I watched as Cleo pulled on her bikini. After tying a bow at the sides of the bottoms, she nestled her breasts into the small triangles of the top then, turning her back to me, she asked me to tie it up. I held her hips and pulled her to me, her back against my front, and let one hand explore across her belly while the other cupped one of her breasts. I kissed the side of her neck gently as I felt my cock start to respond as she pushed back against me.
"Mmmm, you're amazing," she murmured. "Ready to go again so quickly."
It was early afternoon and we had dozed briefly after some amazing post lunch sex.
"How could I not be. Fuck you're beautiful," I told her.
She turned in my arms and we kissed. It was a delicate kiss; prolonged, exploratory, erotic, full of promise. When we parted we both gave a little sigh of disappointment, then she gave my cock a gentle squeeze and told me to get my swimmers on.
From the deck of our rented house, we could see that there was a gentle surf and no one on the beach within a hundred metres of where we were staying. We walked to the water's edge, dropped our towels and ran into the surf, jumping over the first small waves until we were deep enough to dive in. The day had warmed up and the clouds had cleared, so we settled on the sand chatting, enjoying each other's company, with occasional dips in the surf to cool down.
Cleo waved, and called out. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Sarah and her boyfriend were walking across the sand towards us. They were renting the house along from us and I had met them earlier at the pub where we had enjoyed lunch. Actually Cleo had met Sarah already, when she had gone for a walk at sunrise. Sarah had confided to Cleo that their weekend away was a test for her fellow, Geoff, to see if she wanted to continue dating him.
Cleo invited them to sit with us. They dropped their towels and we all dived into the waves.
"Those waves look catchable," Cleo commented, giving me a knowing look, pointing out a bit further?
The tide had dropped since we had arrived and there was now a nice steep break that looked ideal for body surfing. I looked over at Sarah's boyfriend who looked a bit doubtful, but he followed me as I swam out through the break, ducking under a couple of broken waves that wanted to push us back to shore.
I don't know if Geoff realised, but it was clear to me that Cleo wanted time to talk to Sarah alone. I felt a stirring in my swimmers as I contemplated that conversation. After breakfast this morning, as I'd tried to get Cleo back into bed for post breakfast sex, she had resisted because she had her own idea about how our day was going to go sexually. She explained that after lunch she wanted to tie me to the bed and have her way with me, but only after spending four hours teasing me mercilessly. It had been torture, but gloriously so. When she had finally let me come, it had felt like a dam had burst, and I'd spread huge quantities of cum across my belly and chest as she had worked me with her mouth and hand.
Her offer, to get me to agree to this torture, was that tonight, she would be my sex toy, that she would agree to anything I wanted, provided it didn't get her arrested or sent to hospital. She'd told me that she had never made this offer to a guy before, and I was amazed and a bit in awe that she trusted me like this. I'd told her that what I wanted was a threesome with her and Sarah. She'd just smiled and told me that she would try, but it was probably a long shot, and I was really surprised that she hadn't just slapped me.
The surf was perfect for body surfing, and I caught four or five waves and I think Geoff caught one, before we joined the women back on the beach. I couldn't help but wonder what Cleo and Sarah had discussed. We spent another hour or so enjoying the sun. Geoff looked on enviously as Cleo asked me to reapply her sun cream. Sarah didn't ask Geoff to help her. I was also aware that Geoff spent a lot of time talking to Cleo, and that his eyes were constantly moving over her body. I was checking out Sarah too, she was a beautiful woman, but I hoped I was being more subtle than Geoff was.
Cleo and I went for a swim by ourselves and as we returned to the beach we heard Sarah's raised voice.
"Fucking great romantic weekend this is," she complained to Geoff. "Now you want to go off by yourself for three hours tomorrow."
"You aren't interested in classic cars," he explained. "You can spend the morning on the beach, or catch-up with Cleo and Pete."
"Cleo and Pete are actually having a romantic weekend, they don't want me intruding." She was sounding really angry.
Cleo and I slipped back into the surf, until we saw Sarah gather up her things and return to their house, with Geoff trailing behind.
We returned to the house and showered together, which was fun and sexy, but didn't result in anything serious. I think we were both thinking how sad it was for Sarah, being with a guy who just didn't get her.
