Continued from Barstow – Nudist Park Visit Pt. 01
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“Whatcha wanna do next?” Debbie asks the group. They’re cleaning up the kitchen area after their light lunch.
Ellie muses, “We were figurin’ on girl time, weren’t we?”
“Not until around three,” Emily answers. “Mostly to be inside during peak sunburn hours.”
“Hit the pool now?” Cyan suggests. “Em and I brought swimsuits.”
“What?!” is everybody else’s reaction. Cy and Em laugh back.
“Oh, I get it,” Steve smirks. “Those stupid string things I got for you in Miami. Guys, they’re sex bait.”
Emily and Cyan grin and softly chuckle. Knowing about ’em, Ellie gets the joke, too. Jax is just grinning, his burgeoning erection in response to his recollection of the blatant eroticism of this particular lingerie.
“What are you talking about?” Debbie challenges.
Caroline is amused. “Lemme guess. Wicked Weasels?”
“You know?” Emily responds. “One is.”
“We should’ve talked about this at home. I have two pair.”
Toby is sort of glaring at Caroline, a “Why do I not know this?” glare. Steve is getting a hard, picturing Car in these titillating suits.
Car teases Steve. “Uh huh. I like that response. What’s the other one?”
Emily answers, “The one I have is just a fabric string. It covers nothing.”
Caroline chuckles back, “Okay. From the back, looks like a regular string bikini. From the front the bottom obviously splits your lips. The top?”
“String triangles around each boob.”
“Seems like a waste of time.”
Steve counters, “Screams ‘SEX!’.”
“By drawing attention to the special bits. Okay, I get it.”
Cyan chuckles, “We don’t expect to get out of the pool area without doing somebody not us.”
Steve grumbles, “Good enough, I suppose. Go put ’em on and we’ll head out.”
The troupe again funnels through the front door, but this time the day is beginning to wear on them. They’re not pushing and prodding like they were before the hike in the woods.
The girls are six across leading the men down the drive, and toward the clubhouse and pool area.
“It is an interesting look,” Toby muses to Steve and Jax. “They wear them much?”
Jackson answers, “Not at all. Last time we saw ’em was in Miami. They took ’em off after we got to the restaurant.”
“Okay. Nude at a restaurant?”
“It was a joke our hotel manager lover played on us. She intimated the scurrilous swimwear met the café’s dress code. Not even close.”
“You weren’t kicked out?”
Steve takes it, “No. The restaurant manager was her roommate and eventually our lover, too, and she was in on the joke. She gave them the okay to simply take ’em off, especially after watching them squirm around in their seats in vain attempts to get comfortable.”
Toby chuckles. “Yeah, they look like a perpetual wedgie.”
“They are!” Emily protests from ahead.
“It was your idea, I’d hazard to guess!” Steve teases back.
She turns around with “the tongue”. “You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?”
“I can only imagine,” Steve moans.
“You got it!”
“What’s that?” Toby returns to the guy talk.
“She’ll fuck the first guy she sees with a hard as an excuse to take it off.”
“No. I know Em’s really randy and all that, but…”
“Yep. Besides. You’ve been with Ellie long enough to know she can be that way, too.”
“El and I don’t play hard like you guys do, so I don’t really know. She runs off to play with you and Cyan and everybody, and I’m mostly in the dark about what really goes on. She tells me a little and it’s hot and all that and we have great sex, but it’s not like being there.”
“Toby, I’m so sorry. But you’re catching up now, aren’t you? You landed Caroline. That surprised me. She’s a post-graduate course in advanced sex.”
Car reaches behind her and flips Steve the bird.
“Promise?” Steve calls back.
“Just you wait!” she laughs.
Toby shakes his head and rolls his eyes at this exchange.
As the nine appear from around the clubhouse in view of the patio area, there are swiveling heads and big grins in anticipation of something shortly to happen. Our polycule has garnered quite the reputation in the less than 24 hours they’ve been at the resort.
A couple of wolf-whistles are directed at Cyan and Emily in their ridiculous “bathing suits”.
“The rules say no suits in the pool!” some wag chuckles.
Another teases, “How do those stay on? Super glue?”
Emily shoots back, “We need to work on our tan lines. Seamless is so last year!”
The crowd din is mostly laughs and chuckles.
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“Those string things are kinda sexy,” a young fellow at an umbrella table muses out loud to his partner.
She reaches across the table for a touch and suggests, “You want to do ‘er? I’d like a shot at the older guy. He’s hot, and I’m pretty sure he’s the kind of guy we talked about.”
“You can try, sweetie. You’re cute and in shape and all that, fatih escort but it sure looks like he picks his lady friends out of Playboy and Sports Illustrated.”
