Holiday With June - Sunday Night - Sex Stories

Holiday With June - Sunday Night

The girls in tonight’s dresses nearly changed my mind about masturbation before dinner. The dresses covered the same amount of skin as yesterday, a panel covering the breasts with a strap around the neck. The skirt part was mid-thigh. However, whilst yesterday’s was made of reasonably stiff white denim material, today's was striped, super-stretchy, and nearly as thin as clingfilm. Melanie’s breasts were covered, but so clinging was the material you could see the difference between breast, areola and nipple.

The nipple was erect. The skirt also clung to her ass, squashing her cheeks together, highlighting the thong underneath. As she moved around, the material moved upward, needing her to pull it down to keep her modesty. Tony asked me for my opinion. I just said wow, but he was after my opinion on whether I could see the thong. When I replied ‘of course’, Melanie rolled up the dress, took off her thong and rolled it down again. She threw the thong on the table.

I noticed when June and Zena came out that neither had bothered with underwear to start with. Melanie sidled over as we walked up to the central hotel, the girl's skirts climbing higher up their thighs with each step. She needed to tell me that I would be sleeping with her and Tony tonight and that she was looking forward to it. I had gathered that something would happen, but having it confirmed was another thing less to worry about.

June sidled up just before we got inside and apologised for being a bit ...

... aloof along with Zena. They had a lot of catching up to do, but assuming I passed the Melanie audition, I would join them in their room later in the week. Now I was really worried, as sleeping with June was something I had been thinking about since I had known her. Passing a test, satisfying a woman who was a confessed swinger, had me concerned. Would I be good enough? Was I big enough?

Then I had my first drink and looked at our slutty three girls looking hornier than anything in the room, and my concerns disappeared. Just before we went in for dinner, I went to the toilet, and as I made my way across the bar, I realised I would pass Steve and Alice. Steve shook my hand as I walked past, thanking me and asking if I was busy later. I was happy to tell him I was already engaged. Alice also thanked me as I moved around their group of trophy wives wearing as little as possible and their business husbands trying to do deals even on holiday.

Even if that deal was getting their wife fucked so that they only had to do her once a day or got to watch. I looked over the women and realised I would be very comfortable spending an evening or even a weekend having sex with any of them. I prefer June or Zena, but perhaps only because I knew there might be something more with them. A thought ran through my head that getting into a scene where I spent one night a week with someone who just wanted sex was better than being single.

I could focus on my career, sports and making money whilst ...