Future of Porn

I had small one problem. The tropical sun was too damned hot.

I was on a deserted stretch of beautiful Florida beach somewhere between Vero Beach and Melbourne. I had driven over from Tampa the day before and spent the night in a 2nd class hotel intending to do some serious sunning the next few days. Despite the fact that we lived a few miles away from Florida’s gulf beaches I wanted to “get the hell out of Dodge” for a few days off. I’d been working long hours at the firm and needed some down time. In fact, the long hours I’d been spending at work trying to make the partners notice me was the source of my problem. I’d been so busy catching up on work and studying for the bar that I hadn’t taken the time to pack properly. In fact, I’d forgotten the most essential of part of my vacation gear: my swimsuit. I know, kind of dumb for a guy who was soon to be a lawyer. As they say a few miles south in the islands, “no problem mon.” I just slipped on a pair of cutoffs and headed out to the beach. I planned to pick up a pair of trunks along the way, but as I drove south along the coast I decided that I didn’t want to waste the sunshine and the first day of my vacation so the cutoffs would do until I could get to the mall tonight.

I finally found what looked like a promising place and pulled off to the side of the road. I took a quick walk down to the beach and saw that I was in what looked like a pleasant little cove. Since the weekend was still a few days away and it was still quite early I wasn’t too surprised to not see anybody else.

I figured I could search all morning and not find anyplace better. So I headed back up to the car for my beach kit. I grabbed my bag with sun block, blankets, towels, books, etc. and set it on top of my big cooler. I just had one small problem. Getting it down to the beach by myself in the Florida heat. If you’ve never been in Florida in July, let me tell you. It’s hot. Not warm. Hot. Sure, lots of places get hotter, but none get as hot AND as humid as Florida in July. By the time I was there I was drenched with sweat.

Now here’s where the problem really started. If I had brought a proper swimsuit I’d have simply dashed into the surf and cooled myself off in the relatively cool (86 degree) water. But since all I had was a pair of cutoffs I didn’t relish the thought of sitting around in damp jeans that would take all day to dry in the humid air. And since I planned to hike up and down the beach later instead of working out I didn’t relish the thought of all the chafing the damp denim would cause. “Tough it out man” I thought to myself. So I applied my sun block and settled in with a good book.

But try as I might I could not stop sweating. Damn I thought. Now, I know what you’re thinking… “you’re on deserted beach in the middle of the week, just take them off and go skinny dipping” right? We’ll the thought did cross my mind, I’ve seen the movies and fantasized about it from time to time but it was just that, a fantasy. Wild and unattainable. Since I was raised in the Midwest it wasn’t something that I could just do. What if somebody saw me? How would the partners respond if I had to call my supervising partner to bail me out for indecent exposure? Forget about being a lawyer… not in this firm. Not in this town. Being so uptight was certainly a pain sometimes. Oh well, “tough it out man” I told myself.

For nearly an hour I managed to forget my discomfort, but it finally dawned on me that to get comfortable I was going to have to “go native”. I started thinking that it would only take a few minutes to go out and get myself cooled down and back to the blanket and decent again. It wasn’t an easy decision but I finally decided that what the fuck, I am on vacation. Even though nobody was in sight and hadn’t been for a whole hour I still got terribly nervous and a little excited by the idea of being naked out doors. This is silly I thought, and unsnapped then unzipped my jeans and let them drop at my feet. Not wasting any time I set off for the water at a brisk walk. I had momentary moment of panic when I began to realize how far out I’d have to go before the shallow sloping beach would let the water cover me up to the waist. By the time I was deep enough I was nearly 200 yards off the beach. Oh well, nobody else is going to be here on a Wednesday anyway I thought.

Now, I had never skinny dipped in my life and was surprised at how good it felt to swim in the warm water unencumbered by a pair of baggy shorts. Not even the skimpy, skintight swimsuits I wear to the pool where I do laps felt anything remotely like this. This was heavenly I thought to myself. Much better than sitting through another deposition or spending all day in the firm’s law library with yet another dry boring three pound book.

