Ixchel Ch. 04 - End

Alexis nervously sipped her drink, flustered at how forward she'd been.

A couple of minutes later, Steve asked, "Do you have trouble sleeping down here? I do, the sounds are just weird."

"The first night I did, but when I finally drop off, I sleep like a baby. And I found a pretty good sleeping aid."

"What's that?"

"There's this lovely little swimming pool back by the tennis courts, just a few feet from the bay. I go over there and have a late night swim. It's quite relaxing to float, completely bare. I don't know how I'm going to replicate that back in Dayton."

"Hmmm, I know what you mean. We've got a swim-up suite, last night after the guy left Alexis dropped off pretty quick..." Alexis grinned at the memory, Cheryl admired her sudden candor, "... so I took a long swim. You're right it sure is relaxing. I don't suppose you'd like to come over for a swim, would you?"

Cheryl looked past him to the wife. "I might. Would you like me to, Alexis?" A shy glance.

"Sure I would."


"Okay."

They finished their drinks and the band finished their last song of the evening - this wasn't the bar for the after midnight crowd - so they left. "Do you want to pick up a swimsuit, Cheryl?" Alexis offered.

"No need," she said. "I've already got a great swimsuit on me."

Entering the front door of the room, Cheryl spied the serpentine lagoon out the back. "I've got to go," Steve said, and he ducked into the bathroom.

Cheryl approached Alexis this time, she was the aggressor. The kiss was long, soft. "Do you want to do this?" Cheryl asked. "If you don't, I'll understand."

"Yes, but... It's just... I'm so nervous."

"Nothing to be nervous about, it's just sex," Cheryl assured her.

When Steve entered the room, he gazed at the two women kissing, their hands were roaming each other's back. When they broke, Cheryl said, "So, about a swim?"

"Let me get into my suit," Alexis demanded.

"If I'm not wearing one, you're not either," Cheryl laughed.

"But..."

"Tell you what, I'll keep my panties on. But you have take off everything except your panties, too."

"Oh, but..."

"No buts." Cheryl pulled the sundress off Alexis. Yes, the breasts were small, but conical with well extended nipples. "Nice," Cheryl said, holding them a bit for the first time. "Steve, unzip me, won't you?"

Steve came to her back, let the zipper down, Cheryl stepped out of her gown. She also was topless, who needs a bra this close to the equator, her panties were stretch hipsters, flesh colored. And then she saw why Alexis was so nervous, her underwear was a black, very meager thong, less than four square inches of her groin was covered.

But a deal is a deal, Cheryl grabbed Alexis' hand, the blond shyly let herself be drawn outside to the pool. Behind them came Steve, he'd stripped down to his light blue briefs.

The water was warm, the entire pool was less than five feet deep but fifty yards long, it meandered in a serpentine between three floor apartments and palm trees. The lighting was brighter than at Cheryl's 'secret' pool, but still dim. The threesome waded hand in hand, Cheryl between the wife and husband. It became intimate, Alexis relaxed. "Don't you worry somebody could be looking at us?"

"I want people to look at me," Cheryl explained. "Yes, I'm over 50. But I've still got a great body, why wouldn't every man in this resort want to look at me and touch me? I find that very erotic. Steve, were you turned on last night when the other man looked at your wife, wanted her?"

"Absolutely. Honey, it's okay. It's not like we're on Main street in Nashville. Down here, nobody cares if you're naked. And didn't you like the way Chet was looking at you last night."

"You're right," Alexis agreed, "It's just that this isn't the way I was raised."

They continued to wade and float, when Alexis touched Cheryl's right breast, they pulled together for a kiss. Alexis approached her husband, he kissed her and felt her tits. And then Cheryl approached the man, kissed him, he wasn't even slightly abashed about where he put his hand on Cheryl's chest.

Another kiss between the two women, Cheryl suggested, "Let's go inside." As soon as they got into the room, Steve pulled the blinds shut, the two women kissed, and more.

The women kissed again, hands were roaming, breasts suckled, Steve simply watched his woman delve into this dream. Cheryl pulled the wet panties from Alexis' groin, pushed her onto the huge bed. Letting her own soaked panties fall, not really caring if Steve got a great glimpse or not, she joined Alexis, for the first time a woman touched the blond down there.

And Alexis responded. For years, secretly, she'd longed for this. Whereas Cheryl had found Pat's advances to be only subtly different from those of a desired man, Alexis found the touches, the kisses, the sucks to be utterly diverse. She reveled in the way Cheryl lipped at her nipples, when Cheryl traveled south and put her tongue to Alexis' clit she yipped with violent enthusiasm. Alexis' orgasm tore through her soul.

