Daisy's Resort Pt. 01

Honestly, I didn't know what quite to expect of the place. I knew it only had fifty cabins and twenty RV spots, so accounting for day trippers maybe a maximum attendance of about two hundred. It had more amenities than I would have imagined a swinger resort to have, but at the same time I expected something grander based on photos of other resorts I'd seen online. I expected to see nudity and lots of it, but more sexual activities, too; it looked like almost everyone I saw was just having a (non-sexual) good time.

I stuck to the left and went up the hill, following the signs for "Voyeur Village". It was exactly as described: a rather large roundabout surrounded by cabins, and in the middle was the pool, an outdoor bar under a canopy, and the dance floor in between. For obvious reasons there was no changing rooms to be seen, but an open-air outdoor shower was right by the pool.

And, then I realized why it was called Voyeur Village: the wall of every cabin facing the pool was plate glass, and the doors adjacent to the plate glass walls were all sliding glass. You could look out from your own cabin, and see the inside of almost every other cabin in the roundabout. You could definitely see the inside of every cabin from the pool, bar, or dance floor. There were clearly curtains that could be drawn for some privacy, and some were, but it also clearly wasn't the intent and just an option occupants could exercise.

Daisy gleamed at me from behind those large sunglasses of hers. "You like it?" she asked as I pulled up to cabin number 49, second on the right. Literally every person who walked into this section of the resort from the road, could see in this cabin with no difficulty whatsoever.

"It's a little...brazen, isn't it?" I asked. My thoughts flashed back to yesterday's text conversation: college-age Daisy wouldn't even have imagined going to a place like this. As wild and free as she was, she preferred keeping her activities private...or at least, anonymous.

Daisy got out of the rental practically the moment I parked. "That's why it's perfect," she said. "New me, new lifestyle, no hiding and no regrets," she finished as she grabbed her overnight bag from the back seat. She was on her way to the door, her toned butt jiggling slightly as she walked, before I could even get my seat belt undone, and I followed her into the cabin not long after.

The cabin wasn't large, two-and-a-half rooms. The four post bed which had multiple obvious bondage points, was pushed against the wall to my right, facing the plate glass window. Next to it was a night stand on one side, a small hotel dresser on the other, with a light fixture over the head of the bed. Across from the bed was a tiny bathroom -- not much more than a toilet, sink, shower stall, and linen and toiletry stand. Next to the bathroom, a kitchenette in an alcove that wasn't more than a mini-fridge, two-cup coffee maker, microwave, hot plate, and sink. A dining table barely big enough to seat two, broke up the space between the main room and kitchenette.

A honeymoon suite it was not, but I supposed catering to an occupant's every need wasn't the intent. It was basically just a space to sleep, do your business, and fuck with some pretense of privacy; the rest of the resort was for everything else, including fucking too. Daisy walked over to the plate glass wall and stretched lazily in front of it, yawning.

"What time is it?" she asked. I checked my phone, and replied, "7:45."

"Shit!" she exclaimed, grabbing a towel from the bathroom stand and her purse. "Dinner service ends at eight. I'll grab us something from the buffet, you shower and hurry over. Bring a towel to sit on if you come naked!" she called, on her way out the door.

"Okay," I called out, watching her power walk down the road, still naked, towel and purse in hand, and no cares other than making it to dinner in time. I grabbed my toiletries out of my bag, quickly showered, put my shorts back on with no underwear, and found my way to the two-story building down the short hill.

By the time I got there, very few diners remained and the staff was already finishing bussing and cleaning the buffet table. I felt a little guilty for being a latecomer and the extra work it would probably mean for the staff, but after Daisy and I had dinner early, I could use a light meal especially if we would be drinking tonight. Daisy caught my attention by waving from her table in a corner, where she was sitting next to a couple that appeared to be in their late forties or early fifties.

The man was naked, greying and well-built but developing the middle-age pudge, and had a rug of hair on his chest. The woman was dyed blonde, her hair kept in a fashionable bun, and wore sultry makeup. She wore a purple club dress with cutout sides and a keyhole that showed underboob, that put her lack of bra or panties on clear display. Her breasts had no tellale shape or scars, but judging from their unnatural perkiness it was clear she'd had work done in the past. She was skinny but very tone, with a strong and slightly angular face, suggesting she was compensating for middle age by spending a lot more time in the gym than usual. Despite time starting to take its toll on her, she was still quite attractive.

