CHAPTER 3: ISLAND FUN -- THE BOYS
"Would you please help us?" I lowered my large sunglasses down my nose as if I hadn't noticed him. I was reclined on one of the beach lounge chairs alongside the volleyball area. I had a paperback open and a floppy hat on my head. While I had the look of someone engrossed in reading, I had selected the location deliberately. Five guys were playing volleyball. Three on one side, which left two on the other. The two were magnificent specimens of maleness: roughly six feet tall, athletic muscular shapes, and black. They looked like college athletes on vacation to the point that I wondered if it might be semester break. I had even been watching with interest when, after losing yet another point against the three, this young man had looked around at the sunbathers and focused on me. I had been watching him and his partner for some time, actually. When he called time and stepped in my direction, my eyes had focused like a laser on his cock swaying in front of him. Both he and his friend had large, thick cocks. Maybe not quite as large as Adam but I had decided Adam had to be some kind of freak of nature. But, not by much apparently judging by what was swaying in front of him as he approached.
After lowering my glasses to show my eyes, I fought myself to shift my eyes up to his face. "I'm sorry... what did you say?"
"My friend and I were hoping you might help us against those guys. You look fit and athletic." I continue to watch him. I hadn't much experience with volleyball and told him as much. "That's okay. The rules are pretty loose. Please?"
He put his hand out to me. He was very confident. He was very good looking. He was very young. And that was exciting, too. I was so much older and he was asking me...
I dropped my feet to either side of the chair which parted my thighs, reached up, and he assisted me to my feet. I dropped my glasses and book on the lounger, I saw him fight to move his eyes from my pussy. He turned and I jogged with him back to the game. He made the introductions quickly. His name was Jason and his friend was Michael. He had us spread out on the court and had me start behind them. They instinctively bent over to await the serve... talk about distracting! Two dark, tight butts in front of me.
I surprised myself... and them, I think. With the loose rules allowing bad hits and palming, I made an impact. The guys were right about being able to win because it soon became a lopsided contest as I was able to fill the gap in coverage just enough to keep the ball in play. Soon, I was jumping at the net and diving for balls like them. We beat that team badly and the next several teams that formed in a kind of 'winner keeps playing' kind of thing.
When we were hot and thirsty, we agreed to relinquish the court and move to the beach bar. I was covered in sand sticking to my sweaty body. As I moved to the lounger to retrieve my sunglasses, I tried brushing the sand off. Soon, Jason and Michael were both brushing their hands over my body, front and back, to assist me. The brushing of hands transitioned to stroking very quickly, though. They had most of the sand off me when their hands and fingers became focused on my breasts, nipples, and pussy. I leaned into them, remembering the resort rules against overt sex on the resort's public areas. But I was smiling as I reminded them.
After several drinks, they took me to the water where the rest of the sand was washed away. In deeper water, their touching was unseen and I didn't resist. I had my arms around the necks of both of them as each held a leg. Their other hands were busy on my opened body with my breasts, nipples, pussy, clit and asshole being stroked. It was very exciting and felt outrageous. I was facing the beach. I could see all the people there, the next volleyball game, the walkers, the waders in the shallows, the sunbathers, some naked, some topless, some wearing suits. And I was being fondled my two attractive, exciting young men and nobody could really see it.
Or could they. Maybe not really see, but I found the lifeguard watching us too closely. I pointed that out to the guys and they mumbled in frustration. Their frustration? At that very moment, they each had a finger inside my pussy. Reluctantly, for all of us it seemed, they removed their fingers and lowered me until my feet were on the bottom. The water was at their chest at the time. By the time my feet were touching bottom, my face was turned up to breath. The guys laughed, picked me up, and moved me closer to shore. I begged off anything more. I needed a shower and rest. They asked to meet up at the club tonight. I quickly agreed.
I had taken a much needed shower, ordered room-service for dinner and took a nap, also much needed. I woke naturally before the alarm sounded and felt refreshed. My body was already beginning to tingle as I began preparing to meet Jason and Michael. After fussing over my hair and makeup, I stood naked in front of the small closet. I didn't have that many options but there was still an outfit I hadn't already worn for dress-up. It was a bit more casual but would still be good for the club. I pulled a sleeveless white button-up blouse and held it up to the light. As I remembered, it was a bit transparent. The skirt I brought for it was short, above mid-thigh, and pleated. I knew it would fly up some if I spun (I tried it before the mirrors at the shop). I then selected my black 4" high heels.