Was Cheryl, an untutored woman, licking at her first pussy really that much better than most of the men Alexis had slept with? It's hard to say. Yes, Cheryl had studied her own anatomy with care, knew where all the important parts were. Yet she knew only herself, she had no idea where Alexis' g- spot was, indeed if she even had the some-say mythical parcel. But the most important six inches in sex is not the length of a man's penis, it's the extent of the brain. And Alexis was so turned on by finally, at last, being with a woman that whatever Cheryl did, experienced or unskilled, brought her to one of the best orgasms she ever had.

The women toyed with each other, exploring, pleasuring. Cheryl wanted Alexis to go down on her, when Alexis bit at her clitoris she yelped delightedly. And when the women laid on each other, breast to breast, thigh to pussy, the sensations for both were exquisite.

At some point, perhaps the women had been too calm for a few minutes, one said to the other, "Steve's just sitting there."

"I wonder if he's frustrated."

"Maybe. Hey, he hasn't even taken his pants off." "Do you think he should join us?"

"I don't know, what do you think?"

Steve realized he was being teased and invited at the same time. He pulled off his wet briefs, it wasn't truly disguising the rocklike erection anyways, and fell with the women to the bed. Both of them felt and then sucked his prick, both of them kissed him. He felt breasts indiscriminately, poked a finger into whichever hole was offered to him, licked at two very willing pussies. The women attended to him, yes, but they also continued foreplay with each other. Orgasms for both women flew.

And then, Cheryl found Steve was resting on his back, Alexis beside him, playing with his cock. "May I?" Cheryl begged of the wife, Alexis countered with "Be my guest," and Cheryl climbed above him. The blond held the organ upright, there was no need for Cheryl to worry about exactly where it was pointing, and she lowered herself onto him, pushed him inside her.

While she and Steve screwed, Alexis assisted both of them, bringing Cheryl to an orgasm with a flit of her clit, kissing her husband and tickling his balls below Cheryl's ass.

Cheryl bounced upon her male lover, they kissed heartily, Cheryl positioned herself so the prick irritated her g-spot, by slight to and fro motions she brought herself off once more.

Steve had tremendous stamina, that night, that moment. Although he'd been buried within this most alluring siren for more than a quarter hour, he somehow refrained from drenching her pussy with his juice.

Cheryl climbed off him, overfilled for the moment, and fled to the bathroom. When she returned, Alexis and her husband were in a complex pattern, she on her back but lifting her hips with the use of pillows, Steve had her ankles in her hand, twisting her so she provoked his cock, embedded deep inside her, joyfully. Cheryl joined them, kissed both of them, just in time to hear Steve's sigh of completion, he was finishing inside his bride.

When the rhythm of breaths returned to normal, joyful noises broke out. "What a great time!"

It was just shy of midnight, they rang out for pizza from room service, broke open a bottle of Riesling from the fridge. It was joyful, this after-party.

"So that's what I taste like," Alexis smiled, referring to the flavor of Cheryl's juices.

"Not really," Steve contended, the only person there who was familiar with both the girls. "You're kind of sharp and sweet, Cheryl's a little softer, maybe flowery."

"Really? Let me see." Cheryl didn't object when Alexis stuck her tongue into her passage once again, although the action was taunting, not erotic.

When the pizza arrived, Steve wrapped a towel around his waist, unneeded as the native delivery boy craned his neck over Steve's body to get a glimpse of the two very naked women reclining on the bed.

"Tell me," Steve asked Cheryl, "have you ever had a black guy?"

"Funny you should mention that. The guys on Passionné Island, I told you about them, they were both African Americans."

"And..." Alexis queried, it appeared she had yet to taste that particular joy.

"They were good. All right, they were young, athletic. But the pricks were just normal sized, and I didn't find anything that much different."

A little bit later, Steve apologized. "Hey, listen Cheryl, I'm sorry I didn't..."

"Come inside me? I know, I'm pissed. Wanted to save it all for your wife, huh?" It was clear she was joking. "No, I think it's sweet you wanted to save it for her."

"That was the first time I've ever had even a chance at two, I wanted to make sure I could do it."

Cheryl countered, "If you want I'll give you another shot at it tonight."

Alexis added, "Or maybe another time. You know, it's only four hours from Nashville to Cincinnati. What, Dayton's another hour?"

