The story of two neighbors and their friendship. There are scenes of one-on-one romantic sex (MF), group sex and bisexual sex (MM and FF). If this is not your thing, move on. Otherwise, enjoy, comment and vote.
This story took a while. It has a lot of exposition leading to the next chapter. Hang in.
The next few stories could take some time as we had a covid scare. We're better now.
Several days passed since we attended Ruby's party. Sam could not stop talking about it. All sorts of images rolled through my head, too, and I intended to get those ideas on paper. We discussed what went on and how we felt about it. Sam was curious about how anal sex feels however; we did not act upon it. Yet.
A few days later, Ella called and asked if we would meet them for dinner at The Uptown Diner, now serving under Covid rules. We met them at seven.
"Are you two like us, still talking about the party?"
"I seem to talk about it a lot but good old Ray, he listens."
"I can't believe how free it was. No games, no attitudes...I thought it was amazing."
"Me neither," said Lou, "I sucked a cock! In public! I never ever thought that would happen."
"I give Ruby credit for creating such an open atmosphere. I've been to group sex parties and they were never as uninhibited as this was," I said.
"And Ray has even started to write about it, right, Ray?"
"I don't like to talk about a work-in-progress. Right now, I'm conveying those surrealistic scenes that were playing in my head. And they were very, very vivid."
"I can't wait to read it."
We came to dessert and they were still talking about the party. "But, you know," said Lou, "I agree with what you said, Ray. Smaller groups are better. More manageable. It is as if some people like to go to DisneyWorld all the time. I'm like, once, every twenty years."
"I hear that. We will have time for all that but right now, we're preoccupied. We have other things to do. We have much on our minds these days, like buying condos."
Sam explained where the condo was located and Ella said, "Oh, I know right where that is. That place is one of the best. Did you know that a lot of famous artists and creative people live there? It's very exclusive. Buy it. I want to come visit!" This made one hell of an impression on me.
"I'm going to change the subject," said Sam. "Have you ever been to a resort where nudity was permitted?"
Ella said, "You mean, like Sandals? A Caribbean resort? No, but we'd like to go sometime."
I answered, "Are you talking Mykonos or Santorini, Makena Beach on Maui? Smith Point, Fire Island, Haulover and Casperson? Been to 'em all. I've even been to Caliente."
Sam didn't like my sass but then thought about what I'd said and remarked, "A-ha, Mr. World Traveler, I bet they are all memorable, aren't they, braggart?"
"Some, more than others. Why, want to go somewhere?"
"It popped into my head. I'm thinking on it. I've never been to any of those places. I've never been on a nude beach. Hell, I've never skinny-dipped!"
"I promise you, Sam, that I will bust your cherry. I'll start thinking on it, too."
I don't think I ever saw her smile so wide. "Ooooh, I'm dreaming already!"
As we were finishing our coffee, Ella said, "So when are we going to play again?"
Sam said, "How about Saturday night at our place. Say sevenish. I'll order in Chinese."
"You know a good Chinese place?"
"Ray showed it to me. You just have to tell them how to cook it!" We laughed.
"Seriously," said Lou, "I like boneless spare-rips, pork lo-mein and egg foo yung."
"Don't worry; I'll take care of everything. You two just bring your next fantasy, okay?"
With that remark, we left the diner. That night, in bed, we snuggled. I didn't know how to bring up the subject so I just went for it. In soft cooing words, I said, "Sammy, I made my decision. I'm going to buy the attached unit." The words weren't even out of my mouth when she started to whoop and shout.
"Oh my God, that is so great. I am so happy, I can't even verbalize it."
"Yes. My idea is that we live in the big one and rent out the other. We pick the renters and we can maintain our privacy. When the prices start to skyrocket again, we sell and end up living in the big one for pennies. We're getting them below market already. How's that for a plan?"
"I like it. I like it a lot. I can't wait to tell Jane that we're going to pull the trigger. She'll be thrilled."
"I'll tell my accountant to get in touch with her and give her all the information she needs."
"You just don't know how happy I am."
We snuggled and made out until our mouths were sore. When we fell asleep, it was so peaceful and calm. I felt that I had taken a major step and I hoped that it would work. For once, my head felt clear.
