How Did I Know? - Sex Stories

How Did I Know?

... no, not the moment. Our initial thoughts were that this was a safe, clean, decent place that was being well run. It wasn’t a creepy place at all, but the thought of being in such an establishment was still very different for both of us. We proceeded directly to our room with the intent to hit the pool area straightaway. *** As we dashed along the hallway and zipped down the staircase nearly tripping over ourselves we giggled with excitement and teased one another of the endless possibilities that were right outside a pair of double doors. Simply put we were like kids in a candy store. Back in our room it was a different story. I had paced and struggled with what to wear to the pool. A barely there bikini or just bare it all? Mike played it coolly. He sat quietly and patiently watched and listened to every anxious and grumble. I wasn’t concerned with exposing myself or even how I would look in such provocative wear. It was more of how others would perceive me. If I go all nude, immediately I may seem too eager. If I cover up with skimpy bikini I may be a prude, ha! None of which were exactly correct when describing me. Then the drinks I had during the tour began to really hit me and I was abuzz. *** Once at the pool it appeared as if all eyes were on us. Perhaps it was my robe that threw everyone off. We nervously and quickly made our way to an empty beach bed. Mike hastily removed the only clothing he had on; shorts. Immediately I felt a slight flutter between my thighs at ...

... how brash he was. His nude 6’ frame was a comforting and a sensual sight. I observed several of the other women pay particular attention to his flaccid 6” cock. I assumed they were wondering to themselves, if he is that size limp how big is he when properly stimulated. I understood there interested. He is fit, not overly muscular. He is tall, not a giant. And his hair is a golden brown. He’s, in my opinion, a very good-looking 35 year old guy. Attention was quickly shifting to me. This was a meat market unlike anything I had ever experienced and the sharks were swirling. Needless to say I was slightly intimidated by the audience. It was do or die time. I began to untie my robe and more eyes fixated on me. My head was a fog and my senses were firing off like crazy. “Like a band aide… tear it off,” I said to myself. And in one swift motion, the robe rumpled along the floor. A lovely blonde resting on the bed next to ours gasped subtly. That in itself was invigorating and reassuring. A few whistles and catcalls erupted and I became red-faced. I felt a sudden twinge in my loins as my wetness now began to cusp along the mouth of my pussy. I had an epiphany… I loved an audience. I would love to be able to mention here that Mike was captivated by the vision of me, his lovely girlfriend, baring it all to a flock of sex crazed, lifestyle gurus. But that is far from the truth. He was fascinated with our blonde bombshell neighbor from Atlanta, Georgia. Rest assured I was jealous and a bit ...