re going to enjoy this massage. Just strip down, grab the towel around you and get comfortable. I”ll take care of the rest.” My hesitation wasn”t stemming from any amount of shyness. It was the result of the fact that I was already getting hard again and I didn”t know what was supposed to happen here.

As I turned to walk into the changing area, I saw Cindy turning away as well. She moved pretty quick and the short teri-cloth robe she was wearing swished around her like a loose skirt. It swished enough that I caught a glimpse of her naked butt and felt my cock throb again. Behind the provided curtain I stripped down, hanging all my clothes, or folding them on the small bench. Taking a soft white towel from the stack available I wrapped it around my waist and silently thanked providence for the fact that I worked out. Nothing would be more embarrassing than being fat and disgusting with a hard-on as I walked out to the massage table. As it was, being fairly trim and fit was embarrassing enough given that my hard-on was making a quite noticeable tent in the towel. “Oh well,” I told myself. “It”s got to be something she”s seen before and what does she expect prancing around in nothing but a towel herself?” Once again wondering what my freedoms were with this attractive blond.

I did what I could to get situated face down on the table, trying to keep the towel covering my ass as I got comfortable. It wasn”t the biggest towel in the world though and I could feel the coolness of the air on my ass and balls as I laid there. I couldn”t keep my legs clamped shut – just because it is largely uncomfortable for men to do so – and I immediately knew that Cindy would be getting a free look at my privates anytime she was working on my legs. Once again I told myself, “oh well,” and let it go. Little did I know.

When Cindy returned, I lifted my head to see her coming across the floor and was choked by surprise. She had lost the robe and was coming toward me completely naked. Her body was as close to perfect as any I”d ever seen. She looked to be about five feet six inches tall with a firm body. I guessed her chest to be about a healthy 36-B with very light areola and erect nipples that stood out a nice dark pink. Her belly button was pierced with a small silver ring which supported a stone that appeared to be opal. Her waist and hips were nicely proportioned and her pubic thatch was trimmed very short, but not shaven. She was a natural blond and as I looked I could see that her inner lips protruded just slightly from the puffy outer ones. A soft sheen of moisture showed on those inner lips and I wondered absently if she was always wet? Or if she was excited about what was about to happen. Once again I reminded myself not to make assumptions. Mary had provided me with this massage as a birthday present but I had no clue as to what the limits were and I shouldn”t find out I”d guessed wrong. Just go with the program I told myself.

“Like what you see?” Cindy asked me with a smile. As she turned in a small pirouette I looked up from her crotch to see her curved but firm ass and then her smiling face as she finished the turn and was facing me once again.