Eleanor woke me on Saturday morning in the best possible way, by sucking and licking my prick to a raging hardness. It didn't take long, my memories of her heated body writhing against mine in the night were still vivid in my mind. It took her only moments to get me hard, then she smiled, kissed me gently on the mouth and straddled me, lowering herself slowly onto my pole. She was wet, she was ready and with only a couple of wiggles to spread her juices, I was in her as far as my prick could reach.
Eleanor sighed, a soft smile on her face. "Damn, but that feels good!"
I reached up to caress her breasts. "Sure does," I murmured.
She pressed my hands against her, grinning. "So does that." She began to rise and fall on my prick, gently, just taking it easy. I let my hands play with her breasts, my thumbs rubbing lightly over her nipples, rigid, rosy in the morning light through the drapes. Neither of us wanted to hurry the moment and it was a while before Eleanor's breathing deepened, quickened, a faint sheen of sweat on her brow as she rose and fell. She was moving a little faster now and I began to thrust up into her as she came down, our hips moving together like a well-oiled machine, the liquid slither clearly audible in the quiet of the room.
Eleanor didn't speak, but her stifled gasp as her climax hit her only echoed my own as my hips jerked in reflex, my prick trying to bury itself inside her. Eleanor collapsed across me, my prick slowly softening inside her and I reached my arms up to hug her to me. We lay, unspeaking, our breathing slowly easing and it was only when my shrinking prick finally slithered from her welcoming pussy that Eleanor sat up, gazing at me, the ghost of a smile on her face. I blew her a kiss and her smile broadened.
"That was good," she said, her tone positive.
"Yes, it was."
She eased herself off the bed. "Come on, Bob. We'll shower, then get some breakfast, and after that we have some visitor passes to use, don't we?"
"We do. We do, indeed."
We enjoyed our sail along Lake Erin in Charlie's boat, but now it was time for us to check out Teal Island. The island had a dock and it was about eleven when I tied the mooring lines. I guessed someone would come to check us out and sure enough a figure came along the dock towards us, a young blonde girl wearing only a baseball cap and a wide smile, confident in her unadorned, slender beauty. "Hi, folks," she greeted us, "you're either lost or you know what this place is."
I showed her the visitors' passes. "I'm Bob Archer and this is Eleanor Sheldon."
She nodded and shook our hands. "I'm Katy Binns, duty slave today. We do ask visitors to undress, okay? It's not compulsory, but we find visitors are quite often more comfortable if they do."
"Of course," said Eleanor, disappearing into the cabin and reappearing in moments, naked. "Come on, Bob."
I dived inside and stripped, rejoining the two women on the dock. I don't know what it is, but their eyes dropped to my groin and lifted in perfect synchronisation. Eleanor took my hand. "Katy will show us around."
"Follow me," said our guide and I had the pleasure of watching her neat athletic ass tick-tocking ahead of us. A sideways glance at Eleanor caught her fighting a laugh. I grinned. Katy paused. "Over here is the main lounge. We have dining facilities and a bar. Over there are the cabins. They can be rented by members, or there are small clearings scattered around for camping. They take six to eight tents each." She walked on for a while. "Tennis courts, swimming pool and a space for volleyball."
Everywhere there were people enjoying themselves, just like any holiday place, except that all of them were naked. There were some very attractive women, sure, but there were all sizes, shapes and ages of both sexes. I looked at my companion again. Yes, Eleanor was as good-looking as any of them. The only thing that marked us out were the bands of whiter skin normally concealed by our swim suits. 'Cotton-tails', I believe, is the relevant description.
A youthful-looking older woman was passing by but she suddenly stopped. "Eleanor! Eleanor Sheldon! I don't believe it."
A broad smile spread across Eleanor's face. "Madeleine, good to see you." Eleanor stepped away from me into the other woman's embrace.
Katy touched my arm. "I think you've seen 'most everything. If you want to ask any questions, I'll be in the office." She pointed. "Please stop by before you leave, okay? And enjoy the rest of your visit." She smiled and walked lithely away. Mmm, I could watch that ass for hours. . .
Hand in hand, Eleanor and the older woman came over to me. "Madeleine, this is Bob Archer. Bob, I'd like you to meet Madeleine Karstens. Maddy is an old friend of our family." Eleanor took my hand and turned to face Madeleine. "Bob's my lover, Maddy."
A brief expression of shock passed over Madeleine's face, followed by a delighted look and a broad grin. "You've ditched Dan?"
"I'm in the process. Meanwhile Bob and I came to see what it was like here, before we go back to the Lodge and fuck the night away."
"Good for you, Eleanor." Madeleine's glance flickered down, then up. She looked me in the eye while addressing Eleanor. "I'm jealous."
Eleanor glanced at me enquiringly. I didn't know what she wanted, but I nodded. She turned to Madeleine. "Why don't you join us?"
Shock and delight ran through me. Somehow managing to remain impassive, I looked at Madeleine whose own face was a mask which slowly mutated into a grin of sexual hunger, and promise.
"I would be delighted," said Madeleine, a longing in her tone. "But why don't
you
join
me
? I have a cabin. Josie was coming, but she had to go to the coast. Emergency of some sort." Madeleine shrugged, laughing. "So I came by myself." She looked straight at me. "The bed's king size."
Eleanor laughed and squeezed my fingers. "Think you're up to it."
I grinned. "I think so, and I think you'd better get me indoors before I embarrass us." I indicated my stiffening prick. Madeleine giggled.
"This way," she said.
The cabin was small, designed for holiday use. A kitchen-diner annex led off the living-room. There was one bedroom and a bathroom. The bed was indeed king size and Madeleine correctly interpreted my sudden curiosity.
"Me and Josie?" she said with a grin.
I nodded, slightly embarrassed.
"I like the taste of a pussy as much as the feel of a prick. Don't I, Eleanor?" Madeleine said, sitting on the bed.
Eleanor gave me a rueful look, nodding. "You certainly do, Maddy. And I have to say, your tongue comes a close second to Bob's prick."
"Second, eh? He must be good."
Eleanor squeezed my fingers again. "He is." She glanced across at me, her eyes sparkling. "Shall I tell Maddy how we met?"
I shrugged. "Why not?"
Madeleine looked between us, curious. Eleanor smiled.
"That hopefully soon-to-be-ex-husband of mine?"
"What about him?" Madeleine waited expectantly.
"I knew he was at the Lodge. I wanted to see him, confront him I suppose, preferably on neutral ground, because I had decided I wanted a divorce. Anyway, when I got there, he was half-drunk and had a couple of his bimbos with him. I was in two minds whether to even speak to him when I noticed Bob here getting his face slapped. Not once, but three times, by three different women."
Madeleine's face was alive with curiosity. "Go on."
"Well, Bob was passing and on impulse I asked him what was up. He told me he had accepted a bet that he could get one of the women in the room into bed within the hour. I asked him who the bet was with, although I had a good idea, and when he told me it was Dan I said something like, 'okay, where's your room'?"
Madeleine grinned at me. "And?"