Sarah shimmied, contorted, and twisted as she worked herself into her stretchy, skin-tight, leopard-print, tank, mini dress. She managed to get the bottom hem pulled down over her beautiful, round, and very naked ass. She didn't wear a bra or panties, the dress was too tight. For that matter even her pubic hair would have made an impression on the dress if she had any. Her boyfriend, Jake, sat back and enjoyed the show, while resisting the urge to grab his half-hard cock.
"So," Sarah Said, "you just met these people today, right?"
"Yeah, I told you," Jake replied.
"And they were naked when you met them?"
"Yeah, I know it's weird, but that's how it happened."
"So, you were naked, and you meet a naked couple, and you admit that at least the wife was really hot, you talk to them for five minutes, and they invite you for dinner." Jake had gone over the story with Sarah four or five times by now, but she still had a hard time believing this was the sequence of events. Jake had left out the part where the wife, Amanda, had fucked herself with a Corona bottle, fucked her husband, and then jerked Jake off, all in the span of about seven minutes-so, he knew them longer than five minutes. "Say their names again: Craig and Angie? Ashley? What was it?"
"Amanda," Jake replied, "Craig and Amanda."
"I still think this sounds weird, that we're going over to their resort to meet this couple for dinner."
"Yeah," said Jake, "I get that. But I think it will be fun. Craig promised the restaurant would be really good"
"What do you think is going to happen tonight?" asked Sarah.
Jake replied as innocently as he was able "I don't know, we'll have dinner, maybe make new friends, why do you ask?"
"Don't play dumb. You have this strange, kind of vague, meet up with a naked couple at a swingers resort and they spontaneously ask you to dinner, oh, and by the way bring your girlfriend. I'm not going to go over there and fuck some middle aged creepo just so you can fuck his wife."
"That's not what this is!" Jake protested. "I mean, not completely. So, yeah, they are probably swingers. I don't know exactly what they expect. I don't know what will happen, but I don't expect you to fuck anyone. They just seemed fun and I thought dinner would be fun, and Craig said the restaurant was better than anything we have on this side of the wall."
"I know I said girlfriend a minute ago. I know I'm not 'officially' your girlfriend, so I guess you don't officially need my permission to fuck Angie."
"Amanda," Jake corrected. "And, I know we aren't officially anything, but I wouldn't bring you to Cancun and dump you for someone else. Sometimes I'm a little dense, but I'm not that much of an asshole. Plus, you are super hot and I really like fucking you a lot."
That wasn't quite "the talk," Sarah was hoping to have on this trip but there they were. They were both attractive singles who got along pretty well and made good livings and who had excellent sex. For right now, that was enough to keep them together. "OK," shrugged Sarah, "How do I look?" she asked as she turned to face Jake.
The answer was "stunning." Sarah looked fucking fantastic. She made a lucrative living as a personal trainer, and knew that her look, especially her hard body, drew the highest-paying personal clients her way. Sarah's body was a rare combination of form and function, and she knew it, so she dressed to accentuate it. Her tight dress showed off her strong shoulders, defined arms, perfectly proportioned breasts, shapely, round ass, and long, strong legs. Sarah was thin, but not skinny. She had earned her body through thousands of miles run and biked, thousands of squats, cleans, crunches, presses, and dozens of other exercises. Her breasts she had picked out of a catalog in the plastic surgeon's office. Sarah had spent a lot of money on those titties, so it was no surprise that they were perfect, each more than a handful of soft teardrop shaped flesh, with pink nipples that pointed ahead and up. Sarah spent a lot of money on things like her shiny blonde hair, nails, and skin care. She also had a small collection of carefully selected tattoos. An inspirational quote across her right rib cage, a flower on her left hip, just at her bikini line, and a tiny flower the stem of which started just above the cleft of her vulva with the bud just peeking out of the top of a low rise bikini. She couldn't give any of her clients those things through training, but it was all part of the image.
Jake was dressed in his resort best: grey linen pants, an indigo blue linen camp shirt, and bright blue espadrilles. Jake had dirty blonde hair that he had a hard time keeping in a part, so usually just let it go, and blue eyes which were accentuated by his shirt. The resort dress code required that men wear long pants and closed toe shoes to dinner. Jake would have chosen shorts for himself, but appreciated that the dress code helped maintain the sense of a luxurious and sophisticated dining experience.