I stayed out a bit longer than I had intended to because I had decided that since I still hadn’t seen anybody during my nervous glances towards the beach that I could get in my exercise by swimming up and down the beach. After what was probably 20 minutes of this I figured I had put in a good workout and turned to go back towards my beach blanket.

Oh Fuck! I have a hell of a fucking big problem. There on the beach, right in front of my blanket, was a group of girls setting up their stuff. Three, no five of them I realized as another pair came down out of the palm scrub carrying a giant cooler.

Shit, what was I going to do now? Their blanket was just 10 feet or so in front of mine. For me to get to my jeans I would have to walk right by them. Naked! Even if I went down the beach snuck around them through the palm scrub, they were laying up hill they were looking right at my blanket. And besides I wasn’t even wearing shoes. Nor could I stay out in the water until they left. For one thing, I’d sure to get a hell of a sunburn as the sun block wore off. I’d also get awfully dehydrated from the sweating, salt water and exercise I’d just did.

We’ll stall as long as you can dude I thought. Spend your time sizing up the situation… maybe you’ll think of something incredibly witty to say to five young girls that will make them laugh a little forget all about calling the cops in to have you arrested.

So, I did a little observing. It looked like I couldn’t have picked five better looking girls to be in this situation with… in fact, if there was a way to get naked with one of them under normal circumstance I wouldn’t have minded a bit. All work and studying certainly didn’t help your sex life.

They all appeared to be college-aged give or take a few years. One of the tallest was blonde and appeared to be wearing nothing… of course, I thought, she’s probably just wearing a small bikini that was a close enough in color to her golden skin that it effectively disappeared in the distance. She seemed to be picking out a place on the far left. Next to her was a much shorter brunette with lots of hair bound up in a ponytail high on here head. I’m a sucker for a girl with a ponytail. I love to watch the young women at my fitness club doing their workouts with ponytails swinging wildly form side to side. She appeared to be wearing a pair of lime green swimsuit shorts and matching bikini top. In the middle was another brunette. Something about the color of her skin and silkiness of her hair told me she was of Asian descent. From the front, this petite young woman was wearing a red bikini cut high on her hips, but as she turned her back to me the suit seemed to disappear. “Ah, a thong,” I thought to myself. Next to her, second from the right was another blonde. Her hair appeared to be cut shorter and she was wearing what seemed to be a blue micro-bikini. I could make out the suit, but there just didn’t seem to be that much of it. Finally on the right was what from two hundred yards away seemed to be a red head. She had pale skin that I just knew would freckle intensely by the time they were done in the sun. Her hair too was cut short. All in all, I just knew I’d picked the wrong time to be caught in the open. If only I’d been on the beach when they came, I could have struck up a conversation with them and maybe turned it into dinner and dancing with one of them later… and maybe, hopefully, something more intimate. But I just knew they’d be too pissed off at me to do anything besides call the cops. Besides, there’s nothing tougher than trying to pick up a beautiful girl when she’s in a pack… especially when you’re not wearing pants.

Not that I’m bad looking mind you. I have dark hair and features from my father’s Hispanic ancestry and startling intensely blue eyes from my Mother’s Norwegian family. And despite my grueling work schedule I always found time to work out so I was 5′ 11″ and a trim 175. Slightly heavy for my height I knew, but it wasn’t fat, it was all muscle. Between swimming and lifting free weights I was in fine shape. A swimmer’s body and a weight lifter’s muscles. I also wasn’t ashamed of what I would have to show the ladies either. I’m pretty well hung. At just under eight inches, I’m at least an inch over average in length. Oh, I’d heard of bigger, 9, 10, 12, 14 inches or more, but then again, I considered anything over 9″ to be an urban myth, a woman’s hard core fantasy, or some guy’s bullshit. I hadn’t seen any reliable stats on thickness, but I think I must stack up pretty well in that dimension too. None of my girlfriends had ever complained about the package or how I used it.

