I nearly choked on my bacon. After a wonderful night and morning with Stacey, standing at our breakfast table was the bartender from last night asking to join us.
Stacey took the lead. "Of course you can join us, after all you are the one he said he was going to marry."
I looked for any sign of jealousy in Stacey when she said that, all I saw was interest and a sly, perhaps mischievous grin.
"I'm Karen." She said as she sat down. A waiter approached right away and she ordered coffee.
"I bartend here at the hotel at night and they let me use their pool. I saw you guys and thought I'd say hello. So, hello!"
Stacey continued the conversation with Karen and I studied her. She was late 30's. Long, dark hair. She was tan, I could tell by her skin she had spent a lifetime in the sun, beach, not tanning bed. Her skin looked good, not leathery like some, just lovely and brown. Her teeth were white and her blue eyes were perceptive.
As she and Stacey spoke, occasionally she would look my way, but her focus was on Stacey. At the bar last night her boobs looked much bigger than they were today. She must use a push-up bra or something to assist with getting tips.
They really hit it off. We learned she was putting herself through school by tending bar, but once she got her degree she found she made more money pouring drinks than teaching and she preferred the adult clients to dealing with teenagers, though some nights she admitted there wasn't much difference.
"I'm going to lay out by the pool." She said looking my way. "My shift here doesn't start until later tonight, if you two don't have plans, meet me at the pool after you finish your breakfast."
Stacey looked at me. I looked at her, trying to pick up on her thought process. She started laughing and looked at Karen. "He doesn't know what to do."
She reached out and grabbed my hand. "It's okay to look, Ken." Then she looked at Karen. "You are beautiful. We will see you there in a little while. I'm looking forward to it. If anything, just to continue to watch him squirm."
I breathed a sigh of relief. As Karen got up and walked away, the view was nice. I looked at Stacey and, as if she were reading my mind, "That girl has an ass that won't quit. Can't wait to see her in a bikini."
We finished our meal and headed back to our room to change. As I waited for Stacey my mind went to all kinds of places. She came out wearing a bikini covered with a netting coverall.
"Okay my friend, here is the deal. You can look. But I don't know about touch. Promise me you will only do what I tell you to do. Fantasize all you want. After all, you are a man. But don't do anything without my say so."
This wasn't said with insecurity or jealousy. Stacey made that comment with an air of authority. The sense of her control turned me on. I stood up and kissed her hard, grabbing her butt with both of my hands and pulling her into me. She moaned.
"I am yours to do with as you please."
We took the elevator to the pool deck. It was on top of a five floor parking garage. A tiki bar was at one corner with a bored looking bartender leaning on his bar. He was oogling our friend. There was plenty to oogle.
She was in a lounge chair laying on her stomach in a bright yellow bikini. Her hair was spread all over her back and her bottoms were Brazilian cut, exposing a lovely, round, brown, oiled ass
"Damn!"
I was thinking my thoughts had slipped out until I realized Stacey was the one that had made the comment.
"I'll second that."
"Bet your ass you will." She smiled. "Go get us some bloody Mary's, three of them, double shots."
"Coming right up." I detoured to to the bar.
When I returned with the drinks Karen had turned over and Stacey had taken a lounger two spots down.
"Thank you babe!" For being such a good boy you get to lay between us."
I took that comment in about ten different ways, scared to believe in any of the fifty or so scenarios playing out in my head at that moment.
I gave each of them their drink. As I handed Karen hers, our fingers touched on the glass, I thought hers lingered on mine for a moment as she looked at me.
"A toast." Stacey said lifting up her drink. "Hoping today will be full of smiles and yumminess."
"Here here." Karen touched her glass to ours. I watched her eye Stacey as she sipped her drink. Then I watched her delicately dab her tongue on the rim of her glasses, picking up a bit of the seasoned salt that was on it.
The late morning turned into early afternoon as we talked and drank and laughed. We all took turns sharing stories. How long had we been dating (a few months), where we were from, careers, etc.
As the alcohol flowed so did the day. We changed from bloody Mary's to vodka and cran's. After several hours, all three of us were feeling good.
The hotel provided floats for the pool so both Stacy and Karen got on the floats. I pushed them around the pool and as we talked, gave Stacey a pretty thorough head to toe massage.
"Awe babe that felt wonderful. Your hands are yummy. Karen, I bet you are sore from all that bartending aren't you?" Without waiting for a response she said. "Ken rub her down like you did me."
Even in the cool water of the pool I felt my cock jump. "If you insist. A man's work is never done. Karen is that okay?"
She looked at me then looked at Stacey. They were both laying on their backs on the floats facing each other. Karen reached out for Stacey's hand and held it.
"You may proceed sir." She said in a heavy British accent.
I stood behind Karen and began rubbing her shoulders. The pool was about 5 feet deep so I could just see over her head. I watched Stacey watch me as I rubbed Karen.
"Oh my that feels good."
I slid my fingers up her neck through her thick hair and massaged her scalp. I watched her as she let go of Stacey's hand and placed her hand on Stacey's upper thigh. Stacey's hand went to the same spot on Karen. They were both breathing heavier.
I slid to the other side of Karen and massaged her arm. Working my way down her forearm to her hand and fingers. I used both of my hands to massage each of her fingers.
She moaned. "Damn Stacey. Where did you find him? I want one just like him. This feels so good."
Stacey continued rubbing Karen's thigh. "I could be persuaded to loan him out from time to time.'
I was standing beside Karen at this point. We had been drifting around the pool and were in about three feet of water as I released her hand and began massaging her leg. I started at her ankles and worked my way up her leg.
As I got to her thigh, her hand I had been rubbing was floating in the water. It drifted against my suit. I was sporting a supreme erection. Karen's hand grasped it through my suit. I froze.
"Um, Stacey, it seems that your man here is in a state of, excitement if you catch my drift."
Stacey looked at Karen, then looked at me, then followed Karen's arm, wrist and then her hand holding my cock through my suit.
She smiled. "Yes, it seems as though his body is reacting to you. Or to us. What pray tell do you think we should do about that?"
"I suppose," Karrn started, not letting go of my throbbing cock, squeezing it in small, firm squeezes. "That he deserves a treat for his behavior today. Would you agree?"