"More or less. Are you inviting me down for a weekend?"

"We've got a son who lives with us."

"There's always hotels. Or we could meet in the middle, Louisville maybe."

It felt so good to Cheryl to be lounging like this, three lovers, no clothes, no concerns. This is the way it should be. Cheryl flicked at Steve's penis. "Is it ready for me yet?"

"Not quite, I took a viagra when I went to the bathroom, it'll take another half hour to kick in."

"Well, fine. Let's go swimming some more."

"In our pool?"

"Nope," Cheryl explained, "in mine. Come on." She grabbed her clutch and Alexis' hand, made for the front door, cautioning Steve to grab the room key.

Alexis resisted. "I've got to put a suit on!"

"Why, who's going to complain? You said you wanted to break the mold, didn't you?" Cheryl cajoled. "Let's go."

Alexis allowed herself to be coaxed, although on the two-hundred yard walk she kept looking over her shoulder furtively, waiting to be busted.

Of course no one spoke up, no one cared. They turned a corner and there the pool was, heart shaped, dim, the waterfall sprinkled merrily. It was empty, as it always was, being on the periphery of the resort and disguised by oleander bushes, Cheryl wondered if half the people who came to the resort ever found it.

They jumped into the tepid water, swam, slid and floated. The play was carnal in nature. At one point Alexis floated on her back, Cheryl supported her shoulders with an arm, with the other she played with the small nipples with a pinch, kissed her. At the other end, Steve sucked at her clit, Alexis' calls challenged the night birds.

A bit later, Steve and Cheryl kissed, she found once again he was hard for her. She backed up against the side in the three foot level, Steve held her hips as he penetrated her again. As they fornicated, Alexis kissed her, fondled her breasts, tickled the clit. Yes, Cheryl had her last orgasm of the night, and soon afterwards she sensed tremors in Steve's body, he managed to fill his second woman of the night, a personal record for him, and one he'd always remember.

They kneeled in the water as a threesome, a few more kisses were shared, some indiscriminate groping, nothing serious, just flippant. At last they crawled out of the water.

"We forgot to bring towels," Alexis worried.

"You'll dry quick enough in this breeze," Cheryl calmed. "Listen guys, I'm going to head back to my room. It was a really great night, I'm so glad I bumped into you."

"Will we see each other again?" Steve hoped.

"Sure, give me a call tomorrow."

"But your clothes," Alexis complained.

"I'll pick them up. No worries." She walked off, not concerned if Alexis was fearful she'd be caught naked, but fondly remembering how she'd tasted her juices, brought her first woman to an orgasm. She hoped it wouldn't be the last.

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Chapter 7

Cheryl naturally woke around 8:15. What was it that allowed her to sleep in later down here? Back in Dayton she rose almost religiously by 6:30, so she could plan her day out before it started. Here, of course, the only planning necessary was what she was going to wear, and it didn't take a lot of thought! She opened the window to hear the sounds of birds and people talking.

As she performed her toilet, she thought about the chamber she was staying in. She'd reserved a rather inexpensive room, since then she'd been in three others: Wes & Pat's, which was only a little better appointed than hers, but it did have a view of the sea, Steve and Alexis' were in the swim-up suite, and then the wonderful overwater bungalow. If she ever returned here would she want to upgrade her room? Was it really necessary? Not really, she had access to all of the resort, and she'd not spent any time at all in the room. Okay, that first day she'd brought Wes over here, but he wasn't interested in the view, only the bed. She smiled delightfully at the memory.

Maybe, if she came here with a guy, someone who was into these things. Yeah, if it happened a better suite would be nice. And good lord, she had the money, thanks to the two-timer she was once married to.

Dressed, which meant only bikini bottoms, cover up and sandals - would she ever get used to wearing a bra again? - she headed out the door, only to find a laundry bag with last night's clothes in it on the step. "We had such a good time!" said the scrawl on the outside of the bag. How thoughtful!

Cheryl headed for the breakfast buffet, found a small table by the hedge separating the restaurant from the lawn. She was getting used to the stares of the other people, a single woman in this environment might as well have a flashing sign! As appropriate, she either ignored them or smiled winsomely, wondering if they were wondering if they were invited to introduce themselves, and possibly more. She'd have to develop this skill, particularly if she ever decided to visit a swing club back in Ohio.

Half a grapefruit, toast, she splurged with an omelette today. After all, she was on vacation, right? She was just pouring herself another cup of coffee when she heard, "Cheryl!"

"Hey, Wes, how are you? Come join me."

