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Story Time This is an excerpt from something I am working on. It needs a lot of work, cleaning up tenses and expanding on the events and characters. I look at it as kind of an outline. ... Chapter 3 ... POOL PARTY ... On the way back to the hotel, I pick up some take out food for dinner. I eat in my room. I know I should put the leftovers in he refrigerator for tomorrow, but I don't have any. I ate the whole thing. What the hell, it's not like life holds all that many pleasures for me anymore. At least I can still enjoy the taste of beef lo-mien, right? After dinner I clean up the mess and get ready for bed. I turn on the TV and flip through channels. Nothing on that I would want to watch. Turn the tube off again, and get out the book I bought at Wal-Mart. I read for about half an hour, but I just don't feel like reading. It's not quite nine. I guess I could turn in early. Nah. If I didn't fall asleep reading a book that couldn't capture my attention it would take me forever to find slumber land. I got up, put on trunks and a T-Shirt and headed for the pool. On Sunday night, with most rooms empty and the pool closing in less than an hour, I thought I could relax in the water for a bit. Maybe that would help me sleep. The pool area was mostly empty, as I thought. There were two tween girls, or maybe they were early teens, splashing each other when I walked in. An older man I thought must be their grandfather watched their antics. By the time I put my things down and turned toward the pool, the girls were leaving, with suspicious glances back at me as if they thought I was up to no good. What's that about? I relaxed in the water, floating on my back until the doors opened once again. Three women entered, each in their late twenties, I thought. Or maybe early thirties if they looked young for their ages. They went to a table with four chairs on the opposite side of the pool from my table. They each chose a chair, and draped towels over them. They were wearing only swimsuits and sandals. They put their sandals on the chair seats, with their room keys on top, then turned to the pool. One woman walked around to the stairs. The other two jumped right in. These two were more boisterous, or perhaps, looking back it may be more accurate to say wilder, than the first. One was about 5'3, maybe 120 pounds, if her boobs weighed ten pounds each. They were big. She wore a skimpy yellow two-piece suit. The bra was so small I wondered how it covered her nipples. Just barely, apparently. The bikini looked as if it had the strings lengthened so that they would tie around her hips. She had her hair bleached blonde. It had been done recently, so I couldn't tell her original color. The other was just slightly taller and had brown hair, with blonde streaks. This look was quite attractive on her. She, too, wore a two-piece suit, though hers was brown and covered more of her, especially her breasts, which were considerably smaller than the blonde's. These two immediately began splashing and dunking each other, and I thought I saw the blonde grab the other between the legs. I turned away and dunked my head under the water for several seconds. When I came up something wet and brown hit the side of my head. I grabbed at it, and holding it up realized it was the top of a two-piece ladies swimsuit. I turned to look, and just got a glimpse of a topless brunette when a yellow top hit me square in the face. The blonde who had been wearing it joined her friend. Neither was the least bit shy about being seen with boobs hanging out. The blonde put one arm around the brunette's shoulders and asked, "Which of us has the nicer boobs?" The brunette then put her arm around the blonde's waist. I read these two as being slightly drunk, or perhaps just having fun at my expense. More likely both. I also decided they were lovers. Lesbians, or perhaps bi. I decided not to involve myself in their affairs (no pun intended). I said as much, as I tossed the two swimsuit tops out of the pool, in the direction of their table. "I am not getting involved. I just came here to relax before getting some sleep. Little did I know then, I would be getting less sleep than I hoped. And I wouldn't mind one bit. "Come on, tell us what you think," the brunette said. "Which of us is sexier?" "That's a different question, and I'm still not answering." I did not mention that while I sometimes fantasized about such things, in reality I find such behavior to be a turn-off. They would be "sexier" if they had left it at taking off their tops and not challenged me with questions. "I think my tits are prettier," said the brunette. She was right. The blonde's breasts were augmented to immensity, grossly so. The<b> scars </font></b>were very obvious, and a considerable