The club wasn't as crowded as the first night Inga and her friends visited, but it didn't matter. They'd brought their own boys along this time, and Inga watched as each of her friends got tipsy and giggly and touchy-feely with the young man they'd paired off with at the beach. Yes, by the end of the night Inga knew the hotel rooms surrounding her own would be filled with the sounds of sex, bedsprings squeaking and lusty moaning and orgasmic cries.
Inga looked over at Chris, the man she'd had four frantic sexual encounters with the last two days. No one knew they were lovers. When they'd been "introduced" that afternoon, he'd played it cool, barely acknowledging her. His friends thought he was being rude-it wasn't right that Inga alone didn't have a playmate. In fact, his coolness thrilled her. Their affair was a secret, something they alone shared, and the fact that he wasn't willing to share his conquest of her with his friends made her want him even more. Most guys would've bragged about bagging a tall, sexy blonde with breasts that demanded your attention. But he hadn't said a word.
Of course, that might've been due to the fact that earlier that afternoon she had mercilessly masturbated him and fingered him until he lost control of himself. So far they'd traded the upper hand back and forth, and the knowledge that each had the power to send the other into paroxysms of ecstasy made this pas de deux even more delicious. What did he have in store for her tonight? What did SHE have in store for him?
He was standing at the other end of the bar, talking to a few of his friends. Inga rested her arm on the bar, sipping a very tart margarita, and then she let her eyes move over to him. He was staring at her, staring at her the way he did that first night at the bar, and she licked her lips and wanted him inside her right then and there. He looked away, a secret smile on his lips, and Inga remembered how that afternoon he hadn't been smiling. He'd been whimpering, glistening with sweat, straining as she plumbed his hidden depths. And her own secret smile spread over her lips.
"I need to visit the ladies' room," one her friends said, a cue to Inga, and the two of them walked down the hall and into the peach-colored bathroom. Her friend opened her purse, grabbed her lipstick, and said, "Good, I brought two condoms!"
"Think you'll need them?" Inga asked with a smile.
"Oh, maybe not," her friend said. "Maybe I'll blow him first, then fuck him after. So he lasts long enough to make me happy. God, I just LOVE younger men!"
They both laughed, and then Inga pushed back her hair and redid her lipstick. Her friend said, "I feel bad there isn't one for you."
Inga laughed. "The night is still young."
"I know, but I thought that one guy, Chris...I know he's single. But he doesn't even seem interested in talking to you. Must be stuck-up."
Inga sighed and shrugged. "He's not really my type, so it's no big deal."
"Probably hung like a string bean."
"Probably," Inga agreed, and they both laughed. They walked back to the bar, Inga remembering how fat and stiff Chris's cock got when it was in her mouth the night before. In the dining room just down the hall from the ladies' room.
Normally Inga and her friends would close a bar when they were on vacation. But by midnight, they were all ready to leave. With their boys, of course. There was no reason to drink any more, and there was nothing left to say. Each couple had already reached the same conclusion-it was time to fuck. Right now. Not an hour from now. Now. Time to fuck.
They left the bar, four couples...and Inga. She needed a ride back to the hotel and outside the bar there was some discussion as to who would be stuck with her in the back seat during the long ride back. No one seemed eager to postpone the groping to come to give Inga a lift back.
"Um, I guess we can give you a ride..." her one friend said, when a voice behind her said, "I'm going home too. I 'll give you a lift."
It was Chris. Of course it was. Inga turned and said, "No, that's OK, I can ride with..."
Her friend said, "Thank you, that's great, bye!" and they all practically leapt into their cars. Five seconds later they pulled off into the night, red taillights illuminating Inga and Chris as they stood outside the bar.
"It's Inga, right?" he said. "I didn't quite catch your name down at the beach."
She laughed. "And you're Chris, right? When you told me your name it was a bit hard to understand."
He grinned. "I was a bit incoherent, wasn't it?"
"Just a bit."
Her young lover showed Inga to his car, held the door open for her. Inga wondered what he had planned, if anything. "Since your friends are going to be molesting a few of my innocent buddies at their hotel, our house is totally empty. And it will be till 2AM, when the bar closes."
Inga said, "There's no one there?"
He nodded. "A few of our gang when home today, the ones with kids. They don't live too far away, they just came down for a quick visit." He snapped open his cell phone, dialed a number, and waited. He hung up without speaking, and said, "Just making sure nobody's home."
Inga let her hand slip into his lap. "I don't want any games. I don't want any power plays. I just want some nice, slow sex."
He opened his legs and sighed. "Sounds good to me."
"No restraints, no torture."
"No torture. I'm up for that."
They hit every green light on the road down the beach, Inga's fingers tracing the outline of his erection through his shorts. "We have a chair in the living room, it's almost a recliner, you can lie down on it with your legs extended," he said. "I want to lie down on it and have you sit on me."
