A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... ass, I had to admit. Toned, well-muscled with a nice plum shape and a deep crevice. Mark always said it was my best feature. I wasn't egotistical about my looks, I never had been, but at 42, every woman begins to wonder a bit, and it didn't hurt to hear that the constant work I'd done in the gym had paid off. I pulled on a tight dark navy t-shirt, workout shorts and a pair of sandals. Mark was cleaning up his incoming email on the bed, reminding me that I needed to do the same and check in at the office. I threw my small laptop into the oversized pool bag I'd packed along with some sunscreen. "Ready?" I asked.

"Good," I replied, "then get your buns out of the bed!" Mark laughed, snapped through a few more emails quickly and shut his computer down.

The hotel pool was enormous and opulent, one of the more popular social sites of its kind in Vegas. We chose a two-person Cabana, signed for the outrageous day charge on our room and got drinks and snacks as we'd had no lunch. I pawed through the magazines from my pouch, drank my Margarita and nibbled. Neither of us spoke much. Mark gave me room to think, which was good because I needed it. It was good to have a man who knew you inside and out, though Mark was much more than that. The not-unpleasant ache in my bum reminded me that he'd just "known" me a little more thoroughly.

I dozed and awakened to find the pool filling up with partiers as the afternoon deepened. Small klatches of people gathered in the pool and ...

... around it, sharing drinks and laughter, some flirting to make the grade with the opposite sex, others interested in sunshine and relaxation alone.

Out of the corner of my eye, an enormously tall black man appeared wearing aviators, sandals, a blue towel thrown over his shoulder and a ridiculously skimpy speedo. He entered the pool from the hotel and took up position at a Cabana diagonal to ours about a hundred feet away. Something about the way he moved looked familiar. I dropped my shades to get a better view and a rush of blood ran to my cheeks and to other regions less mentionable.

It was Ty. One of the three studs from the porn we'd just watched. This realization made me inexplicably jumpy. It was one thing to see a guy on film having sex with a woman in the safety of a locked arcade booth. That was a complete abstraction--one that could never intrude on your life. It was quite another to have the real flesh and blood version of that man lying half naked a few feet away. Still, he didn't know me from Eve, and of course he had no idea that I'd seen him in an intimate setting.

I realized that I'd been staring at him openly for several minutes. Lifting my gaze and scanning the pool, I saw several other women doing the exact same thing. Ty was by far the most handsome of the three amigos, as Mark had called them. Built as though he were chipped out of granite, he probably went 6' 5," maybe 6' 6", with thick strong thighs, a muscular chest and arms that looked like they ...