Well, by now all five girls had finished rubbing on tanning lotion and all of them had settled down on their stomachs facing uphill, away from the water. Great! That was just the break I’d needed. I figured I could get out of the water and walk briskly right past them. Once I was passed them I’d have my back to them and I’d be able to get in my cutoffs without showing too much — I hoped. I quoted a line to myself from an episode of MASH where B.J. and Hawkeye had to walk naked from the showers to their tent: “We’ll let’s do this the proud way; with heads held high and hands held low”. With that I started nervously towards the beach. Just be quite man and they won’t know you’re coming. I swam until my arms and legs began hitting the sand as I swam. “Damn this shallow beach,” I thought, I was still at least a 100 yards from the blanket. So I decided there was nothing else to do but to just stand up and walk as quietly and quickly as I could and hope they wouldn’t hear me coming.

I was nervous. Way nervous. Otherwise, I might have gotten hard from the illicit excitement of being naked in front of five gorgeous ladies. And I thanked heaven that the water was warm, otherwise I’d have been embarrassed from shrinkage. Strangely the thought crossed my mind that this must be how the word “embarrassed” had been coined. After all, here I am bare assed. But the water and excitement combined to keep me not hard, but not soft and shrunken. My cock was, I realized, just on the edge of getting hard. All heavy and hot with blood, swinging heavily between my legs. I idly, and somewhat proudly, thought that it would probably be quite impressive to the ladies. After all it was nearly “average” in length and girth and not even hard yet.

I had just cleared the water and got my feet on the beach and had just about 30 more feet of dry hot sand to cross when the next disaster struck. The woman in the middle, the Asian turned around to grab a soda or something from the cooler. “Oh my God! It’s Adonis or maybe just a Merman, but it’s definitely our lucky day” she said and touched the backs of the girls to both her sides. Within a second all five had turned and were looking right at me from only about 20 feet away.

I froze.

I couldn’t move. What should I do? Run back to the water? Run down the beach? Run for the car? Or simply grin and bear it. Hey, I’m already “bare” I thought insanely. They can’t see anything else they haven’t already seen I realized, so I might as well get it over with. “I’m sorry, ladies,” I finally said. “I thought I’d have the beach to myself and needed to cool off, and, well, you seem to have come between my pants and me.” Oops, bad choice of words I thought. Why did I say “come”. What kind of lawyer would I make if I couldn’t even get out a good excuse out without embarrassing myself further?

Then, fortune finally turned my way. “Keeps standing there naked like that long enough and I just might “cum” between you and your pants”, said the Asian beauty said with a laugh.

“Come on” said the golden blonde on the left, “If you feel like you need your pants, help yourself. You’re not bothering us.” She looked a little older than the others did. But not by much though. She was maybe 27 or 28 years old.

“Yeah,” said the blonde in the blue micro-bikini on the right, “you just startled us is all”.

“That’s right”, said the one in the middle, “if we see something we haven’t seen before, we’ll bite it.”

“We’ll I haven’t seen one of those before” said the now wide-eyed brunette in the tiny lime green swim shorts, “but I don’t think I’ll bite it,” she added somewhat shyly. I could tell she was probably a few years younger than the others were; she might be 18 or 19 years old I thought.

“That’s what I thought till I got the chance,” answered the blonde on the left. “But, you’ll probably get your chance when you go to FSU this fall.”

“We’ll I’m just glad to get a peek at a real one. Mom and the teachers keep us on a pretty short leash at the academy,” replied the younger brunette again. “Well, I’m just glad to get a peek at another one before Saturday,” said the blonde on the right. “I’d already resigned myself to looking at one dick for the rest of my life. Not that it’s a bad dick, but I don’t think Brad’s would measure up to his.”

“Now, sis,” said the one on the left, “it’s not all that bad having only just one dick, cause you can have it whenever you like”.

Then it dawned on me. I still hadn’t moved and they’d probably keep checking me out and talking like this forever if I didn’t do something. So I started walking forward and felt the weight my cock and balls swinging heavily beneath me.

“Now, that’s what I call beach balls,” said the Asian in the middle.

That did it. They all burst into a round of nervous giggles apparently excited over what they were seeing. Of course, their crude suggestive talk and unabashed, even wanton evaluation of my most personal assets was beginning to have an effect on me. Already just a heartbeat away from a hard on, I felt myself swelling, lengthening and lifting.

