I jump into the river and float along with the current, then I am afraid.  My fear is that I will not be strong enough to swim back.  I succeed.  As I pull myself up on the shore you are there.  I do not remember you, yet you recall my name and smile.  Your angelic face lights up, eyes ablaze with desire.  It is unfathomably sexy to see how you crave my attention.  I pretend not to notice which makes you all the more eager to please.  When we kiss your mouth opens ever so slightly, lips soft and yielding.  Our tongues touch and create an energy much like electricity.  My whole body responds to this pleasureable torment.  I could kiss you forever and it would not be enough.  Your fingers find their way into my pink box.  Surprize paints your features as you discover that I've become wet with my own juices.  You recover quickly to taste and enjoy.  Sheer delight spreads over your face resulting in a schoolboy grin from ear to ear.  I almost knock you over with the next passionate kiss.  I could die happily in your arms.

Feeling a twinge of guilt for enjoying myself, I went in search of my lovely host.  Savage thanked me and said he would see himself out.  The light was on in the master bedroom which overlooked the pool.  Thinking Grant was upstairs; I slipped off my shoes and spent underwear, making my way towards him.  Truly I did not know what his reaction would be to this unplanned event.  Whatever the two men had discussed beforehand had obviously been agreed upon.  I meant to find out what that conversation consisted of.  How could Grant not want to be involved in the experience?  As I reached the bedroom door, I noticed that it was slightly ajar, the light spilled from the room onto the Spanish tiles in the hall.  He could not have possibly heard me when I entered the room, but he did.  “How was it?” he asked in a nonchalant manner.  I couldn’t think how to respond to his directness.  Stammering a bit, I admitted that it was alright, fine, actually pretty good.  His back was turned to me so that I couldn’t see his face.  He was sitting at his Mahogany desk facing the window.  As I approached, it dawned on me that he had seen the whole performance from here.  I was shocked and kind of turned on at the thought of someone else watching my sexual performance.

“Are you angry with me?” I asked.

“Not in the least.  What would make you say such a thing?” he replied.

“Oh, I just thought because Savage was your friend…”

“Dear, you are your own person, with your own desires and your own needs.  You do as you like.  Who am I to tell you what to do…no one of any consequence.”

“Well, I just wondered how you would feel about me satisfying your desires tonight.”

“And what might those desires be?”

“I believe that you desire more that just oral sex.  I believe that you want me in my entirety.  You want to have me as a man has his wife.  You also want me as a man who wants a whore.  Is there such a big difference?  Which role do you prefer me to play?  You decide.”

 His luminous smile reminded me of something someone once said, but I couldn’t remember what. As Grant spoke to his friend, I watched silently from the encroaching darkness looking for signs of mockery in Savage’s face and finding none. He gazed out towards me wearing a most serious expression, nodding as if in agreement. All evening, I hadn’t seen him be anything but a joker. This was a stranger, the man who walked towards me now. “Oh my, what have you done?” I thought nervously, “And what will he do?”

As the light shone behind the Irishman, his curly red hair became a halo around his shadowed face. I couldn’t tell if he was angel or demon, and felt a small stab of fear in my chest. By now he was so close that I could feel the heat emanating from his body. He didn’t say a word as he leaned in toward my ear lobe to ever so slightly bite it. He then began to breathe in my scent, moving down my neck. Brushing back my hair to expose a shoulder, he caused a strap to slip off. As he circled me, I stood absolutely still as a rabbit does when she hopes the wolf hasn’t seen her. He inhaled my perfume as one inhales opium. I wanted him so badly though I don’t know why. He hadn’t really touched me other than that initial nibble. He touched my hair and my dress, but my skin longed for his caress. I smelled smoke and alcohol on him as he circled me again and I throbbed with desire. Behind me now, he lifted my dress and massaged my cheeks with his cock. As his clothes were cotton, I could feel the semi-hard penis grow perpendicular to his pelvis. This was sheer torture. I spread my legs wider inviting him into that sweet wet spot. His movements were infuriatingly slow and rhythmic, but ever so delicious. Only by feeling his hard-as-wood erection could I know that he was hot for me. I anticipated him bending me over to have his way with me. As I started to move downwards, he pulled my dress tighter so that I was unable. He wanted me standing in a wide stance in those unbelievably high heels. My panties were soaked through and still he rubbed his cock between my inner thighs and butt in that maddeningly slow manner. I must confess that I enjoyed each torturous second as it passed. I felt an urge building inside me to rip his pants off and suck the juice out of his virile manhood. This game I wouldn’t be able to play much longer. If he wouldn’t let me experience him ‘down there’, he’d have to let me taste him. I had to have him…now I was consumed with desire. In one swift move I twisted away from his grasp, turned around, and dropped to my knees. I undressed him just as smoothly as if I’d been born to do it. For a man of his height, I’d expected an average dick at best. “Oh Lord…he’s almost as big as Grant!” Before he could pull away, I had his cock in my mouth, licking it all over. Savage continued his small slow thrusts as I put inch after inch in my mouth. I cradled his balls in one hand…mimicked his rhythm…up to the head, back down the shaft. Keeping the other hand stroking, I concentrated on kissing the head, massaging its roundness with my tongue. His breathing began to quicken and he sucked in air as if it were his last. Taking this as my cue, I intensified my efforts. As his pleasure increased, his thrusts also quickened pushing deeper down my throat. I took it all. I may have even enjoyed it as much as he did. We were symbiotic creatures. Finally, I felt my conquest complete when he exploded, shuddering violently and uncontrollably in orgasm.

