Finding Myself Pt. 03

Again, there was general agreement. Men, it seemed, just like tits.

When the women spoke, it was far more general. Every discussion began with reference to our own breasts - and it seemed I was the only one who was satisfied with their own. Probably because mine were boringly average. Women with large breasts wanted to be smaller and vice versa.

"We're agreed then," Marsha stated, "all tits are great."

I think that was always going to be the outcome, but we had fun finding out.

"What next?" Jade wondered. "Perfect cocks?"

It was obvious that fondling such an array of boobs had made all the men erect, and we could see the raised, purple heads waving below the water. It might have been interesting, but having broken the barrier between naturism and swinging, we were ready to move on. It had been very evident that Marsha and Brad, who had been most resistant to sharing each other, had loved what had happened, and with this in mind, it was time to move forward.

"How about a fingering contest?" Jade suggested, tentatively. "Whoever makes their girl cum quickest wins."

For our inexperienced friends (not that I would consider Josh and I experienced), it was a big step forward, and after exchanging apprehensive looks, they agreed. There was some talk about Brenda and Lacey's roles, but for the purpose of the exercise, we decided that Lacey would identify as male.

Next we had to decide who partnered who. We played 'rock, paper, scissors'. Each woman would play with those who were not their partner, and if they matched, they would pair up. If more than one matched, they would keep going until they were paired.

I found myself with Rick, Josh was with Marsha, Brad with Brenda and Jade with Lacey. Of all of us, Jade looked most apprehensive. She had only ever been with men before, and this was new territory for her - however, Brenda and I reassured her - which in fairness was not difficult. I felt that Jade and Marsha wanted to explore new avenues of fun, but were held back by their upbringing.

Eventually, we all agreed - what happens in Mexico, stays in Mexico.

There followed a brief discussion about oral stimulation, which we eventually agreed was permissible, and then wandered out of the water to the beach.

We laid out clothes to avoid getting sand in unwanted places, and sorted out our preferred positions. I lay on my back, as did Brenda and Jade. Marsha, however, was on hands and knees, displaying her bum to Josh.

On the count of three, we started. I had half expected all the men to begin vigorously, desperately attacking our erogenous zones with little skill or expertise. I had misjudged, however. Rick began by playing with my boobs again, licking and kissing them, heightening my pleasure before his hand drifted between my legs.

He opened my labia gently, despite my wetness, and as I spread my legs, he knelt up to look at my pussy. What was clear was that he focused on my pleasure, and was aware of what women liked. Jade had trained him well. My clitoris was hardly difficult to locate - by sight or by touch - and Rick began to stroke and massage it, first gently, then with increasing pressure.

I had closed my eyes, but hearing sighs from the other women, I opened my eyes to see what was happening. I could not see everything from my prone position, but it was clear that all of our partners were skilled. Marsha was burying her face in her t-shirt, eyes closed, mouth wide as Josh attended to her. I guessed he would be licking her (he loved oral), while burying his fingers inside her, and probably stimulating her bum as well.

Brenda was writhing as Brad sucked on her nipples, and, I guessed, fingered her pussy (I couldn't see that far). Jade, meanwhile, had her head back, back arched, as Lacey sought to bring her to climax. Lacey had the advantage of knowing a woman's parts extremely intimately, and had plenty of experience of masturbating, as well as her time with Brenda - and me, of course.

I closed my eyes again, needing to focus on my own pleasure and not being distracted by others. Rick had worked down my body, and was licking my clit. His aim was good, and he varied his touches between licks, flicking and tapping. He had a finger inside me, working in and out. This was good, but needed a little instruction.

"Use two fingers," I whispered, "and bend them up a little - onto that spongy bit. Mmmm... now... faster."

He did as instructed, finding my most sensitive part, and I began to feel the familiar sparks of an orgasm starting. I moaned gently as the sensation built, my legs and hips tensing, back arching as he kept working, licking my clit and driving in and out of my very wet cunt.

Then, suddenly, the release. I felt the gush of my fluids, as my pussy went from 'wet' to 'soaked', and cried out in pleasure, head spinning as my nuscles tightened and relaxed rhythmically. Rick kept going throughout my orgasm, apparently enjoying the way I abandoned myself, eventually needing to be gently eased away from my hyper-sensitive parts.