By the time I had crossed the distance between where I had been discovered and the girls I was as hard as could be. If I had lain on my back at this point my dick could have served as a pretty effective sundial. Or since I was standing on the beach, I could probably have hung a heavy beach towel off of my stiff prick.

“Hot Damn! Now I know Barry couldn’t measure up to that!” said the blonde on the right in the deep blue micro bikini. “Girls, I’m glad to be getting married Saturday, but I’m going to miss big dicks like that one.”

Damn. As I passed the girls I thought to myself, there’s no way I’ll be able to get my jeans on and zipped in my condition. I could just picture myself hopping around trying to get it up over my swollen cock and tucking it in place as the girls watched. They’d die laughing I was sure, and I didn’t want that… I may not have had any more physical secrets to reveal, but I still had my pride. But lying on my stomach with a hard on like this was obviously out of the question too. We’ll in for a penny in for a pound I thought and simply laid down on my side with my back to most of the girls. However, the way our blankets were positioned there was no way short of walking away into the brush that I could get out of site of all the girls. So the blonde on the left and red head could still see my dick in all it’s glory, the other three would undoubtedly be checking out my ass.

Sure enough.

“Nice butt!” exclaimed the blonde on the left.

“Not as nice as the view on my side,” replied the red head.

“Hey guy,” called out one of them to my back, I though it was the Asian’s voice again. “You look like you’re naturally dark, but…” she let the word hang a minute, “but… your butt isn’t. You’re going to need some lotion back there. Let me know if you need any help.”

“You look pretty pale in spots on this side too. Julie can have your buns, but I’ll be glad to help with the lotion on other side,” said the blonde next to the red head. “You can call it my wedding present”.

“Too bad our Mom wouldn’t let us bring in a stripper” said the blonde who was behind me on the left.

“Yeah, not that I have anything to compare it to, but that had to be the most boring bachelorette party ever. Mom sure knows how to ruin fun” replied the younger brunette next to her.

“That she does”, came back the reply from the other blonde.

Then it hit me. The two blondes and the younger brunette were sisters. The one to the right was getting married and the other two, the Asian and the red head, were probably her friends from college. I had happened in on a wedding party of five very horny, beautiful women.

Finally, after a little more teasing, the girls apparently worked it out of their system and settled down. The next few minutes passed in silence except for a few exaggerated sighs.

In the mean time, I began to think back on what the girls had said about my skin. They were right. I needed lotion. Especially on the parts of me that had never seen the sun and had not had any lotion earlier. The back wouldn’t be so bad, but there was no way I was going to rub my cock and balls with lotion. Not in front of these girls. That would be obscene. Besides, I was afraid I’d come if I so much as touched my dick.

Then the whispering started. Somehow, this was worse. Despite being naked and hard in front of five beautiful women I now felt even more naked. Nothing makes you feel more helpless then knowing people are talking about you, right in front of you, and not being able to hear what they say. The whispers went on for a while punctuated by an occasional giggle or two.

Finally, somebody, the blonde on the left maybe, said “I dare you.”

Then I heard the shy voice of the brunette, “No way. I couldn’t. I won’t. I can’t.”

“Fine, then Alison. No more complaining about how Mom won’t let you have any fun,” concluded the soon-to-be-married blonde on the right. “Hey guy, what’s your name?” she asked.

“Ricky.”

“Well, Ricky, I’m Stephanie, and you look like you have a small problem… well, more like a big problem… but you’ve been very inspiring in a number of ways. Since there’s no way you can probably get into your cutoffs we decided that that you shouldn’t have to be embarrassed by being naked, so to solve your problem, we’re going to join you. We’ll most of us anyway”

“What do you mean?” I asked stupidly. They didn’t say anything, but I could tell they were moving and rustling around. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me and I risked a little more exposure and turned my shoulder to see what was going on and was rewarded with the spectacular view of four naked women and one pissed off little sister.

“Oh fuck you, you guys!” the younger brunette said and ripped down her suit shorts and pulled down her top and stuck her chest with what I thought was false bravado. “See, I know how to have fun too,” she said defiantly, but then sat down quickly when she realized I was watching her intently. Looking at her young body with high proud breast, long limbs, flat stomach and totally shaved pussy had my cock twitching and dripping a steady stream of pre-cum.

