A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... boobs Mark now gave the couple just as much attention as I did. Ty rose to kiss the blonde deeply, sending the lone remaining contestant brave enough to hang around away with her own hug and a slight caress on her mostly unclad ass. I played it back in my head, listening to what the body language told me: Ty had sent the interloper a message,be patient, we'll play later! The very thought made me shiver a little.

Then it occurred to me that Ty was the current generation's ladies' man. Not a suave Cary Grant, or a roughly masculine John Wayne, but in a world that wore its sexual demands on its shirt sleeve, a dealer in pleasure who passed it out in job lots. The blonde peeled off her coverings to reveal a bathing even more risqué than mine, and intentionally bent over her lounger to slowly spread a large bath towel across it, forcing her massive breasts to strain against the overwrought fabric. A flood of lustful stares from all around the pool followed her enormous undulating tits as she worked the towel, taking twice the time needed to do so.

My jealousy again raged like a fire, and once again I forcefully put it down.

I think I might have been able to return to my magazines and compartmentalize all this—maybe-- had Ty not looked me straight in the eye and smiled invitingly. I diverted my eyes quickly, panicked, and pretended to do crossword puzzles, but my stomach clinched and rolled. God this man affected me, even from a hundred feet away and in the company of his ...

... "wife."

"He's really just a human being, you know," I heard Mark say. "The worst that can happen is that he sends you packing, or she gives you a verbal brush-back pitch."

"Shut up!" I said harshly.

"Okay, shuttin' up," Mark needled, smiling.

I laid down on my back and stared up at the clear blue sky, seeking anything to take my mind off the male magnet sitting a few feet away. I then realized that at this angle, my crotch was pointed directly at Ty. A rash thought crept into my head and blood rushed to the most dangerous part of my anatomy—the part impairing judgment.

I spread my legs. I intentionally spread my legs so that the tiny neon blue strip would be fully displayed. I took a careful mental calculation:I can feel the air on my thighs, and my legs. Oh, shit! I can feel it on the outside of my labia. God! I'm exposed a little down there...and...I'm wet! Can he see it? Has the bikini darkened? Is he watching it? Does he know what he's doing to me?

I took a cautious glance at Mark, who seemed to be in another world going over a couple of large spreadsheets on his laptop. Continuing to stare, I realized that nothing could be further from the truth. Mark was focused 100% on me, on my reactions to Ty, and to my recent show of the "goods," furtively moving his eyes from my body to Ty's cabana to see if Ty's response.

Oh...my...Goddd!! He's staring straight at my crotch. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Bolskie. Don't panic! Don't do anything.

My body was in no ...