"Don't mind if I do." He was dressed in swimtrunks and a t-shirt, it took him a couple moments to go around and enter the buffet, grab coffee and a danish. "So what are you up to today?"

"Haven't a clue," Cheryl said, "I'm sure I'll find something. What are you and Pat doing?"

"She always wanted to try rock-climbing, there's a class. I'm going to take a sail. You seemed to enjoy it the other day, want to join me?"

"Sure, why not?" They left the eatery, walked together to the water sports area. In the bright light of day, there was only a faint glow of erotic desire, the kind that never quite leaves a woman and man who are attracted to each other. But neither of them had designs in the gleaming morning, it was just a slow burn. They threw their non-essentials into a locker, they took the boat out clothed only in trunks and bottoms.

Once out of the lee of the land, the breeze skipped them like a stone over the bay, when Wes found she liked it he pointed the craft directly into the incoming waves. "I was in an earthquake once," Cheryl said, "this is sort of the same motion."

As they sailed, Wes asked, "You've been enjoying yourself down here?"

"Quite a bit." She gave a mischievous grin alerting Wes she hadn't spent the nights with a book.

"That first afternoon, you were kind of nervous."

"But I was willing, wasn't I?" Cheryl laughed, not an iota of chagrin in her demeanor.

Wes smiled back. "You said you were looking to expand your horizons, I assume you've accomplished your mission. What have you learned?"

Cheryl thought. "Well, for starters, I always thought swingers were all beautiful people and were snooty. Believe it or not, I was worried I wouldn't fit in. I haven't had that problem at all, most of the people I've met down here are very nice. You and Pat right up at the top, I might add."

"Thank you!"

"Another thing I've learned is I like girls. You know Pat was the first girl who ever touched me. And last night I met a couple and the woman and I had a great time." By now, she knew her face was flushed and her nipples hard, a little from embarrassment, more from the remembrance of Alexis' and Pat's attentions.

"Let's see, what else have I learned? Nothing, I guess. Well, maybe. Just coming down here has opened my eyes. I'd like to continue in group sex when I get home, but it's going to be difficult."

"Why?" Wes asked.

"Well, my ex-husband was a business owner and we were very active socially. I got kicked out of the country club, they don't want divorced wives hanging around and tempting the husbands, but I'm still a member of a downtown club. I'm on the board of three charities, I play bridge, all of the social scene. Can you imagine what would happen if I was at an orgy some night and somebody I knew saw me?"

They both laughed at the notion. "Well, there's ways to find people for small gatherings that are pretty anonymous until you actually hook up. Pat and I have similar problems, if you want, we can help you. And you probably don't want to go to a swing club right in Dayton. Do they have any in Dayton?"

"I have no idea."

"But I'm sure they've got them in Cincinnati and Columbus. So let's suppose you go one night. Probably, no one will be there you know."

"But what if there is?" Cheryl asked.

"Pat and I have probably been to clubs a few dozen times. We only bumped into people we knew once."

"What happened?"

"It was a former boss of Pat's, it was early yet, she was still clothed, more or less. She skittered away from them and told me. A little later he and his wife came over, said hello. And that was that. You know, most people at clubs don't want to be outted any more than you do. It's not much of a problem. But I understand your concern."

Suddenly, the clouds over the adjoining headlands turned dark, the wind whipped up. Try as he might, Wes couldn't get the cat to head in the right direction, the boat flipped.

Both of them were swept off the port side, Wes helped Cheryl grab on to a line hanging off the capsized dinghy, for not more than three minutes they were deluged by thick raindrops pouring madly from the cloud. Cheryl was frankly fearful, the closeness of Wes and his apparent calmness soothed her.

As quickly as it started, the sky cleared, they were bathed in sunlight. "How do we get out of this?" Cheryl asked.

"No problem. If I worked real hard, I could probably get the boat righted. These sunfish are just meant for toddling around, they're not very weather proof. But the resort staff is watching us from the shore, they'll send a motor boat out. This has happened to me before."

Wes didn't seem worried, so Cheryl didn't either. Instead, she realized the side of her breast was poking into Wes's chest, in other circumstances it might lead to something more, but Cheryl was concerned about holding onto the rope, and her unstated - and unwarranted - fear of sharks. After awhile, it actually became a little fun, floating in the water four hundred yards from shore. Soon enough, a speedboat came by, the deckhands easily got the cat upright, Cheryl and Wes were invited aboard the motorized vessel while one of the guys sailed their boat back to shore.