Then, I moved to the dresser to consider lingerie. The tingling I felt, in anticipation of meeting the guys who had already shown their eagerness, made the decision for me. I left the bras and chose a white, sheer thong. The white, I knew, would add to the potential of being seen, if I wasn't careful... or, if the guys became sufficiently assertive.
The club was packed by the time I arrived. I ventured into the throng and wondered how I would find Jason and Michael when I felt a touch at my elbow. It was Jason who slid his large hand down my arm, gently took my hand, and created a path to a booth with U-shaped booth around the table. Both guys were in button-down short-sleeve shirts and dark slacks.
I slid into the booth and bumped to the back with the guys on either side of me. Each pulled me into a comfortable kiss. I was thankful at the moment for the subdued lighting. As I touched their chests in the kiss, it hit me that my mind had been remembering them naked. I suppose they may have had the issue about me.
We had a few drinks and talked around the heavy beat of the music by leaning our heads in close to each other, which also had the effect of casually touching. Then, Michael announced it was time to dance. I wondered who it would be first but both slid out of the booth with me, each taking a hand as we snaked our way through the mass of bodies to the dance floor. We danced a song, one in front and back of me, requiring me to turn frequently. At one point, Michael took my hand, raised it over my head and spun me in place. He then looked over my shoulder, smiled hugely and nodded, presumably at Jason. Jason moved in behind me, his hands on my hips, and leaned his mouth next to my ear.
"Your outfit is perfect for having fun, Teresa. You let yourself go this afternoon in the water, are you ready to do that tonight?" I wasn't sure what he was talking about specifically, but I nodded my head enthusiastically. I kept thinking about Ryan and Harold. Ryan had encouraged me to change in a way he didn't understand what the effect would be; Harold had encouraged me to always move forward down the path I wanted without understanding where that path had originated. That path put me with these two guys tonight. This was the path for me and tonight was about these two and the discovery that lay ahead for the three of us. So, yes, my nod was enthusiastically accepting.
The path that is tonight quickly takes shape. As a new set takes form, I have one in front of me and the other behind, each tight to me, each bumping me with their hips. My reaction, my response is to grind my pelvis, then my ass into one, then the other. Their actions were testing, my response to it was enflaming. Jason, at the moment, was behind me. He leaned into me, "You are the sexiest woman here, Teresa. Others are already watching you."
Whether that was true or not, whether that was truth or seductive, it enflamed my already raging emotions, it acted as adding combustible fuel to already burning desire. When their crotches pressed into me front and back, feeling their large cocks against me, I placed my hands on Michaels upper arms and began bumping my own pelvis forward and back into one then the other. Jason's hands were on my sides. We were a tight threesome bumping and grinding to the rhythmic beat of the bass.
Jason turned me so I was facing him. It only shifted who I was ground into where as they both pressed into me, both grinding into my body trapped between two hardening cocks felt through our clothes. Jason leaned back while holding contact at our pelvises. His fingers came to my blouse. I had left two buttons undone, almost to my nipple line to provide occasional cleavage flash. He opened another button as my eyes dropped down to watch. He then turned me back to Michael who immediately opened another. My blouse was now open below my breasts and my earlier decision not to wear a bra allowed my breasts to dance with their own motion with the new freedom. I knew the insides of my breasts were frequently visible as they moved me around. After a few more songs, the remaining buttons were undone, my blouse now held together only by it being tucked into my skirt. Now, as I gyrated, spun, swayed, and hopped, a nipple or breast flashed into view.
The band took a 15 minute break and we retreated to the booth, breathing hard, and blood pumping with the energy of the music and arousal. While waiting for our drinks to arrive, I expected and received the hands of both men. Hidden under the table and low lighting, each took a knee and placed it over their leg. I kissed one, then the other as one hand stroked up my thigh and another slipped inside my gaping blouse. I was sure we were pushing the limits of acceptable behavior but the crowd effectively hid us despite being in public. One finger snaked under my soaked thong, along my drooling pussy, and inside. Other fingers were fondling a breast, rolling and pulling a nipple. All the while, my mouth and lips moved from side to side, never but a moment without thick male lips pressed into mine.
