Sarah and Simon invite us to join them. As it turns out, they are from Australia. Sarah has a practical short hairstyle. Her hair has turned straw-blonde from the sun and salt water. She has a snub nose surrounded by freckles and an open, happy laugh. She is wearing a thin white skirt made of overlapping panels and a blouse of the same almost transparent fabric, which she has tied together under her ample bosom so that her flat stomach with the piercing in her navel can be seen.
In the dim light, it's hard to tell whether she's wearing anything underneath. When she sits, her thighs part the folds of her skirt so that her legs are exposed and even part of her buttocks can be seen, which I always find extremely arousing -- especially when I cannot see whether she is wearing anything underneath and if what would it be and how would it look like.
Simon has wavy, shoulder-length curly hair, is wearing short cargo pants and a light, almost transparent white linen shirt that he has buttoned quite a bit, so that you can easily see his strong, hairy chest muscles. He has a braided leather strap on one ankle, which looks pretty good. I make a mental note to get something like that the next day too.
Kay is wearing one of her colorful, skimpy summer dresses, which stretches over her flat stomach and the smallest part of her firm, large breasts with pierced nipples. The dress is held up only by thin straps. Her back and shoulders are bare and a low-cut neckline at the front shows almost everything. I wear a loosely falling see-thru T-shirt with a deep neckline and a body chain underneath as well as short white trousers that I have cut a little too short. This allows me to provide clear insights into the package between my legs when I sit, through the wide trouser leg. Sometimes it is also pushed out of the trousers a little. That doesn't stop me from wearing a cock ring, which also contributes to that. I have a gold-colored jock on, the fabric of which stretches when something moves under it, allowing my dick to unfold in its full length and thickness and not be forced into a lump, which of course means that under certain circumstances it peeks out of the bottom of the trouser leg.
We drink cocktails and talk about ourselves, where we come from, what we do. We are a very joyful group and laugh a lot. But we don't talk about sex at all. We don't have to, because in our gestures, the occasional touch, we are very suggestive and explicit. We sit across from each other in pairs on deep, comfortable lounge chairs. There is only a cocktail table between us, which is too low to cover what is going on between our thighs, so we always have a good view of our counterpart's crotch. And if not, because a glass or a bottle is in the way, we always push it aside unobtrusively, conspicuously.
Kay and I had picked Sarah and Simon out with a specific intention: to fuck them. We are only too happy to show them what we have to offer. Kay would have to sit there with her legs crossed the whole time to prevent anyone from looking under her dress. But now she wants to make Sarah and Simon hot for each other, so she likes to pull the hem of her dress a little higher than would be appropriate.
Sex is always like a vacation for us, especially when we find new sex partners with whom we can have fun and who can even show us one or two new horny things to do. If that happens on vacation, then fucking on vacation is vacation for us. In other words, double the relaxation.
Sarah and Simon are very interested in what we have to offer and we are happy to show it to them. Kay deliberately lets her dress ride up a little so that Simon has a good look at her narrow, silvery, shiny, translucent thong, under which her shaved vulva lips and clit piercing are clearly visible. To heat them up even more, she caresses the inside of my thigh and lets a finger slide into my pants again and again.
With this erotic treatment, I can't and won't prevent myself from getting a hard-on. I even make sure that Sarah and Simon see the effect Kay's ticklish fingertips have on me. I straighten my pants and push my growing member into the trouser leg. I feel the tip of my penis poking out of the too-short leg of my pants. I know that the golden thong is wrapped tightly around it. Kay tickles me with her fingertips through the thin fabric on my penis head. I return the favor by placing my hand on the inside of her thigh, tickling her and slowly extending my fingertips towards her most sacred spot. She becomes restless and Sarah and Simon can no longer sit still either.
A decent pipe can be seen in Simon's trousers, which he demonstratively strokes, and Sarah spreads her legs so wide that the fabric of her wrap skirt falls completely to the side and we can see her Wicked Weasel Mega Mesh panties made of perforated fabric. I can even see the glimmer of a piercing. She touches herself between the legs and fixes me.
"Excuse me please, I have to tinkle," she says and rises quite elegantly from her chair. She looks me firmly in the eye the whole time. I look at Simon, who makes a 'go after' movement with his eyes. I get up and Kay also rises to sit next to Simon in Sarah's seat. I follow Sarah.
She is heading towards the toilets. As we are almost there, she grabs my hand and pulls me past them. We sneak around to the back of the warehouse. Sarah pulls me close, looks at me and kisses me fleetingly on the corner of my mouth. Then, first a securing look, almost simultaneously Sarah opens the door, slips in, pulls me with her and closes the door again. In the dimly lit room, she takes my head in her hands and kisses me hard and full of desire. I return the kiss, grab her firm buttocks and pull her against my still swollen genitals.
She releases me just as abruptly as she kissed me, takes a deep breath and whispers: "Tom, you and your cute little girlfriend make me so wet. When we heard you moaning and grunting, it made us so horny, we couldn't hold ourselves." She looks me firmly in the eye. One of her small hands is on my rod, exploring it with light pressure through the fabric of my trousers.