As I sat down at the table, Daisy leaned over to kiss me. "Hey," she said, "this is Stacy and Quinn, they're over in lakeside, number 11. I told them we're new and they offered for us to sit, so we wouldn't have to eat alone."

I reached across the table, extending my hand to the man. "Nice to meet you, Quinn," I said. The three of them looked at each other for a moment, and started laughing. The man took my hand, and gave it a shake so firm it was almost painful.

"I'm Stacy," he said, "my wife is Quinn. Common mistake, no need to apologize," the man finished, still chuckling to himself. I shook Quinn's hand next, and tucked into my dinner of cooling sides and appetizers. It wasn't what I would have preferred, but I wasn't very hungry and just happy to have gotten something.

Our dinner conversation, like everything else I'd experienced in the resort wasn't what I expected, being entirely social. Stacy was an engineer who owned a couple tech patents, had been able to retire early, and did consulting work on the side to supplement royalties and stock proceeds. Quinn was an interior decorator who left her permanent job when Stacy retired, and did independent contract work to keep herself occupied. They had three kids, the youngest of whom just graduated college, and their leisure time was spent staying in lifestyle resorts across the country.

Daisy and I shared our stories, and the two of them toasted us in congratulations for our decision to enter a relationship together after so long. It was still new to me and nothing really felt different, but it did feel nice putting a label on whatever it was Daisy and I had before. Quinn, at least, shared her opinion it was admirably healthy that we were already in the swinging lifestyle, to some degree, before entering a relationship so that all expectations and interests were clear moving ahead.

The staff kindly ushered the four of us out of the dining area to finish cleaning, and we retired to the patio where other couples were happily chatting. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice Stacy had quite the impressive cock and weighty balls, even completely unaroused, swinging pendulously between his legs...something Daisy clearly noticed, judging by her devilish smile. Daisy excused herself to clean up before the newcomers' party, and left me alone with Stacy and Quinn.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and Quinn nodded. She said, "honey, why don't you get a drink at the bar before the party, and let the two of us talk?"

"That sounds like a great idea, baby. You have fun," Stacy said, standing up to shake my hand before leaving the patio and heading up the hill. Now it was just the two of us, and I had a suspicion I knew what was about to happen.

Quinn looked at me, smiling. "It's your first time, right?" she asked.

"Partner swapping?" I guessed. Quinn smiled and nodded.

"Yes. Stacy and I like to talk to the other partners alone for a while before making a decision. We play solo too, so there's no hard feelings if you're not interested, or Daisy isn't interested in Stacy. Just as long as everyone is comfortable with what happens."

"So," I asked, "are you interested?"

Quinn smiled, "yes, I am. Are you?" The level of forthrightness caught me by surprise, and for a moment I didn't know what to say. She was certainly attractive, but I wasn't completely sure about partner swapping with a couple we'd only known an hour. It wasn't that much different than a one-night stand, app hookup, or one of Daisy's anonymous encounters back in college, so I supposed it would be all right.

"Do you mind if I text Daisy really fast?" I asked.

"Take your time," Quinn said, taking a sip of the water she'd brought out onto the patio. I took my phone out of my pocket, and texted Daisy.

"Do you want to swap with Stacy and Quinn?" I asked her. A reply didn't come immediately at first, as Daisy must have still been in the shower. Quinn and I made small talk until it did.

"FUCK YES!" it read. I didn't think Stacy would have been her type, but that cock of his probably clenched it. "Do you?" she typed next.

"Sure," I responded. I looked back to Quinn and said, "Daisy's down for it. So...how do we do this?"

"Stacy's already at the bar, so let me text him to go to your cabin. We'll go to ours," Quinn said, taking her phone out of her purse. A couple messages later, she looked at me and smiled, saying "it's all set up, let's go." We got up, Quinn looped her arm around my elbow, and we started on our way to their lakeside cabin.

"So," I said, "we'll probably miss the newcomers' party." Quinn laughed.