He knelt up, smiling at me with ill-concealed pride. I looked to the side, seeing a row of breathless, smiling women. I had no idea who had cum first - nor, I suspect, did any of those who now lay smiling at one another. Those responsible for our situation, however, were clear. Lacey made Jade cum first, then Josh, followed by Rick. In truth, no-one really cared. We had all orgasmed so close together that it made no difference.

Finally, it was the turn of the men, three of whom stood with proud erections. Josh and Brad were similar sizes - although Josh's cock had a noticeable bend to one side. I quite liked it when a cock curved like that - somehow it helped my hand movement. Rick was smaller, but did not seem to find this a problem. That was quite a relief, as some men could be quite competitive over the length of their cock. Personally, I was not unduly bothered.

We had agreed to swap again, meaning I would be with Brad, Josh with Jade, Brenda with Rick and Lacey with Marsha. It was this final pairing which led to some uncertainty. Marsha had never been with a person with female parts before, and while willing to try (with Brad's encouragement), she was clearly apprehensive.

Lacey said they were willing to sit out, if necessary, but Marsha, seeing that this would be unfair, agreed to try. I suspected that her ingrained reluctance had been overcome somewhat by the touching and kissing of breasts which we had done before, and now, perhaps, she was more open to experimentation. Finally, she agreed.

This time, they all lay back on the clothing. I had expected them to prefer standing - quite a few men prefer this dominant position - but this was not the case.

I could probably have jerked Brad off very rapidly - just like I had done previously to an annoying man in a hotel bar - but although we had called this a competition, I think 'winning' was not a concept that concerned us any more. It was all about fun and pleasure - definitely not about proving which woman had the best technique, or which man had the most stamina.

I dribbled saliva on the head of Brad's cock, and began to use my hands, twisting around the sensitive, purple glans, while my other hand grasped his shaft. What was fun about this was that Jade was left handed, so we lay to opposite sides of our partners. This meant we could make eye contact with one another and watch. I loved watching Josh being jerked off, and while Jade's technique seemed less skilled than mine, she was still doing a great job.

I reached and took Brad's balls in my hand, gently squeezing them, and allowing my finger to drift lower, towards his bum-crack. I was unsure how he would respond to this, but had decided I would let him experience the pleasure of prostate stimulation, which Josh enjoyed so much. Jade must have seen my movement, and replicated it, noting how Josh tensed and allowed his legs to part a little more, encouraging her to touch him.

I lowered my head, and began to lick along Brad's shaft, gently mouthing his scrotum and balls, tempted to take them in my mouth, but not wanting to hurt him. I spread his legs wider, so I could lick beneath, along the skin between balls and anus, before working back up, this time opening my mouth to engulf the head.

Now I began to bob up and down, tongue swirling, head twisting from side to side as I felt him tense. I was certain he must be experiencing waves of pleasure, and wondered how this compared to his experiences with Marsha - she had seemed rather naïve.

This thought made me wonder how Lacey was getting on, and I opened my eyes to get a quick look. From my brief glance, I could tell all was going well. Marsha's head was between Lacey's legs, and Lacey's head was back, eyes closed, clearly enjoying themselves. It seemed Marsha had overcome her 'first-time nerves', and I would have smiled, had my mouth not been otherwise occupied.

I heard a cry from Rick, and guessed that either Brenda had made him cum, or he was very close. Time to up my game.

I slid my finger between Brad's buttocks, locating his anus, feeling him stiffen, then relax, as if accepting. I worked past the tight ring, pushing inside until deep enough to touch his prostate. He gasped - clearly in pleasure this time - as I pressed and rubbed the sensitive gland.

Allowing my lips to release Brad's member, I began using my hand again. This was the great benefit of lying on top, of course - both hands were available. He was coated with my saliva, and my hand moved freely and easily, rapidly jerking him, knowing that he would not hold out for long.

