The lengthy drive to our cabin at the naturist resort has become routine by now. Also routine is Cyan rushing around the cabin after our arrival, cussing about this or that where the resort housekeeping staff had done or not done something they were or weren't supposed to. I've learned to stay the hell out of the way of this particular warpath, standing by to respond to the occasional barked request.
The amusement
I
get is watching her flitting around the cabin and the yard wearing nothing. After our many years together she is still a major eyeful; many of the men walking by our digs with or without a partner in tow have some difficulty suppressing their erections if she's outside watering the hanging plants, stretching to reach, with her Swedish heritage very much on display. The other mature ladies at the resort wear their Midwest upbringing on their bodies; Cyan's California-slender physique is very much the exception.
"Andrew's going to be here around eleven tomorrow," she reminds me. Andrew is one of the gentlemen callers she sees at the resort.
"Yes, I know. Don't forget about Tony, too," I reply. "Around sunset."
Tony is a new friend we met three weeks ago. He'll be staying the night with us.
"Gawd. I hope Andrew doesn't screw with our schedule like he usually does."
"Tony's cool working around it, remember?"
"Yeah. He thinks my juggling two guys is
hot
."
"Three, dear. And it
is
arousing. See?"
"You're dripping! Lemme have that!"
She pulls me to her to wipe the tip of my penis against her clit. She is convinced that the testosterone in pre-cum is a sexual stimulant for her. I certainly don't object!
I caution, "Let's not use me up tonight. What are Andrew's plans? Last you said it was going to be the three of us in the woods, right?"
"For starters. We'll play a little out there and come back here so you can watch us fuck in bed."
"Sounds like a plan. It would be nice if he doesn't flake out again."
"Yeah. That." She shakes her head.
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Eleven o'clock comes and goes. Long story short, he flakes out again. The excuse doesn't matter any more. All talk, no action.