"It sucks anyways. It's basically just introductions, this little ritual where you do a body shot off a member of the staff, and then it's a party like any other. You won't miss anything," she finished. Quinn unlocked their cabin door, and we stepped in; it was identical to our own, except one wall wasn't entirely made of glass.

Quinn stepped around me to the kitchenette, asking "would you like a glass of wine? I have a bottle already on ice."

"Absolutely," I said, sitting on the edge of their bed. As Quinn turned to take some glasses out of the kitchenette cabinet and bent to open the mini-fridge, I couldn't help but notice how striking Quinn's body was in profile. Her club dress left very little to the imagination, and the slight curve of her butt contrasted against the perky jutting of her breasts provided a strange but appealing contrast. Her entire body was firm, more like Daisy's college physique than the slight womanly jiggle she had to her now.

She took her phone out of her purse, and started playing some soft, romantic music, leaving it on the table. She sauntered over to me, bending slightly to hand me a glass before sitting close to me on the bed. I moved my arm behind her, and she shifted into me, our thighs, hips, and shoulders touching. She clinked my glass, and said "to a good evening" with a seductive smile.

"To a good evening," I said, taking a sip of wine. She sipped hers, and turned her head to kiss me. Her warm, soft lips pressed against mine, and she sighed gently before kissing me a second time, this time deeper and open-mouthed. Her free hand rested on my thigh, as her tongue flicked out of her mouth to caress my lips.

I returned the favor, and our tongues danced against each other's for a brief moment before she pulled back to take another sip of wine. I took a sip of my own, and we returned to our makeout session. I moved my hand to caress the small of her back, and she sighed again as her hand slid up and down my thigh. She sucked my tongue as I traced my fingers across the top of her butt, and she pulled back again, stood up, and downed her wine in a single gulp.

She put the empty glass on the table, and began to dance, swaying slightly to the music. I watched as she slowly explored her body with her hands, starting from her neck, down her shoulders, over her breasts, pinching her erect nipples through her dress and moaning slightly, down her torso and belly, across her hips and down her thighs. She turned, showing me her backside, as she slipped her fingertips beneath the club dress and pulled it over her head tantalizingly slowly.

She turned towards me seductively, showing me the front of her nude body. Her skin was fair and only beginning to show signs of aging, and I couldn't help but notice the tattoo of a small heart with a butterfly sitting on it on her right breast. Her nipples were large, pink, and prominently erect now. She had another tattoo -- an upside-down pineapple -- on her left hip.

Between her smooth bikini line, I noticed a natural but well-kept triangle of sparse, light brown, pubic hair. From my vantage point I could see her labia were closely-trimmed, and visibly poking out from between them was a vertical curved barbell with knocker-style dangle, above her large, already-erect, clit. She sauntered back to me, leaned forward, and pushed my wine glass to my lips, urging me to finish it.

I swallowed the last of my wine, and she set the glass on the table. She sat sideways in my lap, continuing to french kiss me deeply while her hands roamed my shoulders and back. I held her in my arms, my cock already hard, as I traced my fingers down her back and hips. She breathed deep into my lips, the taste of the wine still in our mouths, as she whispered "you're good at that."

"Thank you," I whispered back. "You're no slouch yourself," I replied, and she giggled into my lips before sliding her tongue into my mouth. She ground her hips into my lap, rubbing my cock through the shorts, and I couldn't help but groan pleasurably. It had been a few days since my last orgasm, and Daisy had spent half the road trip teasing me, and I already felt the need to release my tension with this woman.

"Do you have condoms?" I asked, needing to know now before things progressed too far.

"Yes," she replied, pulling back to look me in the eyes, but still planting little kisses on my lips. "But we can go bare if you're tested," she finished. I almost always used condoms, and I could count the number of women with whom I'd gone bare with one hand -- the risks were just too great. Daisy was one of them, but she kept up-to-date with testing and had an IUD.

But, if Quinn was comfortable with it, so was I in the moment. "Yeah," I said, "I got tested before Daisy and I started messing around." Quinn got out of my lap and crawled across the bed, reaching over to grab her phone. I took in the sight of her naked ass and pierced pussy so close, and felt the thrill of impending sex. She unlocked it, showing me the electronic documents from her last test, dated earlier this week.

