Felicity Ch. 20

We waved bye and Paula hurried us into the tent and into a fuck. Lucy had again made her horny.

As she rested in my arms she asked, "Did I tell you I'm probably bi?"

"No, but I suspected such," I said with a grin.

"I have never eaten pussy but that is likely because I had not run into a woman I wanted that way, until now."

"Then you should hold off on proclaiming yourself bi until you get a chance to do that. In fact you need to hold off until you go down on a second woman. The first one is just for checking off an item on your bucket list."

"That makes sense. Have you had that second opportunity?" Paula asked.

"Yes, I have had several second chances offered, one at our first campsite as you know, but I have not been tempted. Many have assumed I was gay for some reason."

"That is because you are a very handsome guy. Did you regret trying it?"

"No. It was an interesting and somewhat exciting experience. And it has been checked off the list. Checking off items on the list is always very enjoyable as you now know."

In the ensuing silence she was softly caressing my chest and kissing my neck.

"Did I mention I was your girlfriend?"

"Yes, although James assumed you were my wife."

"Did you correct him?"

"No."

"Lucy assumed you were my husband."

"Did you correct her?"

"No."

Neither of us spoke for a while. We were both mulling over in our minds if our omissions meant anything. I decided that there was no answer so I stopped worrying about it. Apparently Paula did too.

I had to admit that Paula and I were behaving like a married couple on their third honeymoon too.

"Do we have any sausage?" I asked.

"Let me see," she said and gripped my cock then let it go and said, "We have some but it is apparently past its expiration date."

I laughed and pulled her body over mine. A couple of kisses later I said, "Then I guess it will be pancakes."

We minimally dressed, made coffee and pancakes and ate a leisurely breakfast. Between pancakes I apologized to her.

"I lied to you. We have another mountain to climb. The good news is that most of the climb will be in the car. We are going to say hello to the oldest creatures on land."

'What kind of creatures?"

"Bristlecone Pine trees, Thousands of years old. Older than the sequoias."

"Did James talk you into that?"

"Yes and no. The pines are on my bucket list. I did not realize they were just a day trip away until he mentioned it. He gave me his map. Do you mind?"

"I would never mind going anywhere with you. How high are we going to get?"

"Sorry, I don't use that stuff."

That remark got me physically attacked just as a ranger was driving past. She stopped and laughed. I walked to her window and said, "You are supposed to stop assaults, help me."

She was the redhead that had seen Paula flashing.

Paula was on my back with her arms around my shoulders and her legs wrapped around my waist. She was growling as she gently bit my neck. The ranger laughed and said, "I am more likely to help her. I am sure you deserve it."

"He does," Paula said to her.

The ranger drove on but not before taking a good look at Paula, or more accurately at where Paula's legs wound around my waist.

"I think she could see my pussy," Paula whispered in my ear.

"I know she saw something," I said.

I walked us to my car and looked at our reflection on a window.

"She could not see your pussy but she had a very nice view of your beautiful ass," I said.

"Hmm. Maybe when we get back I could get myself arrested."

I reached back and swatted her butt.

She tried to help me clean up without getting off my back but gave that up just as I finished. Perfect timing on her part.

Our trip to Patriarch Grove was a lot easier than expected even including the gravel and dirt roads. The trip itself took a bit longer than expected.

Paula and I were mesmerized by the surreal landscape and the thought that saber toothed cats and wooly mammoths likely rubbed themselves against the trunk of the trees. We were also awed by the fact that the biggest trees had obviously been hit by lightning at least once but had somehow survived.

Paula was able to flash her tits for my camera several times, which was an added bonus for both of us. There were few visitors up there.

On our way back I mentioned to Paula that more than likely everyone up there with us was a science teacher.

She said, "Only science teachers would know the place existed. Elementary school teachers would have taken you to a zoo."

