"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.
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.
