When I purchased a drone, I was just expecting its camera would offer some exciting landscapes, as I flew it above my neighborhood. But life is a series of choices, and each decision we make leads to consequences. How could I know that a harmless drone flight would lead me to the most exciting sexual experience of my life.
One of the neat capabilities of the drone is that its camera has a telephoto lens. Flying high and quietly in the sky, the drone can send a video feed back to a handheld device. I was flying it in my suburban community one July afternoon, when I spotted a secluded house with a pool, surrounded by trees. It was in the ritzy, moneyed part of town, of large homes with land and privacy. An attractive woman was sunbathing topless beside the pool. I zoomed in to see that she had large, well-proportioned breasts, tanned like the rest of her slim body. A lovely sight. She wore big yellow sunglasses and had a stylish red hat shielding her face. I watched her for a while, enjoying her beauty, when she was joined by another pretty woman of about the same build, probably also in her late 20's. She was dressed in a bikini. She leaned down beside the pool and dipped her hand into the water, I guess testing it for warmth. Then she stood up, unhooked the bikini top, slide down the bottom, and dived nude into the pool. She swam laps, then pulled herself out. Still nude, she lay next to the other woman to sunbathe.
The sight of these two beauties, one nude, the other topless, was very stimulating. I soaked up their beauty. But after I watched for a while, I moved on. I mean, I'm not a pervert.
I didn't think much of it until a few days later, when a woman walked into the liquor store where I am an assistant manager. She was dressed nicely in a blouse and slacks, and I wouldn't have recognized her except for the yellow sunglasses and the distinctive red hat. She was buying a ton of alcoholic beverages and mixers.
"Looks like you're having a party," I said amiably.
"Yes. It's ten years since our graduation, and this Saturday is a reunion of my college sorority sisters. They're a wild bunch, and like to drink."
"Sounds lovely," I said. "The weather is supposed to be wonderful Saturday."
"Yes," she replied. "Perfect for a pool party."
I wanted to continue talking with her, so I made a suggestion. "Perhaps you'd like to take one of our classes on mixology. We teach how to make some exotic drinks. We even train bartenders here."
She perked up. "Oh, I'd love to treat the girls to some unusual drinks! But I don't want to be tied to the bar all night. Do you know of a skilled bartender I could hire?"
I was still remembering the sight of those beautiful unclad bodies around the pool. And envisioning the prospect of more of them. So I told a white lie. While I know my product, I've never worked as a bartender.
"Actually, I moonlight on days off as a bartender. I'm off this Saturday."
"Fantastic," she said. "This is a great idea. The girls will love that. Let's do it."
Thus it was that on Saturday I was at her house (her name is Emma), for my first ever gig as a bartender, dressed professionally in a jacket and tie. There were about 25 women around the pool.
The bar was set up near the house, but with a clear view of the pool area.
As the day wore on, and the drinks flowed, some of the girls shed their bikini tops. They did not seem inhibited by me, the only male in the place. I sort of faded into the background, like how people with servants forget that the servants can still see and hear. Emma and her friend Rachel (she was the second woman I had seen) swam in the nude, as did a number of the other women. It was a beautiful view and I had to remind myself that I was there to mix drinks.
The get-together was not entirely social; there was an auction to raise funds for the sorority. Emma had several gift baskets and sorority memorabilia that the ladies could bid on, and there was a live auction of several items. One woman had donated a week at her beach house; another auctioned off a lovely painting (she was a known artist); one woman who was a masseuse auctioned off a massage. The bidding was lively, and I believe that my potent alcoholic drinks had something to do with it. The women were becoming rowdy.
Emma approached me.
"Brad, I have an idea. A few of the girls think that you are a hot item. Would you be willing to let me auction you off, for a date night with one of them?"
"What?" I stammered.
"It would be great fun. You're a good looking guy, with a nice build. Some of the girls would love to get to know you better. Just for today. A good time before they return to their boyfriends and husbands."
"Do you mean sex?" I asked, a little naively.
Emma smiled. "I guess that is what I'm saying. I haven't shocked you, have I? You're not a virgin, are you?"
"Er, no. What would I have to do?"
"Well," she laughed. "I think that would be between you and the winner."
"Would the act take place in front of everyone?" I was having fantasies.
