Dear Readers, I have had few of you say I have strayed from my original premise. Perhaps, but I had and still have no real plan. In reality, I simply sit down for a couple of hours every now and then and write another chapter. I know not where I go until I sit down and let my fingers lead me. The chapters and story just evolves. I rarely edit and never rewrite. They are just my memories and my musings of being married at an early age to a woman that is twenty-two years older than I am. I have taken to heart what some of you have said and will try not to stray. I am already working on chapter 38, so you can see that it may take a while. As I submit each chapter I do a quick final scan before I save it in 'plain text' for submittal purposes. In doing so in the future, I may tweak the stories some, but not a lot. I welcome comments and requests and promise to listen with open ears. Thanks for reading and enjoying the series.
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Start of Ladies Day - Sunday Afternoon
"Well you've met Stella. She is quite a character, I also met her at her mother's store and we became friends when we began to meet here frequently. Let's get some nibblies and a glass of wine in one of the plastic glasses and then come back, stretch out and talk before the entertainment begins." suggested Nancy.
As a newbie, Annie went along with the idea, stood up and followed Nancy to the shaded drinks area. With food and drink in hand they returned poolside where Annie, feeling she was over dressed, took off her sheer top and sat down. With a look of anxiety for she was about to be completely naked for the first time in front of so many people, she slipped her thong down her legs and stepped out it.
With only women around, it was non-threatening. It felt like boarding school and it felt good. It felt very good.
Annie sat on the edge of the chaise and swung her legs around and up. Nancy, stepped over her own chaise and in doing so, spread her legs wide. She stood this way for a moment or two to ensure that Annie saw her vulva hidden by deep think bush of brown pubic hair from which two large fleshy lips hung out.
"I see you shave yourself. My sister and I don't. We like the way it captures and holds our smells. We find it very sexy. It's how our dad likes us." Nancy said with out a second thought. "You might meet my sister today. She and my dad are on a bus trip and the group is going to the trail head to have tour with the ranger and she might let him go alone so she and I could meet and catch up."
"I love to be smooth and its how my husband likes me. My son seems to like it also because when he has seen it, I've noticed he gets an erection." Annie replied without feeling it at all odd to be talking about such taboo matters with almost a total stranger sitting naked across from her.
"To family!" toasted Nancy, as they clinked glasses.
Although they had met last night and then only superficially, they talked like old friends. Time went by and then Annie felt she needed to move onto to stomach to keep the sun off her front. Nancy was understanding and offered to put some cream on her back. Annie agreed and surrendered herself to the soothing aloe cream on Nancy's small soft hands.
Nancy sat on the upper part of Annie's bum and used long strokes to smooth the cream on her back, shoulders and arms. It felt wonderful. Nancy then turned around and, with long strokes, put cream on her captive's calves. As she worked her back up her thumbs reached between Annie's thighs to ensure full coverage of the cream's SPF rating. Although Annie helped by unconsciously parting her legs and trying to raise her hips, Nancy did not stray too deep into the space that was created. She did however, pull her butt cheeks apart and apply a liberal coating to the furrow of her ass. Nancy's long second finger, momentarily touched the enticing lower lips of Annie's vagina. As Nancy slowly stroked the insides her partner's leg Annie raised her bottom up higher as a signal for more. Finally Nancy let her fingers tips touch Annie's aching lips. Annie waited for more and felt Nancy's slick thumb draw creamy little circles before pressing gently on the entry hole into her slick exposed puckered rosebud.
Feeling they were putting on too overt a public display, "You can never be too careful." Nancy sang out as she slapped Annie playfully on the shapely bum before standing up and reclining on her own chaise.
"Oh Nancy, that was wonderful" purred Annie with more than a hint of disappointment.
Annie in a contented and relaxed state listened as Nancy continued a one-sided conversation. Apparently her husband Rick is an airline pilot who commutes long distances from their nearby home to a hub that is the basis for his trans-atlantic flights.
"He's gone a lot so what's a girl going to do?" Nancy said rhetorically.
At noon, she heard the chime ringing before seeing Beth walk through the hushed groups announcing the draw for the white elephant raffle. "Gather round all, I'll be back in 5 minutes with the prize and explain the rules to the new comers." she cried out.
Annie still not sure what was going on, rolled over, put her hat on to shield her eyes from the sun. Looking up, her mouth dropped in amazement, as she saw Beth leading a blind folded Brice onto the pool side patio. With only an open Hawaiian shirt and flip flops, Brice walked carefully beside Beth holding her arm. He walked with enough swagger to flaunt his monstrous package causing it to sway back and forth enticingly in front of him. He was firm but not full, he was engorged but not hard, he was very desireable.
"Remember, the money all goes to the Ladies Auxiliary fund and we only use for goods and services for the ladies at the club. The food and wine you are enjoying today are courtesy of this fund. The rules are that if we draw your ticket you win an hour in cabin seven with the White Elephant. Congratulations. If win and don't want the item (pointing at Brice's pulsing package), it will be resold and half of the resell money will come to you. If you want the goods, just nod.
There were a lot of nods, both to show they understood, but also that they wanted the goods.
"Number 53." came the cry. An older woman yelps, looks surprised, puts up her hand expectantly, but her friend with a disapproving look, warns her off the idea. The woman slowly shakes her head to decline the present
Beth shakes her head in disbelief and continues, "We have a winner who wants to resell. Ok then, do we have an offer - $25?"
"Yes" came a chorus of voices
"$50"
"Yes" a smaller still large number of voices rang out.