This story deals with sex between a young married couple and their discovery of each other and of having sex with the members of the same sex. It also has paid sex, or prostitution, as well as Group sex. I have placed it in Gay Male because it is mainly about a young man's discovery of sex with another man.
We were married and we were also broke. We were miles away from home on a sort of honeymoon. We had been married six months but we had just now had the money and the opportunity to take a short honeymoon. We flew from our home in Washington to Miami Beach in the worst of Washington's winter. To escape the rain and the cold was exhilarating. Lele, my wife, and myself, Don were walking around the beach in our swim suits. Collins Avenue with it's rows of luxury hotels were awe inspiring to Lele and I. Of course we had to take the economy trip and were staying in a lower caste hotel well off of Collins.
We were giggling and happy as any two young people could be, as we walked into our hotel room. I knew that something was wrong as soon as we walked in. Our suit cases were gone, as well as the clothes we had hanging in the . We did find some clothes we had put on the floor of the closet for our next trip to the nearby laundry mat. I looked under the mattress where I had hidden our wallets. They were gone. I later found that under the mattress was the first place that thieves looked. I ran to the phone to call my parents in Washington. The phone rang and rang. That was just great. My parents had taken off, as we knew they would, for a long holiday weekend. They would be traveling in the mountains in their large RV. In the mountains there was no cell phone service.
Lele's parents had been gone the same time we had. They also were out of touch till their cruise ship reached Alaska. I made several calls to friends that could help us out. No one was home. It was as if the world outside on Miami Beach had ceased to exist. To make matters worse we were starting to feel hunger pains. We went to the desk and were told that the hotel wasn't responsible for our loss. They were so hostile about it that we suspected that some one in the staff had actually robbed us. We walked to a small park near the ocean and tried to assuage our hunger. There was a mission on south beach that fed people but that was at least ten miles down to the end of Collins Avenue.
The clothes we found still in our room were a pair of cut off shorts for me and a tee shirt. Lele had put a thin wrap around dress that was designed to be worn as a top for swimming suits. I was thinking that it was a good thing we were in balmy Miami Beach. It was warm and the couple were at least not cold and hungry. Just hungry. They had walked about a mile down Collins avenue and they were getting tired."Look...we don't have to walk," Lele walked off the sidewalk and stuck out her hand in the thumbs up position as she walked. I walked next to the street but kept to the sidewalk. We had went less than two blocks when a shiny new car pulled over.
"Hey do you need a ride or something else.?"
I thought, "what else could we want?" Then it hit me. Many young girls used Collins avenue to catch a ride with a guy looking for a quick blow job. Lele was the one that really surprised me. She hopped into the front seat, looking back at as I climbed in the rear seat.
"Thanks...we were trying to walk to South Beach," she said
"Whew," the driver, who seemed to be in his fifties, but well dressed, " that's ambitious...it's a long way there."
"Yeah we know," lele said, "How far are you going down Collins?"
"That all depends...I was hoping...well I thought that you might be one of the girls that wanted to make some money."
I got ready to bail out. I saw Lele turn and look at the guy. "What do you have to offer?"
"Is your guy ok with it?" Lele turned and looked at me and I saw the desperation in her eye's. They seemed to say, "Please don't fuck this up."
"Yeah...my husband's ok," Lele said. I noticed that she had slid over a little toward the driver. She turned to look back at me. She mouthed that she loved me. Her eyes made the sign to let her do what she had to do. I gulped down my heart, which had risen to my throat. Lee knew the minute the car pulled over. It was dawning on me that the man was looking for some sort of sex, like perhaps a blow job. The driver turned and looked at me as he stopped for a light. I saw his eyes glance at my thighs. My crotch was barely hidden by the shorts. he then lifted his eyes and looked into mine.
"I have never did this before," the man was telling Lele. I have heard that it's a good place to drive down to pick up a girl. I didn't realized that you're with someone...but that's ok...that's ok." He relaxed then, "If he's alright with it then so am I." What the hell was he talking about. I felt a knot form in my gut as I realized that he was talking about a blow job. "Look...you guy's aren't cops are you?"
"No we aren't cops." Lele and I answered as one. Then I remembered an article I read that same morning in the Miami Beach Sun. It was all about how a guy would pick up a girl hitch hiker and offer her money for sex, only to suddenly see a blue light in his rear view. It made the guy's looking for sex real nervous.
He turned off Collins toward the beach and pulled up to a parking space that was facing a brick wall and then the sandy beach. He shut the engine off. The car was new and silent in the first place, but as soon as he turned off the engine it was deathly quite in the car."Prove you aren't cops...show me something...show me her breast." he was breathing rapidly.
I reached around Lele, as if in a trance. I pushed the wrap around down releasing her bikini covered breast. Lele turned her head for a kiss. I kissed her and pulled the left half of her bra down. Her soft breast sprang out. "Ok now you show us something," Lele having never did this sure seemed to know a lot about it. The driver lifted up and undid his pants. With a quick movement he pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees. What popped up in the light of a street lamp was a cock. Not only a cock but a cock that was half again as large as my seven inch one. It was thicker also. I realized that I was still holding Lele's breast out. I saw that her nipple had grown. It usually grew like this when ever we would began to mess around with each other. The driver had turned in his seat to face my wife.
"Ok so we proved that we aren't cops," he said. I saw Lele's hand reach out and take his hard cock in her hand.
"Ok what do you want and what do you offer." I was shocked that Lele was acting like this was something she did all the time.
This time the man was well relaxed and eager, "I want you to give me a slow long blow job."