turn-off for me. I did not say anything. I turned away and floated on my back. Two bikinis landed on my stomach. I guess they were more than just slightly drunk. "Hey now!" the third woman said from a corner of the pool. She was the one nobody noticed at a party. Or, I judged, so she hoped. She was taller than the other two, five-foot seven or eight. Brown hair down her back. She was... I won't say she was fat, though many would in this era of fat-shaming. She was about 160 pounds, with wide shoulders, large breasts, though not as large as the blonde's, a little bit of a bulge at the stomach, and wide hips. She wore a deep red one-piece swimsuit that was quite pretty. "Quit teasing him." "Oh, come on. Let yourself have a little fun once in a while!" said the blonde. When I looked over at her she was massaging the brunette's breasts, one hand on each. The brunette snatched her left hand off her breast and kissed it, then guided it between her legs. "C'mon," the brunette said. "The pool is about to close anyway. Let's go back to the room." She smiled. The blonde stepped into her, kissing her soundly while stroking with her left hand. The two grabbed towels and room key and headed for the elevator. At the door they stopped and turned back. "Bring our stuff, ok?" the blonde said, apparently to the third woman. "My suit is custom made." While she said this, the brunette kissed her nipples. Then they were gone. "Sorry," said the remaining woman. "I wish I could say they aren't usually like this, but..." "You have nothing to apologize for," I told her. I pulled myself out of the pool and grabbed my towel. "You aren't responsible for their behavior". I dried off as best I could with soaking wet trunks on. Then putting on my flip-flops, I picked up my towel, T-shirt, and room key. I retrieved the bikinis from where I had thrown them and walked around the pool. When I arrived at her table, she was putting on her sandals. She picked up her room key and the other's sandals as I located the tops to go with the bikinis in my hand. "I just didn't want to offend them. Who knows what they might have done." "You wouldn't have. They aren't like that. Whatever you said, they would have made a joke out of it. It's a sort of game" "Even if I told the truth?" I asked. "Because I would have had to say that you were the most attractive woman in the room." "Shut up. I am not!" "Yes, you are. I find you quite pretty. That's just the way it is." We arrived at the elevator. I pushed the call button and we waited for the doors to open. "I am not pretty, but thanks for saying so. For one thing I'm fat." "You are not! I'm serious." The doors opened and we stepped inside. She said nothing. Since I was in front of the panel, I pressed the button for three, and looked to her. She nodded without speaking. I assumed that meant her room was, coincidentally, also on three. I was wrong. When the doors opened again we stepped out. We stood there looking at each other as the doors closed. I had thought she would ask me to hand over the swimsuits I was holding, but she didn't. Eventually I opened my mouth to ask, "May I walk you to your room?" but she beat me to it. "Which way to your room?" "This way," I said, indicating with a gesture. "Room three twenty-one." That was the last thing of any coherence I remember either of us saying that night. Except for "yes, yes! YES!!!" and "Oh! My! God!!!!" I opened the door to 321 and she stepped inside. I followed. Chapter 4 ... THE MORNING AFTER ... I woke the next morning about five minutes before my alarm. I briefly wondered if the events of the previous night were just a dream, then realized I was naked. I normally sleep in boxer shorts, for reasons I won't go into here. I was also spooning an equally naked woman. My arm was draped over her body, hand cupping her breast. Her hand was laid on top of mine. I lay there, enjoying the feeling of her pressed against me. She was awake, I could tell. The alarm sounded, intended to wake me to face my first day of training. I scrambled up and grabbed my cell phone, fumbled with it for a bit, and after an eternity, managed to stop the noise. She turned toward me lazily, and, smiling, asked how I had slept. "Pretty well, I think. I can't be sure because I slept through it." Ok, I know it's a bad joke. And one I've used before. "But, the events before sleep were wonderful. I really do think you are beautiful, you know." She blushed and said nothing. "I have to go to class today. Do you want to get some breakfast before I go?" She said, "I'd like to, but no. I'm not hungry yet. I would like a shower, though." "Of course, you can use mine." We spent the next hour or so getting cleaned up. I don't have a hair brush, so she used a comb as she dried her hair. She looked incredible standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, tending her long, beautiful locks. She didn't want to put on her still somewhat damp swimsuit, which was the only clothing of any kind she had in my room, so I loaned her a clean T-shirt and athletic shorts to wear. Then, both of us dressed, I picked up the shoes and swimsuits and walked with her to her room. We talked, of course, the whole time. It was awkward at first, as we had to start off by umm...exchanging names. Hers was Anne. She told me the blonde I met last night was Crissy, and the brunette, Marcie. She didn't go into much detail about them, except to apologize again for their behavior. "They are always like that to an extent, but they don't get quite that bad unless they've been drinking. Which they had." "But, their behavior is on them, not on you. You have nothing to apologize for," I said. Her room was on the second floor, in the opposite wing of the hotel. When we arrived at her room, she opened the door for me and stood aside motioning me to enter. "Put the shoes next to the desk, I'll put the wet stuff in the tub for now," she said. I turned into the room and froze when Crissy's voice said, "So that's where you were all night." She was standing, naked, in front of the desk, going through a suitcase. Marcie said, "About time you checked in. We were worried." She was lying naked on the bed, one hand between her legs. I blushed, but otherwise tried hard not to react, as I walked around Crissy and put their sandals on the floor next to the desk. I hadn't thought that all three would share one room. Indeed, the room had two double beds, one of which had not been used last night. "I can take care of myself. Usually," Anne said. Not sure what to do I sat on the unused bed and tried to go unnoticed. Anne wouldn't have it, though. She walked right up to me and very pointedly, and thoroughly, kissed me. On the mouth. With tongue. Then she did it some more. She wanted the others to see, so she did it again. Somehow, I didn't mind. Crissy rolled her eyes and went back to rummaging in her suitcase. Marcie went back to masturbating. Anne stripped naked and handed me the clothes she had borrowed. Then she pulled out her own suitcase and started pulling out clothes. First, plain pink cotton panties. "Anyway," said Crissy, "we know you take tae-kwon-do, but we still worried when we realized you hadn't come back." Marcie chimed in, "She wanted to call the cops." "As you can see, I'm fine," Anne replied. "This is Mike, by the way. He took good care of me after you left us." She put the plain panties back in the suitcase and pulled out some white satin ones with pink flowers printed on them, and strategically placed pink lace. "I'll bet he did," said Marcie. "No need to be snarky." Crissy looked over at Anne. "Where did you get those panties? Compared to your usual style, those are positively sexy!" Anne made a moue. "I do have some pretty things," she said, putting them on. Seeing her in those made me want to take them back off. Now! Ok, Mike control yourself, this isn't the time. Anne covered the panties with denim shorts, which she zipped, but did not button. Crissy did a double-take at that, but said nothing. Instead she went back to her rummaging. "Anyway," Crissy said, "I'm Crissy, and the horny one on the bed is Marcie." "Yes, Anne told me your names. I'm pleased to meet you," I said, thinking it was only polite to say. Anne pulled out a bra from her suitcase and began to put it on. Then she stopped and looked at it. She looked over at Marcie, then Crissy, then at me. Then she put the bra back in the suitcase. Going to the closet, she pulled out a pale pink blouse, which she pulled on. After straightening it, she began folding it up from the hem, until it was bunched up under her breasts. Then she tied the ends together and posed for me to admire. The effect was quite striking, but there was one thing wrong with the look. The blouse gapped too much, showing a lot of cleavage, with her ample breasts threatening to spill out. It was a good look, but it didn't fit her, I thought. I smiled. "You look incredible," I said. "There's just one thing. May I?" "Go ahead." I stepped up to her and after attempting to pull the gap together, I did up just one button between her breasts and stepped back. With a quizzical look at me, she stepped in front of the mirror. She examined herself in the mirror, then undid the button and examined herself again. "You're right," she said doing up the button again. "I'm not sure why, but you're right." "Because wide open like that just doesn't suit you," said Crissy. "That's the way I would wear it." "OOOHH!" said Marcie as her body spasmed violently, shaking the bed. I had forgotten she was masturbating over there. |
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