RAINSTORM
It was a dark and stormy night...
Well, it was. The rain was beating hard on the metal roof of the cabin Jill and I had rented on the edge of the Tahoe National Forest and the windows were rattling loudly from successive gusts of wind. It had been black outside since early evening and nothing was visible through the windows beyond the streams of rainwater cascading down the glass.
We'd both been working long hours and we'd decided to get completely away from our hi-tech lives for a week. The rustic cabin in the woods had turned out to be perfect, with no radio or television or internet and not even a single bar of cell reception. We'd been for long hikes each of the previous drier days and lit big log fires in the stone fireplace every evening to deal with the October chill.
For our dinners we'd brought steaks and pork chops and other unhealthy food, together with plenty of red wine and chocolate and an adequate amount of weed, so this wet evening wasn't bothering us too much. Snuggled up on the big couch in front of the fireplace, both of us were nicely buzzed and the trashy paperback novels we'd been reading had slipped onto the floor. Jill moved closer and kissed my neck.
"Almost eleven o'clock, Nick. Bedtime, you think?"
"And playtime as well?"
"M-m-m-m, maybe." Jill nibbled my ear, causing my cock to give a little leap. The week away from work was a chance to recharge our sex lives, too. I gave Jill a quick sideways glance. At twenty-eight, she seemed as cute as when we'd met in college, an inch over five feet tall with masses of dark curly hair and boobs that still amazed me, and a great sexual imagination. Like me she was in shorts and tee-shirt and light shoes, all we needed in front of the big log fire.
She'd not bothered with a bra this evening and her nipples were nicely visible through her thin green tee-shirt, standing out a bit more than usual, I thought. Maybe she was starting to think about playtime, too. I reached across and ran a finger over one of the little nubs, then a second finger for the other. Jill made a m-m-m sound and wriggled a little. I moved both hands to her breasts and squeezed one nipple, then the other.
"We could wait until we're in bed," she said.
"This is just foreplay," I told her. "But you know, sex in front of the fire might be an idea." I went back to squeezing her nipples, feeling them get harder under my fingers.
Jill leaned closer and gave me a long kiss. "In front of the fire, huh? That might be fun."
I responded by moving my hands down to the bottom of her tee-shirt, then sliding it up to reveal her boobs. Jill had never gone overboard with gym sessions, but she still ran or swam once or twice a week, and her breasts showed no signs of sagging. In fact, they seemed to me to be even more luscious than when we'd first met, with dark areolas around big darker nipples, centered in beautiful D cups that I found hard to keep my hands off.
I was leaning forward to kiss the nearer one when I heard what sounded like a knock. I ignored it as I took the nipple fully in my mouth, running my tongue across it, then sucking gently. The wind must have blown something against the door.
Another, louder, knock.
Shit!
"What the hell?" I backed off the nipple and looked at Jill. "There can't be anyone outside, surely? We're a half-mile from the next cabin."
Jill pulled her tee-shirt down. "Why don't you look?"
Another knock.
I got carefully to my feet, a little dizzy from the weed, and went to the door, catching the sounds of voices over the wind and rain. I opened the door.
"Oh, thank God."
The voice came from a small, incredibly wet, bedraggled blonde girl. Behind her were two bigger figures, a broad-chested Asian and a tall skinny black, both just as wet as the little blonde. For a second I flashed on Charles Manson, then decided anyone as wet as these three was probably harmless.
"I'm real sorry, mister," the black guy started, "Our car got a flat a couple of miles back—"
"And the spare was flat as well," the blonde finished for him.
The black continued, "We'd seen your lights when we passed a while ago, before things turned to shit. We're hoping you can call a tow-truck for us."
"Please," the blonde added.
"Gee, I'm really sorry." I shook my head. "There's no cell service here in the forest."
"We couldn't get any bars on our phones either." It was the Asian. "You don't have a land line?"
"Sorry," I said again. "This place is just a rental. I guess the owner figures he doesn't want the expense."
"Oh."
"Nick..." Jill had moved to the door. "Let these poor guys in before they get pneumonia."