I mulled her statement in my head and decided she was pleased to be with someone that could show her things that were very different. I knew that the Bellagio Fountains was her favorite place so far, closely followed by the Bellagio buffet but I knew Patriarch Grove was now on her favorites list somewhere, as were Vegas and Mt. Whitney

Paula saw her first bear and first moose on our way back. We stopped at the village and ate there before continuing home. It was late when we made it to bed so we did not fuck that night content to be naked in each other's arms. We did of course fuck first thing in the morning.

I did note that the incidences of lovemaking had probably overtaken the fucks.

It was still early in the morning when we began our scenic drive to San Francisco and after deciding to ignore my navigation device I found our downtown hotel near Powell St.

I had the valet place my car in an expensive parking garage and made him promised me it would be safe there. I did not understand why he was chuckling as he said that.

I reassured Ishii that it was not in jail and would come back for it.

"Your Sequoias name is Ishii?" the valet asked.

I nodded yes. His smile became friendly and said, "I will make sure the old masseuse has a comfortable stay."

I smiled and stopped worrying about my vehicle.

I left it there for nearly three days; I never drive when I visit a strange city.

After we settled in our small but comfortable room in what would be called a "boutique hotel" we ventured out and as we wandered around we found a department store.

We had to look at the name more than once to be sure the name of the place wasn't Fuck but even after we were sure it was a letter short of that I took a picture of Paula next to it. We decided that would be as good a place as any to get her a jacket. I did not say anything at all but my facial expressions apparently had her choosing a dark red one. It seemed to make her appear even more radiant than she already was.

The place also had skirts and even though the price made Paula gasp she bought one that matched the jacket. She tested it in the dressing room and told me, "I could raise the front without exposing my ass. It is perfect."

We took a cab to Fisherman's Wharf, ate a late lunch/early supper and did touristy things including a sight seeing tour. The area was too crowded for a flash but we took about as many pictures as the rest of the thirty million tourists around us did. Neither of us could muster any interest for a tour of Alcatraz.

We were back at our hotel in time for a leisurely make-out session before dressing and taking a cab to the ballpark.

We walked around the perimeter of the field level seats and found that the view from anywhere in the park was tremendous. Paula loved the kid's slide inside the giant coke bottle and briefly considered taking a ride. I reminded her that under her flared skirt was a nude pussy.

I loved the giant glove. Paula loved the sight and the idea of McCovey cove. She giggled at the flotilla of splash hit ball seekers. She had seen that on TV and was thrilled to see the yachts, Kayaks and surfboards have their own little floating party.

We agreed it was the best ballpark we had ever seen. She had only seen three but I had been in fifteen. Seeing all thirty-two was on my bucket list. The continuously name changing Giants Park put me halfway there.

It was a Monday night game against a not too interesting opponent for the locals. Paula's and mine home team had just finished playing a series in Los Angeles and were starting a series against the Giants on a Monday night.

I was a bit surprised that there were at least twenty thousand fans there but we had plenty of room to roam. We had a couple of opportunities for tit flashes and took them but it was not until the fourth inning that we got our pussy/tit shots. The second picture was with her cell phone. Paula immediately sent that picture to Lucy.

Our main mission accomplished we settled to watch the game on the right field wall and were amazed to see a ball go over our heads and splash into McCovey cove. Paula enjoyed watching the scramble for the ball and cheered as two girls on a dinghy won the prize.

Our home team caps again got us on TV back home. It captured us as Paula was cheering the girls in the splash hit race as I beamed at her. We were relieved that it happened after we had begun to pay attention to the game.

My son texted me, " Saw U. Important lady?"

I though about it for a few moments and answered, "Yes."

"Congrats," he texted back.

We got a fellow fan to take a picture of us on my cell phone and I sent it to him. Paula again sent the same picture to her mother. For some reason, probably a perverse one, Paula was not answering her phone when her mother called. She was likely avoiding interrogation.

Her mother had left two messages on my phone and Paula had texted to her "message received" in response each time. At least she identified herself as the responder. The last thing I needed was to have her mother want to kill me on sight.

When we got back to the hotel we went to the bar. We asked the bartender if there was any place of interest nearby we could enjoy dinner and would not be overwhelmed by fellow tourists.

"How adventurous are you," he asked.

