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Mickey And Kate Ch 12

Mickey And Kate Ch 12

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"Is this seat taken?"

Kate woke from her daydream and looked up to see the woman who had startled her.

"No, help yourself," she said as she squinted into the sun. The woman was only a silhouette until she sat in the seat Mickey had occupied only a few minutes ago.

Kate's heart nearly stopped when she recognized her new table guest.

"I'm Jane. We never had a chance to formally introduce ourselves last night." The woman's smile was broad and friendly. And she waited patiently, salting her eggs, for Kate's response.

"Um, Kate. Sorry. I'm Kate." Her cheeks were flushed as she managed a simple introduction.

"It's nice to meet you," Jane replied, toying with a piece of bacon. She studied her new friend briefly before adding, "Would it be more comfortable for you if I ate somewhere else?"

"No," Kate protested. "That would be silly. There's no need for that. In fact, I should be going. My husband just left for the golf course, and I was just enjoying the morning. I can get out of your way."

She began to reach for her bag.

"Oh, I hate to hear that," Jane said. "I was looking forward to the company. My husband doesn't play golf, but someone told him about some tennis courts not far from here. He'll be gone all morning. Besides, I was kind of hoping we might have a chance to talk. I was surprised to see you here, honestly. And when I did, I thought, 'Leave her alone, she doesn't want to be bothered, but then I thought, "What's the worst that can happen? Maybe we'll hit it off. Or maybe she'll run away from me, but we won't know unless we try.' Right? So here I am."

Jane's words tumbled out of her like coffee beans spilling across a countertop. There was something disarming about her. She was beautiful. Shoulder-length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. An angular face with cheekbones that looked like they had been sculpted, green eyes, a hint of freckles, and a long, lithe body that could have belonged to a dancer.

"I guess I can stay for a few minutes." Kate grasped for something to talk about. "So where are you from? Is this your first time here?"

"Pennsylvania. Bucks County. And this is our third time here. You?"

"Vermont. And it's our third time, too." Kate knew that it was her turn to fuel the conversation, but Jane carried on for her.

"We normally come earlier in the year, so that's probably why we haven't met. We've made some great friends here in the past, but they all come down in the spring." Jane sipped her mimosa, then shrugged. "So I guess we'll just make some new friends this time!" she said with a smile.

Again, all those real estate sales seminars about small talk and building rapport were failing Kate now. She couldn't make herself think of a single thing to say. She didn't need to worry. Jane was more than capable of filling the silence.

"And it looks like you two know how to have a good time!" she continued with a conspiratorial grin. My husband spotted you the minute we walked into the place last night. That's why I had to come and 'say hello' on the dance floor."

Kate felt her pulse quicken as she remembered the woman's hands cupping her breasts last night.

"And when I saw you in the bathroom, I hoped you might stay a little longer."

The knot in Kate's throat tightened. "Um, yeah," she stumbled. "It... uh... looked like you were having fun."

She had gone into the restroom to compose herself after being fondled by the three strangers. She was frightened at how aroused they had made her. Had the song lasted any longer, she probably would have been thrown out of the club. As she groped the three men, she was surprised to find one with an open fly, but rather than pull away when she felt his warm skin, she tugged it gently and - to her delight - felt it respond to her touch. She was trying to release it when the song ended and she suddenly felt very exposed.

She knew the bathroom would give her a safe space to button up, breathe deeply, and reset herself before finding Mickey. Instead, as she turned into an open stall, she was met with the sight of her new tablemate, seated on the toilet, with a man's dick in her mouth. It was the muscular Hispanic man, and his wife was on her knees with her face in Jane's crotch. She stopped sucking long enough to turn and smile and Kate.

"I'll share," she said, pointing the erect member at Kate.

The man smiled and his wife turned around long enough to see who was there before she went back to work on Jane's pussy.

Kate's brain screamed for her to run, but her feet - and her eyes - had no intention of leaving. She was surprised at her reaction to the scene. She had never considered another woman, even when she and Mickey read about such encounters in the erotica they had discovered. She envied the woman in the middle; her blouse open, breasts exposed, legs spread wide, giving pleasure to a man while others could openly stare at her. She thought of the men who had stared at her, and the two at the beach who witnessed her most depraved act yet, and her pussy throbbed.

