03. The chasing continues.
"Good evening all, may I have your attention," William started to talk.
The noise died down, and everyone was looking at him.
"Thank you all very much for such a wonderful day so far. Unfortunately Jason got too drunk and could not behave himself, and we had to remove him from the party.
"On a more positive note, I think the food was great, and that our cooks did an excellent job in preparing the various foods during the day and cooking it tonight on the barbecue. Please give them a big hand, they deserve it."
Everyone looked over at the barbecues, and applauded the cooks. The cooks bowed slightly to them.
"I hope everybody is fully recharged again. It's dark now, the moon will rise soon giving us some light, our beautiful ladies are all naked, you gentlemen took good care of making that happen, and we have a new game for you. The ladies all have the numbered bracelets you gave them in exchange for their clothes, and now get a chance to collect more. Gentlemen, you will receive a bracelet, and then you can try and find a match to it in the bracelets worn by the ladies. When you do, the lady is all yours to enjoy for five minutes. After that you give her the bracelet and go get a new one.
"Ladies, for the three of you who collect the most bracelets we have a special bonus. You and a friend will be treated to an afternoon at a luxury spa, including beauty treatments, massage, special baths, followed by a fine dinner."
The girls cheered, and so did the men, as they realised that this was a strong incentive for the girls to find their match, instead of trying to run away like they did in the afternoon.
"Angel has the bracelets, so gentlemen please proceed and get one from her. In two hours from now, we will count how many bracelets each of the ladies collected, and we can see who we can crown bracelet-queen of the night. See you then!"
The music started again, and the men ran to Angel's stand to get their first bracelets, and then returned to the waiting girls to find a match. As the girls all were eager to have a match quickly and collect more bracelets, everyone started to call out their numbers.
The third or fourth man Ashley compared numbers to, was a match. He was not tall, barely her length. Middle aged, developing a bald patch on his head, though he obviously cared about his body as he was in pretty good shape.
"Come, walk out of the light," he said, and took her by the arm. They walked a bit until they were just outside the light of the torches. Ashley saw more couples doing the same, looking for some measure of privacy. He lay down, and asked her to lay down next to him an start her timer. His five minutes were starting.
"You're a beautiful woman," he said, trailing his fingers over her body. "I saw you earlier today, but you were too fast for me. I'm glad to have you now. May I know your name?"
"Rose," she answered.
"Rose, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I'm Desmond."
She smiled. This guy knew how to tease a woman with his words. He took his time, obviously knowing the night was still young. His hand trailed over her body, feeling her curves, lingering over her breasts. He moved on top of her, kissing her breast, massaging the other.
"You feel as good as you look. Very good. I want to know how you taste now."
She felt his hands sliding over her body, from her hips via her waist over her belly onto her breasts and up to her shoulders and neck, and then back again. He then moved his head down to her wanting pussy, and kissed here there. Ashley shivered. She felt his tongue probing her lips, and opened her legs a bit wider.
She could feel that this man was experienced, experience that one could only have gained by doing it with many women. He was good. She could enjoy this for the rest of the evening, but then she could not as her alarm sounded.
"So sorry, time's up. Please take my bracelet, Rose, and I hope I can smell your fragrance again later tonight."
They walked back to the main area, where two men immediately approached Ashley. No match. A moment later another man appeared, and he did have a match on her numbers. Thick brown hair, broad build, she recognised him. She witnessed him having sex with the blonde, at the end of the afternoon session. Ashley liked his brown eyes, somehow he looked really sweet.
This man did not say much. He took her to a moonlit spot close by, had her sit on his lap facing him and played with her breasts for the full five minutes. Feeling them, massaging them, kissing and sucking her nipples. He was a breast addict, he told, and could play with a woman's breasts for hours.
The treatment got Ashley rather aroused, and surely ready for more. She could hear the moans of men and women around her. She could see their silhouettes in the moon light. She almost tripped over the leg of a man who was busy eating out a woman. She paused to look a bit at the scene, mesmerised. She had her legs wrapped around his back, and was moaning loudly.
Soon after Ashley stopped to watch, she heard an alarm and the scene in front of her stopped. Time was up for them, too.
She walked back to the party area, where she saw two women and one man waiting, trying to find a new match. She also did not match the waiting man, but her silent lover was not there, he probably had another match again. More boobs to play with for him.
Regularly she saw couples returning from the darkness. She was not very lucky, the next three men did not have a matching number. The fourth she had a match, but one of the other girls also, and Ashley lost out.
The man apologised, "Nothing personal, it's just that I love big'uns."
The girl she lost out to was the one with long black hair and big, fake boobs. That man at least did not seem to care about that. He just cared about the size obviously.
Phoebe appeared, still walking rather unsteady. She slurred, "Hey, how you doing, got many bracelets? Just got my third! Wanna have more, more bracelets."
"You do your best, you're going to need that spa to get over your hangover tomorrow," Ashley laughed.