“His entourage seems to confirm my suspicions, Jake, although they seem to be real. Look at the way they mess with each other. They’re funny. I’ll be right back.”
“Good luck!”
Most of the group is already in the pool and just being goofy in their play, splashing other guests in the crossfire. Cyan and Emily are sitting at an umbrella table on the deck trying to keep out of the direct sun. Those string suits aren’t designed for swimming, they’re designed for showing off.
Jake’s partner approaches the girls’ table and makes eye contact with Em.
“Hi. I’m Tara. My guy thinks your bikinis are sexy. I agree.”
“Thanks!” Em responds. “I’m Emily, this is Cyan. I guess you can call ’em swimsuits, but they’re mostly jokes we picked up on vacation. They’re not comfortable.”
Directed at Cyan, “Would you mind if Emily joined me and Jake?”
“Be my guest!” Cyan answers. “We’re here to make new friends and have fun. I’m good!”
“Thanks!”
Emily picks up her sitting towel and follows Tara to her table.
Spreading her towel on the chair, Em requests, “Would it be okay if I got rid of this suit? It really is uncomfortable.”
“I can imagine it rides up your butt crack.”
“And my pussy. Gawd. And the top is stupid.”
Em unties what little of it there was and plops the wadded-up strings on the table.
Jake and Tara chuckle. “I’m Jake.” He extends his hand for a gentle touch.
Tara gets right to business. “We understand you guys play.”
“We do. I take it you’re interested. Oh. Somebody sure is. Jake? I’m flattered.”
“You’re lovely, Emily. Do you think the older guy you’re with might be interested in Tara?”
Tara smiles and nods.
“Definitely,” Emily smiles to her. “So am I.”
“You’re bi?”
“All us girls are. But it’s okay if you’re not.”
“Maybe curious. Never done it, though.”
“First time would need to be in a more intimate setting. What do you guys want to do? Jake, I see you’re ready to go right now. How about here?”
“Well, I read the rules and understand it’s okay. Sure. Why not.”
“Good. Saves time.”
Tara chuckles.
Emily rises from her chair, leans over the table, and spreads her legs to receive Jake. He pushes his chair away and then Em’s, and sidles over to slip his penis into her for a soothing coupling.
Em advises Tara, “I see Steve is looking at me and smiling. You head over to the pool steps. I suspect he’ll meet you at the top. I also suspect he’ll have a nice erection to share with you.”
Tara nods to confirm, and leaves her seat to follow Em’s suggestions. Em was right. Steven is climbing up the steps to greet Tara, and has achieved full mast. The gang in the pool are laughing and splashing him.
“She’s cute!” Ellie teases. “Save some for me!”
“Me, or her?” Steve teases back as he steps out of the water.
“Hi. You’re Steve. I’m Tara. Tell your spinner I’m not bi.”
“I take it Em warned you about us.”
“She did. Here, or at the table?”
“Both would be nice. Lean against that railing. I’d like to kiss you, too.”
“I knew it.” She draws him to her.
“Knew what?”
“That you are a hot lover. Here.”
Tara rises onto one foot and directs Steve’s cock into her pussy. Moist with the anticipation, she easily settles into the fuck and lifts her head for the kiss. Steve completes the union.
After a few minutes of this lovemaking, Tara looks askance, noticing that there are six pair of smiling eyes watching them intently, elbows on the pool edge supporting chins. Cyan is still at that umbrella table, and is snickering at the scene.
“Your friends are being silly,” Tara quips.
“My family.”
“Oh? How?”
“We’re poly.”
“I guess. Why don’t we take this to the table?”
Steve chuckles, “And disappoint them?”
“You guys are a piece of work. You’re still a pretty good lover, though. Let’s go.”
Back at the table, Jake and Em are taking it nice and slow.
“Tara said your guy was hot. Judging by how they’re doing it, I’d say she was right.”
“He is.”
“Yeah. She’s really into him. Now is he your… husband?… or what?”
“My primary husband. We’re poly.”
“Really? I read somewhere that’s a thing.”
“It is. Three guys and five girls.”
“Lopsided works?”
“When the girls are all bi it sure does.”
“Ah. You said that.”
“You know, you’re a nice screw. Gentle. Savoring. I can see why Tara loves you.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you going for it?”
“I can. What do you want?”
“Not really the right setting for me to get off, but I would be quite amenable to you enjoying me in that way. A nice guy ejaculating in me is always taken as a compliment.”
“That’s not a problem?”
“Tubes tied.”
“You’re sort of young for that. Tara and I are wrestling fındıkzade escort with that decision ourselves.”
“Let’s talk about it when she gets back to the table. Here she comes anyway, and by the looks of things they’re not done with each other.”
