As I sit and wait for my next lover to arrive, I smooth the skirted area of my negligee. This time, I am wearing a light pink chiffon baby doll, which falls delicately to the top of my thighs. My breasts are encased in lace, with delicate openings allowing for my nipples and areolas to be exposed. A piece of white bowed ribbon skims underneath my breasts, enhancing my ample cleavage. I wear no underwear. Why would I? A warm breeze billows around the room, whisking my floral scented perfume with it.
I move across the room and stand before the Juliet balcony, taking in the mid-morning view of the busy city. Up here, nice and high, I can watch people going about their everyday lives. Cheekily, I wonder how many of them have already had an orgasm this morning. Not too many, I bet. Maybe they should. Maybe all the adults of the world should start their day with a titillating release. I bet there would be a lot less angst in the world if they did. What’s that saying…a cock a day keeps the doc away? Well, that’s my version anyway.
I look towards the Quay, and watch as the morning sun caresses the busy waterways in the harbour. Long golden fingers skim waves of blueness, back and forth they ebb and flow in each other’s delicate hold. The simplicity lures me in. It reminds me of the first time I had sex near the ocean.
It had been a bright summer’s day, and I had been attending a birthday party down at one of the many beaches not far from my family’s home. With the food all cooked and eaten, most people had settled in for the afternoon, laying back on blankets under the shade of the leafy trees, or in one of the camp chairs many people had brought along with them.
Feigning the need to walk off a too full stomach, my boyfriend Joe and I, headed to the beach. Knowing that we had a little over an hour before the cake would be served, we all but ran the 2 kilometres down to a quieter part of the sand. With panting breaths, we climbed to the top of a small dune, and made our way half way down the other side.
I had deliberately worn a dress that day, knowing that having the chance to have sex on a beach, in broad daylight, was one of those things I had on my sex ‘to do’ list. The possibility of being caught whilst having public sex, has always been a big turn on for me. What would the person do? Would they stand and watch? Would they discreetly move away? Or would they hurl abuse about getting a room? So far, I had never been caught…maybe today was the day.
So, with Joe laying on his back, his erection enclosed in a condom, I lifted the skirt of my dress and mounted him. The angle of the dune allowed our clothed chests to easily rub against each other. The angle also meant that Joe’s cock was rubbing hard against the front wall of my vagina…which almost caused me to instantly climax the moment he entered me. Squatting above him on that angle, allowed for penetration deeper than we had ever achieved before. I remember thinking that I would never want to have sex any other way.
I leant into him, placing my knees high into the sides of his ribs, and with my hands fiercely gripping his shoulders, I started to ride him like a jockey riding for victory in the Melbourne Cup. Up and down my ass moved in short quick motions, gliding back and forth over his slickened cock. Every time a too loud groan escaped my mouth, his lips would silence me.
With the afternoon sun beating down on us, and the roar of the waves crashing in to the shore, it was a perfect spot for a public fuck. Hiding in plain sight, behind the cover of a dune, the ocean dulling the sound for anyone who happened to walk by.
Our first fuck had been hard and fast, lasting only a few minutes. The second was an event to be savoured. Slow and sensual, spine tingling, multiple orgasm inducing, and breath stealing.
With only a few minutes to spare, we made it back in time for cake, and with no one the wiser.
Lost in the memory of my beach fuck, I don’t sense my new lover approaching. The delicate caress of his lips as he kisses the nape of my neck, rouse me from my daydream. As soon as I feel the softness of the sash across my eyes, my breath catches, and my body tingles with awareness of what is to come. I reach up, feeling the cool silkiness of the outer material, which is in stark contrast to the soft fuzziness covering the bridge of my nose.
An all-knowing flutter awakens within me, as I am guided by a large, rough hand, into another room. As we walk, I can hear muffled noises - those unmistakable oohs and aahs of other people fucking. Those sounds that we all make. Sounds that define us solely as human beings, and not by race, colour, religion or gender. Sex noises have no boundaries here in this place, and nor should they.
