The Beach Bar was a long walk and on the way Janine dimly saw guests making out on the beach or the lawn in the dark. In the distance she heard an unseen woman cry out in a long, uninhibited moan of passion and imagined a huge stream of hot, white semen flowing from the body of a man into the body of this woman, filling her up and satisfying for the present the deepest, most basic animal desires of both parties to the copulation. She suddenly realized that she wanted the same thing for herself and that she was wet again between her legs, under the loincloth.
She reached the Beach Bar, which was just beginning to fill up, got a tall rum drink from the appreciative topless female bartender, who ogled Janine's bare tits and their prominent pink circles. Janine thought the barternder's firm brown tits were cute but she wasn't interested in girls tonight and so she left the bar and hopped onto a stool in the corner to look around. The bar was decorated like a tropical fisherman's hut, very casual and inviting, with loudspeakers hanging from poles. It had open walls to let the breeze blow through and slowly turning fans overhead to ensure that dancers stayed cool. A long bar took up the entire north side and there was a wide shelf running along the other three walls for guests to park their drinks, broken only by the entrances and exits on each side, where baskets of condoms hung. Seating was on tall wooden stools with leather cushions and matched circular tables held the drinks of guests sitting just off the dance floor, in the center. A dj in a corner was playing traditional Island melodies, hauntingly beautiful ballads in Spanish, but he would soon switch to the same familiar dance music heard everywhere in the world.
To her right, a nude couple bickered. She could hear the woman berate the man, probably her husband, in a whiney voice: "I don't understand you -- it is so dumb. We pay all this money to go to a fancy place surrounded by beautiful men with big dicks and you want to be the only one fucking me with your little wiener and you don't want me to get any from anyone else bigger than you are. That is so dumb. I want to get laid right now." From what Janine could see, the guy's "wiener" looked plenty big enough, so maybe her cunt was loose. She watched as the man grabbed the woman by the arm and pulled her roughly down the steps onto the sand and over to a palm tree, where he shoved her over an overturned boat and pushed himself into her from behind without a condom, with no sign of resistance. What an unpleasant couple! Janine hoped they didn't procreate.
Her gaze would have returned to the bar when she jumped with a start. She was looking into the eyes of an olive-skinned man standing in front of her, almost between her legs. He made her gush in her loincloth, he was so attractive. His body was muscular and lean, and he had broad shoulders, narrow hips, and athletic, powerful legs. He had curly black hair and his green eyes. His loincloth was pulled tight showing off his very large package and the ends were tucked in on the sides so as not to obstruct the view. Excellent advertising, though Janine, but it would be considered unsubtle in New York.
"Hi!" said the man, looking deeply into Janine's own eyes. "I think you have the prettiest boobs of anyone here tonight. Can I touch them?" Janine admired the original pick-up line, as unsubtle as his loincloth, and was thankful that her distinctive areolas had finally attracted a guy this good looking. "Can I touch your cock and balls?" She asked in return, to show him she wasn't a pushover. He said sure and they shook private parts and not hands in greeting.
They talked for a while about the Iznoma Hedonia experience, touching each other, his hands resting on her thighs and hers holding his heavy genitals through the loincloth. She found out that he was from Westchester County. She had no interest in talking about suburban life, however, so she asked him what he did for a living. He answered that he was an aspiring actor trying to get to Broadway but was out of work at the moment. He had come down to the resort to meet someone who could cast him in an adult movie.
Janine decided that she wanted to talk about that even less, so she agreed right away when he asked "Would you like to dance?" They were only a few couples on the dance floor already and so they danced with abandon, not caring how much space they took up. She noticed with interest how he moved his sculpted pelvis, bending the taut six-pack ripped belly above it and how his package moved between his legs. She hoped that he was noticing how firm her ass was and how her pretty tits bounced. He was. The dj, who might have been watching them, played a few slow dances. His muscled shoulders and chest were rock-solid and when he took Janine into his arms she felt wrapped in steel armor, her full breasts mashed against this tanned chest. His dick pushed into her pelvis through the loincloth when they danced close and soon he dropped both hands to her apple butt and was bending over to feel it up.
Janine thought this was all very promising. For a moment, her attention was diverted by a yelp -- the unpleasant couple she had noticed before was finally reaching a noisy climax -- and then she settled back to the mood. She impulsively decided to make her own move.
She started by dropping her hand to his crotch and lifting his balls as they hung in the loincloth, feeling the enormous weight of is oversize testicles. She pulled the cord of his loincloth down and underneath his ballsack, so big, long dick and his huge, dangling balls were out and could be seen by everyone.
When the tempo speeded up, he turned her around and leaned on her back, dirty dancing with his hands around her waist. She felt him grinding his cock on her back and butt and his warm, slick precome smearing on her skin from behind. "You're leaking all over me!" she said to him as he kissed her neck and licked her ear. But she was leaking, too! Her pussy was dripping in her loincloth and just maybe that was what he meant when he whispered in Janine's ear that she smelled as hot as she looked. She felt his hands travel down her hips and the creases of her groin and close in on her cunt. By now he would feel the dampness. She felt him bunch the fabric up and grasp her outer pussy lips from the side with the other hand. Within seconds he had curled a finger into the entrance to her vagina. Everyone was watching them intently. Some of the other guests were doing the same.
"Let's go outside!" Janine whispered. She did not care about getting away from the boisterous crowd, or the curious eyes watching her get fingered. She just wanted to lie down and get fucked and the only horizontal space big enough here was the dance floor, where they might get stepped on, or the bar but it was full of drinks.
It might have been the rum but she had suddenly had a mental flash about how she would write about all this. She started to think of his body and her body and what it all meant. She was getting into the mindset she had wished for that afternoon, when she suddenly realized that her story for the magazine should be all about her own reactions and her experience to actually experiencing sex, not observing it or reacting to the libidinous atmosphere of Iznoma Hedonia. She had to experience it herself! Now was the time to do her most important research, through taking ownership of her feelings. This was going to be participatory gonzo pornography!
