Prologue: This an continuation of the Kink Initiation story about a couples introduction into the world of Kink through a visit to a Kink B&B.
On the drive up to Santa Rosa to visit our friends Marsha and Tom, Susan sat quietly occasionally snuggling up close to me. We continued making small talk and avoiding talking about the earlier night's adventure.
"You know I only did that stuff because Mistress Crystal was controlling me." She said matter-of-factly.
"Did you enjoy the experience?"
"I'm not sure, it was a surreal experience. There were moments that it terrified me and then sometimes I felt I was having an 'out-of-body experience'. Like I was an observer of my shocking actions, but it wasn't me. What got me the most was the intense sexual arousal I was feeling as I was being led around in public naked."
"I know, I was expecting you quit once she led you out into the street. I almost told Mistress to stop, but you seemed determined to continue."
Bungee jumping came to mind as I tried to figure it out, she let herself go over the edge, trusting that the bungee would let her approach disaster then bring her back safely. It's the adrenaline boost, that's what makes the rush was insane... a feeling of complete, adrenaline-induced euphoria.
"You knew I wouldn't let anything life threatening happen to you, didn't you?"
"Yes, and I felt confident that Mistress wouldn't let anything bad happen. Although it played out more intense than I expected, I strangely enjoyed it."
Before I could continue, Marsha called Susan's phone, "You guys getting close, Tom is going to fire up the grill for lunch."
They continued with small talk while I concentrated on dealing with freeway traffic.
Marsha and Tom used to be our next - door neighbors before they moved out to California ten years ago. We kept in touch over the years, more Susan and Marsha than Tom and I.
Tom and I always worked a lot of overtime, so the girls did most of the socializing. We would go out to dinner and play cards and share the occasional backyard BBQ when we could find the time.
They lived in an older neighborhood, lots of tall trees and very well kept. Tom, still looking like an older surfer guy complete with long shaggy blonde hair was standing in the driveway to greet us. Marsha, tall, tan and looking very sexy in her white tennis outfit was standing by Tom's side.
After the obligatory hugs and back slapping Tom offered to help me with the luggage and show us the house.
Their house looked like a hacienda with terracotta-hued roof tiles, in addition to the terracotta roof tiles there was stone accents and golden-hued stucco façade, the design was for easy indoor-outdoor living. The house wrapped around a central courtyard with a loggia, master suite, guest suite, and casita opening directly to it. There is a swimming pool and hot tub in the center courtyard.
Tom could see my look of amazement, "All that overtime paid off, it was worth it to be able to come home to this."
After we got settled in the guest suite, we went out to visit with Tom in the courtyard. Tom had an outdoor kitchen, complete with a refrigerator, a grill and a large screen TV.
I joked, "That's not like your old Weber grill."
We had a leisurely lunch on the patio, with lots of sangria, maybe too much for Susan.
"So Susan what did you guys do in San Francisco last night?" asked Marsha.
Oh shit, is Susan going to tell her about her kink experience? Not that she couldn't but I don't know if Tom and Marsha would understand our experiment. I never thought them judgmental but that story could make for an awkward few days.
"Nothing special, just took in the local sights."
Whew, I'm glad she didn't go down that road. I don't know if we want to share those details.
Tom said, "We should go into downtown tonight and eat at Guy Fieri's restaurant and tomorrow night I've planned a pool get together with a few friends."
Susan always want to eat at one of Guy Fieri's restaurants so she was excited, she must have told Marsha in the past.
"Tom, we didn't bring swim suits."
"No problem, we have a whole collection of extra suits."
Later Marsha led Susan back to her bedroom to show her the collection of swim suits.
"Here try this one, it would look fantastic on you."
The suit was a very small bikini that was made of an iridescent sheen fabric.
As Susan removed her clothes, Marsha commented "We are going to do something about your bush, the suit won't cover that."
Susan blushed, "I wasn't really planning to be wearing a bikini."
"No problem, I have a place that can take care of it, we'll go tomorrow."
The next day Marsha and Susan went off together to get Susan a bikini wax while Tom and I went off to get supplies for the pool party.
When the girls returned later Susan winked at me and motioned me to come with her.
We went back to the bedroom where Susan in a flirtatious voice said, "Bob, You won't believe what I got."
Thinking it was some new piece of jewelry, "Ok what did you get?"
"Just wait till you see this." as she started taking off her shorts.
Hmm I'm thinking new panties. When she removed her panties, I fully expected to be greeted by a slightly trimmed bush.
"Damn that's quite a trim." After viewing a total removal of all of her pubic hair.
"You won't believe the experience I had at the Salon, turns out that Marsha owns the salon. We had a few Mimosas and next thing I remember Marsha was holding my legs while a Vietnamese girl plucked stray hairs off my pussy."
As I looked at her swollen and red labia lips, "That must have hurt."
"Yes, although it wasn't as bad as I would have imagined. The redness is just irritation from the waxing, it should go away in a few days. Marsha gave me some avocado oil to rub on to reduce the inflammation."
"Marsha convinced me that I need a Brazilian wax instead of a trim; after she said it was on her, I had no excuse."
"Well, you don't have to worry about anything showing in that bikini now."
When we returned to the living room I commented to Marsha, "You didn't tell us you owned a salon."
"Yes, Tom wanted me to find something to do besides shop and spend his money. So one day while I was getting my nails done and overheard the previous owner tell someone that she had to go back to Vietnam to take care of her family and didn't know what to do with the shop. Next thing Tom told me to make her an offer, and she accepted."
The Pool party.
Later that evening, the pool party guests started arriving. It was a cross section of suburban life, average looking men and women. Several of the women were truly stunning, one busty long haired redhead stood out from the rest.
Marsha introduced us to everyone, but as we stood in front of the tall redhead, reminiscent to a Vogue cover girl. An ethereal, gossamer creatures with translucent, milky white skin and deep red long hair. I focused so much on her beauty, I missed her name.
"Susan is a member of the 'club'," with that, the redhead put her hand on her pussy causing Susan to blush.
Apparently Marsha, liked introducing people into the "Brazilian Club", including men. I was glad she didn't want to introduce me to the club. I wouldn't want to go through the waxing after I saw what it did to Susan's pussy.
Tom continued to grill snacks, enlisting me to be the bartender. As the drinks flowed, the girls removed their cover--ups, and several got into the hot tub. Most of the women had nothing more than a string bikini, trying to contain their overflowing breasts.
It's easy to see that most of the girls needed a Brazilian, their suits were not going to cover up much. Given the absence of tan lines I guessed that most spent lots of time in the sun.
Susan appeared in the borrowed iridescent bikini, it barely covered her pussy and her tits.
When she came up to the bar for a drink, she asked, "How does the suit look, It feels too revealing."
"No, it looks fine, you and Marsha made a good choice," but I'm thinking, your kink outfit was revealing, this is tame by that standard.
Marsha warned, "Susan you shouldn't get into the hot tub or the pool for a few days, the pool chemicals on your inflamed labia will be painful."
The booze and food continued to flow, someone sets up a limbo pole and crossbar. When the music changed to Trinidad steel drum calypso, with the bar set high, a few women started to go under. As people tried one by one, the crowd cheered them on to continue. When the bar got lower, one woman's had a nip slip, but she continued undeterred. Another one tried, and her left tit fell out, apparently bikinis are not made to hold boobs in while inverted. The women continued to leave their tits out even after they made it under the bar and got back in line to try again.
It was as though there was a contagion in the air, suddenly all the women standing inline removed their tops and went under the bar topless, while the others continued to gyrate in sync to the music.