When we walk into another room, a sudden coolness surrounds me, covering my skin in goose bumps, and enlivening the warmth of my sex in its lulled state. He guides me to sit down, and I feel the plush softness of velvet crumple under my skin, tickling the sensitive lips between my thighs. Gliding in behind me, he shifts himself deeper into the lounge, and then pulls me up onto his denim covered lap with ease. The heat of his chest scorches into my back as the swell of his erection grows underneath me. He places his hands around my hips, splaying them out across my stomach. His fingertips skim downwards to meet the lushness of my bare pussy. Gently he pets the very apex of my mound as warm moist lips fondle the nape of my neck.
“Put your hands around the back of my neck and leave them there,” he commands me softly. I shudder as the warmth of his breath tickles the side of my lobe and flows down over my breasts.
Reaching up, I lace my fingers at the nape of his neck, raising my hips just high enough, so that I can rest the back of my head into the nook of his shoulder. Soft lips nibble my lobe, and his tongue laps at the hollow behind my ear, sending tingles down my spine. Teasing me. Making me want him.
Weakness melds my body to his, and as his hands delve down into the wetness of my inner lips, one finger slowly circles the hood of my clit. Sighing softly, I happily surrender my body to the climax building within me. His wicked finger moves with increased speed upon the thousands of all-too-eager sensory nerves hidden within my clit.
Under the softness of the blindfold I keep my eyes closed. With my sight impaired, all of my other senses are heightened, deliciously and arousingly so. My whole body feels like I have a hundred thousand pinpricks pressing down upon me, all at the same time, awakening an undercurrent of heat that is now surging through every pore in my skin. Erotic intoxication flows through my veins, escalating the staccato of my pulse as it throbs loudly in my head, silencing my ears. As my pulse races, a gentle arousal washes over me.
Gradually he slides his hands down the inside of my thighs. As his fingertips glide along the smoothness of my legs, moist heat coats my skin. Pushing my legs wider apart, he slides his hands down over my knees, reaching further, he locks my ankles in between his muscled calves and the front of the lounge.
Turning my head towards his face I kiss his cheek, trailing my lips across his jaw in search for his mouth.
“Wait,” he whispers in my ear, and I growl my annoyed disapproval.
I cannot tell which of the four remaining men my lover is, and I start to wonder who he might be. His southern American drawl alone, narrows it down to only two men. Logan and Sam. Both have that slow sexy way of speaking, and both had called me Ma’am, when answering my questions at the start of the day. To be honest, the only big difference between them was the size of their cocks. Sam being the bigger of the two. Not that Logan was small, by any means.
My lover shifts me forward on his lap and reaches between my thighs again, stroking through my wetness slowly with one of his hands. From behind me, he releases his cock from his jeans. I feel his hardness press against the small of my back. His heated erection burns against my skin, and I’m sure I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me soon.
His knuckles gently brush along my lower spine as he begins to stroke himself. Up and down, up…and…down. His fisted hand moves slowly, stroking himself from balls to tip, where he pauses, holding his knob in a tight squeeze, before sliding back down. My lover’s knuckles repeatedly skim along my back as they glide along the full length of his cock. His laboured breath comes fast and stutters against the nape of my neck.
I buck against his palm as his fingers continue to stroke between my thighs, itchy and hot with need, I am desperate for another release. A release that is spurred on by his talented touch…just a few more seconds…a few more strokes…and it will be all mine.
Suddenly his body stiffens as he moves quickly, grabbing hold of me so tight that I cry out as he digs his fingers into the soft cheeks of my ass. With startling ease, he lifts me above him, and just when I think, no hope, he is finally going to thrust into me, his arm captures my waist, and we recline so that I am now laying down upon his body. My back against his chest. I lift my feet to rest on his thighs, and feel the coolness of the air as it settles around the flushed heat of my pussy.
My hands are still wedged in between the nape of my lover’s neck and the lounge. I couldn’t release them even if I wanted too. His hot breath flows down across my breasts, and I desperately want him to suck my nipples. My much neglected nipples. One long arm snakes its way across my body, as his left hand reaches down to my mound, brushing the bare skin with his palm. The warmth of two fingers enter me. Slowly, in and out, he finger fucks me, coating his hand with my flowing juices. In and out, in…and…out, his fingers become slicker with each stroke.
My heart begins to pound in my chest, knowing all too well that my climax is building. I start to shift my body, desperate to entice his digits further into me. As soon as I edge my hips higher, angling him deeper within me, he stops moving his fingers, and slides a hand across my stomach to stay my rise.
