The door to the overwater bungalow was open to all, the party seemed to be livening. Wes was talking to a woman Cheryl didn't know, when Dean realized she was there he advanced, greeted her in Continental fashion, kisses on the cheek.
She and Pat circulated, perhaps nine other people were in the room and on the porch, all dressed splendidly, the men in shorts and button down or polo shirts, the women in provocative dresses.
People came, people went. Alexis and Steve bounced into the room, both kissed Cheryl on the mouth. "You're beautiful," Alexis complimented, it was clear Steve agreed. Trays of finger food were on the table, from time to time it was replenished by resort waitpersons. Near the gallery sink, bottles of various alcohols and soft drinks were available. As if she was attending a museum opening in Dayton, Cheryl nursed her drink and never set it down where it might be spiked.
An hour and a half after she'd arrived Cheryl wondered if the night was a bust; no one seemingly had made an advance toward another person. Then Jacki closed the front door, dimmed the lights, and the timbre of the room subtly changed. From behind her, she heard Pat's whisper, "This is a good time to leave if you're gonna."
"I'll stay, at least for awhile."
The first serious kiss was between a woman named Leslie who'd been hanging around and Jacki. At the time there were perhaps sixteen people in the room or out on the porch, including Cheryl's friends Wes and Pat, Alexis and Steve, Dean, Russ and Jacki, the others she'd talked to over cocktails. There was one man, Brad, who'd she'd taken a shine to, sculpted face under a short crop of hair, strong arms. She strode to him. "I was thinking of taking a swim," she offered, "would you like to join me?"
"Sounds great."
They stepped out onto the porch, two women that Cheryl barely knew were on one of the lounges making out. She turned her back to Brad, he unzipped the frock. She stepped out of it, helped the man unbutton his shirt. Instead of jumping into the water, he led her to the other hammock, his intentions unmistakeable. Cheryl's response was enthusiastic. For long minutes they wrestled, Brad's lips on her nipples excited her, his prick tasted slightly of pineapple, she wondered how that could be! The women on the opposite side of the deck had been joined by someone, another couple already naked had passed them and splashed into the ocean.
Cheryl allowed Brad to pull her panties off and arrange her so she was splayed, he kneeled before her and pressed his tongue to her gash. She relaxed, although she was some distance from orgasm it was pleasant. She heard cries, calls and scroans from the other couch and inside. The door opened, a man approached. It was Russ! "Mind if I join?"
Brad didn't look up from his work, Cheryl invited him, "I'd love it." Russ bent to her side, kissed her lips, clasped a globe. Under the tutelage of two men Cheryl's body reacted. Brad let his tooth scrape her miniature rod, it was just enough, she felt the tingle of her body, a sense of warmth and ignition. The two men worked together, she hung on their attention.
Brad rose, asked, "You okay?"
Cheryl expected him to be the first one of the night, was mildly bewildered when he gave her a quick kiss and walked inside, probably looking for another conquest. It was up to Russ, and he refused to shirk his duty.
He laid on top of Cheryl, their kisses were steamy. She could feel his erection on her stomach. "The other night," he said, "I felt like a little bit of a failure."
"Why?" She remembered the feel of his prick moving inside her then, felt he'd been an adequate lover.
"Whenever I don't come inside a woman, it's almost like it didn't happen. I know it's silly, but still."
"Well," Cheryl invited, "we can make it up, can't we?"
She presented her mouth for his kisses, divided her legs for his insertion. With a little bit of fumbling, she felt the tip of his cock at her opening, one push and he was fully rooted. She laid back, pulling his shoulders to her, wriggled her hips, he was moving determinedly. Feeling the sliding of his prick inside her, the rubbing of his chest against her nipples, she allowed herself to trip over the guy wire again, her eyes sensed a deep red and orange.
Russ was persistent now, he pushed in angrily again and again, after a few moments she heard his groan, felt him tense, shudder. When he opened his eyes, Cheryl asked, "Better now?"
"Absolutely. How about you?"
"It was a nice one, thanks."