"Hey, we don't want to mess up your evening," the blonde said as I moved aside to let them into the cabin.
Too late, I thought, some very promising evening fun already got messed up.
Jill said: "We would drive you to a service station or something, but I don't think it would be safe. We're a little fucked up, if you know what I mean." She gave them a guilty look.
The Asian guy wrinkled his nose. "Nice aroma, though."
"Yeah," Jill giggled, hesitated, then gave me a look that I knew meant she'd made a decision. She was always ready to help anyone in trouble, sometimes rashly so, I'd thought sometimes. She went on, "But if you guys could get out of those clothes, I reckon you could bunk here for the night and we can do something about your car in the morning. Unless you want to walk back to the car right now?"
"Christ, no." The blonde shivered dramatically.
"Okay," Jill told her. "I think there's a couple of old bathrobes in the closet for the guys, and I'll find a long sweater for you since you're little. By the way, we're Jill and Nick."
"I'm Molly, the blonde said. "And the tall dude is DeLeon, and that there's Mike."
"Great," Jill responded. She was clearly in take-charge mode. "Now, I'll get some hangers to put near the fire, and you can get out of your wet stuff. Looks like that's probably everything, including your underwear. The bathroom's over there, if you want to take turns."
DeLeon said: "Nah, we'll all squeeze in together. We're good friends."
As the three of them disappeared into the bathroom I raised my eyebrows at Jill. Two guys and a girl squeeze in together to strip naked? They must be very good friends indeed.
Ten minutes later, our three guests were seated on the big couch in front of the fireplace with Jill and me on a pair of soft low chairs. DeLeon was wearing a scarlet robe with a gold dragon woven across the back, Mike was in a brown woolen bathrobe that barely met across his broad body, and Molly was in an old blue knit sweater of Jill's that reached halfway down her thighs. Now they were dry I could see Molly was a pretty wide-eyed little twenty-or-so-year-old with a sweetly innocent look, and Mike and Deleon were both good-looking guys a couple of years older. I'd pulled out a bottle of cheap scotch that Jill and I had brought with us and we were all sipping the stuff.
"Where were you headed?" I wondered.
DeLeon answered: "Back to Reno. Home."
"From?" I hoped I wasn't being too inquisitive, but everyone seemed plenty relaxed.
"We'd been doing a show at a party in some big house a few miles back up the road," Molly explained.
I looked at her. Somehow they didn't look like a music group. Maybe they did magic shows with little Molly being sawn in half by the other two. Or something.
Jill repeated, "A show at a party?"
There was a little pause, then Molly grinned. "A live show at a bachelor party."
Could she mean what I thought she meant? I looked at Jill to help me. I didn't want to offend these folk by jumping to some totally inappropriate conclusion.
Jill asked: "What do you mean, a live show?"
"A sex show." Molly grinned again. "It's what we do."
"Holy shit," I said.
"Yeah, well, It's kinda fun." Molly added.
Forget sweetly innocent, I thought.
I stared at the three of them. "Maybe it's time for some weed? Then you can tell us more."
I passed our pipe around, took a hit myself, and asked: "What do you do? How does it work?" Just thinking about it was causing my dick to stiffen.
Mike answered: "We do these threesome sex shows. Mostly we just do shows in Reno and Vegas hotel rooms for guys and couples who are visiting and want to be a little wicked, you know."
"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Jill quoted.
"Yeah, that's it. Then sometimes we'll do a show at a bachelor party, like tonight."
Jill asked: "But how do people find out about you?"
DeLeon answered: "We run ads on a couple of websites, things a bit like Craigslist used to be in the good old days. And a few hotel concierges give us referrals."
"And you like doing it?"
"Who doesn't like sex?" Molly rolled her eyes. I noticed her sweater had ridden up her thighs to reveal a hint of pinkness high up her slender legs. My cock noticed the pinkness, too.
Jill asked: "And you just put on shows in front of people? They just watch?"
Molly said: "Yeah, well, it depends. Sometimes there's what you might call some audience participation."
