Promises

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations are at least eighteen years old.

As always, any political, social or religious views in this story are those of the characters and their circumstances, and don’t necessarily reflect those of the author.

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PART FIVE — A Looming Danger from the North

It’s Destinee, live and in the flesh, standing right there in front of me. I’m in complete shock for several long seconds.

“Are you going to invite me in or just stand there with your mouth hanging open,” she eventually says, with what I’m sure she means to be a lighthearted smile, but I can see the calculation behind it. Still, I don’t want to be rude, so I reluctantly step aside and motion her in.

She’s wearing some kind of wispy, sarong-ish dress that wraps around her amazing body with no visible means of support. It covers everything, yet hides nothing.

“What are you doing here?” I manage to say through my shock.

Destinee takes a deep breath. “Peter, I’m so sorry about what happened last week. It took me a few days, but I finally realized I’d been truly unfair to you. You’ve worked so hard to make yourself a better man and I’m afraid I didn’t give you enough credit for that. I realize now that I did you wrong, getting mad at you for not breaking your promise to that girl. I mean, isn’t a man who can keep a promise just what someone like me should be looking for?”

She’s delivered her obviously prepared remarks reasonably well. A few days ago, I’d have been willing to call them good enough, but now I’m with Kira.

“Look, Destinee, I’ve-”

“Peter,” she says, cutting me off, “I borrowed some money from my dad, and I’ve gotten a room here at the resort. Why don’t you let the girl have this room all to herself and join me in mine?”

“Uh…”

Seeing that I’m not yet buying into her plan, Destinee takes it a step further. “Here, let me give you a taste of what we’d be doing.” With that, she reaches behind her neck and releases something. Her single garment appears to unwrap itself and pool around her on the floor. She was wearing nothing else.

In times past, her extraordinarily beautiful naked body (with not even a G-string this time) would have been enough, but I have no intention of making love with her now, even if I hadn’t made that promise to Kira. Destinee is no longer my vision of what I want. Still, my autonomic systems are working quite well, thank you, and as would be expected at the sight of a very attractive naked woman, are making my cock rise to attention. Fortunately, it’s covered by my robe.

When I don’t react, Destinee evidently decides to go for broke. Dropping to her knees in front of me, she pulls my robe open and wraps one hand around my hardening member, all in one quick, smooth motion. She looks up at me with those big eyes and reveals just how desperate she is. “I’m going to drink your cum,” she says.

I’m so shocked by this unexpected development that it takes me a moment to react. By the time my hands wrap around her head to pull her away, her mouth is just inches from my rising cock. It’s at this moment that Murphy’s Law would dictate that the door should open. It does indeed, revealing the shocked face of a girl I’ve promised never to hurt.

Kira stares in horror at Destinee’s open mouth and my exposed member. It’s a nightmarish scenario and, for a moment, words fail me. I can see that the tears are already starting to form in her eyes when I finally find my voice. “Kira, I promise you that this is not what it looks like.”

My words have zero effect, and I can hardly blame her. Any reasonable person could draw only one conclusion from what she’s looking at. Kira bolts. I can hear her bare feet as she sprints down the hall toward the elevator. Her heartrending sob is clearly audible.

I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to get her to believe another word I say, but I head for the door anyway. Seeing that, Destinee clutches the hem of my robe in a death grip. “No, wait!” she cries, hanging on tightly. I wrestle with her for a long moment, but then just shrug out of my robe, leaving it in Destinee’s hands. I race for the hallway, snagging my keycard from the little table next to the door, then sprint flat out for the elevator. The doors are just closing.

“Wait, Kira, please,” I yell. “Don’t go.” My hope of seeing her small hand appear and reverse the doors is unrealized. I watch them close before I can wedge any fingers into the opening. I despair as the LED numbers above the doors march steady and true, all the way down to the lobby, seven floors below. There’s no way I’ll be able to catch her now, and trying to do so in my current state of undress will only get me in trouble.

I suppose my next move is to contact Anna, because where else would Kira go?

Warm arms wrap themselves around my body as Destinee catches up with me. Showing a level of commitment that I wouldn’t have previously credited her with, Destinee has chased me down the hall buck naked. I know how strongly she feels about nudity and start to reconsider her motives. Have I been reading her wrong? Does she actually have such powerful feelings for me?

“She’s gone, Peter,” she murmurs. “Come on, let’s go to your room so I can show you just how much I want you back. There’s no harm in that now, is there?”

I can’t think of anything I want less, but beyond that, I’m not understanding her motivations. What has changed in the last few days that’s caused her to alter her opinion of me so radically? Borrowing money and flying to Mexico would be a big deal for a girl who works at a salon.

“Actually, Destinee, there is harm in that.” I firmly break her arm lock on me and hold her wrists so that she can’t turn away. “I don’t want you anymore, because I love Kira like I’ve never loved anyone before.”

Destinee sags a bit, but she’s not done arguing. “You’d have let me do it if she hadn’t arrived when she did. You would have quit fighting me.”

“Not in a million years. I promised Kira that I would never go behind her back. I would never break that promise, especially with you.”

She sighs. “Okay, I’ll admit it. I could see it in your eyes that you weren’t going to let me, but it doesn’t matter now. She walked in at the perfect moment. I couldn’t have staged it better. She’ll never believe you weren’t going to let me give you a blowjob.”

“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to convince her of it if I have to.”

“Sure, you could try that, but even if you get her back, she’ll eventually see through your act and realize that it’s all a front.”

I shake my head. “I’ve already told her the truth about how I interact with people, but believe this or not, when I’m with her, I don’t have to work very hard to keep up my front. I can interact with Kira almost like I have no disability at all.”

Destinee looks me right in the eyes, searching for the truth. I think she finds it. “Wow, I think you’re actually serious. You really do love that tiny little thing, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Fuck, I flew down here for nothing. Let me back in your room so I can get my clothes.”

“Not so fast. I want to know what possessed you to come here, especially after all the things you said when you left me.”

I glance down the hallway. There are two doors open with people staring at the naked couple in the hall. Destinee turns and looks too as a third door opens.

“Dammit Peter, I need my clothes.” She tries to pull free of my grip, but I’m not letting go.

“Tell me, Destinee, or we stand right here until Security arrives.” She’s like a caged animal now, desperate to get away. “Right now,” I reiterate firmly.

She stops struggling. “Okay,” she hisses, “when I left you on Saturday, I forgot to take that gold necklace you gave me. I called but got no answer, so I went over to your place. You weren’t home, but I know your alarm code and where you hide a spare key.”

“Holy shit. You listened to my answering machine, didn’t you?” She just glares at me. “You know, nothing would give me more pleasure than going back into my room and leaving you naked in the hall. ‘Fess up right now or I will.”

Destinee blanches. “Okay, yeah. I listened to your machine and heard the messages from Bob.”

“Good enough, I guess. You can have your clothes.” I let go of her and we head down the hall to my room. She’s none too pleased when I don’t let her in, instead making her wait alone in the hall for a few seconds while I snag her lone garment.

“Don’t let me see you again,” I warn her. “You’ve caused enough damage.” She says nothing, just taking her dress and running for the stairwell to put it on.

I quickly grab clothes of my own out of the closet. I don’t know if I can ever get Kira to trust or believe in me again, but I need to find her if I’m going to have any shot at all.

I’m just starting to slip a leg into a pair of boxer shorts when the lock clicks again. To my utter disbelief, Kira walks in.

“Kira, thank God you came back. Please let me explain.”

“Shhh,” she murmurs, finger to her lips. Then, to my further amazement, she shrugs out of her robe. Of course she’s still nude underneath. In wonder, I watch as she walks up to me and takes my mostly flaccid member in her hand. Bending her head down only slightly so that she can reach, she experimentally takes the head into her mouth.

I groan, more from the very idea that Kira is back with me for some unknowable reason than from the sensation, as good as it is. The thought goes through my head that perhaps she’s planning on waiting until I’ve become complacent, then biting the tip of my dick off. I dismiss that as silly; no matter how badly she feels betrayed, she would never do that to me.

It takes me very little time to respond to her touch and I quickly become erect as she holds me in her mouth. I can feel her tongue experimentally feeling around, bathing my glans and teasing the little hole at the end. I know that Kira has never done this before, but it’s still an astounding feeling, marred only by the fact that I still don’t know where we stand. Is this some kind of kiss goodbye? Her obvious sense of wonder as she explores me gives me hope that maybe it’s not.

