Randy turned his lounge chair a little to the right to face the sun and sat down. He plugged in his mp3 player ear pieces and turned on a mellow mix of old hits from Jimmy Buffet, The Eagles and others. He kept the back of the chair up about halfway so he could reach and drink his margarita without problem. "Another day in paradise," he laughed to himself. Of course compared to blustery Chicago, this Arizona desert resort really was paradise in winter and he had a whole 'nother week before he had to return from vacation.
After five minutes though he was thinking he should have brought a book or magazine down to the pool with him, he wasn't used to just sitting and doing nothing. Then his mounting boredom was abruptly pushed aside. Across the corner of the pool a swimsuit model stopped at a sunchair directly in front of him. Of course he didn't know if she was really a model, but the way she wore the tiny bikini showed she had all the qualifications. When she bent over to arrange her towel on the chair her tight little ass was pointing right back at him and his jaw dropped. Being an older man he caught his gaffe and snapped his jaw shut. Twenty years before he probably would have been drooling on his chest.
The girl turned back toward him and Randy gave thanks that he had on such large, dark sunglasses so she couldn't see his staring eyes. He figured she was 20 at the most, tall and slender with small, firm breasts and long, toned legs. She gracefully eased herself down onto her deckchair, laying flat on her back. Randy took a sip from his margarita, giving silent toasts to the vacation Gods who'd laid this vision in front of him.
He nearly coughed the cold drink up when the vision got even better. Another beauty stopped alongside the first and they started talking -- Randy couldn't hear, but could see their enticing lips moving. The second girl had shoulder-length brown hair while the first one had a short blonde 'do and he immediately labeled them Brownie and Blondie.
Brownie was shorter and rounder -- not fat, but softer and more curved than Blondie. The small white bikini top left much of her dark skinned melons exposed.
Randy took a long pull on his drink, turning the glass to get some of the salt from the rim. He imagined that's what the girls' breasts would taste like as he licked them after a day in the desert sun. He groaned in his head, took a gulp of icy slush and held it in his mouth to cool down his thoughts.
The gods proved just how much they favored the middle-aged Chicago businessman when Brownie sat on the edge of the chair next to Blondie. The blonde picked up a bottle of tanning oil from a table on her other side, handed it to Brownie and rolled over onto her stomach. The brunette leaned forward to untie Blondie's top while her own small bikini strained to keep her big tits from falling out.
Brownie squirted oil into her hand and smeared it over Blondie's back, spreading it evenly from shoulder to hips. More oil went into her palm and was spread up and down Blondie's long legs until the tall beauty was fully greased for the sun. Then the curvy brunette shifted back to her left and squirted more oil directly onto the blonde's back. This time instead of just spreading it around she started massaging it into her friend's strong back and out onto her arms. When Brownie's hands moved down the sides of Blondie's chest Randy could have sworn the dark haired girl actually pushed underneath Blondie's body, massaging her tits. No, he thought, it was just his overactive imagination making the situation even sexier than it was.
Brownie gave Blondie a short, but thorough massage on her upper body then slid to the end of the lounge chair so she could go to work on those beautiful legs. Randy thought how much they looked like his wife's, long and athletic. Brownie started at the feet and Randy could practically feel the relaxation and pleasure flowing through Blondie from the kneading fingers. Back and forth from Blondie's right leg to her left, Brownie worked up the calves to the tall girl's long thighs.
When Randy thought he'd seen the shorter girl rubbing the other's breasts he'd dismissed it as his imagination, but there was no doubt now that Brownie's fingers really were reaching under Blondie's bikini bottom and rubbing that hot ass. He mentally cheered her on, hoping they wouldn't notice their audience, or even better, that they didn't care.
Yes! The gods were most definitely looking out for him today. He thanked Apollo or Zeus or whomever was the horniest of the old Greek gods as he breathlessly watched Brownie slide her fingers under the stretchy material to the blonde's cunny. He grabbed his margarita with shaking fingers and drank slowly, double-checking his vision. Yes, Brownie was definitely finger-fucking Blondie; how fucking hot was this show?
What Randy forgot was that the old Olympians were fickle and would quickly turn on one who thought he was their favorite, setting the hero up high so his eventual fall from grace would be that much further.
"See something you like, stud?" Randy's wife Ann was standing by his shoulder.
"Shit!" he exclaimed as he jumped and spilled cold tequila on his bare chest, where it ran down in a quick line to his crotch.
"That's probably a good idea, poor some ice on that old dog before he comes running out and trying to play. It's a good thing I came over before you decided to go introduce yourself to those young sluts."
Randy mopped himself off with his towel and then left it covering his crotch, he really had been starting to swell in his bathing trunks from watching the girls. "Baby," he stammered, "you startled me. What are you talking about? I was just sitting here; I wasn't doing anything. Really." Even to his ears it sounded lame.
"The hell you weren't," she snapped back. "I've been watching you the last five minutes and I saw that bulge in your trunks. I swear to God, I think you were getting ready to flash them; a little 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'."
"Ann, come on, you know I wouldn't do that. Alright, you caught me gawking, but I was just sitting here minding my own business when they started their little show. I just got caught up in it - like watching a video."
"And if I hadn't been with you on this trip, what then? Would you have been such an innocent bystander then? I doubt it. You'd have sat here on this chair with a raging hard-on until they invited you over or someone else called the manager about a dirty old man at the pool." She turned and stamped back toward the hotel.
Randy jumped up, wrapped the towel around his waist and hurried after her. "Baby, wait." Her elevator's doors closed in his face and he had to wait for another car.
He let himself into their room, calling out, "Ann, where are you, baby? C'mon, talk to me. I'm sorry, baby, really I was just looking; it never even entered my mind to talk to them or anything. Really!"
Ann stepped out of the bedroom. "I'm supposed to believe that if I hadn't been there you would have been able to resist trying to flirt -- or more -- with those girls?"
"Of course, I would. Really, they caught me completely by surprise; it was just like watching one of our sex videos. Sure, it was hot and I got excited, but it wasn't like it was real -- it was just a show. Please, Ann, you know how much I love you and that I'd never cheat on you."
"But this wasn't a movie, those girls were only 10 yards away from you and I think they were trying to catch your attention. I think that if they'd invited you over for a chat and a drink you wouldn't have been able to resist."
"I swear, I could have been sitting naked in the sauna with them and I wouldn't have done a damn thing even if they offered it. I don't need another woman, I have you and that's enough for me, I mean, you're the only one I need."
"You're saying that if those girls were standing here now instead of me and asking you to join them in the bedroom you would say, no?"
"Absolutely," Randy declared. "Unless of course you told me I could go," he laughed, trying to lighten the tension. Of course it was a stupid thing to say and backfired.
With the tightness back in her voice Ann answered, "Wouldn't you just love that? I'm enough for you, huh? Unless you can get two teeny-boppers between the sheets."
"No, no, it was just a joke. Please..."
"That's enough, don't say anymore."