"But what made you really horny was the thought of another guy's fat cock sliding inside you, taking you, possessing you, don't you?" I ask gently. I caress her cheek and neck and can't get enough of her snub nose and freckles. She just smiles knowingly. My hand is on the back of her neck and I pull her towards me as I place my lips on hers. Our tongues play tag as we slowly move away from the door to the back of the room. There we find several boxes. Some are stacked up to the height of a table. That's pretty practical. Sarah takes off her thong, squats in front of me, and stuffs it into my pocket for safekeeping before reaching up from below into my trouser leg to finger my cock.
I moan with pleasure. Sarah kisses the inside of my thighs. I caress her head, her cheeks. She takes one of my thumbs in her mouth and sucks on them lustfully. I look down at her, she looks at me with her brown eyes. As we look at each other, we continue to caress each other. I caress her, put a thumb in her mouth, let it slide over her lips and over her teeth. She massages my cock while simultaneously unbuttoning my pants. I can feel her having to pull on them because my cock is so engorged that it is preventing them from sliding down. When they finally hit the floor, she looks up and sees my manhood pushing the golden fabric of my jock forward.
She grabs my dangling sack, feels the cock ring, grins when she feels it, and then feels her way to my rosette. I play with her hair and ears. My shaft is now so hard that it hurts me that my cock can not stretch freely. But before I have to take action myself, Sarah grabs my cock from the inside, holds it back and pulls the golden cloth bag away to the side. She pulls back the foreskin and spits on it, then cleans my glans with a fist, and then slides her lips over it without hesitation.
I can't take my eyes off this spectacle. "Gee, I love your speckles, they make me so...", I murmur and then hold my tongue before I say: "I want to cover you with my cum." But somehow I have the feeling that would destroy the dynamic of the act. She grins at me while giving me a handjob. She needs her hands to unbutton her blouse. Underneath, she is wearing a mesh top. She pulls a condom out of it.
She opens the packet, releases my cock with a 'plop' from her mouth, takes a black condom out of the aluminum bag, grabs my cock, which is bouncing back and forth, with one hand and puts the rubber on it with the other. As soon as she is done, she straightens up, sits down on the boxes with her legs wide open and pushes her top to the side so that I can admire her large, pierced breasts. Her carefully shaved lips shine in the dim light. Her lust juice, already running down her thighs. A glittering piercing adorns the skin on her clit.
I carefully start to caress and tickle her with a finger. She moans and twitches, pushing her abdomen slightly in my direction. I grab her neck and kiss her hard, at the same time I attack her pussy harder. "Yes!" She moans into my mouth. I kiss her slowly on the corners of her mouth, neck, nape, shoulder, chest until I reach her nipples. I don't let my fingers leave her lust cave, which is getting more and more slippery. While I twirl one nipple with my fingers, I suck and lick the other one -- then I swap. Sarah is getting more and more restless under my treatment. That's fine with me. I am way too horny to selflessly give pleasure.
"Do me, Tom. Fuck me. Let me feel you -- please," she gasps. But before I fulfill her -- and my -- wish, I want to taste her juice. I quickly dive between her legs and lick with my long tongue through her delicious wetness and tap on her clit. She grabs me, pushes me into her lap, moans "lick me", I slide my tongue between her vulva lips and then hit her again on her clit, whereupon she pulls me away again and has new instructions for me: "No, later, fuck me first! I want to feel your fat schlong in me". Exactly what I need now: a fast, hard slide with my fat monster cock through her glove-like pleasure channel.
I pull myself up, bend over to her to kiss her and push my hips between her thighs, which she opens longingly. When I touch her pussy, I kiss her, reach between her legs, position the tip of my cock between her naked lips and push my tool into her narrow, warm canal. We both moan into our mouths, closed for a kiss. I push myself into her until I feel the counter-pressure of her vulva on my cock ring. Then I break the kiss, look deep into her eyes, hold her by the nape of her neck and start to thrust.
She holds on to my neck and lower back, while pushing her abdomen towards me. Our breathing is shallow and rapid. Our eyes never leave each other. It's as if we're silently urging each other on harder and harder. I fuck her with increasing speed and hardness, driving my thick cock deep into her, trying not to cum so quickly. My cock feels hard and aches a little. Then Sarah comes. There's no reason for me to hold back anymore. Two or three more thrusts and it squirts out of me into -- into the condom, instead of into her vagina. Our mouths meet again. This time to help us not to scream out our lust loudly.
When our lust has subsided and I stop pumping semen into the latex bag on me, I pull my pleasure rod out of her. Sarah takes off the condom and puts it next to her, unknotted. We get dressed, when I want to give Sarah her thong, she says: "Leave it. Makes things faster later. And I know where it is" and grins. She takes the condom and we sneak out. I was surprised that no one had come to restock the bar. Well, never mind, or rather, lucky -- although it could have been interesting...
We don't go back to our seats, but just let Kay and Simon know that we'll wait for them in front of the bar. It has its advantages if you always pay as soon as the drinks come, so we can quickly slip away.
When Kay and Simon come out, Kay nestles up to Sarah and asks her point-blank: "How was it love?"
"I envy you dear for your lover," she replies. "It was fabulous. But I have to give you something back."
She holds out the condom with my cum inside. Kay looks at her questioningly. "I never take anything away from another woman," she explains.