I begin to run my fingers through her thick, dark hair as she caresses my scrotum with light touches of her fingers. Her other hand begins to run up and down on my shaft. I’ve gotten this service from girls with a lot of experience, but Kira’s earnest enthusiasm more than makes up for her lack of technique.

Kira experiments with taking me to the back of her throat, and gags slightly. She persists, though, and then begins to bob, taking what she can of me into her little mouth. Soon, her saliva begins to run down me, providing lubrication for her hand. She begins to stroke me with more authority. I’m nowhere near coming yet, but I begin to shake from the sheer, unbelievable intensity of it. I grab a hold of the dresser for support.

Kira’s other hand leaves my balls, then reaches between my legs and begins to caress my anus. The sensation is astounding. I can feel that if she keeps this up, I won’t last long. Then she becomes more insistent, pushing her fingertip in, just a little, until the sensation is almost more than I can bear. Indeed, I can feel my release building, ready to break at any moment. I don’t recall going from flaccid to ejaculation this quickly ever, not even in my teen years, but I don’t find it even remotely embarrassing.

“Kira,” I gasp, “I’m about to come.” She appears not to hear me, but I’m now past being able to give any further warnings. With a groan, I let loose.

Kira might have thought she was ready, but the first burst into her mouth still catches her by surprise and she jerks away from me. The next one paints her neck and she backs off a little further. Her eyes are wide as the last few ropes land on her bare chest.

The instant I’m done, I pick her up and crush her to me. Kira smells strongly of lavender and her skin is slightly slippery. I guess that she’s probably fresh from the massage table. Her lips seek mine and we begin to kiss. She’s already swallowed what little ended up in her mouth, so my taste isn’t strong, but I wouldn’t care if it was.

We kiss for a minute, but then I can feel Kira begin to shake. A moment later, she starts to cry. I keep her wrapped in my arms and cradle her head to my shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay,” I murmur. “It’s all going to be okay.” I just hold her close and rock her until she’s ready to talk about it.

“I’m so sorry, Peter,” she finally manages to say. Hearing sorry from her isn’t at all what I’m expecting.

“You’re sorry? You have nothing to apologize for, Kira,” I say softly. “I’m the one who hurt you. But please let me explain what was going on.”

“No need. I heard you talking to the bitch in the hall.”

“But you were down in the lobby and…” I think it through. “You were in the vending room, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Sniffle. “Someone was getting on the elevator as I ran down the hall. I could have made it easily, but then I realized that you’d looked me right in the eye and promised that it wasn’t what it looked like. I didn’t know how it could be anything else, but I know you take your promises seriously. I needed to think about that, and without anyone seeing me crying, so I tucked myself in behind the Coke machine.”

“So you heard that I wasn’t cheating on you?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’d have shown up five seconds later, you would have seen me shoving her naked ass out into the hall, dress in hand.”

Kira looks directly into my eyes, smiling at that happy image. “I believe you.”

“Thank God,” I murmur. “So why did I get that most wonderful of experiences when you came back in?”

“You know, I’m not even totally sure myself, but after I ran off without even giving you a chance to explain, then heard the truth about what was really going on, I felt like I’d acted childishly. I guess part of me was thinking that if you were willing to turn down a blow job from such a beautiful woman because of me, I needed to show my appreciation by giving you one of my own.”

“Well it certainly was unexpected, but I have to tell you, Destinee never did it even a tenth as well as you just did.”

Which is true, and not just because Destinee had never let me come in her mouth. Kira’s gift was real and full of love and caring. Anything I would have received from Destinee would have been purely cynical.

Kira’s not quite ready to believe just how well she’s done her first time out. “You’re full of it, Peter,” she laughs, but I can tell that she’s pleased with herself for bringing me off that way. “I will get better at it, I promise.”

“If you get any better, I probably won’t survive the experience. Let me ask you, though, how did you manage to arrive just when you did?”

“Well, I got my massage, which really was to die for by the way, but then I was kicking back in a comfy chair, sipping a latte and waiting for the rest of the treatment. It’s enough darker in the spa that the glass is one-way, so I saw it when Destinee walked through the lobby and onto the elevator. I couldn’t believe it at first, but there can’t be two women that look like her and there was only one place she could be going. I set my latte down and headed right out the door.

“By the time I got to the elevator bank, I saw that her car had stopped on our floor. It seemed to take forever, but I caught the next one and found myself standing in front of our room. I was afraid to open the door, but I did.”

“Can I tell you exactly what happened in that minute she was in here?”

“Please.”

So I give her the gory details. “Look, there’s no excuse for my having let her into our room at all, especially when you weren’t here.”

“It’s easy to make judgements in retrospect, but it’s a lot different when it’s actually happening,” she says. Then a look of curiosity comes over her pretty face. “I think I heard you using a certain word when you were talking to her about me?”

I know exactly which one she means. It’s not one that I’ve ever used with a woman before. Not honestly anyway. There’s no use denying it now either.

“Kira, I do love you.”

She beams. “I love you too, Peter. It was the fear that I might be losing you that made me realize it.”

“Same for me.” Kira cranes her neck up, so I sit her more upright and we kiss for a good long while.

At last we come up for air and I lie back on the bed, taking Kira with me. She assumes the position she’d woken in that morning, spread out across my chest. It feels wonderful as I gently stroke her back and shapely bottom.

“Peter,” she eventually says, “I still don’t understand why she came down here, trying to get you back. I mean, she broke up with you. You said something about an answering machine?”

“Yeah, my patent attorney was trying to get ahold of me and left a message that Destinee played back when she was in my shop.”

“What exactly was it that she heard?”

“Well, it involves IWSS Industries, right next door in Saint Paul. They’re one of the largest warehouse equipment system manufacturers in the world. I gave them a full demonstration of my ideas a couple of months ago. They showed an interest in licensing one of my fourteen patents. I figured I could see as much as four or five hundred thousand dollars out of it. Bob called to say that they’ve finally made an offer, but now they want more than one patent.”

“Awesome! How many?”

“All twenty-three of them, as it turns out. They’ve looked it over and evidently think they could hit a home run and be years ahead of the competition if they implement my whole system in one fell swoop. They’re convinced it will work — as well they should be.”

“And that means?”

“Their offer for a five-year, exclusive rights deal to those patents was for eighteen million, but Bob thinks we can hold them up for at least twenty-five.”

“You did say million dollars?”

“That’s just for the exclusive use of the patents for five years. They didn’t bother to try and buy them from me outright. They know they can’t afford them.”

Kira’s eyes are bugging out.

“Look,” I say, “this isn’t some kind of overnight success story. I’ve worked fourteen hours a day, seven days a week on this for better than five years. I’ve patented the ideas, built detailed engineering prototypes, completed hundreds of drawings, and created a well-developed beta program for running it. My work is going to make them a pile of money.”

“How do you do all that? Working so hard and figuring out how to do all that stuff?”

I shrug. “It’s just the way I’m wired.”

My best private theory is that all the mental capacity that normal people use to instinctively understand social cues, instead manifests itself in my engineering abilities. I usually think several steps further down the line than other engineers. By the time I commit anything to paper or CAD software, I’ve already got it figured out. The rest is just transcription.

“So, you’re about to become a multimillionaire?”

I think about that for a moment, slightly startled. I honestly hadn’t thought about it that way. To me, the number of zeroes is only important for purposes of vindication of my work, but come to think of it, yeah, I’m about to become relatively rich.

“I guess that’s what it boils down to.”

“Well, I can see why Destinee was after you then. I’m just glad I latched onto you before I knew about that. I wouldn’t want people to think of me as a gold digger.”

It occurs to me that the only way they would think of her that way is if I married her. Is she thinking that far down the line? I find that the thought isn’t at all unpleasant, but there are still some problems with that.

“You’re successful in your own right, Kira. Now Destinee, on the other hand…”

“Peter, if you didn’t love me, would Destinee have succeeded in her mission?”

That’s certainly an interesting question. Destinee had been my dream, but my ideas of what was possible had been very limited. After having gotten to know Kira, the idea of faking it for years on end seems like hell itself, but a week ago? If I’d gotten the news of this deal when Destinee and I were still together, who knows what might have happened, but Destinee would surely have gone all out to get me to marry her.

“Honestly, Kira, I don’t know. I’m just really glad I’m not going down that road.”