What the fuck was happening here. This just doesn’t happen. I know I’ve read stories of this kind of thing, but hell, I just figured they were pure bullshit. We’ll what the fuck I thought. If they wanted to play with me I’d play with them too. I was still embarrassed by my condition, but starting to get into the lusty spirit of the day. My thought process was broken by yet more whispers and giggles.

She tapped Beth lightly on the shoulder, getting the attention from her glossed-over eyes.

“Do you want me to help you take off your bra?”

Beth nodded, sat up and Penny unhooked it, then slid it off the girl and dropped it aside. A surge of sexual lust rolled through Penny’s body as she saw Kevin grasp Beth’s naked tit for the first time. The nipples were red and fat and hard, and with Kevin’s hand already on one, Beth herself, grabbed the other and started playing with it.

Next, Penny bent down to whisper in Kevin’s ear.

“Do you want me to help you find her clitoris?”

Kevin gave Beth’s pussy a long, wet lick, then looked up at Penny, his eyes wide and his face smeared with Beth’s juices. He nodded a silent ‘yes’.

Penny took Kevin’s free hand and guided his finger to Beth’s erect little bud.

“Be gentle,” Penny warned, then she let him go and backed away.

Whether or not he was gently, Penny couldn’t be sure, but he was definitely working it. If Beth was going crazy before, she was a maniac now, thrashing and bucking in the chair as Kevin rubbed her clit with his finger and licked it with his tongue. Beth’s chest grew flush, and with the heat radiating off her own body, Penny knew she was probably just as red.

Unable to help herself, Penny reached under her skirt and began massaging her own clit through her soaking panties.

Suddenly, Beth sat erect in the chair and opened her mouth to scream. Penny knew this was her orgasm and it was going to be big. She’d never expected these two to go this far, so she hadn’t prepared a way to stifle the sound of an uncontrollable climax. She could tell Beth was resisting as best she could, but it was a losing battle. With no time to think, Penny simply react with instinct, stepping over to Beth and pushing her chest into the girl’s face.

This was not a sexual technique, but just a mindless tactic to stifle the scream that would doom them all. Penny had even forgotten her blouse was undone and her breasts were somewhat exposed, as it had been her intention to have the girl shout into the fabric of said blouse. Instead, Beth found herself with a face full of cleavage formed by a silky red bra, and though she didn’t expect it, she was glad it was there to muffle her screams.

What Penny’s bust didn’t muffle, the music and Beth’s own shred of control did, so that the only non-involved person who could have heard the orgasm would have had to have been listening for it.

Once she calmed down, Beth lifted her head and Penny backed away, both realizing it was a mistake, but a helpful one. Kevin was apparently too engrossed to have even noticed, for he was still licking the inside of Beth’s thighs and slurping on her lips. Standing against the wall, Penny found that Beth had inadvertently drooled in her cleavage, but she didn’t have enough control of herself to wipe it off. She had to keep one hand on the wall to keep her from falling, and another hand on her pussy so she could cum before she went nuts.

It took a couple minutes before she finally calmed down enough to be coherent again. Even Kevin had taken a break, and they both watched Penny, who was oblivious that she was now the one with an audience. She had closed her eyes as she tried fingering herself without causing too much of a scene, but a scene she definitely was.

“You can take you skirt off,” Beth said, alerting Penny to the prying eyes.

Penny froze and quickly ceased her masturbation. “What?’

“If it makes it easier for you,” Beth said. “You should take your skirt off. We don’t mind. We know how it feels.”

There were a million reasons for Penny to ignore that suggestion, but she was far too horny to listen to any of them. Instead her skirt came off, showing her sopping wet panties, and the remaining buttons on her blouse were undone. Her breasts, clad in bra, spilled into view, and both Kevin and Beth widened their eyes at the size and perfection of them. Penny tried to ignore their stares as she slipped her hand down her panties and melted as she finally inserted a finger into herself.

“Oh, fuck…” she gasped.

“Now let me see you,” came Beth’s voice.