“Argh!” My annoyed groan hisses between gritted teeth. I'm sure I hear him chuckle.
I feel the hardness of his cock as it is once again nestled into my lower back. It feels large, and slick, coated in the floral scented sweat that is now covering the whole of my body. Oh, how I would love to taste it, taste him, taste the sweet saltiness of his pre cum.
As I lay there upon him, unable to move and with no more stimulus, my breathing slows to a gentle rhythm and my arousal subsides. Still enclosed in the darkness of my blindfold, I relax, cradling my head into the side of his neck.
I have no idea how long I have been dozing, but when I awake I am still lying upon his body, my hands are still tucked in behind his neck, and my thighs are still open, with my feet now lowered to the side of his legs. My lover no longer has an erection, and I quietly sigh my disappointment. Will this seesaw of arousal never end? I feel the warm pitter patter of his breath against the side of my face, and although I sense that he is awake beneath me, he doesn’t speak.
As we lay there quietly, I slowly become aware of other sounds around us. I open my eyes and realise my blindfold has been removed. I stare out into the darkness of the room, blinking to clear the haze, yet I still see nothing.
I close my eyes and focus on the sounds that are becoming louder. Whispers, grunting, and breathing…heavy erratic breathing…Oh! I can hear people having sex! The wonderful acoustics of the room, encourage the primal noises to flow effortlessly in surround sound. It sounds perverted and I love it! Hearing the pounding of other peoples flesh awakens my own arousal, and I clench my knees tight, grinding my inner thighs against the dampness of my pussy.
Soon after I welcome the beginning of my own lover’s renewed arousal, pressing into the hollow of my back. Strong fingers grab my nipples, squeezing them hard. So hard is his grip that I cry out from the wonderful pain that radiates down through my breasts, and into the rest of my body. I squirm through each pinch, thrusting my ass against his groin, as the burn of pleasurable pain takes over.
Once again, he moves his fingers inside me, fingering me hard. I have become so wet, I can feel my silken juices running down the cheeks of my ass. My mouth starts to water. I want to taste my cum. I want him to taste my cum too. And then kiss me, licking the inside of my mouth, sharing my sex with me. And does he? No! He continues to fuck me with long hard strokes of those glorious fingers of his.
With one fluid movement he lifts my waist higher and I feel his fingertips glide their way down my body, and then a lone finger begins to massage my tight little star.
“Yes!” I shout my approval. Oh, how I love anal sex! I place my feet high up onto his legs, and lift my pelvis ready to take in more of him…but he has other ideas.
He thrusts us both forward, so that I am now crouched upon his thighs, he roughly inserts more fingers deep into me, and I gasp at the initial pain he causes. To compensate for the harsh invasion of my pussy, he slows his movements to a gentle petting, and a new warmth spreads its way throughout my belly. With my hands now wrapped around my knees I begin to rock into his palm as it rubs against my mound, and as his fingers continue to stroke inside of me, a ribbon of heat uncoils throughout my body.
As my arousal grows, my gentle rocking becomes a frantic jerking motion and his thumb begins to circle my clit. It’s too much pressure…but at the same time, not enough! As my climax begins to peak I beg him to thrust his fingers faster. Once again he chuckles. I close my eyes, captivated by the growing sensation between my thighs, totally absorbed in its intoxication. He moves his cock, so that the head nestles at my entrance, and I angle my hips desperate to slide down onto him.
But once again, he has other ideas, and I feel his long slickened fingers circle the hard bud of my clit, moving faster and faster. I bite down on my lip, quelling my need to scream, trying to delay the painful rise of my orgasm. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it in.
“Fuck me please!” I beg, thrusting my hips down onto him.
He responds by inserting a lone finger inside of me. One delicious long finger moving in and out, in…and…out, of my tight little star. The movement is in perfect rhythm with all of the other fingers deep inside of my pussy. I climax with a bone crushing shudder, and scream out my pent up release and hear it echo throughout the room, leaving my throat raw.
With my lover’s heavy breathing slowing, and his sweat slickening my back, he stops the fingering of my body. I close my eyes and rest my heavy head back against his shoulder…utterly spent. As the thudding of my pulse roaring in my ears begins to dull, I am once again aware of the sounds of other people having sex, only now they are much louder.
