It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.
Chapter Five : Black on Blonde - Welcome exchanges
During the telling of the host's story, Emma had sat comfortably with her legs tucked beneath her on the settee. Jake was sitting with her in the semi-darkness, his six -foot frame, seemingly all legs and arms, lounging all over the cushions of the settee. His dark brown skin was taught over his noble face and his dark serious eyes reflecting the warm glow of the fire-light as he listened to the story.
The sexy tale had made Emma, to her pleasant surprise, feel rather sensual. She was aware of the lower part of her body already flooded with warmth, dampness in her knickers. Glancing down into Jake's lap Emma could see the bulge signalling his own arousal at the story. She watched it for a few seconds, mentally lowering the trousers to expose it. Ah well Jake went to the bar.
Julie called out. 'Right, Mary and Anne will replenish your drinks folks whilst I see to the kitchen for five minutes.'
The men ogled Mary's swelling bosom which threatened to burst out of the bunny bodice at any moment - particularly when she bent forward to pour a brandy for Bill - and Anne's dark nipples pressed against the tight cotton blouse as she poured glasses of wine. Jake returned to the settee with a glass of wine each for Emma and himself, sitting himself beside her.
At the bar, Bill was looking at her. Their eyes met. His held a twinkle; she was sure he had noticed her interest in Jake's bulge. She suddenly laughed silently at him. He returned the smile. She thought how pleasant it would be to have him roaming his hands over the more arousable secret curves of her body.
He was alone at the moment. Diverting her eyes to the back of the room, she could just make out a couple snuggled up together, chatting quietly. It was Martin, with his hand inside the top of Susan's dress, slowly fondling one of her breasts, whilst her hand was hidden inside the open flies of his evening trousers. The other members of the party were strewn around the room lounging in the settees or in the deep arm chairs, feeling each other's intimate parts.
Jake looked across at Julie. He fancied her. Thinking of her creamy breasts had already brought about a part erection which was difficult to hide. Julie turned her head and their eyes met. Both knew what the other was thinking
He had already ejaculated once that evening. After returning from the car with the luggage, Jake had filled a bath of hot water, generously dosed with Imperial Leather bath foam. He climbed into it up to his neck to relax, thinking that this was a great deal better than his usual dingy theatrical digs.
As he closed his eyes, he thought of the promise in Julie's sensual fuck-me eyes when she greeted him. He imagined the sight and feel of those exciting heaving tits which she had deliberately, though discretely, flaunted in front of his eyes. Experience had taught Jake to read the signs of women giving him that look. Something about coloured men filled white women with curiosity. A good number of them had had their curiosity satisfied, to say nothing of their pussies.
His penis began to stiffen in response to the carnal thoughts and enveloping heat. When it reached it's full magnitude, Jake half-opened his eyes to contemplate its bulbous head jutting out of the foam. Like most men, Jake was very proud of, and devoted to, his genitals. His hand encircled the shaft and drew back the foreskin to expose the polished head, like a ripe plum, with its pinky-brown inner foreskin covering his shaft like a second skin.
Casually soaping the bulbous head with the foam, he felt the familiar flexing in his groin. He raised his buttocks a couple of inches so that he could admire the full might of his weapon. Like other vigorous young men, Jake had a strong sexual drive which was beginning to overtake his will. His hand started to lengthen its stroke. It wasn't long before the tightening of frustration gathered in his loins, encouraging him to quicken his stroke.
There was the familiar pulling at his groin which intensified until, with impulsive jerks of his bottom, several thick globules of the familiar greyish liquid spurted from the single eye. He watched them splash over his throat and chest, making craters in the foam. The sight of his semen gushing from his penis had always mesmerised Jake. He loved to see it fountain. It gave him a sense of importance. Millions of little Jakes
Now, sipping his drink, his attention was drawn to Anne's breasts with a deep lust burning in his eyes. Such promise in them.
Curled up at the other end of the settee, Emma was still watching Bill at the far end of the bar. He looked across at her. She found herself feeling very attracted to him. What the hell she thought. I'll go and talk to him. In uncurling herself out of the corner of the settee her elbow caught Jake's arm as he raised his glass to his lips, spilling the contents of red wine over his lap. Thankfully it didn't soil the chair or cushions.
There was the usual reaction and profuse apologies from Emma. Come on, we'd better wash that out straight away, otherwise it'll end up with a stain which might be hard to remove. I've got some stain remover with me which should get it all out.
Jake never considered arguing. You didn't argue with Emma She took over as the mother figure. Julie watched them move to the staircase with a look of disappointment. She had her eye on Jake. Ah well There'll be other opportunities, she thought.