“Me too. So what do you want to do today?”

“Don’t you want to finish your spa treatment?”

“Nah. If it’s okay, I don’t want to be out of your sight for a while.”

“Good. Beach?”

“Sure, and I’ll call Anna to see if she’ll join us, but not just yet.” I feel her calf brush against me and realize that I’m sporting an erection again. The girl just has a way of bringing that out in me.

“Kira, I like the way you think.”

* * * * *

It’s early afternoon when we finally head for the beach. This time we both hit the elevator wearing just our robes. There’s no need for suits anymore. We’re barely through the archway when we spot Anna and René, not far from where we were the day before. We head in that direction. I’m happy to see a couple of uniformed security personnel patrolling the beach. It looks like my phone call has made a difference.

“Hey guys,” I say as we get near.

“Hey, you two,” Anna says, obviously happy to see us. René chimes in as well but is obviously nowhere near as pleased. Anna had told Kira that she felt she should at least invite her roomie to come along, but we’d hoped she would decline. No such luck.

Anna is wearing a conservative blue bikini that looks good on her long frame, while René is wearing a heavy one-piece suit that doesn’t do a thing for her. I idly wonder about the circumstances that brought them here together.

Anna smiles and motions to the open sand next to her, on the opposite side from René. “Thanks,” Kira says, spreading her towel next to Anna’s.

I roll out my own next to Kira’s, then look down at her. She gives me a bit of a nervous smile, but then we strip off our robes in unison. René takes one look at my naked crotch, then pointedly rolls over onto her stomach with her face pointing away from us. She puts in a set of earbuds. That’s fine by me.

“You guys look like pros at this.” Anna sounds slightly awed.

“Believe it or not,” Kira says, “yesterday was the first time in public for either of us, but it turns out we’ve both been long-time fans of going around the house in the buff whenever we can.”

“That’s awesome,” Anna says. “I sometimes take a good long time to get dressed after I shower in the morning if I’m not going anywhere, as long as it’s warm enough. It’s kind of a naughty thrill for me, talking on the phone with clients while in the nude. And as a matter of fact, I was the one who suggested Hidden Springs to the group. I was eager to try a nude beach, but it turns out they were humoring me by coming here. They won’t even come over to this side, let alone entertain the idea of going naked in front of strangers. I didn’t want to abandon the group, so this is my first time over on this side of the wall.”

René is studiously ignoring the conversation, if she can hear it at all.

I lie down on my side, facing Anna. She’s on her side too, facing me. Kira plops down on her back between us. I find that I have nowhere near the nervousness about being outdoors in the nude that I’d had the day before.

I debate the wisdom of inviting Anna to shed her bikini, but Kira is way ahead of me. “You wouldn’t be the only one now,” she says.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Anna says with a nervous grin.

From behind my sunglasses, I’m watching with no small amount of interest. I know that Anna’s a good-looking girl, but will she look just as good in the buff?

She pops up to her knees, now blushing furiously. “I’m glad you guys went first,” she says. “It feels like the whole world is staring at me.”

I’m not going to tell her so, but a good percentage of the men and women in my field of view are indeed looking her way. You couldn’t prove it behind their sunglasses, but Anna’s got quite the audience.

“You get used to it very quickly,” Kira says by way of encouragement. “Ten minutes from now, you’ll have forgotten.”

“Okay, then. Here I go.” Anna takes a deep breath, then unhooks her top and slips it off her sweet shoulders, revealing large, shapely breasts with very light-colored areolas and shy little nipples. So far so good.

I can tell that the next step is going to be an even bigger deal for her, but she manages to be almost casual when she slides her bikini bottom off. She’s got a little blond landing strip and very pretty lips. Her body shows just minor tan lines. She tucks her suit into her plain blue beach bag and drops right back into her previous position, facing us.

Even with their sunglasses on, it’s obvious that the two girls are checking each other out. “Wow, you’re beautiful, Anna,” Kira says.

“And you’re hot as hell,” Anna answers. “And Peter, you’re not too bad yourself, though I don’t know how much credence you’d want to put into a lesbian’s opinion on that subject.”

“I’ll take it as it was offered, and I’ve got to tell you, from a straight man’s perspective, you’re looking pretty good yourself.”

“Thanks.”

Anna pulls out her sunscreen, prompting Kira to snag the bottle from our shared bag. “It’s a lot easier if you’re standing up,” Kira says, popping to her feet. Yeah, and a hundred times more visible, I think to myself. But Anna and I look at each other. It’s blazingly obvious that we’re thinking the same thing. We can’t be shown up by little Kira.

All three of us are standing as we coat the parts of ourselves we can easily reach, chatting and joking as we go, then Kira has me turn and take a knee so that she can get my back. I look behind me just in time to see Anna kneel to get Kira’s back. I wonder if Kira will have any difficulty with the idea that the hands on her nude body belong to a woman who would probably like to do more than just spread sunscreen, but it doesn’t seem to bother her at all. They finish at the same time.

“Okay, who’s going to get my back?” Anna says with a big grin.

I’m thinking that Kira probably doesn’t want me touching another woman, especially a naked one, but she surprises me again. “Peter hasn’t gotten anyone’s back yet, so it’s only fair he helps you out.”

That’s fine by me. I turn in almost perfect unison with Anna as little Kira steps out from between us. I squirt out a bit more sunscreen and get to work.

Anna is slightly long-waisted and, though she’s carrying a little baby fat, she’s got a nice hourglass shape. Her hips are a little wider than I usually like, but the sexiness of their curves is undeniable. Her legs could use some toning, but her ankles are slim and nicely shaped. All in all, Anna cuts a very pleasing figure from behind. Not stunning, like Kira or Destinee, but still very nice.

Just because Anna has no interest in men doesn’t mean that I’m not going to enjoy running my hands over her nude body, especially since I have sanction from Kira. I do remember to keep my motions as clinical as possible, but the feel of Anna is truly wonderful.

I’m done way too soon and, after giving Anna’s butt cheek a playful slap, I go back to my towel and lie down on my back. Kira lies back down beside me and takes my hand. I notice that she also takes Anna’s. The whole time, René is in her own little world, not participating at all.

The three of us fall into a very comfortable conversation about our respective vacation experiences, then transition into discussing work, current events, favorite shows, and even some politics. I find that all three of us are amazingly in sync on almost everything. Twenty minutes in, we flip over, but the conversation never lags.

At Kira’s request, Anna tells us about how she grew up on a farm in Iowa. Her parents had intended to have several more kids so they could be sure to pass the family farm down to a fifth generation of Jacobsons, but due to complications during Anna’s birth, they were told they couldn’t have any more children.

Anna had grown up doing all the things that would traditionally have been split between the sons and daughters. She worked the fields with her dad and helped her mom run a household. She could drive a tractor, slaughter a hog, can vegetables, fix plumbing and put out a spread for a dozen hungry farm hands, all before she was old enough to drive a car. She’d had an extremely busy childhood, but had no regrets.

“It taught me the value of hard work,” she says.

I decide not to whine about my childhood chores anymore. Taking out the trash and drying the dishes had been about the extent of my household duties.

“So what are your folks going to do with the farm?” I ask.

“Fun story. When I was fifteen, my mom had a new kind of surgery. Two years later, I had two little brothers. They’re nine and ten now.”

That would make Anna about twenty-seven. It surprises me because I’d figured her for four or five years younger.

“That’s cool,” Kira says. “Being an only child sucks.”

“Tell me about it,” I commiserate.

“Actually, I feel more like an aunt than a sister to the little twerps,” Anna says. “We’re just too far apart in age, but at least the pressure for me to stay home on the farm is gone now. I’m free to do what I want without guilt.”

From there, the conversation takes off in all directions, talking about lives, work, family, aspirations, pretty much anything we can think of. Never before have I had such a freewheeling conversation, especially with a couple of beautiful women, and the time seems to fly.

“How about a swim?” Kira eventually asks.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I say.

“Anna?” Kira says, making sure that the invitation is for her too.

“Oh, I’ll play around in the surf, but that’s as far as I’m going,” she says. “I’m not a terribly strong swimmer.”

“Well, you can come with us as far as you like,” Kira says. “Peter and I are going to swim out to the buoy.”

Anna sits up and looks out into the ocean. “Really? That’s a long way.”

“We did it yesterday,” I say. “Kira’s a fish.”