After some time, he spoke. “Suzy, that was simply divine.” And I felt like a goddess with superhuman powers. Coming back to Earth by degrees, I began to wonder where my host was after having disappeared so conveniently. And what did he say to Savage?

After soaking in his luxurious tub filled to the top with bubbles, I found a plush terry cloth robe set aside for me.  I didn’t ask whose monogram was embroidered in gold.  This kind of pampering I could get used to; if I died right now I could go to heaven happy.  Grant was just perfect.  He didn’t hover over me or try to smother me as I went about my business in the bathroom.  After awhile, he came up the stairs with a tray of berries, fresh whipped cream, and a delightful dessert wine the color of honey.  We talked of this and of that…I fell asleep cradled in his arms as he stroked my hair.

When I woke, he was gone.  But I found a red apple atop his note on the nightstand.  It read:  Morning sunshine!  Make yourself at home.  I’ll be back this evening, hope you’ll stay for dinner.  –G

Feeling like a princess, I couldn’t quite decide what to do next.  It was a gorgeous sunny California day, just right for a swim.  I ran downstairs to the pool and dove in wearing nothing but my skin.  There was no one around, no nosy neighbors peeking over the fence, no reason at all not to sunbathe naked.  I did have the foresight to apply some sunscreen I’d discovered in the bath house.  By noon I was pretty hungry having only consumed the apple for breakfast.  His kitchen was stocked with fresh fruit and vegetables, cheese and bread, deli meats, and lots of foreign and strange gourmet items that weren’t familiar.  I quickly made a sandwich and decided to roam around the house.

There were paintings, photographs, tapestries, and artifacts from his world travels – India, Guatemala, Peru, and more.  There were many photo albums in matching navy leather binding and one burgundy on the shelf.  Instantly my curiosity was aroused.  As I flipped through this photo album, I found women of all colors, shapes, and sizes; some were extremely beautiful and exotic, others plain even homely looking.  Photography seemed to be one of his many hobbies.  He preferred black and white to color.  Many of his subjects were nude although some wore Las Vegas showgirl headdresses, yet others were draped goddess-like in yards of fabric.  Later I learned that Grant was interested in women who had that ‘je ne sais quoi’, that unique quality of beauty in the world.  He was the kind of man who could see an unusual trait and appreciate it as being undeniably attractive.  Once he said that women put altogether too much emphasis on how men perceive them rather than trusting their own perceptions.  I learned a lot from him that week, but nothing more important than how a real gentleman should treat a lady.  Little did I know that this sophisticated man would become my mentor and most intimate confidant.

Amusing myself lying by the pool, reading stories from his complete “Arabian Nights”, and the occasional swim, the afternoon flew by.  I’d have to put some clothes on and make an effort to pull myself together.  The golden glow I’d gotten from the day’s sun enhanced the effect of my strappy white dress.  I did my hair, put on a little smoky eyeliner and finished with a light lip gloss.  Still barefoot when Grant arrived, he towered over me by a head.  He bent down and planted a sweet kiss on my brow, then my lips, and nuzzled the nape of my neck as he lifted me off my feet.  “I’m glad you’re still here.  Do you mind if shower before our guest arrives?”  He used that ‘we’ and ‘our’ phrase so easily.  How could I refuse him?  Besides he was extremely charismatic.

Dinner was set for 8 o’clock with his long-time friend Savage O’Donnell, an entrepreneur who arranged surfing packages for Americans in Costa Rica.  He kept a residence both there and locally.  The two men had met when Savage was shopping for a place to call home in the States.  They had become fast friends due to their similar interests in various shared sports.  When I first met this Irishman, I was a little taken aback.  He had a very large personality complete with wise-cracking jokes.  He was about Grant’s age, built lean and muscular, red curly hair, tanned skin with freckles you’d barely notice, blue eyes the color of sapphires.  He and Grant had known each other for years so that they had many inside jokes and stories.  Once the meal was eaten and appetites were sated, we retired to the living room for brandy and cigars which the boys had a penchant for.  I had to get some fresh air for a minute.

Stepping out the French doors onto the patio, I noticed how complimentary these two men looked together, talking and laughing.  They were each in their own way handsome, one dark and tall, the other red-haired and muscular.  I found myself fantasizing about satisfying them both.  What would the Irish man’s dick look like, how would it taste, would I be able to excite him?  And, having already experienced Grant, could I tease it into hardness again?  As I watched them trough the window from the outside, I couldn’t stop myself from imagining the possibilities.  Each was, in his own right, beautiful.  I remembered the album of women in Grant’s study.  Yes, I could find the attractiveness in both, but together?  This idea almost made my heart jump out of my chest.  My panties were already wet with anticipation.  Growing up in a ‘hippie’ community, group sex wasn’t a foreign concept to me.  I just had never experienced it personally.  Would they be open to something like that?  What I pictured was me pleasuring Grant while Savage licked my pussy.  That didn’t seem very fair though.  Someone would have to satisfy Savage.  Could I do two guys at the same time?  Oh, the images were racing through my mind now.  I could give one of them head while giving the other a hand-job.  Then, switch?  Whoa, slow down girl.  This has got to be the craziest idea you’ve come up with all week.  These two guys are friends.  Why would they want to jeopardize that?

Just then, Grant came outside to find out if everything was alright.  He apologized for not paying enough attention to me and promised to make it up later.  As he began explaining the nature of the friendship between them, I interrupted him with a forceful kiss that made him hard immediately.  He told me that he’d be right with me, just as soon as he could say goodnight to Savage.  I said “Why doesn’t he join us?” in such a hurry that I couldn’t think how to retract it.  He paused a moment, a smile lingered on his lips.  “Why not, indeed?” he replied.