Even though it appeared that the summer of my wildest fantasies was about to come to a screeching halt, I had one more dream to fulfill. Both Linda and Sharon had expressed an interest in a lesbian hook-up, at least to my way of thinking. And I felt it my duty to do whatever it took to make it happen. Admittedly, I had some selfish motivation. I could think of nothing hotter than seeing Sharon and Linda munching on one another, unless I was a participant as well. What a sendoff that would be!
Clearly, to make this come off, it would require some careful and, perhaps, nefarious planning. Sharon had told me outright that she had no problem with sex with another woman given the right circumstances, and I could see that Linda thought Sharon was pretty hot stuff. The age difference was only more of an attraction.
Sharon called me and suggested we go to her family cabin for a weekend romp since her folks had other commitments and wouldn't be using the place. It was a beautiful spot in the pines, and once we got settled in, we enjoyed some of our typical monkey sex. When we were recuperating, I threw out a teaser.
"You know, I'm finishing up my work with Mrs. Collins, and we ended up having a pretty frank conversation the other day about sex. She revealed to me that she has been lonely and looking for some excitement in her life, and the men she knew just didn't seem to be right. At first I thought she might be hitting on me, but as we talked it sounded more and more like she is thinking seriously about expanding her search to include looking for another woman for a sexual adventure. She alluded to some lesbian flirting around in college with a roommate, and that maybe that was what she really needed--another woman instead of a man.
So I thought, what the hell, this could be pretty hot. I told her that I knew someone who is attracted to her and might be open to some fun--or at least a friendly social interaction. At first she was dismissive, but then she seemed interested, as long as it is all on the QT. The last thing she needs is a scandal before taking on her new job. But she's also moving pretty soon, which is good and bad. Good because it would be a one-time fun-time, and bad because there isn't much time to made it happen."
"Wait. Are you suggesting that I have a lesbian fling with Mrs. Collins? What the hell made you think that, Sammie? I think you're just a tad crazy."
"Well, you said you thought she was hot and you wouldn't mind jumping her bones. And she thinks you are the cutest thing since puppies, except she also thinks you are veeerrrry sexy. I'm just sayin'. But better yet, can you picture having a menage a trois with Mrs. Collins and me? Mrs. Collins seems to be open-minded about that kind of stuff from the way she was talking. I asked her all kinds of questions that were pretty revealing and she didn't balk for a second. I bet she'd go for it. And then she'd be gone so it would be a one-time deal."
"So, I'm supposed to call Mrs. Collins and say, 'Hey, let's fuck. I like your tits.' Jesus, Sammie. What are you thinking?"
"No, no--not at all. Here's what I was thinking...." And I outlined my plan, which was pretty good if I do say so myself. I indicated to Sharon that Mrs. Colins and I had become close confidants since the death of my mother, and she trusted me implicitly, or so she indicated. I would set up a night for Sharon and me to meet with her and have some drinks to socially lubricate everyone. Then we could jump in her spa and take it from there. On paper, it was perfect.
"Listen, Sharon. I admit the hottest thing I can imagine is you and Mrs. Collins just doing some kissing and fondling, but even better, if I could participate, I'd be in heaven. Mrs. Collins once slipped and said something about being obsessed with large penises, so I thought if I could give her a glimpse of mime in the hot tub, it might get the action rolling."
"So be honest, Sammie. You'd like to screw middle-aged Mrs. Collins. That's what this is all about?"
"No, no. You're getting the wrong idea. I just think the poor woman needs some excitement and it seems like you think she's hot, so that is a natural connection. She is a wonderful lady and I feel sorry for her. Honestly, I wouldn't mind joining in if the opportunity arose, but only if you didn't mind. This is a one-time adventure, and nothing is written in stone. Most likely, we'd just have some drinks and get a hot tub soak and nothing more. I'd just thought we could get the ball rolling and see where it ends up."
So even though she seemed skeptical, Sharon eventually accepted the idea with serious reservations. Now I needed to convince Linda. A couple of days after my anal conquest, I was to do a few end-of-the-season chores at her house. She found me in the garage and gave me a hug.
"Hey, remember our conversation about Sharon the other day? Well, Sharon would love to get to know you better, so I thought maybe I could bring her over for drinks and an end of the season soak in your spa. It would be a great chance to relax and meet someone who totally admires you, don't you think?"
"Sure, that sounds great. Sharon seems very sweet. But don't get any big ideas, Sammie. I was just thinking outside the box, so to speak, about Sharon. She's very pretty and sexy, but let's just keep this platonic."
"Of course! That was all I intended. Just an end of the summer meet and greet. I'll do all the leg work. Maybe you can think of some hors' d oeuvres and some decent wines. Sharon loves red wine. Let's shoot for next Saturday night.
And so it was set. Each of us had slightly different expectations, but my hope was that we would come together in the end, no pun intended.
I picked up Sharon after calling and reminding her that this was a spa party and to be sure to bring her sexy two piece bathing suit. When I picked her up she was wearing a loose Hawaiian dress.
"I said this is a spa party. What is it with the army tent?"
"My bathing suit is under this, you idiot. I'm not going out on a date in a bikini."
"My bad. I just like to see your tits. I know they're in there somewhere." I smiled and tried to cop a feel.
"Save it, Romeo. I'm still nervous about this whole idea."
"Relax, we're just going to enjoy the evening. It'll be fun."
We arrived at Linda's and she greeted us in a flowing silk robe cinched tightly at the waist and accentuating her boobs. The evening was warm and beautiful, cloudless and with bright stars twinkling above. We poured drinks and after some small talk, Linda said, "Let's do a soak. The temperature in the spa is perfect.