“Impressive.”

“Enough talking about it,” Kira says, “I wanna get wet.”

“I’m sure I can handle that for you,” I say, “and maybe after that we can get in the water.”

Anna busts out laughing, and Kira hasn’t missed my inference either. “Okay funny guy, let’s go,” she says, popping to her feet and comically trying to pull me to mine. I get to my feet with her assistance, then reach down and pull Anna to hers.

Holding the hand of a beautiful naked woman in each of mine, I feel like the king of the world as we walk down to the water. We don’t dally, though, because the sand is hot under our feet.

It’s much better when we hit wet sand and I automatically lift Kira up onto my shoulders for our trip through the surf.

“Aw, you two are so cute,” Anna says.

“So are you,” Kira giggles from on high.

That she is, and she’s tall. Taller than any of the women I’ve dated, if still most of a head shorter than me. It would have been nice if Kira was…

No, I don’t want to go down that road. Kira is an amazing woman, and I know for a fact that I’m very lucky to have met her.

We all walk into the surf together. I immediately notice that the waves are a lot smaller than they were yesterday. “Looks like I’m not going to need to toss you today, Kira.”

Anna looks up at us curiously.

“Aww, I was looking forward to that,” I hear from above my head.

“Really?”

“Yeah, that was awesome! Would you do it again?”

“Well, okay then, if that’s what you want.” There’s a relatively large wave approaching, the one that I figure will be the hardest hitter of the bunch on our way out. I lift Kira down and position her so that she’s lying on her back in my hands, one hand supporting her shoulders and neck, the other under her bottom.

The wave is almost on us and I spin all the way around to the left to get a good windup. At the end of the spin, I lift and throw with everything I’ve got and Kira soars. I’m bracing for the wave, but I keep an eye on her as again, she tucks, then straightens to land feet first. She’s got a gymnast’s reflexes.

“Me too!” Anna yells. I look her way just in time, because she’s already sailing through the air toward my chest. I have just enough warning to get my arms out and catch her neatly under her knees and shoulders. Then the wave hits.

Anna has knocked me off balance, but fortunately I’m falling backwards into it, so the wave’s blast stands me back up and I only need to take two quick steps to stay upright. The wave washes by us, so I turn and march us out into the surf, looking for Kira.

“You might give a guy a little more warning,” I say with a smile. Anna weighs easily double what Kira does, but still isn’t that much of a burden for me. She’s showing no sign that she wants me to put her down, and I certainly don’t mind holding a beautiful naked woman in my arms.

“I just wanted to get in on the action before it’s too late. You don’t need to toss me though.”

I’m still looking for Kira and starting to worry a little. She seemed to have landed okay, and the water was relatively deep under her, but she still hasn’t reappeared.

“Kira?” I call out. Anna catches my concern and looks around worriedly. I’m about to put her down when I just about jump out of my skin. Something has grabbed a hold of my cock, which I realize has become hard yet again. It only takes a moment to realize what this must be, and sure enough Kira sticks her mischievous face up out of the water, right next to Anna’s hip.

“I leave you alone for twenty seconds and you go picking up naked women?” Her grin gives her away.

“It’s becoming a habit I guess,”

“Well, if you’re going to hold Anna, you need to hold me too.”

“But I’ve only got two arms.”

“Just hunker down for a second,” Kira says.

I see what she’s up to and comply. When Anna is submerged except for head and knees, Kira begins to wiggle onto her lap. Anna grabs her and pulls her aboard, so when I straighten up, Kira’s using Anna like a recliner, the back of her head cradled between Anna’s buoyant breasts. I’m amazed, and surprisingly gratified, at how Kira is so casual about touching and being touched by another woman.

Anna wraps her arms around Kira, securing her in place. “Wow, you’re in really good shape,” Anna says, running her hands around Kira’s body, feeling her toned thighs, flat belly and even her small, firm breasts. My surprise grows.

Kira had told me that she hadn’t let her friend Bethany do anything more than kiss her, and she was obviously uncomfortable with René’s attempted affections last night on the dance floor, yet she’s evidently quite comfortable with Anna running her hands all over her. It occurs to me that I probably should be jealous of that myself, but somehow, I’m not.

“You feel pretty good too,” Kira says, wiggling a little and turning her head to caress Anna’s breast with her cheek.

I really can’t believe my luck.

“I’m sure I’m comfortable because I’m soft,” Anna says. “I need to start working out again.”

“I hope you two realize,” I say, “that at this rate I won’t be able to return to the beach politely.” I look in that direction and see that almost every head is turned our way. Frankly, I can’t say as how I could blame them, but I turn my back so I’m facing the ocean. At least it feels a little more private.

“What do you mean by that?” Anna asks with fake confusion.

“Let’s see if this gives you a hint,” I say, lowering them just a little until I poke Anna in the butt cheek.

“Oh, now I see, uh, feel, the problem,” she giggles. If she’s grossed out by being poked by an erect male member, as I would have expected her to be, she’s not showing it.

“Careful where you put that thing,” Kira warns me with a wink. “You’d be going where no man has gone before.”

“That’s right, pal,” Anna laughs, looking up at me, “I’m a virgin.”

“Such a waste,” I chuckle. “I could fix that for you quick, right here.” I say that in a laughing tone, but I can feel myself hardening even more at the image of actually entering her like this; in my arms, in the sea, and with the woman I love in her lap. Kinky, I know, but…

“Eeew!” Anna squeals at my offer, but I can’t help but think that if she were all that averse to the idea, she wouldn’t be in my arms with my cock pressing into her naked flesh just inches from her pussy. It’s not like she flinched away when she felt me.

“Okay, you two,” Kira laughs. “No fucking while I’m right here. Peter, are we going to swim out to the buoy or not?”

“Absolutely, but I want it noted that I’ll probably be slowed by all the seaweed I’m likely to hook along the way.”

Kira smirks. “Like you would have kept up with me anyway. She bursts from Anna’s arms and starts swimming.

“Cheater!” I yell.

Looking down at Anna I ask, “are you okay this far out?”

“Sure, I can swim. I just don’t want to go that far.” She slides out of my arms and is able to stand on the bottom with me. Yep, she’s tall. “Go on,” she says. “Don’t make her wait. I wouldn’t.” She winks at me, then turns and heads for shallower water in a relaxed, easy stroke.

“We’ll be back,” I call out, then take off for the buoy.

Kira takes mercy on me by slowing way down, and after a quick sprint I catch up to her. From there we keep a brisk pace the rest of the way out to the buoy. Once there, we stop to talk. I have one hand on the rusty steel loop on the side of the buoy, and one around Kira. She wraps herself around me and puts her head on my shoulder. We move up and down with the motion of the sea.

“Forgive me for saying so, Kira, but I would have thought you’d be jealous of the physical contact between Anna and me.”

“You know, I’m a bit puzzled by that too, but even though you obviously find her attractive, I don’t feel threatened. I’ve only known her for a day, but she’s like the sister I never had. When she touches you, it feels like I’m sharing with family, but it also makes me proud that I’m the one who’s going to be sleeping with you tonight. How does it feel when you see Anna and me touching?”

“I’m a guy, so I think it’s hot. Still, I’ve gotta tell you that I’m curious as to why you’re so handsy with her when you’re not with any other girl.”

Kira furls her brow for a moment. “I suppose it’s because I find her sexy in a way that I’ve never experienced with another woman. Don’t get me wrong, no woman will ever substitute for a man in my book, but Anna’s like the one girl who turns me on.”

“So, I guess she’s just one more thing we both like. What do you say we head back and get a little more of our Anna fix?”

Kira and I swim back toward the beach. As we approach the surf line, I can see that Anna has gone back up to our spot, so I carry Kira up onto the beach on my shoulders as soon as it’s shallow enough for me to walk. We’re still on wet sand, though, when we notice that the two women appear to be arguing. Before we’re close enough to hear what it’s about, the shorter one spots us and begins to gather her stuff. By the time we walk up to Anna, René’s well on her way to the archway.

“That didn’t look pleasant,” Kira says as I set her down on her towel. Anna’s obviously upset, but she’s doing a good job of not letting it get to her.

“Yeah, as you might imagine, René’s a bit jealous. And that kind of pisses me off, because I told her right up front that we were coming as friends, with any benefits being incidental, if at all. She’s not a close friend, much less my girlfriend, and she knows she’s not my type. Yet as soon as we got here, she started acting like this should be some big romantic getaway for the two of us.”