She was surprised by the jolt that suddenly surged from her pussy to the rest of her body until she realized that her own hand had pulled her skirt up so that she could touch herself. Both Jane and the man focused on her groin, and she thrust herself toward them. The man extended his hand, and as he did, his wife turned on her knees, beginning to face Kate.

Just that quickly she snapped out of her state and spun on her heel, tugging her skirt into place and pulling a button closed as she rushed through the bathroom door to find her husband.

Kate realized Jane was still talking.

"We eventually wound up at their place at that new hotel. They were fun, but I really liked it better back at the club. What can I say? I like an audience," she giggled. She stopped talking, but the silence lasted only a second before she leaned across the table, grinning.

"So, tell me, other than black guys mauling you on the dance floor and watching people fuck in bathrooms, what are you into?"

Kate laughed out loud. "You know what, Jane? If I let myself. I think I could really like you."

Jane looked insulted. "What...?"

Kate interrupted her with a wave of her hand. "That sounded terrible, and that's not what I mean. Let me explain."

Kate shared her story for the next ten minutes--everything except Mickey's profession.

"So we're kind of feeling our way through things."

"Literally," Jane interrupted with a smile.

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Kate laughed. "Want to go somewhere more comfortable?"

"Are you trying to seduce me," Jane asked with a grin. "Cuz it's totally working."

Kate felt herself blush. "No!" She shook her head. "I was just thinking that maybe we'd be more comfortable somewhere a little more private. Our room? We have a hot tub."

"Yet you say you're not trying to seduce me," Jane raised her eyebrows. "I'm teasing, of course. And a hot tub sounds great!"

Ten minutes later, Kate stepped out of her bathroom to see Jane already in the tub. She was only mildly surprised to see that she was naked.

"A bathing suit? Really?" Jane asked. "I hope you're not wearing that for my sake. I mean, you look great in it, but... You're on vacation!"

Kate paused for a second before reaching behind her back and pulling the string, letting the small top fall away. She immediately felt self-conscious.

"Wow. I knew they would be amazing! You are beautiful!"

"Thank you," Kate blushed as she slipped into the warm water.

"God, I wish I had big boobs," Jane said as she mindlessly covered her firm tits with her open hands as she spoke. "I mean, they just look better, right? And clothes look better when they're filled in, don't you think? And, I don't know, I've always thought that bigger tits must be more sensitive. Is that true? I mean, my nipples are super sensitive, but I met this girl on a cruise who had tits like yours. Big and full and fucking gorgeous and she would come just from having them touched. I mean not right, away, you know, but with just a little attention. Are yours like that?"

The silence almost surprised Kate and it took a beat for her to realize that she had just been asked a question.

"Um, I don't know. They're sensitive, but I don't think just touching them would be enough to get me there."

"Are you bi?" Jane asked as she studied her long body under the water.

"Bi?" Kate asked. She knew what she meant, but she was taken aback by the question.

"Girls. Are you into girls? I'm not trying to hit on you," Jane shrugged. "Just curious."

"Um, no. I like, you know, um... just normal stuff. Guys. You know."

She was frustrated at how difficult it was to respond to Jane. Something about her made her tense and a little nervous. But she liked her even though she couldn't quite identify the way she made her feel.

"Normal, huh?" Jane grinned. "Strangers touching you, showing off those amazing tits on the dancefloor. Pushing that pussy right at me last night. I like your definition of normal," she laughed.

There was something disarming about Jane. She was so frank, but at the same time, there was a lightness to her. Kate had to keep herself from staring at her. Even though she didn't know exactly what she was looking for, she found it hard to turn away. The woman was beautiful, and her eyes captivated Kate. There was an expression that fell across her face now and then as she looked at Kate that made Kate's muscles tighten and nearly took her breath away. If she didn't know better, she might have thought that she was infatuated with another woman.

"So, what do you say?" Jane paused. Only then did Kate realize that she had never stopped speaking.

"Um." Kate had no idea what she was talking about.

"Never mind," Jane said as she stood and made her way to the tub steps. "I'm thirsty so I'm going to order them. If you don't want any, that's just more for me! Be right back!"

