I took a big gulp of water from the wet plastic bottle, and set it back down in the cup holder of my lawn chair. The hot sun was beating down, slowly cooking my legs and bare chest, and the sound of quiet voices passing by was lulling me to sleep.
"You look awfully cute in that straw hat Bobby," a familiar female voice said.
I opened my eyes and saw Patty, a fellow member of a local car club I'm a part of. She and her husband Bill have a nice '89 Mazda Miata, and mine's a '90 with suspension upgrades, fat tires, a roll bar, and other 'go fast' goodies. It's a local Miata club that I joined a few months ago, and some of us were spending this beautiful hot summer day at a big car show on the grassy field of the local fairgrounds.
"Patty! I didn't see you guys come in," I said.
"We got a late start, so we're down the row a ways from the rest of you guys," she said. "I see Carrie's and Jenny's cars. Anybody else come out today?"
"No, I think just the four of us today from our little club," I said. "Good turnout in general though — there must be six or seven hundred cars here."
"Yeah, a lot of oldies and street rods," she said. "I'm gonna go find Bill and check it all out. Wanna come?"
"I just had a long walk around, but I'll take any excuse to walk behind you in those shorts for a while," I said with a wink.
"Naughty!" Patty said flirtatiously, and she walked off in front of me with an exaggerated wiggle. She looked back and giggled as I jumped up out of my chair and followed.
Patty was a cutie, and often flirtatious, even when her husband Bill was around. He never seemed to mind, and often encouraged it, which made me wonder what kind of marriage and sex life they had. She seemed like the kind of woman who would be great in bed, and she always left me wishing I could find a woman just like her. I was fifty years old, five years into a divorced and 'single again' life, and more often than not resigned to the fact that finding someone like her probably wasn't gonna happen.
Actually, dating was one of the reasons I joined the club. Miatas have a reputation as a 'chick car,' at least here in the States, and after I bought mine I heard through the grapevine that the car club had a lot of single women in it, which is unusual. I'm not really a 'club' kinda guy — I've owned old British sports cars most of my life and never joined the club or took them to shows — but in a moment of weakness, and with the prospect of meeting some women, I joined, and it's been nothing but fun ever since. There are indeed quite a few single women members, and the rest are married couples and me. I guess all the single guys are out driving their Corvettes and proving their manhood. Whatever.
We gathered up Bill and Carrie and Jenny, and we walked the grounds looking at all the cool cars. Carrie and Jenny were no slouches in the ass department either, and Bill and I walked behind the three lovely ladies the whole way around. At the far end of the field we sat at a picnic table under a big umbrella and ate hotdogs and french fries.
"So Patty and I were thinking of trying to put together a road trip weekend for the club," Bill said as we relaxed in the shade and sipped lemonade. "You three are the most likely to join in to special events, so I thought I'd bring it up today and give you a heads-up before I talk about it at the next meeting. We're thinking Green Mountains maybe? There's a new resort up there that's got some good deals to encourage people to try it. They've probably got a nice hot tub."
"Oo la la!" Patty said with a sexy smile.
"I'm afraid I won't be responsible for my actions if I'm in a hot tub with you three ladies," I said.
"I certainly hope not," Patty said flirtatiously, and Carrie and Jenny laughed nervously.
I'd noticed on numerous occasions they both seemed to envy Patty's easy flirtatious manner. I wouldn't go so far as to call them uptight, but neither of them was flirtatious or openly sexual in any way. They dressed rather conservatively, and never talked of dating even though I knew they were both single. They were both cute though, and I had often thought about asking them out on a date, but I got stuck in the mental trap of not knowing which one to ask out and wondering if I'd hurt the feelings of the other one, so I thought I'd get to know them both better and let things play out naturally.
As we finished our lemonades we all agreed that a road trip to the mountains would be fun, and we'd sort out a good weekend for the five of us before Bill brought the idea to the club meeting. As we walked away from the table Patty whispered in the other girls ears and they all put an exaggeration in their ass wiggle.
"Those rear ends look like they'll take some torque, huh Bobby?" Bill said to me as we walked behind them.
"Sure do. Limited slip do you think?" I asked.
"I think they're the standard kind. Slipping's half the fun anyways, don't you think?"
