Bestowal - Sex Stories

Bestowal

... classes to get her MBA, and her final hurdle is due in less than two months. "And it looks like it's going to be a great day. I'll probably sit out by the pool awhile." Half an hour later, Jake and I are driving to the golf course. "Shit, she was hot last night," Jake brags. "She gets so turned on sometimes." I thought back to the evening. After we watched some chick film on cable, Jake threw an X-rated video on and the three of us watched the people on the tube taking all their clothes off and screwing. For a few minutes I felt embarrassed. I mean, I'd never done anything like that with any girl that meant anything to either of us around. But Christie got into it, making the same lewd comments Jake and I always do, and after awhile it seemed like old times. Then Jake started making out with her, and I figured if they wanted privacy, they'd go into their bedroom, so I stayed and watched. When Jake took her blouse off and started sucking on her tits, she locked eyes with me and smiled invitingly. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she soon pulled Jake into the bedroom with a lilting, 'good night,' leaving me with her bra and lewd thoughts. Sure, I whacked off, right in the living room, thinking not of the naked people on the screen, but of the couple in the bedroom. "Remember the time the two girls swapped on us?" Jake asks. He probably banged Christie three times last night, but he still wants to talk about other women. "Yeah," I reply, "The one you were with first ...

... needed me to finish her off." "Screw you," Jake laughs, as he pulls the car up to the bag drop. Seven and a half hours later we get back to the timeshare. I whipped Jake's butt all over the golf course, and we smell, I'm sure, of chicken wings and beer. Christie's nowhere to be found, and Jake figures it's time for a nap on the sofa. Sitting in a golf cart all day isn't my idea of activity, so I decide to take a swim and head for the beach. Only a few couples laze in the warm, late afternoon spring sun, only one elderly woman wades in the ocean. I'm not disappointed, I learned the first day we were here that this commune is populated by mostly retired couples, escaping from the snows of winter. The nearest hope of nightlife is ten miles away, too far for comfort. No, this is a vacation simply to relax. I see a blond reclining in the lee of a dune, and when I approach to within shouting distance, I'm sure it's Christie. This isn't a clothing optional island, but apparently the restriction hasn't bothered her; she's topless. "Hey," I call from twenty yards. Quickly a hand drops to her cover up, and then she recognizes my voice. I can almost see her shrug, as if musing, 'he's seen it before.' "Hi," she calls, a slight movement of her hand waving me over. I refuse to quicken my pace, and as I approach I take long looks at her from behind the safety of my sunglasses. Her only adornment is a necklace and her very brief bottoms. Her mons rises between the sharp hipbones, and I wonder ...