“Well, that sucks, but I think I can understand her a little,” Kira says. “You’re so beautiful that any girl would want to be with you.”

Anna blushes. “Aw, come on, I don’t hold a candle to you. To either of you,” she emphasizes, looking over at me. “Look, you guys spent a lot of time in the water, and you probably need more sunscreen. I’ve already done mine, and I’d like to do yours too.” The look on her face tells me that she really wants to do this.

I look at Kira and she looks at me. I can tell that she doesn’t mind, and I certainly don’t, but for a moment neither of us wants to be the first one to agree. “I’m good with that if you are,” I finally say.

“Sure,” she replies.

“We’re putty in your hands,” I tell Anna.

“You have no idea,” she grins. She starts with Kira.

The way Anna applies sunscreen is both perfectly practical, and yet totally sensual at the same time. She’s got plausible deniability in case someone around us complains, but this is definitely a sexual event.

Anna gets Kira’s face first, spreading the lotion quickly and evenly, yet making every stroke a caress, every swirl a plain statement of her desire for the smaller woman. I feel the beginnings of an erection by the time Anna gets to Kira’s neck. It’s a good thing I’m lying on my stomach.

She quickly and efficiently coats Kira’s arms and shoulders, then works her way lower. I’m close enough to hear the quick, simultaneous intakes of breath as Anna cups Kira’s breasts. You’d have a hard time in a court of law proving that Anna spent an undue amount of time caressing them, but anyone watching would have known.

“Is this okay?” Anna asks of both of us again.

“Fine by me,” I say softly. Kira can only manage a nod. I know her well enough after this morning that I can see that she’s massively aroused. It’s only now that I notice that Anna’s shy nipples are erect. I hadn’t seen that before, even when we were out in the relatively cool water.

Anna quickly moves her way down Kira’s body, her large, strong hands making short work of the limited real estate. She seems to have ignored only the few glorious square inches at Kira’s center, but then when she finishes coating between each of her toes, she reaches up and quickly swirls her hand there for a moment. Kira stiffens, obviously working hard to suppress her natural reaction to the sensation.

I’ve noticed an unusual number of people sitting up on their towels around us, ostensibly looking off into the distance through their sunglasses. They aren’t fooling me any more than Anna and Kira are fooling them.

Now done with Kira, Anna turns to me, motioning for me to roll over. My erection is still only partial, but I do have to swallow my embarrassment as I move onto my back and expose myself to her. I try to think about the intricacies of automated warehouse design, hoping it will subside.

Anna sets my sunglasses on my chest and starts coating my face. If I’d thought it looked intimate when she did that for Kira, it’s twice as hot when she does it for me. When she starts to move down, I slip my sunglasses back on so I can casually ogle her large swinging breasts. I’m gratified that her nipples stay hard as she works. This evidently isn’t pure torture for this supposed lesbian, running her hands all over a man’s nude body.

After a bit, I notice that she’s taking more time with me than she did with Kira, even considering that I’ve got a lot more skin to cover. It’s like she’s exploring and figuring out what a man’s body feels like. I suppose this is perfectly natural, seeing as how she’s likely never touched a man in this way before. I can feel her fingers probing my muscles. It must be very different than what she’s used to.

As she works her way down my chest and stomach, I lose my battle at trying to contain my erection and feel myself go to full tumescence. “Enjoying this?” Anna murmurs. The sound of the surf and the crowd around us should be enough to keep quiet words private.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” I murmur back.

“You need to stop that.”

I grin, but then realize from her expression that she’s serious. “Anna, I would, and I’m trying, but it’s an autonomic response,” I murmur. “It’s a result of stimuli, not conscious command. If you want it to go away, you’re the one who’s going to have to stop.”

“But I don’t want to stop. You’ll, uh, get a sunburn.” I notice that Kira is working hard to contain her mirth.

“Then you’d better keep on going,” I say, “but you may just get us kicked off the beach.”

“Can’t afford that. I’m having too much fun,” she says. She lays Kira’s robe across my hips. It tents a bit, but no one can complain now.

Anna’s not shy about spreading lotion around under the robe, and my erection grows to near-painful hardness. Then, to my near shock, she asks both of us if we mind if she “protects” everything. By now I’m not even surprised when Kira says it’s fine by her if it’s fine by me. I don’t trust myself to speak, so I just nod.

The look on Anna’s face is priceless as she handles a man’s cock for the first time. I’m sure the look on my face must be similar. Amazingly, I don’t feel guilty about having another woman do that right in front of my lover. If anyone but Anna was running a soft, slick hand all over my manhood, I’m sure I would be, and in a big way. Somehow, though, with her being the one doing it, it’s okay.

I look over at Kira again. Her expression is pretty much what I’m sure mine was when Anna was touching her. She thinks it’s hot and shows no signs of jealousy.

“Jesus, Kira,” Anna says, “I don’t think I could handle this thing. If I ever decided to be with a man, that is.”

“I guess we’ll never know, will we?” I say.

“Nope,” Anna replies with finality, done at my waist and moving down my legs. Her hands are strong and sure, and I think it’s such a waste that only other women normally get to experience this. She’s got a talent.

A minute later, she’s done with my toes and we finally settle in to soak up some more rays. I’m relieved when my cock quickly shrinks back down to a socially acceptable size. I pull Kira’s robe away and set it back on our beach bag.

“Thank God,” Anna says, noticing my reduced size. “I don’t know how you can fit that thing into you, Kira.”

“I haven’t. I’m a virgin too.”

Anna pauses for a long moment. “Oh, well I suppose since you guys just met a few days ago, it’s not surprising that the two of you haven’t uh… but haven’t you ever had a boyfriend? Looking like you do, I can’t imagine you’d have any difficulty attracting one.”

“I only had one boyfriend before Peter, and I married the guy.”

“Wait. You were married, yet you’re still a virgin?” Kira nods. “Well then I can definitely see why you divorced him.”

“Oh, we’re still married. We just ‘celebrated’ our third anniversary.”

Another long pause. “Holy shit, Kira. You’ve got to tell me the whole story.”

“Well, okay,” Kira says. She proceeds to tell Anna what she told me in our room the day before, including a description of her unusual physical condition, but leaving out the account of her abductions.

“Wow,” Anna says when she’s done, “that’s a hell of a story. I’m glad you’ve been able to cut loose on this vacation, at least.”

“It took the right man to get me to do it,” Kira says, looking up and smiling at me.

“Hey, don’t look at me. I just needed to borrow your phone. Coming here with me was your idea.”

“Don’t be modest. You’ve totally been my rock. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Stop it,” I say, “you’re going to make me cry.”

We flip onto our fronts after a while, and Anna again insists on doing our sunscreen. Then Kira and I gang up on her to do hers.

Anna has really wonderful skin, smooth and lustrous. Kira and I nearly come to blows over who’s going to coat her ass, and settle on each of us doing it and giving her a double layer. Ah, heaven.

At last, we’ve spent about as much time in the sun as we dare and it’s getting to be late in the afternoon. Anna feels guilty about not being there for René (though I tell Anna it’s René’s own damn fault, to no avail) and is ready to go look for her. I think Anna is being way too patient with her roomie.

We gather up our towels, but just as I’m about to help Kira into her robe, Anna announces that since she has a male escort, she’s not going to put her suit back on until the last second when we hit the exit. That’s fine with me, and we all start walking, still nude. Other beachgoers are doing double takes as Anna and I swing Kira between us like a child. Anna handles half of Kira’s weight like it’s nothing.

“Hey, let’s go check out those bungalows,” I say, pointing to the small units in the tree line at the back of the beach. “I hear that they’re considered part of the nude beach area, so you can walk right on and off the beach without dealing with clothes.”

“Sounds like paradise,” Kira says. “I’ll bet they’re ungodly expensive.”

They’re all different, and I walk toward one of the nicer ones. “I’m going to take a closer look.”

“What, are you going to peek in the windows?” Kira says.

“Sure.” I’m tall enough to be able to see into the bedroom window, even though the bungalows are up on short stilts for storm surge protection. There’s a king size bed, mahogany floors and high-end tropical themed furnishings. “Nope, no nookie going on in there,” I say.