We spent the next day doing all the things we needed to do. Also, I got some work done that took me several hours to complete. I didn't see Sam until close to dinnertime.
"I spoke to Jane and she went to work. We might even get the price down because we're buying both and because Jane drives a hard bargain. She's something else, I tell you. It could be wrapped up quickly and so we might be able to move in by October or November. We're going to have to do some furniture shopping..." She was thinking, "...maybe a bigger bed!"
"A California King? A Dux?"
"Yeah, a very, very good one. Oh, and I spoke to Merrilee today. Get this. She passed all her tests, got her license and immediately got hired and has to move away. She's leaving tomorrow for Atlanta, Emory University Hospital. She's got an Assistant Residency and she's thrilled. With the covid, she will go right to work. She promised that when she gets back here to visit her parents, she'll come and see us."
"That's great. Good for her. I hope she hooks up there."
"She sounded different. She was very confident and assured. She said that she feels different, too. I'm so glad that we helped her."
"Maybe we should put out a sign, "Sex Therapy - Free".
"Good idea!"
"I think I'll dream about our new house now." She burrowed into me and peacefully, we drifted off. Except for bathroom visits, we slept through the night and slept late into the morning. I saw that the time was nine fifteen and Sam was still in Slumberland. I knew that she wanted to visit the condo again so I slowly moved down the bed and began to snack on her labia. I gently slid my tongue up her slit burrowing into the lips. I did this a few times until she stretched. Then, I went deeper and pressed my tongue into her canal to drink her arousal. She was awake now and rolled onto her back. I took the opportunity to lightly rim her clit, now filling with blood and rising up under the hood. "Ummmm" was her reaction. I rimmed her clit again and she arched her butt up. I placed my hands under her tush and began to caress it. I was becoming a bit more forceful in my circuit from her vagina to her clit and she was becoming more responsive. She placed her hands on my head and held me there at her slit. She was starting to cum; I could feel her swell up, her labia pushing against my mouth. I continued to lick up and around her little swollen pearl. She groaned and then began to press hard on my head. I began to suck her clit, taking the entire head between my lips. That did it. She stretched her body out and arched up. I felt the flow of her juices bathing my chin as she mewled, cooed and sighed. At the moment right after she peaked, she jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom where I heard a forceful stream of urine into the bowl. "Ohhhhhh," she said as she expelled.
She walked back into the room with a huge smile. "What a way to welcome the new day. That was a wonderful treat, my dear. Thank you."
"My pleasure. Any time."
She mentioned it several times that day. In fact, she beamed most of the day. As we drove to the condo, she even described the sensation of waking to an orgasm. In between these pleasurable memories, she talked about what we would do and say with the condo management.
"Now, we're looking at both units but we can't let on that we want to buy both."
"Why not?"
"Jane says there is something hinky going on with the second unit. We're looking to verify that."
"Hmm. Interesting."
We pulled into the Management spot and went to find Marie. Among the things that Sam wanted to do was to discretely measure the walls and get dimensions. Instead, Marie gave her a floor plan. As we walked to the unit, I noticed a car and a Class A motorhome in the driveway of the second unit. The van had muddy tires and looked as though it had recently pulled in.
"Who lives there?" asked Sam.
"Oh, that's a temporary rental. They are here for just a few months." Marie waved it off. We said nothing.
The tour lasted only about an hour. When Sam had finished her inspection, we headed out. Immediately, she called Jane.
"Yes, Jane. The manager, Marie, said that it was temporarily rented. Yeah, there's a motorhome in the driveway. Hmmm... That's interesting. Okay, talk later."
"Jane says that the second unit can't be rented out. Management has no permission to do that. A rental form with the owners was never signed."
"What does that mean?"
"That means that the Management has a big problem. Just leave it to Jane."
We were just about at the supermarket when Ruby called. I listened and mostly responded with "uh, huhs" and "okays."
"Ruby says that she took possession of her four-slide-outs Newell RV and gave it back to the dealer to fix it up, add some options and redo the interior to her specs. The dealer must love her, or perhaps, already has. She must be spending one hell of a bundle. It won't be ready for a few months."
"Wow. I wonder what she's doing to it."