Jake stood up and ran his hands up Sarah's hips to her breasts caressing them. Sarah's nipples responded by hardening, poking out visibly through the thin, tight material. Jake slipped the right shoulder of her dress down her arm. Sarah's firm titty bounced out. Jake bent to suck in her pebble hard nipple. Sarah moaned and exhaled a slow "yeaaaahhhh baby, yeah just like that." Jake's erection strained against the front of his trousers. Sarah drew her open palm up the length of his shaft from the base of his penis. Her fingers worked under his untucked camp shirt and rubbed across the tip of his head that was peaking out of the top of his waistband, topped with a drop of pre-cum. Jake withdrew his mouth from her nipple, and Sarah rubbed her glistening fingers across her nipple. The mixture of Jake's saliva and pre-cum made it slick as oil. Jake licked at it again, tasting himself across her deep pink nipple.
"Fuck me baby," Sarah whispered, and then immediately corrected, "No! No, we gotta stop if we're going to make it to dinner." She stepped back and pulled the shoulder of her tank dress back up using her other hand to push her breast back in. "Fuck baby," she said. "You make me so horny; you know I'm not wearing any panties. I'm going to have a wet spot on my dress." It was hard to stop, but Jake did, because he had already met Craig and Amanda and knew it would be worth it.
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Jake and Sarah were staying at a luxury resort on the Mexican Caribbean coast. It was a beautiful, modern resort with fantastic food, lots of bars with a seemingly unlimited variety of alcohol, and pristine white-sand beach sliding into the warm, emerald sea. Craig and Amanda were staying at another resort just next door. Craig and Amanda's resort had all the same amenities and the same postcard beach. The two resorts were separated by an 8 foot tall wall that extended ten yards into the water. Where the wall stretched across the beach between the two resorts there was a narrow opening and a small staircase so that someone walking the beach could continue without going into the ocean and around the end of the wall. The main difference between the two resorts was that at Craig and Amanda's resort the guests spent most of their time naked. Also at Craig and Amanda's resort people had a lot of sex, often in public, and often with people they had only just met, or even didn't know at all.
With shoes in their hands Jake and Sarah made their way across the soft sand toward the narrow opening in the wall. "Here we are," said Jake, "ready to go?"
Sarah took a deep breath, smoothed the front of her dress, and answered, "You first."
Jake led the way up the stairs. Craig and Amanda were waiting on the other side. As soon as Craig saw Jake he smiled and came toward them. "Good to see you," Craig said shaking Jake's hand and then reaching past him to offer a hand to Sarah as she ascended the steps. Craig couldn't help but notice the way Sarah's tiny dress crawled up her thigh as she stepped up.
Amanda greeted Jake with a chaste kiss on his cheek. "So glad you came," she said. Then, Amanda looked past Jake and saw Sarah emerge from the narrow opening in the wall. "Oh sweet fuck!" she exclaimed, "you are a specimen."
"Sarah, I'm Craig," he introduced himself, "and this is my very forward wife Amanda." Sarah blushed and smiled. Craig, was older, but very handsome, and in a way different than Jake. Craig was dark and ambiguously foreign looking, while Jake was light and looked like a California surfer. Craig's skin was a dark suntanned olive punctuated with thick black hair and dark eyes. He was dressed in black pants and a tight fitting black t-shirt that accentuated his shoulders, chest, and flat stomach. As a personal trainer, Sarah appreciated the work Craig had obviously put into maintaining his body.
Amanda wore a tight, all white, mini, tube dress that highlighted her rich, terracotta skin. Amanda's dark brown hair flowed in loose kinks and spirals just past her shoulders. Here eyes were almond shaped and gray. Craig and Amanda must work out together, Sarah concluded. Amanda had feminine, but well defined shoulders and biceps and shapely, trim legs. Craig and Amanda were definitely older than Jake and Sarah, but Sarah couldn't quite figure out how much older, it could have been five years or fifteen years. However much older they were, Craig and Amanda carried themselves with an easy confidence that said they knew they were attractive.
"Look at those legs!" Amanda gushed, "and that waist and those beautiful titties." Sarah was a little embarrassed by Amanda's enthusiastic attention, but her wide smile seemed to say she didn't mind that much. "Turn around," ordered Amanda. Sarah complied and teasingly gave a little wiggle. "Of course her ass is spectacular too," laughed Amanda. Smiling, Sarah bent to slip on the silver high heels she had carried across the sand. "Oh, now she's just teasing us," Amanda said to Craig. To Sarah she asked "Can I touch it?"
"You want to touch my ass?" Sarah asked.
"Yes, please, I really do," said Amanda.
"OK." Sarah wasn't quite sure why she said OK. This wasn't exactly the kind of request she was used to, but she suddenly felt much more comfortable than she had walking over.