“Your guy okay with my cumming in you?”
“He’d sorta be insulted if you didn’t. You think you can do it in front of him?”
“That’s going to be a challenge. Not accustomed to being this matter-of-fact, especially with the husband or boyfriend present.”
“Well brace yourself, he is going to give you some grief. He does that to nearly all the guys I take.”
“Uh. Do I dare ask?”
“Does knowing turn you on?”
“In a way.”
“Dozens. Gawd. Hundreds.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Been swinging for years. Hi, sweetie. This is Jake.”
Steve and Tara pull back their chairs. As he sits, Steve reaches to shake Jake’s hand.
“How is she?” Steve starts into his teasing.
“Really nice, sir.”
“Oh, don’t ‘sir’ me. You’ve got your cock in my SO, so from this point on I am ‘Steve’ to you. Keep going. You cum yet?”
“You were right,” Jake leans in and mumbles to Emily. She chuckles.
“Right about what?” Steve grins.
“Giving me a hard time.”
“As long as you’re giving her a hard time, we’re cool. If you go flaccid on us, then we’ll need to have a serious talk.”
Tara is having difficulty containing her laughter. She leans into Steve, whispering, “(Gawd. You’re a hoot.)”
Steve grins. Emily, still face down on the table taking Jake’s gentle ministrations, snickers at her man being himself.
“Seriously, Jake. If you want to amp it up to get off in ‘er, then you certainly have my blessing. Tara?”
Tara pushed her chair back to assume the position. Steve shifts around for the fuck.
“(You’re going to cum in me, right?)” she poses to Steve.
“(If that’s what you want.)”
“(It is.) Right, Jake?”
He knowingly smiles to his wife. “That’s what we discussed.”
The tone of that exchange seems off, and Em glances up to Steve, eyebrows cocked. He subtly nods. Jake and Tara may be talking in code, but Steve and Emily are way too experienced to not know what was just revealed.
Steve starts to thrust into Tara in earnest, resuming their coitus from the pool deck. It’s not going to take much, he’s locked and loaded, his deep breaths with each thrust revealing his state of ardor. Jake is matching Steve stroke for stroke into Emily; the table scrapes on the decking as their combined motions can’t help but move the furniture.
“How you doin’?” Steve asks Jake between gasps.
“Real good. You ’bout ready to cum?”
“Almost! Tara?”
“Ready!”
Steve thrusts hard and deep into Tara on the edge of his commitment. “Just about!” he declares.
Jake’s grunting and hard thrusting reveals that he has ejaculated into Em. She again glances up to Steve, to relate the confirmation.
“Here goes!” Steve announces. He again thrusts deeply… and then suddenly pulls out, spilling his sperm on Tara’s coccyx. Emily quickly reaches over to wipe it off her back, spreading the semen on the tabletop.
“What the fuck?” Tara complains.
Steve lets out a deep exhale from his orgasm and takes another breath.
“Guys?” he tells the young couple. “We weren’t born yesterday. We knew what you were up to. Only question is why.”
“What do you mean?” Jake challenges.
“Your intention was for me to impregnate Tara. Was it financial, fertility issues, or what?”
Tara and Jake share furtive glances with pursed lips.
“Ah. Financial. You tagged us as wealthy, hoping to bankroll a child for you. Saw that comin’.”
“How could you tell?”
“For one thing, you are a little young for this crowd. You’re being here was suspicious enough. If it was fertility problems with you, Jake, Tara would be crying at my withdrawal. I will be informing the management here. I suggest you go back to your tent or camper or whatever to pack your belongings.”
The couple rises to leave, grabbing their towels and drinks. Tara throws back her chair in disgust, glowering to Jake, “This was your idea!”
Steve responds to that, “You neglected to account for smarts and experience being part of the package.”
Emily is hanging from Steve’s shoulder, nodding in agreement. The couple stomps off. Steve and Em kiss, and Steve affectionately pets Em’s forehead and hair.
“That was close,” Emily muses.
“Not really. Had something similar happen many years ago. You can sort of see it coming. But I’m glad we caught it when we did. Hey — that was an expert move when you wiped my cum off her back. How’d you know?”
“Read about the ‘turkey baster’ scam with condoms. Assuring your sperm was unusable made sense in this instance.”
“We’re an incredible team, Em.”
“We are. What’s next? Barbara?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
Stepping around the corner and into the office, they’re met with, “Cover up, güngören escort guys. You’re not supposed to be nude in here.”
“Sorry.” They wrap their towels around them as much as they can. “Something urgent,” Steve advises.
“Oh?”
Steve goes on, “That young couple?”
“Tara and Jake. What’s up?”
