Steve had done well after his move east and become a multimillionaire. Many, many, multi's.
Kathy and I got a text from him in early June:
Got a little place on beach in Costa Rica. Quaint town w/great bar a walk away. Can u guys get down here EOM or sooner. I'll be here to 7/3 but u can stay longer. Will send jet to SNA to get u, take u back. Luv u both- Steve.
We hadn't seen him in almost a year. He'd stayed with us for three days the previous August while he was finishing up some business in the area.
We were sitting at the kitchen table in our robes finishing breakfast. Kathy smiled a lecherous smile across at me and got that smokey look in her eyes. "I'm good until August, how 'bout you?" She ran a toe up my inner thigh while taking a sip of coffee.
I mentally sorted through my calendar. "I've got a project until the end of the month and I can't leave it. We'll have from the 30th to the 7th though, so yeah, let him know. Sounds like we could do it."
"I mean," she quipped, "how can we say no. It's Steve, right?"
I took a sip of coffee and nodded my head. "Exactly. It's Steve." The smoke in her eyes said we were on the same wavelength, thinking the same thing: our first time together, the three of us.
He replied quickly, telling us to bring nothing but light clothing- shorts, short sleeves, and bathing suits. He was pretty specific about Kathy's. She had several but absolutely had to bring the powder blue two-piece.
She laughed when she read it. "He just likes that one because there's almost no pieces to those two pieces."
She was right: a couple of sky blue triangles that barely covered her nipples and a patch that did little to cover her femininity. When she walked by, men couldn't help but look. And the women they were with couldn't help but swat them on the back of the head when they did. Even at 32, she wore it well. "He just likes to watch you take it off!" I chided back.
It was a 6 hour flight, The plane was small but incredibly comfortable. "I could get used to this," Kathy said as we sat facing each other eating chicken tacos and drinking rum with whatever mixer was in the cabin.
"I'll see if finance can get one for the firm," I laughed out loud.
"Ya think?"
We landed at dusk and were pretty toasted by then. Steve was standing next to the open limo door.
He walked up to us, all smiles. "Hey guys, long time no see!" He and I shook hands and hugged warmly. "I'm so glad you could make it." He moved toward Kathy, and she toward him.
"Oh god, we've missed you!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. He ran his hands down her body, to her hips. He squeezed her butt in a sensual embrace. She was horny; a little alcohol did that to her. Steve and I looked at each other and smiled: she would be insatiable tonight.
Kathy and I sat facing him. He was facing forward. There was a cordial quiet full of nervous anticipation, sexual tension. Their eyes were locked on each other, mentally unbuttoning a blouse or unbuckling a belt. Kathy was squirming in her seat He had to periodically adjust his pants. I felt like a chaperon keeping a couple of teenagers' hands off each other.
"Diego, this is Michael and Kathy... Smith..." he said, addressing the desk clerk, "and they will be my guests."
"Si, senior Steve," he replied, "they will need keys, no?"
"Yes, ah, si por favor," he replied as he and Kathy quickly exited toward the cabanas, both laughing.
The lobby was small with a sofa and a pair of side chairs on either side of the entrance. Worn ochre Spanish tile led up to the counter, out to an atrium, a dimly lit lounge on the left, and a coffee counter on the right. A set of stairs led up to the restaurant.
I waited behind, patiently waiting for Diego to find the keys. It didn't take long, really. I lingered in the lobby looking at pamphlets and a jungle poster with captions in Spanish. Finally I picked up the luggage and headed toward our cabana.
Eight modest cabanas, four on each side, opened onto the atrium. Palms, ferns, flowering shrubs, and a creek-like water feature meandered the entire length until it drained into a kidney shaped pool. Looking out over the pool and several other water features was our cabana, the largest of the nine.
I had a good idea of what I would see when I opened the door. I set the luggage down next to the door. "Can't leave you two alone for a minute, can I!" I said in mock shock.
They were both naked, on the bed, heavily involved in a frantic 69.
Kathy disengaged his thick, fully engorged, cock from her mouth. "God I've missed this!" she exclaimed, her voice husky with lust, then went back to sucking his cock.
I started taking my off my shirt. While I did, Steve turned around, parted her legs missionary style with his knees, and plunged into her. There was no hesitation, no pause. By the time I had my belt unbuckled and pants unzipped, she was being ruthlessly fucked; there was no mercy in his deep, rapid thrusts. Her gasps and moans became cries rising in pitch and volume,
"Harder damn you Steve," she cried, "faster, oh shit oh god oh yes Steve I'm gonna cum faster harder oh god oh god it's there it's oh god..." her legs wrapped around his thighs, hips thrust up, toes curled, "I cumming Jesus fucking christ..." she pulled his head down to her titis, "bite them hard..." she quivered when he did, "cum on my titis babe..." they kissed, tongues and lips passionately probing, "... on my tits, I want you to cum on my tits."
His staccato pace kept up long enough for me to get out of my shoes, socks, and underwear. He pulled out of her and stroked himself twice. The first of his load spat onto her chin and lower lip, most of the rest in her cleavage, the last dribbles into her naval and abdomen.
Her tongue lapped at the drips on her lip. He pushed what was on her chin up to her lips. He moved her torso until she could take his cock, still dripping strings of semen, into her mouth.