“Peter!” Kira giggles. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Let’s see if anyone’s home. I want to check this place out.” I walk around to the front, leading my two increasingly nervous looking girls. Their eyes get huge when I walk up the four steps and onto the beautiful teak front porch. Kira, bless her heart, follows me up there. Anna does not.

I knock, then wait ten seconds and knock again. Getting no response, I give Kira a joking grin and pull out my key card, inserting it into the lock. The little LED turns green and I swing the door open.

“Huh?” Kira says, but I see a dawning comprehension on her face.

“Welcome home,” I say. “Well, for the rest of our vacation anyway.”

“But it must be so expensive,” she protests.

I shrug. “I can afford it now.” I’ve got a very high limit on my credit card and if I run up a balance in the next couple of months while I negotiate with IWSS Industries, it’s no problem. With a payday like that coming, I have no financial worries.

“But isn’t moving all of our stuff going to be a hassle?”

“Nope,” I say to Kira. I peer inside. “Our suitcases are sitting right next to the bed.” The staff at Hidden Springs has been outstandingly accommodating to special requests. Especially when accompanied by a large tip.

Kira’s face lights up. “Okay, you talked me into it.”

I turn to Anna, still standing on the walkway at the foot of the stairs. “Wanna come check it out?”

“Yeah, you should hang out with us some more,” Kira says. “We can raid the minibar.”

“No way,” Anna says, smiling regretfully. “You two will be screwing around on the bed about three seconds after you walk in there. I really appreciate it, but I need to go find René.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” I say. “Give us a call if you want to get together and do something.” I point to the room number next to the door. “Just ring lucky number 7.”

“You mean getting lucky, but I sure will. Maybe not tonight, depending on what it takes to get back on an even keel with René, but definitely tomorrow.”

“Okay, it’s a date,” Kira says.

“Cool, I’m dating a married couple!”

“Married?” Kira questions.

“Well, you might as well be. It’d be a mere formality at this point. I see the way you two are together.”

“Well, uh…” is about as close to coherent as I can be at the moment.

“Don’t jinx me, girlfriend,” Kira says.

Anna sidesteps the stairs and approaches the rope netting porch rail. She and Kira are the same height now and I witness a very nice goodbye kiss. Their naked bodies are pressed tight to each other through the rough weaving. I feel a stirring in my groin from the mere sight of it.

I go down the stairs and walk up behind Anna. When she gets done with Kira, which takes a lot longer than the typical platonic kiss, she turns to me. Wrapping her arms around me, she gives me a very similar kiss. There’s even a hint of tongue, which I return. Just a hint, but I’m starting to think that Anna is more bisexual than she knows or lets on.

As one might expect, Anna’s body feels good against mine. For once, I’m not having to bend way over to kiss a girl. Again, I feel none of the expected guilt pangs from doing this in front of my true love. We both back off after a reasonable interval, though, and Anna heads down the walk, giving us one last wave. We watch her fine womanly ass as she walks away.

She’s only gone about ten feet, though, when she stops and drops her bag on a bench along the walkway. “What’s up?” Kira asks.

Anna’s pulling on her bikini. “I’m not comfortable walking through that mass of humanity in the raw, unless it’s with you guys,” she says. “Men are such pigs, current company excepted.”

“High praise, that,” I laugh. Now dressed in a whole square foot of fabric, Anna wraps her towel around her waist and heads for the archway, turning to wave one last time.

I sweep Kira up into my arms and carry her over the threshold, ducking through the doorway. “Where to?” I ask.

“I’m a woman. I want to check out my place before I do anything else.”

“Do I need to put you down?”

“Not on my account. Any moment not in your arms is a moment wasted.”

So I shift her from the prototypical threshold grip to our more comfortable Crook of the Arm position. Kira settles in happily, her eyes now almost even with mine, and we go exploring.

I’ve been remembering my nudity less and less often, but walking through such a beautiful new abode without clothing feels a little strange. Part of me is expecting the actual occupants to appear at any time and ask me what the hell we think we’re doing. The feeling fades, though, as we become more familiar with our new digs. The pictures in the glossy brochure had understated just how nice it is.

“You like?” I ask.

“Wow, this is awesome. I wish we could be here permanently.” It takes a few seconds before it hits me that Kira has basically said she wants to live with me, but the delay is probably because I’m thinking the same thing.

The bungalow has triple the square footage of our room, with a very open floor plan. The bed is a king size of course and has a place of honor along the center of the wall.

The bathroom is much more luxurious than the one in our hotel room, with a huge, walk-in shower that’s built as if it was an addition to the bungalow. Its glass block walls are topped by a clear glass roof so that it feels like an outdoor space. There’s a huge rainfall showerhead hanging in the middle and several smaller heads mounted along the walls. The entrance into it is wide, with no door or curtain, so it’s visible from most of the bungalow.

There are a couple of soft leather couches, and the floor is a glowing, dark-stained wood that’s warm under my feet. The kitchenette is better equipped than mine at home. All in all, our new residence is awesome.

“Hey, there’s a deck on the back, too,” Kira says.

“Then let’s check it out.”

There are a couple of comfortable looking lounge chairs and steps leading down into a small clearing, surrounded by dense jungle. It’s totally secluded back here.

“Cool. Private sunbathing,” Kira says.

While we can’t see anyone else, we can both detect the faint sound of traffic coming through the undergrowth.

“I wonder just how much jungle is actually left on this property?” Kira murmurs.

“Wanna investigate?”

“Sure, but if we’re going to walk through the jungle, I’d like to be on my own feet. You can be Tarzan, I’ll be Jane.”

“And René can be Cheetah.”

She slaps me gently, but giggles. Then I set her on her feet. I offer my hand so I can lead the way, but instead she steps out ahead of me, reaching back and grabbing my swinging member instead.

“I see you’ve found my leash,” I say.

“Fortunately for you, it’s a long one. Do you mind?”

“Hmm, let’s see, do I want to have a gorgeous woman hold my dick in her hand? Well sure, why not?”

“Then come on, I have an idea.”

This sounds interesting.

The foliage looks thick from a distance, but it’s not so dense that it’s difficult to walk through. Still, after about twenty yards, the bungalow is lost behind us. The traffic noises are getting stronger, though, and I eventually see a low building come into view, with a busy two-lane road just beyond it.

The long cinderblock structure has small windows placed at close, even intervals all the way down its side and a large, but nearly empty, bicycle rack out in front. It’s probably a dormitory for employees. The unkempt landscaping says that this is a place where guests are not expected to go.

I pull up short and get a pretty good yank on my now hard manhood. Maybe I should have warned Kira. From her lower vantage point, she probably hadn’t seen the dorm. “Oops, sorry,” she whispers. “Do you see something?”

Silently, I reach down and put my hands around her waist, lifting her up to my eye level where the foliage isn’t so thick. “Oh, I guess this is as far as we go,” she says.

We’re quite close to the building, but we’d be difficult to spot. There’s still a thin covering of foliage between us and the dorm, and we’re in dark shadow too, but there’s no point in going any further.

I put her back on her feet, but continue to surveil the building. For being a dorm, there isn’t much activity. Of course it’s probably the middle of the shift. The day people are on duty and the overnight crew are likely sleeping.

“I suppose we should probably head back,” I say, my curiosity satisfied.

“But what about my idea?” she asks.

“And what idea was that, my dear little… oh shit.” My train of thought is completely derailed as I feel a warm wetness cover me. “Oh Jesus, woman, you’re insatiable.”

“No complaining,” she mumbles around me. “You just wish you could be doing this right now.”

“What, sucking my cock?” I say, feigning a lack of understanding. “I’m not flexible enough to do that.”

“Not for lack of trying, I’d guess,” she says popping her mouth off me momentarily. “No, I was talking about performing oral sex on the one you love.”

“Oh, well I’ll bet I could probably do that,” I say, reaching down for her. I put my hands around her waist, then lift and flip her in one smooth motion. Five seconds after her tease, she’s upside down, way off the ground, and with my greedy tongue probing, seeking and teasing. Being nude makes this kind of thing so much easier.

“Damn, that’s good,” she murmurs from somewhere down below me.

“You’ve got that right,” I say, nearly overdosing on her lovely fragrance. Her plan to give me a blow job in the jungle must have excited her, because she’s enticingly wet.

Kira can no longer reach my needfulness with her mouth, but her hands pick up the slack, reaching down and caressing me. After thirty seconds of that, I lower her down and feel her mouth slide onto me. She’s got my shaft in her hands and I follow her lead, moving her up and down on me for a few seconds. Then I lift her back up and devour her some more.