We enjoyed drinks and nibbles on the deck while we watched the sun set over the ocean. Cleo said that she doubted that we were going to get Sarah into our bed, which led to a series of confessions about her previous experience sleeping with women. She had given in to her curiosity at uni and had a number of women lovers, and about a year ago, after a few too many drinks, she had ended up in bed with a good friend, which had been difficult in the morning.
"It was fun experimenting, and sex with another woman is very different to being with a guy. I enjoy sex with women, but I haven't really sought it out. I've decided that I like sex with guys; I like their energy, their strength, being held, feeling their need build as they drive into me, being held as they come in me. Mmm. You do all that for me"
She rolled off the sun lounge that she was lying on and knelt beside me.
"Just lie back," she told me as she undid my pants and slid them down until my semi-hard cock was visible.
She took me in her hand and kissed the tip, then licked around the head slowly.
"My offer still stands," she told me. "Anything you want." And she slid half my length into her hot wet mouth.
"I guess I can reciprocate, tie you to the bed, tease you," I offered as I watched her lift her head until the tip was resting on her bottom lip as she stroked me firmly with her hand.
"If you want to, but I don't think you have the willpower. You'll have me tied to the bed, my legs spread open, ready for you, and you'll just want to fuck, to drive this beautiful cock into my tight pussy, to empty yourself into me." She mumbled the last few words as she took my cock back into her mouth.
It was then that we heard the sound of a car leaving, followed by someone knocking on our door. I pulled my pants up quickly, but my erection was going to be obvious for a few minutes.
It was Sarah, her suitcase beside her. It looked like she had been crying.
"I'm so sorry, really sorry, but can I stay here tonight," she pleaded. "That bastard has left me here. He's going home."
We invited her in, and I put the kettle on for tea while Cleo showed her to the second bedroom.
"Well, she's here," laughed Cleo as she returned alone to the kitchen..
When Sarah reappeared she and Cleo took their tea out onto the deck, while I stayed inside and read my novel. They were out there talking for half an hour, deep in conversation, before Cleo came in and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and two glasses.
"She is really angry," she whispered as she walked past me. "He wanted to have anal sex and when she said that she'd tried it before and didn't enjoy it, he threatened to force her."
An hour later Cleo brought the empty wine bottle back, made more tea, and grabbed a packet of chocolate biscuits.
"We have been talking about relationships and men. She's interested in what makes our relationship work. How we talk about sex."
At this point, I had no thought of getting Sarah into bed. She was too angry and was obviously over men as a subspecies. What I was more concerned about was whether Cleo was still going to be frisky, knowing Sarah would hear everything through the thin walls of the house.
Half an hour later Cleo came back in.
"She wants some time alone, we have been talking about ways to get revenge on arsehole men. I think she is going to fuck his best friend. Come on, let's go to bed. I'm exhausted."
We undressed and slipped into bed. Cleo snuggled her smooth back against my chest, and I kissed her on the ear and draped one arm over her protectively. She was asleep in a minute.
When I woke up the sun was gloriously up, and so was I. I'd had a series of erotic dreams through the night, but I had never been awake enough to roll over and wake up Cleo in order to make the dreams a reality. I reached out for her now. Nope, not there. I pulled on some shorts and wandered out into the living area. Sarah's door was open and her bed was empty too. I finally spotted them from the deck, a couple of hundred metres down the beach again. I made coffee and settled down to enjoy the morning. I knew that helping Sarah was the right thing to do, but it was definitely spoiling our romantic weekend.
It was nearly an hour before the two women appeared. They had obviously been for a swim as their hair was wet and their tee shirts were stuck to their wet bodies.
"Do you want some breakfast," I asked, determined to be the perfect, if frustrated, host.
"Soon," replied Cleo. "We had a really interesting talk this morning." She and Sarah sat together on the lounge. "We talked a lot about sex."
I just looked at them, my eyebrows raised.
"I found out that Sarah has also dated women, but not for ages. After our swim, we kissed. We wanted to find out if we were still interested."
I held my breath, hopeful of where this was going.
Sarah reached out and took Cleos hand.