Kate watched as she moved across the patio and into the room. The woman had the balance and grace of a dancer. Her limbs were lean and toned, and gravity held no sway over her. She spent a minute on the phone before walking - naked - to the front door of the suite, then returned to the tub.

"I think a pitcher of Mimosas is just what the doctor ordered! They'll be here in a few minutes. Don't worry, I charged them my room," Jane said as she dropped into the water across from Kate. "Now, tell me more about being normal. I especially need some details on the way you normally fuck a black man on a picnic table while strangers watch!"

"It still seems unreal," Kate admitted. "That's not like me. Well, not like I usually am."

"What isn't? The black guy, or the audience?

"None of it. We're very 'normal' at home. Just me and Mickey in our bedroom. But here we get to go a little wild I guess. What about you? Do you do this at home?

Jane nodded. "Yeah, we do. I've sort of been a wild child all my life. Life's too short, and all that. I met Nicky at a party and we just clicked. He was into the same stuff. In fact, I fucked him and his date before I even knew his name. The next time I saw him he was with a different girl. We exchanged numbers that night and have been together ever since. That was 15 years ago. You?"

"Oh, wow! No," Kate shook her head. "Our story is completely different, like I told you."

"So the driver was your first. Other than your husband."

Kate nodded.

"That's fucking hot! Are you going to look for somebody when you get back to the States?"

"Oh no. Absolutely not." Kate shook her head. "This is where we come for that kind of thing."

"Well, I'll just tell you, once you start, it's hard to stop."

"Hello?"

The voice came from deep inside the room.

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"Out here," Jane yelled. "In the hot tub."

Kate waited for her friend to cover up or try to slide deeper into the water. But she actually stood as a black porter, carrying a tray with a pitcher and two glasses stepped out into the sunlight.

"Miss Jane!" he smiled broadly. "I didn't know you were here this week."

Jane squealed at the sight of the man, then leaned across the edge of the tub to hug him after he set the tray on the ledge.

"Sorry, I got you all wet. Am I going to be able to see you this week?" she smiled.

"Oh, no. I am sorry. I cannot," the man said as he lifted his left hand into the air, displaying a wedding band."

"Look," Jane matched his gesture, "I have one, too!" She grinned impishly as she flirted with the man.

"Yes, but my wife is not as understanding as your husband. We'll just have to live with our memories!"

Jane signed for the drinks, assuring herself that the bill would charged to her room, and then kissed the man on the cheek before he left.

"That was a nice surprise," she said, pouring a drink and handing it to Kate. "He has a massive cock! If he decides that he wants to play after all, you should definitely get in line!" Jane returned to her seat, sipped her drink, and breathed deeply.

Kate gulped at her drink, surprised by her new friend's candor.

"You know," Jane mused, "there's a good chance that he was on the other side of that patio fence when you listened to that other couple."

"Really?" Kate's heart raced. Then she shook her head. "I doubt it. I know he wasn't the second guy." She let her thoughts carry her back to that night, envisioning the porter using his "massive cock" on her neighbor. She shook herself out of her daydream as Jane chatted.

"So only here," she continued. "Have you thought about other places? Like a club in Europe, or a resort for open-minded people? We love to cruise. They are the best way to just let loose and explore new things."

"Um, we've thought about taking a cruise sometime, but I wouldn't have thought that you would, well... you know. I mean, how do find other people to..." Kate struggled to find words.

"We go on cruises for lifestyle couples," Jane explained flatly. "Just you and a few thousand other people that want to fuck! You would love it! Especially if you're into black guys."

Kate didn't consider herself to be "into" anything or anyone in particular, but she didn't get a chance to say so.

"On two of the cruises, they had rooms set up for that. I think they may have even hired guys to come for that reason. Ha," she snorted at her observation. "They probably weren't hired. They would have paid good money for the chance to get on a ship with a bunch of horny women with a taste for that, don't you think?

Before Kate could answer, Jane rolled on with her story. "They put it in the ship's library, of all places. Had it all set up with beds. We went in to check it out. Mostly curious, you know, just wanting to see what it was. And there were probably 12 guys sitting around at the end of the room. All of them were fucking hot! Two of the beds were taken. One woman was getting hammered by this big muscular guy, like a wrestler or football player. She was on her back and he had her feet up over her head, so far back that her ass was off the bed, and was just pounding away, sweat dripping, she's begging him to do it harder. Another was on her knees with a lean dude with the longest dick I've ever seen pumping in and out of her. I don't know how she took it."