Penny looked at her, seeing that she had already moved on, and was now eyeing the noticeable bulge in Kevin’s pants. Kevin unzipped himself.

“Are you kidding?” Penny asked, bewildered.

“We have time, right?” Kevin asked, sounding desperate and hopeful.

No, Penny thought, but she said, “You’ve never sucked a cock, have you? And you’ve never been sucked?”

Both of them answered with shakes of their heads.

“Oh, fuck,” Penny panted, slipping in a second finger and fucking herself faster. “Just be quick.”

On cue, Kevin’s full erection made its debut at that instant, springing from his pants and pointing toward Beth, still in the chair. Penny was impressed with his size, considering his body wasn’t very big to begin with. But she also noticed that his cock was purple and absolutely throbbing. She didn’t have to worry about speed. This poor guy was going to explode if so much as a stiff wind touched him.

It was a good thing, too, because Beth looked at the cock with a mix of lust and fear, but mostly fear. Kevin had taken a step closer to her, but Beth hadn’t moved.

“Aren’t you going to suck it?” Penny demanded through gritted teeth. They really were pushing their luck on the time limit.

“Penelope? How are things coming along?” It was Sharon’s voice. She wasn’t close, probably at the entrance to the dressing room area, but this development definitely put a wrench in things. If Kevin were going to cum, it’d have to be now.

“Yeah, we’re almost finished,” Penny answered, hoping that would buy her another couple minutes. Penny pulled her fingers from herself, dropped to her knees and spoke gently to Beth.

“You scared?”

Beth nodded, red with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. Everyone is at first. And this isn’t the most ideal situation. But Kevin understands, right Kevin?”

Kevin nodded, but he looked like he was in pain. Penny understood.

“You don’t need a blowjob, do you Kevin? You just want to cum.”

“I need to cum…” he groaned. “That’s it.”

“You can do the rest later when you have more time, right?” Penny asked Beth.

Beth nodded, still looking frightened and embarrassed. Then, “But it’s not fair to him…he tasted me.”

“And do you want to taste him?”

Another nod, this one quick and firm.

“Then lean forward and open your mouth,” Penny instructed.

Beth did as she was told, until her open mouth was around the very tip of Kevin’s cock, but no part of him touched her.

“Now grab his testicles.”

Beth did, gently.

“You feel how warm and big and heavy they are?”

Beth nodded.

“Now grab his dick.”

Beth carefully wrapped her fingers around the base of Kevin’s shaft.

“Hold it firmly,” Penny said, leaning closer. “And then stick out your tongue….and lick Kevin’s cock.”

Beth did just as she was instructed, bathing the sensitive underside of Kevin’s engorged hard-on with her saliva-coated tongue. But Kevin was bucking and grunting and orgasming before she even touched him. Penny’s words and the anticipation of what he knew was coming were too much to bear.

Penny stood up, standing shoulder to shoulder with Kevin to give Beth some space.

“Now jerk him, Beth. Jerk his cock fast.”

Beth did.

“Oh God, oh God!” Kevin growled, managing to keep his voice quiet.

And then he bucked hard, and though Beth’s mouth was not on him, and her tongue touched only the tip of his dick, she wanted him to cum in her mouth. And because Beth’s mouth was open, both Kevin and Penny could see every thick squirt of the hot semen spill onto Beth’s tongue and shoot down her throat. Tentative as she was, Beth didn’t miss a drop, but gulped the jizz down noisily.

Suddenly Penny felt a hand on her own, and when she realized it was Kevin that had grabbed her, she feared that he might be trying to turn this into a threesome, now. Before she could pull away, though, Kevin directed her hand to her own pussy, and then he let go.

Penny got the message, and she was thankful he remembered her during this crucial moment. He wanted Penny to remember her own needs, and she watched string after string of hot cum blast into Beth’s hungry mouth, Penny realized just how close she really was. Her legs started to buckle as she pushed her panties aside and shoved in two fingers, then rubbed at her clit with her thumb. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she collapsed against the wall, then slid to the floor, keeping her legs spread and her fingers inside herself. She was climaxing, and she didn’t care that Kevin and Beth were there to witness it.