Suddenly, he gasped, and his body went rigid, cock swelling slightly in my hand as he prepared to ejaculate. I kept stroking as his semen flew in a long string into the air, hitting my face and dropping onto his stomach. Another spurt and I lowered my mouth, initially accepting what was propelled into my mouth, then sucking to ensure nothing was missed. I looked across to find Jade watching me, her mouth firmly around Josh's penis. I opened my mouth, showing her Brad's cum on my tongue, then closed my lips and swallowed.

Jade redoubled her efforts, and I saw Josh stiffen, ready for release - very familiar to me, of course. Jade copied my moves, first releasing him to watch his initial ejaculations, then taking him between her lips to enjoy the final spurts. She even showed me the contents of her mouth before swallowing. We both giggled. I like Jade, and felt we would become firm friends - I was looking forward to the benefits.

As we relaxed, we turned to watch the other pairs. Brenda and Rick had clearly finished before us, and were also focusing on Marsha and Lacey. They were still going - maybe Marsha had taken a while to get started - but now they were into a fine rhythm.

Marsha had her head between Lacey's thighs, and was licking hungrily, clearly enjoying herself. Her fingers were thrusting into Lacey's cunt, while her other hand had snaked under their thigh and was pushing deep between their buttocks. Beyond this, Marsha had straddled Lacey's head, meaning that her pussy was available for Lacey to lick - and they were, licking vigorously, while their fingers parted Marsha's bum cheeks, so we could all see her small back passage.

As we watched, Lacey climaxed, detaching herself from Marsha's cunt as she cried out loud. Not wanting to miss out, Marsha pushed a hand between her own legs, and masturbated herself frantically until she, too, orgasmed - hardly fair, as the rest of us girls had to be satisfied with just our earlier orgasm.

They fell apart, slowly becoming aware of their audience. Their initial embarrassment turned to infectious giggles, then laughter which overtook the entire group.

"Swim!" Exclaimed Jade, and we all dashed into the water, where we played and washed ourselves for the next fifteen minutes, before returning, breathless and happy to the beach.

We lay there for a while, before deciding that enough was enough. We were all tired, and dressed slowly before wandering to our rooms for some much-needed sleep.

Once again, we awoke late for breakfast, and, once again, we felt plenty of eyes on us. Our American friends must have got up earlier, as there was no sign of them. Maybe they were on a trip. We had decided to visit the local monument - a beautiful, Mayan village next to the sea. We had spoken to our friendly chambermaid, and her brother would take us there and back in his car. We could visit the village and take the cliff path to the beach afterwards, calling when we were ready to go to the hotel.

The ruined village was so magnificent. We wandered around while Josh took photos, often asking Brenda, Lacey or me to pose next to buildings. He commented that he would have loved to see us topless or naked against the buildings, but there were too many tourists around for that, so he concentrated on landscapes and tourist shots - although Brenda and I flashed our boobs a couple of times when we were well hidden. It was just that, however, cheeky flashing rather than artistic posing.

The beach was like a postcard. A cliff path with a rustic, wooden fence ran down to perfect sands around semi-enclosed bays, with palm trees, some upright, others leaning at bizarre angles, held up against all odds by roots buried in.

Everywhere on the beach was relaxed. No-one was nude, but quite a few were topless. There was no obvious leering, and people seemed happy to treat bodies as natural, rather than sexual objects. Very unlike the hotel nudist beach, where one might have expected nudity to be ignored.

Brenda, Lacey and I all went topless, my tiny thong allowing me to get sun to almost all of my body. We relaxed and played in the sea, blissfully unselfconscious. It was the first time I had felt like that when naked. At other times, I had known people were looking at me, and while that was often a pleasant feeling, it could become uncomfortable.

The only times I had enjoyed exposing myself to leering were when I was in control - on stage at the hotel, in a hotel bar at home, for example. At other times, I felt threatened.

Eventually, we had to head back to the hotel for dinner. As we wandered through Reception, however, we had a distinct feeling of being watched. Brenda whispered to me that she felt uncomfortable, but we put it down to our performance on stage a couple of nights before and decided to ignore it.

Back at our room, we pushed the door open, and as we entered, spotted an envelope on the floor. Deciding that it must be some message about our trip the following day, Josh opened it. As the piece of paper inside fell out, so did a memory card. Josh picked it up, and read what was written.