Kate immediately felt Ronny's dick filling her from behind.

"There was another guy on his knees in front of her, fucking her mouth. And she was gobbling it up. She had to be like sixty or something, but damn did she love it!

Kate nodded, her breath was shallow.

"And I know what you're wondering, and yes I did. We watched the two women for a long time, but eventually, I had to get some, so I went to the end of the room where the others were waiting and picked three of them. I just dropped my knees in front of them and they dropped the towels they were wrapped in. One was already stiff, and the other two weren't far from it. I lost track of NIcky. I knew he was somewhere in the room, but all I could think about were those three dicks. Have you ever had more than one? Oh no, I remember. You gotta try it. I just kind of moved from one to the other. I love that. The differences, you know? They all respond differently, smell different, different sizes. Pretty soon they were all hard, one was oozing precum and I thought maybe he was gonna lose it in my mouth, but all of a sudden he leans over and pics me up and carries me over to a bed. I was sort of in control when I was blowing them, but when I hit that bed I was like their fucking toy. They just push and pull me from one position to the next. At a point, I lost track of who was fucking me. I didn't care. I think maybe some of the other guys might have even had a turn. I kinda rolled from one orgasm into the next. I think Nicky said they fucked me for more than an hour. It was hot. People watching, other women getting fucked. I could have gone back there every day of the cruise."

"Why didn't you?" Kate asked, her mouth dry.

"I wanted Nicky to have some fun, too. I don't think he gets off on watching as much as your guy does. And there was plenty of other stuff to do, believe me. We've learned a few new kinks about ourselves every time."

"Kinks?" Kate was dying to learn more. She resisted the urge to pump Jane for too much information too quickly, afraid that she might send the wrong signal. But she was eager to hear everything this woman was willing to tell her.

"You know, crazy little things that turn you on. Last year we hung out around the pool all afternoon. They have classes and workshops and stuff during the day, but the pool is like one big naked party and you meet a lot of people. It was one of the first days and Nicky noticed this tiny blonde with fake tits near us with this older guy. I mean, she was like 22 and he was at least 70. I don't judge. To each their own, right? But you couldn't help but notice them."

"At some point, she slips off to the little girls' room or somewhere and Nicky starts chatting up the old man. He comes back over after a little while with this stupid grin on his face. I figured he said something dumb to the guy, but I was wrong. He tells me to get up because we're gonna take a shower and meet this couple in their suite."

"Well, I tell him there's no way I'm gonna fuck the old guy and he tells me the guy is not into that. He wants to watch Nicky fuck his girl. In fact, he tells me, the old guy is hoping that I'll fuck her too. Well, why not? So we get cleaned up go up to this massive suite and play with this girl for most of the afternoon. The old dude just watches"

Jane paused for a minute, thinking, and then continued. "Actually that's not true. When we started he was directing it like it was a movie or something. But the more his girl got into it, the quieter he got. Nicky told me later he got off on that. That he was able to make the girl get into it so much that her man finally got quiet. I don't know, some kind of domination thing I guess. So we spent the rest of the week looking for girls that we could party with while her husband watched. You'd be surprised how many guys are into it."

So Mickey's not that different than others, " Kate said.

"Well," Jane smiled. "We've all got our kinks"

An hour later, the pitcher was empty, the sun was high and Jane was standing on the patio, stretched to the sky, allowing the warmth to dry her lean body. Kate was drawn to the curve of her ass, and the flexing of her thigh muscles as she sensuously sighed in the warmth of the sunlight. She had never noticed a woman before. Not like this.

"We should have dinner one night. All four of us," she suggested as she examined her forearms for signs of sunburn.

"Uh, yeah, that would be nice." Kate was struggling to find her words again.

"We can't tonight. We have plans. Hopefully, I'll have a great story for you tomorrow, but we'll have to wait and see. And if you're up for it, maybe we can hit that club or another one we know after dinner. Who knows, maybe by then you two will come to play with me in the bathroom," she winked.

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