My lover stands us upright, holding me tight around the waist so that I can ward off any sudden onset of dizziness, and then finally, finally, his mouth is on mine. Slowly, his tongue traces a line around my mouth, flicking my cupid’s bow with his moist tip, before nibbling on my lower lip. Holding my head to his, he thrusts his slick muscle in and out of my mouth, tantalising my own tongue, whetting my appetite for more. His kisses are becoming harder and more passionate, bruising my lips as he grazes them with his teeth.
Reaching around, I grab a hold of his ass, digging my nails into his skin, and forcing his body harder against mine as his cock pulses against my belly. He lowers his mouth to my neck, leaving my mouth starved of his kisses. I search for his lips, nibbling along the line of his jaw, biting his ear lobe before entwining my fingers in his hair, forcefully pulling his mouth back to mine.
With a harsh groan emanating deep from within his chest, he lifts me up and thrusts me against the wall. I lock my legs around his waist, and his fingers dig into my ass again, delightfully close to my tight little star. He stills and reaches for something on the wall, and a few seconds later, lights appear around the room. My eyes become a watery blur, as I try to adjust to the blinding brightness of the white glow. My lover is unveiled…it’s Logan. He kisses me again, and slowly slides the head of his cock down over my slick inner lips, and nudges just inside of me.
“Just fuck me!” I cry out in frustration, digging my nails into his shoulders, violently rocking my hips, trying to force his cock all the way inside of me.
With my back hard up against the wall, Logan controls everything we do. By his cocky smile, and the arrogance I can see shining in his eyes, I know he knows it too. Licking his lips, he lowers his head and takes my breast into his mouth, nibbling, sucking, and then biting my tender nipple, before turning his attention to the other one.
I am wound up so tight, I start to pound on his chest with my fists, begging him to fuck me, to finish me off. The heat spreading through my body from this continuous seesaw of arousal, is so over whelming that the room starts to spin, and darkness beckons me in. I can’t take anymore. I hang my head against his shoulder…spent, yet again.
With a tender kiss he awakens me. The sweat covering my body has cooled, and with it, a new found energy lingers in the dampness on my skin. He whispers to me to open my eyes and look around the room. I do as I am told and slowly my eyes begin to focus, and to my astonishment, I discover several other couples in our room. All are having sex, all in different stages, and now with the lights on, I can match the movements to the noises I can hear.
I stare at each couple in turn. Their erotic sounds and movements, awaken the voyeur within me, and arouse me in a completely different way to that of my lover. As I watch the couple closest to us, the man looks up and holds my gaze while he fucks his woman doggy style. He smiles at me and I gasp in horror at being caught. Blushing, I turn away and feel the full length of Logan’s cock fill me fast and hard. I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders, as I grab at him for support.
“Watch them,” he commands, as he slowly increases the speed with which he is fucking me.
Avoiding eye contact with the first couple, I look over to the man and woman at the far side of the room. He is flat on his back, with her straddling him, riding him hard, marking his thigh with the riding crop she yields wildly. Listening to their sex noises, I can tell they are not far from climaxing. He is grunting loudly, his hands gripping hard on her hips, thrusting his cock high up into her, making her scream even louder. The harder he moves, the more ferociously she flays him, claret coloured droplets spray the wall nearest to them. High pitched screams announce her climax to the room, and when she collapses onto his chest, he rolls her under him, and continues to fuck her relentlessly, despite the blood dripping from the welts on his thigh. Soon after, he throws his head back, fiercely grunting his hard earned release to the world.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. My dizzying breath, is in perfect cadence with the man that I had been watching, making my head spin. Logan, who had been watching me, watching them, looks me in the eye and smiles as he slips a finger into my tight little star, and recommences fucking me. I wrap my arms tight around his neck, and close my eyes, surrendering to the sounds of sex filling the room. He grabs my hips, thrusting himself into me harder, as we add our own primal sounds to the mix. I scream out in ecstasy with my final overwhelming release.
When I come to, the room is quiet. I vaguely remember the sounds from the other couples as they gained their release with ours, and recall the added thrill it gave me. Logan carries me back to the lounge and lays me down in front of him. His warmth surrounds my back, and I nestle my head upon his bicep, closing my eyes. Boneless with exhaustion.