Paula said, "Above average. I want to go to a lesbian bar."

The bartender and I each raised an eyebrow and looked at her. He looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

He said, "As luck would have it you are a block and a half away from a nice place that is first and foremost a good restaurant. The food is very, very good; their chef has an excellent reputation. It serves until eleven.

The club itself is on the second floor and opens at eleven. Monday nights they have drink specials for people in the arts and club industry so the place is lively, for a Monday night. You will not need reservations for either the restaurant or the club tonight.

There are straight and bi couples and gay men that frequent the club but more than half of the clientele will be bi and gay women. Some do get very up close and personal with each other.

I get off at midnight and I usually go there before going home. I will be one of the gay men."

Paula and I had already figured out he was gay so my first question to him was, "Do they allow pictures to be taken?"

"Officially no. But if the photos include your wife no one will say anything. I am sure most of the women will show off for you. You may need to give the men a chance to get out of the shot."

"What would you recommend from the menu?" Paula asked him.

"Anything that sounds Italian."

I put out my hand for him to shake and introduced Paula and myself. He said his name was Ron even though his nametag read Phil.

"Does Phil know you have his name tag?" I asked in jest.

He laughed and said, "There is no Phil. The story is that he was the first bartender in this hotel but that would have been well before I was born. All the bartenders have always worn the name on their nametag although no one remembers how that got started."

As Paula and I rose to leave I asked him to find us when he got to the club. I told him I would buy a drink for him and reverse our roles.

He smiled and said thanks.

We were already sitting in the restaurant before either of us remembered that Paula was not wearing anything under her jacket. I saw that the restaurant sold branded t-shirts and I bought her a black one. The restaurant's name was Paul's.

When she returned from the ladies room wearing it you could easily see she was braless. The shirt seemed to be advertising that it was holding Paula's tits for me. When she sat at the table you could see the excitement in her nipples.

"This fits perfectly. Thanks, she said.

"You do look nice in that," our waitress said, apparently to Paula's tits. Paula's nipples showed their appreciation. I took the picture.

I suspected it was going to be a wild night.

I had once heard a wise old Italian remark that his favorite food was anything that ended in an "i." I ordered Linguini de mare and Paula ordered Ravioli. Both were delicious. When our waitress brought the check she asked if we were going to stay and join them upstairs.

As I signed for our dinner Paula said yes and that we looked forward to it.

Our server's nametag read Ginger but Paula and I had already decided it was a fake name, all the others working the restaurant had name tags with the names of TV sitcom characters. We did not see a Maryanne though.

Ginger said that we could start our tab now and just hand it to the bartender when we got upstairs. I said "good idea" and ordered my second Dos Equis.

Paula asked the girl to suggest something she liked herself and we both saw Ginger glance at her tits before answering, "Twin Peaks. It is pretty to look at but can be dangerous to your sobriety. I can only safely handle one but it does make the night fun."

"I will have that," Paula said.

"Why is it called Twin Peaks?" I asked.

The server did her best not too look at Paula's tits while saying, "Apparently there was a TV show by that name. Our owner's wife had a bit part in it; she was murdered in the opening scene. She said it was a dizzying experience and so was the drink somebody made for her after shooting wrapped that day. I'll be right back with your drinks."

After she left I said to Paula, "The poor kid can't keep her eyes off your boobs."

"Neither can the couple sitting behind you. Reach over and pinch a nipple, I want to see what kind of reaction it produces."

"Let's wait until Ginger comes back with our drinks."

"Good thinking."

We had long ago figured out that Paula should be sitting to my right. I was left-handed and she was a righty. The hands nearest the other were always free so they often wandered over the others body. More than once at a campsite we had eaten a meal with my bare cock in her left hand and my right hand middle finger in her pussy.

That night my hand had already spent dinner "accidentally" brushing her nipples; it was what was keeping them gloriously prominent. Her hand had been resting on my hard cock all through dinner.

"Here she comes," Paula whispered.

As I gestured with my hand I trapped a nipple between two fingers, palm facing outward. You could easily see the long nipple between my fingers.

