Seven
The fun comes to an end.
We were both nude in the lounge, I'd shared the remaining champagne and we were walking to the bar with the empty bottle and glasses when our food arrived, the blue collared girl who brought it fascinated by my still erect cock, even though it was flagging a little by now.
We sat at the small table and ate it; she'd got me a large steak, 'to keep my strength up'. Half way through the meal she ran for her pad, ordering coffee. "It'll be delivered when we've finished, and besides, she can get a second look at your dick and be envious of me," she said with a giggle.
We had finished by the time the coffee arrived, she had me answer the door, this time to a different maid and she made two girls envious.
"What shall we do now?" she asked as she sipped her coffee next to me.
"Well you could rub some more cream in, preventative measures."
"Oh you." She nudged me.
"I don't know shall we go out, it's going down now."
She glanced down at it. "Where shall we go?"
"I don't know, is there a park near here, I wouldn't mind walking on grass, it'll be a first for me."
"It'll be a first for me too, if you don't count pocket lawns at barbeques."
She retrieved her pad. "There's a nudist park, twenty to join, you think I look nice enough for them to let me in?"
If she was angling for praise I gave it to her. "For someone as pretty as you they should pay you for attracting more members."
She gave me another nudge.
"Finish your coffee and we'll go," she said casually.
Then she looked at me. "I can't believe I said that, I've never been naked outdoors before"
And never in front of a man before either
, I thought. "Nor had I before I came here, some how I'm getting used to it."
"But that's different."
"Tell my skin that."
"Oh you know what I mean."
"Yes, you're doing it because you're feeling daring, no one you know will see you and here people don't care, they're too hungry for our credits."
"Oh don't spoil it with politics, let's just enjoy ourselves."
"You'd better check the rules, I don't want you to accidentally break the law."
"I will, now drink your coffee and we'll go while I'm brave enough to think that this is a good idea."
"Just remember no touching," I said sternly. "And no rude gestures, that's in there as well."
"We'll see what the others are doing when we get there."
We found some shady trees, loungers already laid out. They had nude slaves here, most with red collars, native slaves doing their two years, a very different two years to the two I had served for my home world.
The canopy above had been modified to give more sunshine and warmth; people were lying on blankets with one group having a picnic. There was no sex I could see but there were bushes as well, people touched and kissed, did natural things.
I got Hillie to talk more of home while we drank iced tea.
She confessed to thinking she was Bi, Her only experience of lesbian sex was with the other girls who thought she should be the feminine submissive while they were butch, she hated it but liked the sex, licking and playing with their breasts and pussies had turned her on.
She's not surrendered her virginity to either dildo or penis and had sucked and masturbated many boys, let them cum on her breasts and face, but she's never let them go further than sixty nining with her panties still on, with few real orgasms.
She liked girls licking her too, Sara had had Cara and Kaira lick her as penalties, they knew where and how to lick unlike most of the boys. Bryon had convinced her he loved her and flattered, pandered, cajoled her into giving up her virginity on the grad ball and she had convinced herself that she love him enough to let him.
I wanted to comfort her at the last part. My girl had dumped me before the graduation ball and it had hit me hard, which was why I did my service at eighteen instead of the scheduled twentieth birthday.
My life, I told her, had been quite regimented. I didn't tell her it was in part because I was going to inherit the titular headship of the family, and while he had no real power my father played an important role behind the scenes, I was educated to follow.
I told her about living in space, hopping asteroid to asteroid to visit, I told her about my two first girlfriends and our fumbling fucks, condoms and all because they couldn't get the pill legally. I told her of the lonely time hunting asteroids, of coming to terms with who I was.
It was tea time before we got up to eat back at the hotel. Sara and the others arrived back late finding us playing cards and drinking coffee. They were more concerned with getting changed and getting something to eat than us and within half an hour were on the way out again.
Hillie was cautioned 'not to use me up' but going on Sara's performance last night even if she was only half as drunk I could get away with servicing her okay. I turned to her as the door shut.
"Do you want to play a different game?"
"Should I wear my holey tights?"
"Only if you think you can keep them on."
She giggled and ran to her room. After a few minutes she popped her head out the door. "Shall we play in here?"
I picked up the cards and joined her, my cock already twitching at the thought of the sex that would follow when we played. She was naked with a small bandana tied around her neck, she took my hand and led me to the bed.
She took the cards from my hand and dropped them. "We don't need to play cards."
She took me and we fell kissing onto the bed, my cock now rock hard as it lay along her thigh. My cock got a little sore as she sucked me, I let her finish before I told her then insisted that it was okay to carry on because I could still pleasure her, just that there would be no lovemaking at the end.
She enjoyed it, cumming twice but it wasn't the same, she insisted on rubbing more cream on it and treated it very gingerly when she did. After she dressed again and we moved back out into the lounge for when the others came back.
Hillie awoke me sleeping on the settee.
"Why didn't you come to my bed, or at least sleep in hers."
"I don't know, I don't remember falling asleep."
"I bet your all stiff, sleeping there all night."
I swung my legs out and sat up. "I could do with a coffee."
Hillies fingers danced on her pad. "It's on its way," she said, sitting next to me.
She looked down at my cock. "How is it this morning?"
"All the better for not having to fuck anymore last night," I said. "You want to put some more cream on?"
"It can't hurt."
She went and fetched the cream.
"We should order more; they probably sell it in that shop downstairs."
"No, I'll take better care," I said.
"Well stand up then I can't do it all cramped down there."
We didn't hear the door knock or she didn't for the next thing there was a maid holding a tray and staring at us, looking for all the world that Hillie was stroking me off. She let my cock drop, or bouncing and stuck out horizontally to be precise, and went to grab the tray.
She laughed when she went to set the tray down, "They must think were sex maniacs, yesterday we were naked and today this."
"There was a lot worse in my last hotel, there was one girl getting cum drenched in the lobby there."
"Really!"
"I got propositioned twice by mistress's leading slaves."
"As a woman you get propositioned all the time."
"Not by naked slaves who beg you to fuck them."
"Well no, but men have got roving hands."
"That's our testosterone gene, this place would drive some men mad."
She handed me my coffee. "It's also liberating, seeing everything so open."
"There's twice as much hidden, and a lot of that's much darker than you'd believe."
"Don't be depressing; you're like my mother, always warnings about the bad things."
"They're facts of life, but you're right. Let's go and get breakfast, I'm deflated again."
"Yes, and then we can decide where to spend the morning."
We returned upstairs after breakfast, Hillie had located the others, they were in a hotel some miles away, in separate rooms when she zoomed in. We were undecided whether to go out, never mind where and settled for going up to the roof garden while she set the tracking alarm for five hundred metres to cover our suite.
The roof garden had flowers in boxes and artificial grass but it did have a splendid view down and I felt a little bit lighter. They had coffee on tap too. We talked of our futures, she wanted to go to earth, explore the moon for lost artefacts.
She was realistic enough to know she stood little chance, she'd have to get sponsorship, permissions and a first class degree, the nearest she'd get to that was doing her degree in ancient history. I talked about settling down at home with a little nest egg, following my family into trading, dealing with crooks like the people who ran this place.