"Many thanks for the entertainment last night. Several of us thoroughly enjoyed it. Perhaps you'd like to accompany us on a visit to a local 'club' tonight, where we can all have fun together."

It seemed polite, and we thought it was probably a video of Brenda and I on stage which had encouraged someone to believe we were interested in such things. Josh took out the laptop and inserted the memory card.

We watched. Eight people undressing - splashing in the sea - groping breasts - fingering women - jerking off men. It was a full, high definition recording of the previous night's activities with our American friends. I was unsure how we were supposed to react.

Personally, I was annoyed that people had spied on us, but rather enjoyed the video. It would be a memento of a very enjoyable evening. Josh was livid at first - resenting the fact that someone had done this without consent. He was right, of course. True naturists or swingers would never do such a thing without agreement - but these were 'holiday swingers', and had little interest in the general etiquette of the 'lifestyle'.

Brenda and Lacey joined us, and were also upset by the invasion of our privacy, but also saw the positive side of having the video. However, we suspected that our American friends would be less happy. They had been reluctant to join in with group sex, and had probably only done so due to drink and the sexually charged atmosphere, so knowing that others had not only watched, but recorded their activities would probably be soul-destroying for them. We decided to find them and see if they knew, and how they felt.

This was no easy task, as we did not know which rooms they were in or their last names. We started by going to the main dining areas and looking around, then to the various bars. There was no sign of them - just a succession of people smiling at us, raising glasses, and generally suggesting that they knew exactly what we had been up to. No doubt they did.

We then went to Reception. As we approached, the attractive receptionist held out an envelope to us, with a look that communicated a sense of sadness. We gathered around and read the letter. It was rather long, but the gist was that our friends had decided to leave and go home early. They apologised profusely and stated that they had thoroughly enjoyed our time together, but knowing that so many in the hotel seemed to know what had gone on was just too uncomfortable.

The receptionist cleared her throat, gaining our attention. "I am sorry," she said, "your friends, they leave this afternoon. The staff are very upset. We happy people come have fun and hate when people upset them. People share video with others. It not right. I call police if you wish."

We looked at one another, but declined her offer. We had no idea what the Mexican police were like, and really did not want an even wider audience for the video. Once we told the receptionist, she nodded and made another suggestion.

"If you do not wish to eat here or be round hotel tonight, we would like to invite you to the best restaurant in our town. Food is wonderful, and many staff will be there. Hotel will pay for food. Give you true Mexican experience."

We needed little persuading. She suggested we wait for half an hour, when she would finish work and could take us to the restaurant herself. At least it resolved the issue for one evening.

About an hour later, we arrived at a small restaurant, with half a dozen tables, only one of which was occupied. We recognised one of the hotel bar staff with a woman we assumed to be his wife or girlfriend. He smiled as we entered and raised his glass to us, before returning to his conversation.

We were surprised when we were escorted through this room, and led out through a back door, to an open-air courtyard, surrounded by high, white-washed walls. There was one long table outside, with maybe a dozen seats around it. It was lit by a string of coloured bulbs and music played through speakers mounted on the walls. It was beautiful.

Our new friend, Emilia, showed us to seats, and the owner of the restaurant appeared. She was a small woman - typical of those of Mayan origin in the area - maybe in her forties. She had the sturdy, almost cuboid body shape and almost non-existent neck of those of her ethnicity. She smiled, and greeted us like long-lost friends. This, I guessed, meant that she was aware what we had been subjected to - especially as she knew we were not paying.

She had not asked what we wanted to drink, but carried a tray with four large tequilas in tall glasses garnished with slices of lime. She placed them in front of us and Emilia, along with a plate of lime quarters. Emilia lifted her glass, and we followed suit. "Abajo!", she toasted, and we sipped our drink, as she did (not downing like many), and squeezed a little lime juice onto our tongues.

Our hostess smiled broadly, and spoke to Emilia in rapid Spanish. Emilia translated: "She say you drink like Mexican, not tourist. She pleased." We smiled back, as she rolled away to the kitchen, patting each of us on the shoulder.