This is an experiment. I wrote a story based on my partner's fantasy instead of my own. All characters are 20 or older. Hope you like it, all feedback is appreciated.
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Sarah and Amber giggled as they returned to their hotel rooms at the resort. It was late. They had closed down the clubs and danced their hearts out. Now, heels hung from their fingers, and their laughter echoed loudly in the elevator.
It seemed like the entire resort was asleep. There were hardly any lights on in the windows as they walked through the maze of resort buildings, beautiful white adobe structures that each housed about 100 rooms. The buildings were bunched so that every three buildings were centered around infinity pools, hot tubs, swim-up bars, and the like.
Amber shushed Sarah as the elevator dinged and the door opened to the hallway of their floor, making them both burst out laughing again. They weren't even drunk, buzzed maybe, but more off the fact that they were old friends and hadn't had this kind of fun for a long time than from the margaritas they had enjoyed hours earlier.
Minutes later, they were on Sarah's dark balcony with cold water bottles. They were not quite ready to let the night end, and their laughter ebbed as they stared out at the stars and the ocean.
As they leaned on the railing, a loud clanking came from below. Looking down, they saw that two young men had entered the gated pool area. They watched silently as the young men dropped towels on loungers and headed for the hot tub. Their voices became distinct as they got into the steaming water.
"No, Ethan, one time, I swear to god, I got this girl off like 16 times in one night. Just from fucking! She just kept cumming, it was crazy!"
"That's awesome." The one they presumed was called Ethan said in a tone of awe.
"It really was, dude."
"I think my record is only, like, five in one night," said Ethan.
Sarah and Amber stared at each other, eyes wide, mouths open. "Oh. My. God." Amber whispered. Sarah put her fingers to her lips, looking down significantly.
"Ethan, listen, man, you have to give the ladies what they want. And what they want is... My dick!"
"Carter, you ARE a dick." Said Ethan, laughing.
Amber pulled Sarah back through the curtain into the hotel room and shut the glass door.
"Sarah. We have to go down there." Amber said, excited.
"Amber. No way, those guys are like twenty, twenty-one at best, and we are... not. Remember when we were twenty? Thirty-year-olds seemed ANCIENT. Do I need to remind you that we are turning forty this year?"
"No, Sarah, listen, this would be so good for us, so good for you! They're hot! They look like college athletes. Come on, let's go have some fun!"
"They were bragging about how many times they got women off, Amber. From fucking. Alone. What do you want to bet that those girls were faking it for the life of them? Those guys wouldn't know what to do with us. They have probably had a lot of very mediocre sex that they think was amazing, and that hasn't ever satisfied a single woman." Sarah said.
Amber's eyes lit up and Sarah groaned.
"Yes, we are turning forty this year. And when we were dumb twenty-somethings we married dumb twenty-somethings who didn't know how to make us cum. But here we are now, older and wiser, and much better in bed. We are in Cabo, celebrating your divorce, three years after mine, and we deserve to have some fun!"
Sarah could see that Amber was getting herself hyped up. They had both been wing-women for each other since their freshman year of college; it was no surprise that she wanted to help Sarah get laid. When she got that look in her eyes, though, it was unlikely anything was going to get in the way of whatever scheme she was cooking up.
"We have the chance to do some real good in this world, Sarah. Come on, we could go teach those idiots a thing or two and make the world a better place for all the women in their future! No, for all woman kind!" Amber delivered this like she was giving a speech to become the president or something.
"I don't think they are going to want us! We. Are. Old!" Sarah protested.
Amber laughed. "Babe, no, we are fucking hot. Look" steering Sarah by her shoulders to a large mirror on the wall Amber pushed her tits together and made a kissy face. Sarah laughed.
"No, listen" Amber said more seriously "your asshole ex made you think you weren't hot. But don't let his cheating bullshit fool you, you are hot shit. No, really, look at us."
Sarah looked in the mirror and, after a moment, said, "OK, maybe you have a point."
They both had killer bodies in opposite ways. Sarah's long dark hair, perky tits, and tall lean athletic build had always made a striking contrast with Amber's dirty blond curls, pouty lips, and shorter curvy-as-hell hour-glass figure. "But only if they are old enough! I'm not messing with teenagers."
Amber squealed, clapping her hands. "Ok, put on your sluttiest bathing suit, the one we bought last week, and let's go have some fun."
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Carter and Ethan were chilling in the hot tub (five feet apart cuz they aren't gay) bullshitting when they heard the clank of the pool gate. They turned to see who had joined them and when they did Carter hit the water to splash lightly onto Ethan, whispering through his teeth "holy shit."
Two women were walking into the pool area, staring directly at them, in skimpy little suits. It was hard to tell how old they were, but they were women, not girls. They were older than the girls they hooked up with at school but younger than their moms. A mystery. They were mesmerizing as they walked over; neither of the young men could drag their eyes away from the gentle sway and jiggle of their breasts as they walked.