"Absolutely," I said. "Beautiful bumpers on 'em too."
The girls all giggled, and Carrie and Jenny blushed crimson red.
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Two months later, on a sunny Friday morning at the peak of fall foliage season, a convoy of four Miatas was on the road heading for the Green Mountains. Two other couples wanted to join us, but the scheduling was bad for one of them, and the others backed out at the last minute due to a medical emergency. We promised them we'd do it again in the spring if we liked the resort.
I had wondered if Carrie or Jenny would bring a date or a friend, but they were both stag, as was I. It was just as well — the five of us got along wonderfully and we all knew it would be a fun weekend.
We stopped at a roadside diner for lunch, and Patty wasted no time with the flirting.
"So Bill and I splurged and got a big suite," she said. "The pictures look amazing — it's got a private hot tub on a balcony overlooking the mountains. They told me it's big enough for six people..."
"I saw that suite on their website," I said. "You guys are livin' large this weekend."
"We thought it would be nicer than a public hot tub," Bill said. "Strangers can be fun, but close friends are better."
I was definitely getting a vibe of 'open marriage togetherness' from Bill and Patty. I wasn't quite sure what to say, and Carrie and Jenny were both silent as well. After an awkward pause we talked cars and laughed through the rest of lunch. We decided to get off the highway and take back roads the last hundred miles, which was a great decision. It had warmed up enough to put the tops down, and the drive was spectacular, with stops at scenic overlooks and a short side trip to a beautiful waterfall. We arrived at the resort all smiles.
"I think that's the nicest drive I've ever been on," Jenny said.
"It's so beautiful up here. And this place looks awesome!" Carrie said as we walked in to register.
The resort was first class, and our rooms were perfect, all close together on the same hallway, with beautiful views of the mountains.
"Happy hour at six in our room, dinner at eight downstairs?" Patty asked, and we all went to our rooms to clean up.
Knowing it was a nice resort I brought good clothes, and I'm glad I did. The girls, it turned out, had conspired and decided to dress up for the evenings.
"Wow!" I said when I saw Carrie and Jenny in the hallway. "For a couple of car girls you clean up nice!"
They both had on little cocktail dresses — Carrie's black and Jenny's dark red — and stockings and high heels. Their formerly windblown hair was brushed and fluffed, and for the first time since I had known them they had noticeable makeup on.
"Holy cow!" I said, somewhat stunned by their sexy eyes when my gaze made it up that far.
"Not to bad yourself," Carrie said to me with a smile.
"I guess our little shopping trip was worth it," Jenny said, clearly pleased at the effect they were having on me.
Patty heard us and opened her door to usher us in. She was in a short green halter top dress, completely backless down to the crack of her sweet ass. All three of the girls are no slouches in the bosom department either, and the cleavage Gods smiled on Bill and me that evening.
Before we left home Bill had asked what all out drink preferences were, and he brought two cases of booze bottles with him from home and set up a bar on the kitchenette counter. The cocktails, and the laughter, flowed freely, and dinner in the resort's dinning room was exceptional.
"I don't know about the rest of you," I said as we finished our dessert of chocolate soufflé and coffee, "but I feel so lucky and privileged to be in such a place with such nice folks."
"Yup, we're a lucky bunch," Patty said. "Let's go see what the nighttime view looks like from the hot tub."
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"Well, this is a night full of firsts," I said as Carrie and Jenny stood before me in bikinis in Patty and Bill's suite. "First time seeing you all dressed to the nines, first time seeing you in bathing suits... would someone please tell me why I haven't asked you girls out on a date yet?"
"We've been wondering the same thing," Carrie said. "At first we thought you might be gay, but that was just for the first month or so."
"I guess we don't exactly put out a 'please date me' vibe," Jenny said. "I'm shy, and it's hard for me to loosen up. This is the first place we've been with you where there's been any alcohol to help out," she laughed. "Bill's drinks are certainly doing the trick." Right on que Bill put a drink in her hand, and she laughed again with a distinct twinkle in her eye as she looked at me.
"Woo, that's a strong one," Carrie said as Bill handed her a drink over by the bar. "So nice to not have to worry about driving," she said, and she took a big gulp.
