{Note: All the names are fictitious and some characters are composite of more than one person.}
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My first autumn at Broke Oak was memorable for many reasons. Over the spring and summer, I had joined 'the Posse', joined a smoothie shaving team, hosted my cousin, joined the resort massage crew, and begun a friends-with-benefits relationship. Much had happened.
Unless your leg was broken, and sometimes even if, everyone went to the Saturday evening potluck, dance, karaoke, bullshit, and general tease-athon held in the clubhouse/café. I would never want you to misunderstand. The socialization at Broke Oak is always on the up and up publicly. But, there is a very well hidden sensual, sometimes sexual, undercurrent in public and depending on the participants; it can become very open in private groups.
On Saturdays, I had developed a bit of a routine. The potluck hostess always came to my home to cook the main dish because my kitchen was so well equipped. After just a few of these, she and I started adding mutual masturbation to our waiting periods and that progressed eventually to each of us masturbating the other, but went no further than that physically. However, once wee had gotten physical at all, we also got to where we talked more intimately and we are excellent friends.
Of course, everyone goes to the potluck. You have to or Saturday night gets real boring. Lately, I have been going with a group, Hank and Kacey, my smoothie partners, and Faye, my massage partner.
One typical Saturday after supper, the four of us were early to the dance because Faye and Kacey wanted 'good seats where it would be dark' and Hank and I try to get along with the ladies.
"Let's pick this table" Faye suggested, setting her towel on one of the chairs. Hank and Kacey took the two far chairs and I took the one between Faye and them.
"Want to get in the hot tub while we wait?" Kacey asked. Hank's reply was "only if we can bring our wine." So we grabbed the wine, some cups, and headed out to the huge deck where the hot tub sat calling our names.
We nestled into the hot water and got our wine passed around. We sat with Hank and I on the ends and the ladies between us. You need to understand that in the daytime, nudists are publicly pretty puritanical. But in private, or at night, or out of the public eye we are just like anyone else and we can get very sensuous, sometimes naughty. Let's say we were out of the public eye for the next hour or so...
"I want this before you go home tonight." Faye told me as she placed her hand on my penis. "You can pick a hole, any hole, but I want this inside me."
Of course I was growing a hard-on from this treatment, but I was a little shy wondering what Hank and Kacey would be thinking. I looked at them just as Hank was reaching into Kacey's neck and nibbling on her. His hand cupped her breast and although I knew that they had heard us talking, I could see they weren't at all bothered.
"I'll give you the best I can muster, Babe" I responded, "but it is a shame the dance hasn't started yet. That means we just need to wait that much longer. You stroking me feels so good, we might not make the dance."
Kacey's leg brushed the hand I had placed on Faye's thigh. I looked and she had opened her legs wide enough for Hank's hand to move from her breast to her pussy. He was gently stroking her and she was laying her head back with her eyes half closed.
"I don't think any of us will want to stop for the dance, will we?" I asked. There was no answer, but Faye did relax pumping on my cock and was now just holding it still. We wound down a bit to save ourselves for the dance and what followed.
Eventually the wine was gone and we went around-about to my place to pick up another bottle and get in place for the dance. We were just in time before the music started and more importantly just before some folks were going to move our towels and take our seats!
We visited, drank wine, danced, laughed at the open mike jokes, and generally had a great time. Faye and Kacey had talked before hand and had chosen our seats for the darkness and extra privacy. They each kept their hand on our penis as much as they could get away with; they had determined to keep us fluffed-but-not-hard all night. We all knew that after the dance we were going to visit Hank and Kacey's place for an after-party. We danced with our partners and with each other's partner and were very much buzzed.
At one point, I started to dance with Kacey and the way she partly turned and stepped into me, the head of my penis got held between her upper thighs and her vulva. I know she knew what she had done because she whispered "Gus, I will never cheat on Hank. But if I was tempted to, it would be with you."
"I'm flattered," I answered "but I also understand. And I will never put you in a position to have to choose." I also didn't make her move away from the intimate grasp her body had on me.