Kira and I continue like that for a while and I can feel, smell, taste and hear her growing arousal. I’m right there with her, feeling my eventual climax drawing slowly ever nearer. The ability to watch normal people going about their business just a few feet away adds to the excitement. We might be hard to spot, but the idea that it’s possible really turns me on. I lift her a little higher and suck a hard, lovely nipple into my mouth.

“Oh God, that feels so good,” she murmurs, so I lavish attention on it for a bit, then give the other equal treatment. I notice that Kira has put her legs back together and is pointing her toes to the sky, like a diver. She’s way off the ground in this position, but now I take her even higher, lifting her up to kiss her lips.

She takes my head in her hands and tips my face to meet hers at an agreeable angle. Somehow, I’ve never before kissed a girl while our faces were upside down from each other. It takes a bit of adjustment, but soon we’re smooching with abandon as Kira’s feet rustle the leaves in the tree way above my head. Kira feels light as a feather in my upstretched arms.

I’m amazed at the trust that Kira has in me. She could be hurt falling from this height if I dropped her, but she’s thrown all caution to the wind.

“Do you think you could hold me long enough for me to get you off?” she asks.

“Twice that,” I say. “I doubt it would take all that long.”

“Okay, then let me concentrate on you, then you can do the same for me.”

“I’d shake on it,” I say, beginning to lower her down, “but I don’t have a free hand.”

“Then I’ll just have to shake this,” she says, taking me in her hands again and waving me back and forth. “Yup, looks like we’ve got a deal.”

Kira puts a hand on the thick bush above my manhood and uses the leverage to move herself just far away from me that she can wrap her lips around my needy manhood, which is sticking straight out. She begins to alternately stroke my length and massage my balls with her free hand. It feels amazing, of course, but even more so for our being in such an exotic location while doing it. All the while, she’s licking, sucking and kissing my bulbous head.

All thoughts about where we are shrink into the background as I concentrate on the intensity of the sensations that Kira is providing for me. I groan when I realize how quickly she’s bringing me to my fruition. Her hand on me is wet now with her saliva as it strokes firmly up and down my length, and she begins to bob her head, somehow taking me to the back of her throat with each dive.

“Oh Jesus, Kira,” I moan softly. “What you do to me.”

She takes it as encouragement and redoubles her efforts, and it’s not long until I feel the first tickles of my approaching release.

“I’m about to come,” I moan.

“Good. Lift me up a little. I wanna watch.” I comply, lifting her cute little face up and out of the danger zone while she continues to stroke me with one hand. With the other, she holds her hair up and out of the way. I feel myself go past the point of inevitability.

“Here it is,” I grunt. I feel the first big, juicy rope explode upwards. The timing of it is such that Kira’s last, quick upward stroke supercharges it on the way out and it sails away in a rather impressive arc, landing on a large leaf about ten feet away. The next few are more normal, landing just a couple of feet in front of me.

“Wow,” Kira says. “I didn’t know there would be so much.”

“You just bring it out in me,” I groan.

Kira giggles a little at my lame joke, but her mirth stops when I bring her back up and cover her entire maidenhood with my wide-open mouth. Inside the little cavern, I tickle her inner lips with my tongue. She automatically starts to wiggle, but then seemingly remembers where she is and desists.

I’m in no hurry, so I let my lips and tongue explore at their leisure. Kira is still a little salty from the sea, and it’s nice in combination with her succulent juices. I lap them up greedily, then travel just a little to rim her with my tongue. Her hands, which are gently kneading my spent rod and balls, tighten for a moment, but then relax again as she evidently decides this is okay. I go back and forth, from her maidenhood, across her taint to her little rosebud, and back. I’m enjoying myself immensely.

I already know Kira well enough that just from what I can feel through my mouth and hands, she’s approaching a climax. Indeed, she grips my cock tightly and begins to shudder and shake. I stay with her, sucking up the sudden increase in her wetness as she gains her release.

I come to a sudden stop, though, when I see something moving through the jungle. It’s incongruous and a bit disorienting at first, because anything moving that fast should be making a whole lot of noise. This apparition is nearly silent. I hold Kira firmly to my mouth as she continues to orgasm, but my tongue and lips are still as I try and solve this mystery. If whatever it is keeps coming on the same heading, it will pass by us maybe only ten feet away.

Then I realize that what I’m seeing is black hair above brown skin. I further realize, to my chagrin, that the reason this person can move so quickly and silently through the undergrowth is that there is a path there, probably paved. From the looks of it, this one runs between the dorm and the bungalows. I feel like a noob. We’d been playing wilderness explorer with a sidewalk just feet away.

Being naked in the jungle, I instinctively want to duck, but with Kira in her current position (and in her present state of sexual arousal), I’m pretty much immobile. I slowly take a knee and hope that whoever it is will pass right by.

I can soon make out the sound of feet. The quick pace of the steps sounds like a small person, so probably female. Whatever shoes she’s wearing must have very quiet soles.

As she comes around from behind a particularly thick tangle of foliage, I see her head turn and our eyes meet. Hers are wide with fear. It’s not evidently fear of me, though, because she immediately breaks from the trail and heads straight toward us. Now she’s making noise, but Kira is still in the throes of her orgasm and seems not to notice. Seconds later, the woman arrives in our tiny clearing. She’s as naked as we are, but from the way she’s covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, she’s not a nudist.

She is tiny by adult standards, not a whole lot taller than Kira. She’s obviously surprised at what we’re doing, but makes no move to run away, leading me to think that whatever she’s afraid of must be something serious.

“Help me,” she begs with an accent that tells me the phrase is probably stretching her mastery of the English language.

Kira has heard her now and her head whips around to look at our desperate interloper. Her quick burst of Spanish is beyond my capabilities. The girl responds with a sentence at most, but I catch the word “hombre” as it goes by.

“Peter, a man is chasing her,” Kira says in a low but urgent voice. It’s almost unnecessary at this point, because I see a larger flash of the hotel’s hospitality blue following the same path as the woman’s. He’s making a lot more noise, but then he comes to a quick stop when he sees me. The foliage is too thick to distinguish much in the way of facial features, but he’s obviously flushed with adrenalin from the chase.

“Hey,” I bark, my voice loud, low and menacing. “Leave her alone or you’ll have to deal with me.”

I don’t think the girl can actually see him, but her hands come off her breasts and she picks up a stray coconut, winding up and hurling it in the direction I’m looking. The girl’s got one hell of an arm and her form would do a major league shortstop proud. The thing nearly whistles as it plows through the foliage. Her aim is pretty good too, especially considering as how she probably can’t see him directly. He jumps as the thing goes by, about a foot to the left of his head.

He angrily yells something in Spanish that includes the name “Gabriela,” then stalks away, back toward the dormitory. I keep my eyes glued to him as he goes, casually easing Kira down, then flipping her over and setting her back on her feet. Both girls are silent as they wait for me to give the all clear.

The guy never looks back as he returns the way he came. He doesn’t go to the dorms, instead heading for the main hotel building. I don’t catch even a glimpse of his face. “He’s gone,” I say as he goes out of sight behind a fence.

“Gabriela” is blushing deeply and covering herself again, but she doesn’t run off. Instead, she and Kira launch into an animated conversation. I wait patiently for the translation.

At last, Kira turns and looks way up at me. “This is Gabriela,” she starts. “She’s working here for the season as a housekeeper in the main hotel building. She was in the women’s locker room, about to step into the shower, when that guy busted in and tried to grab her. She kicked him in the balls and escaped through the locker room’s door to the outside. She says the guy has been aggressive toward her for a long time, but she won’t tell me who he is. He’s got a lot of seniority and could get her fired. Oh, and she says ‘thanks’ for making him go away.”

“Hola, Gabriela,” I say, nearly exhausting my junior high Spanish repertoire. Being fluent in Russian was enough to get me out of the high school foreign language requirements. I automatically hold my hand out for her to shake, not thinking about the fact quickly enough that her hands are both in use. She hesitates for a moment, but then smiles and takes my hand, letting her other hand drop as well.

I suddenly get the intuitive feel for what Kira had said to me about social conventions and expectations when I’d assumed nudity would be okay in our hotel room. A hundred yards from here, it was just fine for us to be unclothed and interacting with a member of the hotel’s staff (we’d done so several times), but here, it feels a little weird.