In fact, Penny was still on the floor, shuddering from orgasm even as the couple began redressing and composing themselves. She didn’t come back to reality until Kevin began talking to her.

“I heard your tips when I was waiting out there,” he said. “You said, ‘If a guy gets you excited, he better be prepared to get you off’. And, well, I thought that was the best I could do for you without getting, you know, carried away and…” He trailed off, looking lovingly to Beth.

“Thank you,” Penny said, slowly rising to her feet.

Amazingly, by the time Penny stood, Beth had already changed back into her clothes. These two weren’t about to wait around and get caught.

“So when my manager asks why you didn’t purchase anything, what are you going to say?” Penny asked.

“Oh, we’ll purchase everything,” Beth smiled. “You were right. We actually do have rich parents who give big allowances.”

Beth then said she would purchase the lingerie, but would leave it here and hopefully find a way to pick it up without her mom knowing. Penny offered to take it to Beth’s house, which is how the girls came to exchange phone numbers. A sale was a sale, Penny thought, and this one would end up being almost a thousand dollars.

The couple grabbed their clothes, and rushed off to the register, thanking Penny profusely.

Penny, meanwhile, still needed to get her bearings. She was still without her skirt, and her blouse remained open. Her hair was disheveled, and she was sweating. Worst of all, she was still incredibly horny. The orgasm had been a helpful release, but she was far too turned on to concentrate on anything else but sexual satisfaction. She worried about what she would do.

Then came Sharon’s voice.

“You’re actually getting something accomplished,” she said from the dressing room area entrance. That was her congratulations for a thousand dollar receipt. The bitch. Then, “I have a gentleman out here who wants help picking out a bath robe for his mother. I thought you might want to help him find something in the catalogue.”

Penny, her half-exposed chest still heaving, her panties soaked and bringing to the room the powerful smell of sex, smiled devilishly.

“Send him in.”

*

“FOR MORE STORIES featuring Penny, check out Watch and Learn, Meeting the Sister, and The Party Crash Girls.”

Pete had just asked me if I have seen Michele when we both heard a familiar “Oooooh!” As we turned to see where the voice came from we found Michele in the middle of the room, standing with her knees pinched together, a look of self-conscious pleasure painted on her face. Off to the side we found the cause of her enjoyment. The young man who had bought the remote device was pointing it at Michele and pressing the button. It was working!

She walked up to us and said, “Can I offer you men a drink or something else?” With a devilish smile, “I am not sure I am going to make it to the end of the night without wanting to get fucked if he keeps hitting that button.” She grinned.

Pete and I took another drink, ran our hands over her body. “I am enjoying this too much and as much as I would like to stay with you two handsome men, I am having too much fun serving drinks.” With that she moved on.

I watched her naked ass, and those long legs running down to those high heels. All I could do was sigh out loud as she walked away.

Pete and I wandered through the house for the next couple of hours. We spotted the girls, here and there, serving food and drinks. We were taking in the view as much as everyone else.

It was getting late when Molly came up to me, “You and Pete find the car and meet us out front in ten minutes”. She gave me a kiss and walked off. I turned to Pete and said, “Time to go home and get lucky, old man.”

We put our drinks down, walked out of the house, found the car and drove over to the front door. As I was coming up to stop, I spotted two naked ladies on the top steps. They waved, and I stopped the car.

Molly and Michele ran down the stairs, still naked, but for heels. Pete opened the back door and they jumped in. “Where are your clothes?” I asked foolishly. “They were sold, silly. Remember?” Replied Michele and both women giggled.

As Pete closed the door Michele turned to Molly and said, “That guy has been hitting that button all night. I am surprised the thing has stayed in because I am so wet right now. Oh…. Oh… Oh!” exclaimed Michele as she moaned out loud and pressed her legs together. “There he goes again!”

I looked out the window and there was the young man again pointing and pressing the box at our car. “Get out of here before I waste this orgasm,” said Michele.

With that command I put the car in gear and we started down the driveway. The day still had a few hours remaining. I looked into the rearview mirror and saw two very naked ladies whispering into each others ear. From the giggling I figured there was another adventure coming before the night ended. But that is left for another story.