I didn't keep my results ready on my phone -- though I should have thought of it before -- so I had to dig through my email app to find my most recent one. Six months old, but I showed it to Quinn saying, "Daisy is the only person I've been with since, and the only person she's been with is me."

Quinn thought for a moment, pursing her lips, before saying "okay." She put the phone back on the table, and crawled across the bed back to me. She smiled on her hands and knees, reaching for my shorts. She unbuckled and unzipped them, and I laid down on the bed, arching my hips to allow her to remove them.

My cock sprang upwards, throbbing and leaking precum. Quinn smiled and moaned in approval, and reached between my legs to massage my balls while planting kisses and licks on the bottom of my shaft. I moaned, and reflexively thrust my hips and clenched my pubic muscles, pressing my eager cock against Quinn's lips as a drop of precum slid down its head.

She moaned in response, parting her lips and opening her mouth to admit my penetrating cock. I gasped and squirmed as I felt her tongue dance around the head, and I tried to focus on my breath and force my pelvis to relax. I knew once we started I wasn't going to last long, and felt a pang of anxiety that I would prematurely ejaculate. Quinn must have intuited it from my reactions, and backed off, looking me in the eyes as she gently and luxuriously licked the bottom of my shaft up and down with just the tip of her tongue.

I didn't want to run the risk of leaving Quinn unsatisfied, so after a moment I asked, "do you mind if I eat your pussy a little?" She laughed with a little kiss to the end of my cock, and crawled over to lay on the bed next to me, spreading her legs. "Such a gentleman," she said in a joking, but sultry, way. "I thought you'd never ask."

I turned to her, propping myself up on one elbow and extending my other hand over her body, to caress her torso. I leaned forward to french kiss her some more, before kissing down the statuesque line of her cheek to her neck. She tilted her head and gasped, and I felt her hands against the back of my head and back. The skin of her neck was warm and soft, slightly salty from the sheen of sweat from the heat and humidity, and I smelled her natural scent lightly beneath her perfume.

I kissed down her collarbone and across her breasts, stopping to give her tattooed skin special attention. She quietly breathed and moaned as I stroked her breasts, taking turns between each, licking her large aerolae and flicking her nipples before suckling them gently. I took my time licking and sucking her nipples, savoring her pleasurable sounds and the movement of her body beneath me, until her hand on the back of my head pushed me downwards, urging me to continue.

I kissed down her belly, moving between her legs as I did. She bent her knees, putting her feet on my back. As I kissed down the crease of her bikini line, I slid my hands underneath her, squeezing her ass and propping her hips up. I looked up into her eyes and saw the pleasured, eager, look on her face, staring down at me and biting her lower lip. Her pubic hair tickled each cheek as I continued taking my time, kissing and licking down both of her thighs and back up before ever touching her pussy.

Quinn's pussy was flushed and tented, and her large clit poked out underneath the piercing. Her scent was strong, but good, and her pussy glistened in the cabin's low light from her wetness. I leaned forward, planting my lips against her pussy, and she twitched and gasped as I slid my tongue between her pussy lips. I licked up and down between them, and around her vaginal opening, as she tilted her hips downwards.

Her pierced clit brushed against my nose, eliciting a deep moan and jerk of the hips from her, and her pubic hair tickled my nose as I slowly licked and kissed upwards. She slowly humped my face, her breath deep and loud, moaning in between breaths, as I toyed with her piercing. At last, I slid my hands around and grabbed her by the hips as I locked my lips around her clit, sucking while darting my tongue around its sides.

"Oh...fuck!" her moaning and humping became more urgent as I licked and sucked, her breath deep and ragged. Her hand clenched into a fist on the back of my head, grasping my hair as she thrust her hips. I could feel her thighs quivering against my cheeks. She pushed my face into her pussy, smothering me slightly as I sucked and licked her clit as hard and fast as I could.

"I'm...close...shit!" she cried out, bucking and twitching her hips, the muscles of her pelvis and thighs pulsing around me. I felt myself running out of breath, but kept working her clit through it, letting her ride the wave of orgasm as long as we could. She moaned raggedly, her body tense, her hips twitching less and less. After a moment, she laughed and moaned loudly, letting go of the fistful of my hair.