After the threesome with his son, Jon and I continued to meet up regularly. He was a great way to start the week and my sole sexual outlet, Jack having returned to LA.
Jon and I had come to an understanding that our thing was just a sign post on my sexual journey for the summer, but that didn't make our hook-ups any less intense.
This night I was on my back with my hands over my head, tied to the headboard of the Queen size bed in the RV.
Each leg had a rope around the ankle and upper thigh, my heels pressed tight against the back of my thighs
All five foot five of me was helpless, trussed and pinned to the bed by my older lover. My brunette hair was splayed out and my tits were pink from being man-handled and sucked.
I was still gagged, although Jon had removed it earlier only so he could fuck my mouth while he held a virbrater to my clit.
I had orgasmed no less than three times during the session.
Jon was finishing up, his cock deep in my pussy, still pulsing from his orgasm.
As he held his meat in me I could see the silicone ring tight around the base of his dick, keeping it hard even though his orgasm had passed.
He couldn't take his eyes off my shaved pussy, penetrated by his long slim cock. He continued stroking me, getting soft and the tight cock ring keeping him just hard enough to keep fucking me
Running his fingers through the patch of fuzz on my mound, he spread my pussy lips as he withdrew his long semi-hard penis.
He watched as his load of cum followed, oozing from my pussy as I flexed and pushed it out.
(A little trick I learned when I found out how much some guys liked to see it.)
He left me tied up, panting and shivering; the echoes of my last orgasm.
He lay next to me and ran his hands over my body, taking a firm round tit in one hand and gently pinching the nipple between two fingers.
After kissing for a few minutes Jon untied me, rubbed my wrists and ankles.
Later he watched me as cleaned his cock and balls with a warm washcloth. I liked taking care of him like this, and he smiled at me as I gently washed him.
"What?"' I asked.
"I've been thinking about your list, I think I can help you cross one more item off of it. I have a couple of good friends that you might like." Jon said. "If I have to share you, I better get used to it now."
My "list" was an improvised sexual wish list that had come up in conversation after sex one night. Fantasies and turn-ons were the subject, and for me it was a list of experiences I wanted to try, at least before fall.
"I don't even remember coming up with that list." I said, lying.
"I do," Jon said smiling. "I was paying attention. You said Bondage..."
"Check." I said, holding the rope.
"Yes...and you also said a threesome of any combination..."
"Check off one combination." I said smiling.
"...a Black guy, a woman, a stranger and fucking in a public place. That's for starters."
I snuggled up to my older lover.
"You're not going to get jealous are you?" I said, running my fingers through his coarse grey chest hair.
"As much as I would like to keep you for myself, I know that's not the deal."
"You're super sweet, and very understanding." I said as I lay back against the pillows, still nude, watching him get dressed. "So, what are you thinking?"
"A few times during the summer I have friends over for a pool party. Guys from softball, rock climbing. This year I'll make sure they're single friends of mine and vet them for you. Just good-looking, nice guys."
"Not too nice." I said laughing.
"All my friends are horny men. Nice, but horny," he said, nodding. "And they'd love to see a beautiful young girl around the pool. Wear a bikini, bring out a few beers, meet the guys and see who strikes your fancy."
"I love it," I said.
"I'll set the date." Jon said, leaning over the bed to kiss me, one hand gently squeezing a firm tit.
"One of these guys is going to get very, very lucky." He said, looking at me stretched out nude on the bed.
On the day of the party I arrived just a wee bit late so Jon could introduce me to the entire group.
I was wearing my spring break light blue bikini with a short wrap-around skirt that I could just whisk off to take a dip.
My brunette hair was tied back in a ponytail under a large floppy hat.
My bikini top was peeking out from under a thin white shirt I had left unbuttoned and tied at the waist.
No sense showing off all my cards right away.
Jon described me as "the niece of a good friend" and I got busy making the rounds.
At the side of the pool I made a show of removing the flimsy shirt. Every pair of eyes was on me as I slipped it off and tossed it on the back of a lounge chair, my perky 32 B boobs barely contained by the bikini.
"Does anyone need a beer?" I asked, my nipples hard and stretching the material of my bikini top.
Jon's friends were all very nice, very polite and eyeing me like wolves. Jon had gathered nine men; some Black, some white and one very nice Hispanic dude. Problem was; none of them were doing it for me.
Not one of the older men there was clicking with me even though I was being chatted up constantly, praised, flattered and even innocently touched a handful of times.
I was talking with a very nice man with a short white beard and blue eyes when Derrek walked through the gate and up to the pool.
A big Black man, he was over six foot, football lineman size, a shaved head with a grey goatee. He was wearing a silk Hawaiian shirt, white trunks and sandals.
Jon saw me staring at him.
"I thought you'd like him. That's Derrek, he just turned 47. He played football in college until his knees quit on him. Now he coaches High School ball."
"He's...big."
"About 6' 6", 240 I would guess. He's got a little bit of a Dad bod now, but I think it looks good on him."
"Cuddly." I replied, wondering what was in those white swim trunks the big man was wearing.
"Sorry I'm late, all." Derrek said as he put a six-pack of Stella in the ice bin.
Acting cool, I put my sunglasses on and laid back in a lounge chair, pretending not to notice him as he made his way around the pool, chatting and greeting friends.
He walked over with a Stella in his large hand and sat in the chair next to me. His arms were huge and thick, his head shaved, and broad shoulders. He had brown eyes and a dazzling smile.
"Hi, I'm Derrek."
"Paige, hi."
He extended a huge hand and took mine, holding it firmly but gently.
Suddenly I felt a little light-headed.
"I was hoping you'd be here. Jon told me how beautiful you are, so I wanted to meet you." He said smiling.
"Jon's very nice, but he exaggerates."
"No, I don't think he did." Derrek said, removing his sunglasses, and looking at my bikini-clad body as I stretched out on the lounge.
I was getting lightheaded again.
Finally the party began to wind down, and I said a few good-byes and was handed a few business cards with "call me' scrawled on the back.
The last guest leaving was Dave, the man with the white beard and ice blue eyes that spent so much time chatting me up..