Still exhausted, I lean into Logan’s side as we move towards my room. With a smouldering kiss, he leaves me to prepare for my next lover. I walk into my bathroom and am absolutely delighted, and surprised, to find a bubble bath has been drawn for me. On the side of the vanity, is a plate of fresh fruits, cheeses and crusty bread, and a bottle of wine on ice. Tears sting my eyes as relief flows over me. It’s just what I need, especially as my morning sex has left me beyond ravenous. Just looking at the succulent fresh food laid out on the platter, is enough to make my parched mouth water and my stomach groan its approval.
The tantalising array of nourishment makes it difficult to decide what to eat first. I begin with a large green grape, pushing it up with my tongue hard against the roof of my mouth, drinking in its sweetness as it bursts inside of me. I tilt my head back, allowing the juices to flow down my parched throat. I continue to replenish myself with pieces of banana, pineapple, and rock melon. The coolness of the fleshy fruits, soothes the tenderness of my mouth.
I pour a second glass of wine and enjoy the tingling sensation, as it dances across my tongue, cleansing my mouth, refreshing my soul. Nibbling on a small wedge of softened camembert cheese, I discard my baby doll, and step into the warmth of the water.
Bubbles crackle as they dance their way up my legs, and as I sink lower and lower, the oily wetness cocoons my body. The water is soft and gentle, and livened by the sweet scent of peppermint - just what I need to reawaken my mind. I lie back against the hard surface of the tub, and close my eyes, drifting off into a fragrant induced haze.
The scent of peppermint, always reminds me of Christmas candy canes, and by proxy, reminds me of Brodie and Paul. Together with Sara, during grade seven and eight, the four of us would hang out on most weekends.
Looking back now, although our friendships were anything but sexual, there was definitely an undercurrent of innocent sexual tension, that we were all oblivious too.
Many days were spent deep in the bush re-enacting our favourite TV shows, usually with a story line that would always centre on a bad guy stealing away with the girl, who would later be found tied up, and rescued by the good guy.
Funnily enough, when Sara or I wanted to play the role of the baddie, there was always a chorus of complaints from Brodie and Paul - You don’t tie us up tight enough, you take too long to find us, or, it’s our job to save you. Looking back, and knowing who I am now, I know I definitely enjoyed being tied up, and rescued…especially by Brodie.
The weather that Christmas holidays had been miserable and wet, which meant most days were spent inside at either my place, or Sara’s. At my house, we spent many of those hours stowed away in my cubby. Usually with a portable dvd player on a milk crate, snuggle down in amongst blankets and pillows, captivated by the small screened drama unfolding in front of us. Only when a movie had finished, and the good guys had saved the day, were we allowed to break for necessities, which was code for a fridge and pantry raid.
On a day when Sara had been grounded for getting home late the day before, Brodie, Paul and I raided my Christmas tree of all the remaining candy canes, and snuck my Dad’s copy of Mr. & Mrs. Smith out to the cubby house. Blame it on the sexual tension oozing from the movie, or the fact there were only the three of us, but our sexual non-awareness of each other started to lessen. Even now, I can remember what it felt like to lie between them, resting my head against Brodie’s shoulder, while Paul snuggled into my back as we watched the movie.
With all the snacks eaten, we were down to a sole peppermint candy cane, that all three of us wanted to eat. After several rounds of rock, paper, scissors, I had won. With the crook in my mouth, I announced the winner of ‘guess my number’ could bite the end off of my cane. As the guys wrote their numbers down on some scrap paper, I decided that Brodie would already be the winner – no matter what his number was.
As Brodie handed me his number to read out aloud, I faked the surprise in my voice, and announced that with the number three, he was the winner. He looked over at Paul and laughed, as Paul held up his own piece of paper, displaying the number three as well.
Oh yeah, I’d been played.
So with a final round of rock, paper, scissor, Paul, being the looser, got to bite the first third of the candy cane. When it came time for Brodie to bite the cane, I had to angle my head higher to reach his mouth. Sparkling blue eyes gazed into mine. He sucked on his portion first, mumbling how much he loved peppermint, and then bit down, a mere millimetre from my lips.
Oh, the innocent games children play.