We heard two sighs, one from our server and one from the lady behind me. I did not release the nipple until our server was trying to place my beer in front of me without looking. Paula acted as if nothing of interest had happened although she now had one nipple larger than the other.

Between sips I took another picture of her, or rather of Ginger staring at her tits.

Before we finished our drinks the doors on the balcony opened and most of the diners went up the stairs. We were still enjoying our drink so we stayed at our table a bit longer. Ginger came by to tell us the upstairs was open. I noted she had never referred to it as a club.

I asked her to pose next to Paula so our friends could see that we were right when we told them about our gorgeous server. She giggled and said, "Sure."

I pretended that I had a difficult time getting them both in the picture and suggested to her that she put her chin on Paula's shoulder. Paula gave me a knowing smile and placed a hand on the far side of girl's neck and guided her until they were cheek to cheek. As expected my first picture showed the girl staring at Paula's tits. I said to her, "One more and this time look at the camera instead of her tits."

"The girl blushed and giggled then said, "That's hard."

"Yes they are, aren't they?"

I got a good picture of both laughing.

"Is there anyone behind me?" I asked.

"No," was the reply.

I looked at the girl and said, "One more. Put your arms around her and your hands on her tits. Spread your fingers so the nipples are between them."

The girl complied without the slightest hesitation. Paula may have moaned. The picture I got was perfect, Paula had closed her eyes and the girl was staring at the nipples between her fingers. The second flash of the camera broke both of their trances but it still took the girl a beat or two before she removed her hands.

Paula said to her, "You forgot to squeeze the nipples before you took your hands away."

The girl mauled Paula's tits as they shared a torrid kiss. They did not appear to notice the next three flashes of the camera.

The kiss and the groping ended abruptly when the girl stood and told me, "You better take your wife upstairs before I take her home with me."

It wasn't until Ginger stood that I noticed that Paula's forearm had been under the girl's skirt. I stood and kissed Ginger's cheek and asked her, "Do you work tomorrow night?"

She said, "Yes."

"We will see you then. Make sure we end up at your table."

My cock was pressing lightly on her thigh. Her hand found it and gave it a squeeze as she gave me a fine kiss on the lips.

"Until then," she said then quickly walked towards the kitchen. It wasn't until she went past the kitchen door that it occurred to me I had just made arrangements for a threesome.

Paula had managed to stand up. She said, "That is a sneaky strong drink. I better not finish it or I'll never be able to get up the stairs." She had finished less than half of the bright emerald green concoction.

I kidded her by saying that half of her wooziness was likely from having her hand on a pussy.

She grinned. "A naked and wet pussy," she said.

Like most men I like to dance but will not admit to it. Paula dragged me to the dance floor as soon we got there and kept me there for at least twenty-seven hours. She claimed to be impressed with my dancing ability and I was impressed by how sexily her body moved. I was not nearly alone in that regard.

I convinced her I needed a break and I ordered a beer for me, she wanted a coke. I changed my order to a coke with a twist of lemon. Paula asked for a twist of lemon in hers. She gave me a long soft kiss while we waited.

After we got our drinks we found a table to stand next to and looked at the crowd. Ron was right about the clientele; it was mostly women, with a few couples, some apparently looking for a threesome partner, and gays with friends. Several women came by and asked Paula to dance but she declined and told them to make sure they asked again later.

One of them looked at Paula in the eye and said, "You are not going home with any of us tonight are you?"

"No, he has exclusive rights to me and I have exclusive rights to him tonight. We are here just to have fun and to buy a friend a drink when he comes in. Neither of us would object if you kissed me though."

The woman smiled and gave Paula a nice soft kiss.

"That was very nice. Until you find somebody feel free to come by for kisses," Paula said to her.

The girl smiled and kissed Paula again, that kiss was a bit more intense.

The next woman to come by did not ask and just simply kissed Paula.

I was still mulling the "exclusive rights" bit in my head when Ron came in with a very pretty girl he introduced to us as his sister Iris, she had just gotten off work too. She worked in the hotel's room service kitchen.