“Lo siento,” I say in apology, surprised that I’ve come up with that. Perhaps I’ve retained more Spanish than I’d thought.

“De nada,” she says. She and Kira talk for a while longer. I note that Gabriela has a pretty face, but that her body is almost painfully thin, with boyish hips and tiny bee sting breasts.

Eventually, Kira brings me back into the loop. “Gabriela got married last summer and she’s halfway through a six-month contract here before she goes back home to her husband. He has a good job at the Ford plant in Hermosillo and they have almost enough money to buy a house. She doesn’t want to quit because they need this money for the down payment, but she’s worried that that guy will eventually catch her alone where she can’t escape.”

I glance over toward the dorm. “I’d be more than willing to escort her safely home, but now there’s a group of men outside, smoking. I don’t think she wants to go traipsing past them like this. Not that I’d want to either.”

Kira scrunches her brow for a moment. “Why don’t we take her back to the bungalow and get her something to wear? She could get that shower she wants too, and not have to worry about the asshole busting in on her.”

I nod. “Good idea.”

Kira relays the offer to Gabriela, who seems embarrassed about having to get help from guests, but quickly agrees. What else is she going to do?

I lead the way back with the girls keeping up a steady conversation with each other, then Kira takes her in to shower and get some clothing. Gabriela won’t be so rude as to say so, but it seems logical to me that she’d be more comfortable if I stayed outside. I kick back on the big, padded Rattan couch on the front porch while Kira gets her squared away.

I figure it’ll be a while, but to my surprise the two of them join me just a minute later. Gabriela is still nude, and her hair is still dry. Her apprehensive face is taking in the beach scene.

“I thought the idea was that she would shower and get something to wear,” I say to Kira.

“It was, but then Gabriela told me that while the staff can use the beach on their off hours, she’s never had the courage to come to the clothing optional side, much less go nude. Seeing how adventurous we were being out there, though, has evidently ramped up her daring side. She says she wants to try going out on the beach among the other naked people.”

Gabriela turns and looks at Kira with an anxious expression. Kira doesn’t pause for even an instant, taking the taller girl’s hand and leading her across the porch and down the steps. Now they’re out in the bright sunlight where they are easily visible to their fellow beachgoers. Kira turns to her and says something in an almost stern voice.

Gabriela gulps, but then smiles and nods. She lets go of Kira’s hand and starts walking toward the surf, a hundred yards distant. I get up and join Kira. She gives me the little upward nod that I’m coming to know and love. I pick her up and sit her in the crook of my arm.

“What did you say to her?”

“I told her she couldn’t borrow my clothes until she got her feet wet in the surf.”

“Um, do you think that may have been pushing her a little too hard?” I suggest gently.

“No, we both knew she wanted to do it, but she just needed a little more incentive. And I’m sure she knows I wouldn’t actually have enforced that edict.”

“Fair enough.” We both watch as Gabriela nervously begins to walk past groups of still mostly swimsuit-clad tourists. A couple of times, her hands come up as if she’s going to cover herself, but she bravely puts them back down by her sides and soldiers on.

She’s noticing interested glances from males on the beach, and this seems to fortify her somewhat, because her stride becomes more assured and her head is held up a little higher.

At last she reaches the water and steps into the last of a wave that’s about to recede back into the surf. She starts to turn, but then evidently decides that if she’s gone this far, she might as well go for a swim. She chases after the wave and dives into the one following it.

“I think she’s made a breakthrough,” Kira says.

“Indeed.” I carry her up onto the shade of our porch and plunk back down in the sofa, Kira in my lap.

We watch as Gabriela does an easy loop out past the breakers. She swims well. Finally, she comes up out of the water and heads back for the bungalow.

There’s a volleyball game going on near the back row of sun seekers, a friendly competition between some French guys and German girls, as best I can tell from their yells. None of them have gotten fully into the spirit of the nude beach, but a couple of the girls are at least topless.

The guys have the girls outnumbered six to five, but in the few plays I’ve watched, the girls are easily their match. They’re all fairly good players. Then one of the guys spikes the ball off the shoulder of a girl in the front row. It goes way up in the air, heading off well to the side of where any of the girls can get to it.

To our surprise, Gabriela races up and dives, digging the ball out with textbook form. The ball soars high above the net, just on the girls’ side. A tall redhead goes up and spikes the ball between the upstretched arms of the defenders, pounding it to the sand in the middle of the guy’s side.

The girls all cheer while the guys protest, and the redhead trots over to Gabriela, pulling her to her feet. Gabriela had still been wet from the surf and the sand has stuck to the front of her in a thick layer. She grins and reaches down to brush some of it off, soon assisted by the redhead, who seems to care little whether she’s brushing shoulder, breast or crotch.

The taller girl asks Gabriela something in her native language, and the Mexican girl responds in the affirmative, apparently in halting German. Gabriela takes the empty spot in the back row, grinning enthusiastically. The fact that she’s nude is either forgotten or ignored, and over the period of the next few points, she proves herself to be a formidable competitor for someone of such slight stature.

I’m guessing that she’s some sort of athlete, considering the way she also swims and throws. There’s no doubt that she’s played volleyball competitively.

Gabriela’s example seems to have made the others conscious of the fact that they are wearing more than they need to. Soon some kind of deal is struck. I quickly deduce that the new rule is that every time a side loses a point, its most responsible member sheds an article of his or her clothing. In a few minutes, the last of the Frenchmen peels off his silly little bikini bottom and they’re all dressed like Gabriela, who is showing no sign that she’ll be back to the bungalow anytime soon.

“Care to move this party inside?” Kira asks.

“Yeah, and maybe we could slip into something more comfortable.”

“I could be talked into that, but at the moment all I can think about is getting cleaned up a little. I’m gonna get itchy if I don’t get rid of the salt and sand.”

“Same here. I’ll join you.”

We don’t dally, not wanting to chance Gabriela walking in on something that might embarrass her. Also, neither of us have eaten since breakfast and we’re hungry.

I finish drying Kira off and we head for the kitchen. I paid for the deluxe package, and as advertised there are staples in the pantry and fridge. We pull out a few things to make some sandwiches.

I snag an ottoman from its place in front of the couch so that Kira can be at a more comfortable height at the counter, then we get down to business.

“Haven’t you ever made a ham sandwich before?” I ask, watching how awkward she is at spreading the mayo with a knife. Kira’s hands are tiny, even in comparison to her small frame. The knife is a fistful for her.

She blushes. “My mom was one of those parents who dotes on their kids 24/7. It seemed like whenever I tried to do anything for myself, like make a sandwich, she would always jump in and say ‘here, let me do that for you.’ It used to drive me nuts, but here I am. I think sandwich making is something you have to learn while young to be any good at.”

“Then let me do that for you,” I say with a smirk.

She glares at me endearingly. “Don’t make me use this knife, Mister.”

I laugh and let her make a mess of several sandwiches, grabbing a bag of chips from the pantry and a bowl of fruit from the fridge. The table is set in front of a panoramic window, so we can watch the game and the surf as we eat and talk.

Finally, we leave the table. I go back out to the sofa on the porch. Kira lays out some clothes for Gabriela, then joins me. She climbs up into my lap and we begin to make out. With the net railing and some low foliage, there’s enough privacy here for that. There’s no urgency to our affection now, just two people enjoying each other. I’m getting more and more in tune with Kira, learning what she likes best. I’ve found that she has very sensitive nipples, so I’m stroking them lightly. Yup, she likes that.

For her part, Kira has learned that I like to have my cock held. It’s just a comforting thing. She’s not stroking it, but as always, her touch has brought me to full tumescence.

Then we hear the padding of feet on the steps and quickly put our hands back into more appropriate places. I nearly chuckle, because it’s like every movie where a parent walks into the room when teenagers are enjoying a stolen moment.

Gabriela is flushed from the exercise. She looks happy and self-assured now, nothing like the shy little mouse we sent out there an hour before. Kira and Gabriela fire some Spanish back and forth, then Gabriela nods and heads through the open door. After a few seconds, we hear the sound of the shower.

Ten minutes later, Gabriela appears with wet hair, wearing a T-shirt and shorts that fit her reasonably well. She’s also munching the extra sandwich Kira had made for her. The two of them chatter away for a couple of minutes. Then Gabriela turns to me.