THE LADIES OF WARWICK COVEN
Warwick is a small cluster of homes that nestle at the end of Lake Senica. The community consists of eight homes and it's a rather tight knit group whose residents are all single women, myself included. Some of us never married, others are widows, and some are divorced.
The fact that we are all single was a requirement when we rented our homes at the discounted rate. In the beginning everything went along great, but when you get eight young women who are single clustered in one community things can sometimes get out of hand.
Now as women, we do what all women do. We have morning coffee clutches or chat over the fence on sunny afternoons, sometimes having pool parties and talk a lot about past experiences and men.
Then there are the "Pot luck" dinners each Saturday evening and again the discussions ultimately turn to men and how horny we sometimes get. Perhaps the word, "sometimes," is a bit understated. Half of us get to the point that we're ready to proposition the pool boy if he weren't so young.
Anyway, at one of our little Saturday night get-to-gathers, my next door neighbor brought up an article she had read in the paper about some sort of auction they were having in town. It seems that in order to get contributions for some charity, they were going to have an auction for services provided by local businesses.
Lawn services for a month, handyman services and things like that but one of the things being auctioned was a weekend with this guy who would take the high bidder to dinners, dancing and shows for a three day weekend.
I guess he would pick the winner up in the morning and drop her off in the evening, but we thought it would be fun to go to the auction and check it out.
So five of us went, sort of intending to just watch, but when the guy who was auctioning himself off, got up on the platform, our hearts came up in our throats. He was a hunk.
Of all the bidding going on for various services, he was by far the biggest attraction. When the bids got really high we decided to get in on the bidding and by pooling our cash, we finally outbid everyone else.
Ultimately we had to pick one of us to be his date. But secretly it was decided we would sort of share. I mean dinner one day would be with Joann the next day someone else and the third day another. The nights out would be divided up too as would the shows and all.
But when we found out that his services included other things during the day we almost peed in our pants. He would also be around all day long to do what ever we needed to be done. Things like housework if needed and what ever else we needed done around the home. Still it was supposed to be for the highest bidder, not the highest bidders, plural.
So I was the one who claimed to be the winner and after I had spoken with him and given him my phone number, the girls and I went back home and began to speculate about how we could best use his time.
A few drinks later we were all giddy and the conversation even got around to wondering if he could do more personal things like a massage or...well even staying over night with a few of us.
I thought it was wishful thinking on our part, yet we did have high hopes and what the hell, we could proposition him I suppose and all he could do would be say no.
The more we discussed the possibility of getting laid, the more excited we got. That led to more drinking and by eleven that evening we were so fucking horny, half of us had our hands buried in our crotches stroking ourselves thru our panties.
Finally we all ended up, nude around the pool at Terry's house and we sort of paired off. Couples began fondling each other while others sort of sat in loungers chatting and playing with themselves. Occasionally you would hear someone moaning or gasping, "Yeah, oh yeah, I'm cumming," or something like that but by then we were so loaded nobody really cared.
I probably was the most excited of any of them; I was going to meet him at my place Saturday morning at eight. So Friday night I did my hair and all the things a girl does when she's going to have a big date the next day. I decided to greet him wearing my bikini and give him some crap about having my early morning swim.
That's just what happened, but I don't think he bought it entirely. He sort of looked at me suspiciously and then it dawned on me. I had wet my suit, but my hair was perfectly dry. Not exactly cleaver of me I realized.
Before nine I had four phone calls from the girls asking stupid questions about what was going on and I finally had to leave the phone off the hook.
Now I've never been very adventurous but by nine thirty I had him out by the pool in his shorts trying to convenience him to go swimming with me. Finally he gave in and slid into the water,
Have you ever noticed how a pair of men's shorts sort of cling to him when they get wet? I went frantic when he heaved himself out of the pool and sat there with his legs dangling in the water. He had barely dried off when I asked him to put some suntan lotion on my back. Lying on my tummy, I unfastened my bra and undid the ties at my hips and waited.
He sat beside me and began.
As soon as his hands touched my shoulders I felt my pussy begin to sort of twitch. You know, slowly contract and clench and tingle. By the time he was massaging the hollow of my back I was ready to turn over and rape him.
When he paused just above my ass, I reached back and flipped my bikini bottoms back so my butt was exposed... After a brief hesitation, he continued and began to massage each cheek.
I could feel the warm liquid trickling out of my pussy by then, and when his finger slid between the crack of my ass I was nearing an orgasm.
Fortunately, or unfortunately he didn't spend too much time there before moving to the back of my thighs, and down the back of my legs.
When I felt him stir as if to get up I lost my cool and not wanting him to stop, turned over and lay on my back.
"Now the front. All over, Chad, don't stop now."
He got the point. And beginning with my shoulders began again, but this time it was more intimate. His hands weren't just rubbing in the oil, he was massaging me. And God was he good.
