The tables were loaded with a splendid Independence Day picnic: hamburgers, hot dogs, fried chicken, potato and pasta salads, cool drinks, ice cream and baked desserts. The guests chatted in the sun and shade around the pool deck. The weather was warm. The dress was casual and minimal. Bikinis predominated, from traditional to thongs. The biggest holiday picnic of the summer was in full swing at Total Woman Excursions resort.
Somerset, but everyone called him Somer, mingled with the other guests. The diversity of women covered the waterfront: buxom, trim, athletic, full-sized, petite, redhead, brunette, blond. Each was a host guide of the facility, formally assigned to a particular guest. Informally, everyone was consentingly available to everyone. Somer walked around, browsing.
Somer's formal host guide was Julie. Her high heels brought her almost to Somer's height. The straight haired blond wore a patterned pale green bikini. It tightly molded her buxom body. She held his arm occasionally, squeezing his bicep into her cleavage as she introduced him around to other host guides and their assigned guests.
Food and drink had the crowd in a jolly mood. The after lunch games began. Sack races, balloon bursting and Jell-O wrestling were the more popular games. Somer watched the sack races and thoroughly enjoyed seeing buxom women jumping along in their sacks, boobs bouncing, straining the challenged bikini tops.
Somer participated in the water balloon toss, and then the water balloon bursting, hugging balloons with several different women. He found the less curvy women made superior competitors while the more full featured ones tended to lose the balloons in their cleavage, requiring more effort to burst the water containers.
Somer stood by as the Jell-O wrestling commenced. The women struggled for slippery holds and takedowns. Inevitably, the best grip involved the opponent's bikini, which all inevitably yielded to the breaking forces applied and were torn off the color splotched bodies. Somer enjoyed the view.
Somer got too close. An ankle was grabbed by each of the two current participants and he was drug into the melee. Slipping and sliding on the wet plastic arena, Somer was encompassed by Jell-O lubricated nude female bodies. He rolled around with them in the colored gelatin. Laughing, he copped numerous feels of boobs, butts and crotches.
Finally pinned down by the pair, one on each side, he voiced capitulation and delighted in the swaying montage of multi-colored beasts as the victors high-5'ed their success. Somer's hair, face and clothes were a motley mélange of Jell-O mess. His match-mates helped him to stand and walked him to the poolside shower. They removed his shorts and teeshirt and rinsed the Jell-O off Somer and themselves, applying far more sweeps and caresses than necessary to find latent gel in all the wrong places.
Squeaky clean, one woman squatted and grabbed his ankles. Somer leaned over to fend her off. The other woman took his wrists and together they carried Somer to the edge of the pool, swung him one..two..three and threw him nude and noisy in the cool water.
Somer breached the surface to find his shower mates beside him in the pool. A little splash fight broke out. The activity attracted allies for the women. Several other host guides jumped in and Somer was surrounded. He sportingly surrendered.