“They’re shopping for a daddy, for the money.”
“Gawd. That again.”
Emily breaks in, “You’ve seen it before? We caught onto it before the point of no return, thank goodness.”
“Yeah. Okay, guys. I’ll take care of it. Thanks for the heads-up. Now get out of here!”
Em and Steve chuckle and make a hasty exit.
“Join the others?” Em asks.
“May as well. I need to chase ’em out of the pool. Cy and Car, and you, will be okay ’cause you guys work on your tans, but everybody else is too pale and if they’re not already burnt to a crisp, they will be shortly.”
“Yep!”
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“Ohgawd! Really?” Debbie reacts to Steve and Emily relating what just happened.
Steve was good to his word and persuaded everybody out of the swimming pool before they angered the sunburn gods. They’re regathering in Cottage F.
“Well that’s certainly a surprise,” Caroline muses. “It’s awful that they actually think that way and think they could get away with it. It seemed like she was really into you, though.”
“Good actor,” Steve answers. “Saw that in a previous situation, too.”
“I’ve heard of it,” Toby adds. “Lawyer buddy at the club says the paternity entrapment scams are getting even more insidious than they already were, thanks to social media. He did say that the judges are starting to hold the women more accountable for their role, and especially intent. Subpoenas for social media accounts apparently establish motive.”
Cyan is puzzled. “Why was he telling you this? It’s not something I would expect to come up in casual conversation.”
“Caroline. When it got out that we were dating.”
“Sounds sexist,” Cyan frowns.
“It is!” Car snarks. “That was Hoover, right?”
“Yeah…” Toby reluctantly admits.
“He can be such a fuckin’ jerk!”
“I’ll remember not to invite him for our next foursome.”
“Oh, that’ll fix his little red wagon. He sure likes to squat behind me ‘to line up his putt’ when I’m tapping-in.”
“You set yourself up for it. And shame on you, anyway!” Tobe chuckles.
“What’s that?” Emily is curious.
“She keeps a short-shafted putter in her bag for ‘gimme’ tap-ins. It’s regulation, but almost a child’s club.”
Em rolls her eyes, “So she has to really bend over for the tap. Uh huh.”
Em smirks and glares at Caroline. Car sticks her tongue out at her and laughs. Everybody else chuckles and snickers.
“Jax? Tobe?” Steve summons. “I think it’s about time we make ourselves scarce.”
Emily looks to her Steven with doe eyes, stepping to him and reaching up for a “thank you” kiss, and a gentle fingering of his cock and balls.
“Pull out the sofa,” Em requests of Sarah, who is standing next to it. “All six of us won’t fit on the one bed.”
Ellie steps to Steve to thank him and see the men off. She softly asks, “You guys going to shop for fucks?”
“Sweetie?” he responds. “You know how I am.”
“Yeah. They come to you. They always do.”
Steve smiles, and the three guys take their leave, sitting towels in-hand. He directs them toward the clubhouse and patio.
Toby questions, “You just going to leave ’em like that, Steve? I know you like to encourage their girl-girl fun, but what happens…?”
“If they get inspired to snag a guy or two for some sausage? How they play is entirely up to them. You know they like to tease us after the fact, anyway.”
Jackson chuckles in confirmation. “We’ve been told to go find our own fun. Any of you guys see anything interesting? Besides that Tara girl? She was cute and all that, but geez…”
“Yeah. Anyway. I suggest we split up. We each have our own pickup style. You both know mine is passive, so I’m going to the bar and see what finds me. Neither of you are going to be turned down, our reputation and all that.”
“Good enough,” Jackson confirms. “Tobe? How ’bout you do the pool deck. I’m going to hang in the the hot tub. Steve? Look.”
Jackson shows Steve the tube of special hot tub sex lubricant he brought, HoTubLube™.
“Smart, Jax! Toby? I recommend not going in the pool. Stay under an umbrella.”
Tobe rolls his eyes and sighs, “Sunburn. I got it.”
“Yeah. Your butt is already turning pink,” Jackson chuckles. “Don’t want to burn the boys!”
Steve laughs at this as he steps away in the direction of the patio bar. He sets his towel down to drape over a barstool, then reaches over the rail to grab a beer out of the iced bucket. Not his favorite brand, but twists the top off anyway and takes a sip.
He gazes through the clubhouse window to see what’s going on inside. He has no interest in lounging around in the air conditioned space. For one thing, they run the A/C at freezer levels — lord knows why — so everybody is dressed or nearly so; for another, he and the gang are here for the body freedom in nature. Anyway, the small crowd inside is mostly slouched in their chairs and obviously long familiar with each other, so Steve is inclined to not ingratiate himself into their chatter.