Jenna's Second Day

Of course, once in the water Jenna plunged in and swam away just as she'd done yesterday and Robert was left to contemplate and watch the waves, and to watch Jenna's cute butt bobbing in the distance. In a few minutes she was back, grinning and telling him how much better the water felt when she had no suit at all.

"Going to be trying that at the neighborhood pool when we get home?"

She grinned, devilishly. "I might. Would you claim me if I did?"

"I don't know, I might do more than claim you." She giggled at that.

Some time spent just relaxing, then the snack bar for lunch, both still naked of course. Robert couldn't help looking around at some of the females gathered there to eat. It didn't take him long to realize that might not be the best idea. He wasn't quite used to the nudity yet and he could feel himself reacting to what he was seeing. It didn't help at all when Jenna reached over and squeezed it, whispering that he needed to calm down. She couldn't help but laugh when she said it. Of course, she was checking out some of the men as well, but her reactions were a little less visible than his. Also, she couldn't help but think about what might be coming tonight and, if it was like last night which she suspected it might be, then she'd be with a man and Robert with a woman and it might be one of those sitting right here at the bar eating. So, she was looking at both men and women and filing things away.

She noticed a movement across the bar and looked. It was Mario, subtly waving at her. There was a very pale but attractive red head sitting next to him. Jenna wasn't sure what English ladies looked like but thought this one maybe looked English, or perhaps Irish. Whatever it might be, she was certainly very pretty and Jenna's ego swelled just a mite. She remembered him telling her she was stunning and, if he felt that way about her with a wife like that, she couldn't help but be flattered. Of course, he might have just been, what do the guys say, "trying to get into her pants," but she had no pants on so that couldn't have been it. She almost blushed just from having that thought. Instead, she giggled quietly.

The day passed a little differently than yesterday had since Both Jenna and Robert knew a little more of what to expect from the evening. A short nap followed lunch with a quick trip to the beach before dinner. A shower, getting dressed and they headed to the courtyard for dinner and . . .

When they sat down at a table, they were quickly joined by the same couple who had been with them last evening.

"Well, was it what you expected?" the lady asked. They had learned that her name was Adrienne and her husband's name was Claude. Very French they had decided.

Jenna looked at Robert and he at her. She decided to answer. "We had no idea what to expect so, I guess we were a little surprised.

"I hope it turned out well for you both," Claude replied.

"Very different than what we're used to," Robert chipped in. "Very different."

"Are you staying for the entertainment tonight then?" Adrienne asked a little coyly.

"Yes, definitely," Jenna said.

"It must not have been too terribly different then," Adrienne came back quickly, "or maybe you've found this different to be entertaining. We have."

Jenna knew she was blushing slightly. "I guess we have too," she said quietly to Robert's emphatic nod.

"That's wonderful, then. Hopefully we'll see you again next year. We're here this week every year."

As Adrienne was talking, Robert couldn't help but think back to last night when Marjorie had told him he was the number 74 entry in her book. He looked around at the other couples. He and Jenna had a number one in their books . . . if they decided to keep a book. How long would it take to get to 74 and would number 74 for him be like he had been to Marjorie, obviously just another entry in her book. He hoped not, but he was hoping for something a little different than Marjorie tonight. Something a little more Jenna-esque maybe.

The lady with the wine bottle appeared and Jenna's glass was quickly filled. He wondered how long it would take her to empty this one and how many more she'd empty before the night was over. He liked it when she had a little extra wine during the evening. It made his nights more interesting. And he was sure it would make someone else's night very interesting very soon. He ordered another Wernesgruber as he had really enjoyed it last night. All of them actually. He might have to see if he could find it locally when he got back home.

As they ate, Jenna couldn't help but look at Claude. He was here and, if he stayed for the evening's activities, he could end up being her partner. She tried to picture that. She remembered the beginnings of a belly she had seen last evening when they all got topless. She also remembered Adrienne's huge, but saggy boobs and realized that Robert could be with her as well. She was trying to picture having sex with Claude as she ate her dinner and hoped it wasn't making her blush. She wondered what his thing might look like. She might find out. Or the man at the next table, with the long pony tail. Or the body builder she had held onto during the bunny hop last night. That was a scary thought. All those muscles.

There would be no bunny hop introductory dance tonight, just straight to business. Well, more pleasure than business of course. The man was at the PA again.

"Okay, let's get started. Women to my left and men to my right." Jenna's turn to move. The changing was done and took perhaps four or five minutes to get everyone straight. "Number off like you did last night." The numbering went much smoother tonight and it was determined that there were 35 in each group, one more than last night. Evidently some couple had gotten a little braver, or had just decided, what the heck. He checked with a lady standing beside him and she disappeared for a second, then ran to the other end and disappeared for a second time. "We try to keep this matching process much like children's games," he said with a laugh. "We had to make a slight adjustment as there is one more than last night. Okay. Hidden in the bushes along the wall behind me on both ends are little plastic eggs. Inside each egg is a number. Everyone, go to the bushes and find an egg. When you have your number, head for the other end and find someone who has a matching number, hopefully of the opposite sex," he added with a laugh. "Tonight, home base is the female's room. Start searching."

Jenna headed to the bushes as all the ladies spread out along the length of the wall. A little probing in the greenery and she found a purple egg. She opened it and discovered a little slip of paper with a seven on it. Lucky seven she thought. She hoped, anyway. She headed the other way calling out "seven, seven." With 70 people calling out numbers it was pretty chaotic as she was sure it had been planned. She hadn't found a seven yet when she spotted Robert, comparing numbers with a long, lithe blond that she had noticed at the snack bar. She was trying to remember what the rest of her looked like when she and Robert headed off to the door of the building. Based on just appearances, it seemed that Robert might be in for a more enjoyable night. She kept calling out, "seven, seven," when she was aware of a big smile headed toward her. Blond, curly hair, blue eyes, white teeth, nicely tanned and athletic looking.

"You are seven?" he said with an accent that she knew was Scandinavian but had no idea which country. She was amazed that all of these people from other countries spoke English. She spoke English too, but that was the extent of it. She held up her little slip of paper.

"Seven," she said, returning his smile.

"I am Lars," he said, extending his hand.

She took his hand. "Jenna," she answered, still smiling. Lars was rather gorgeous.

"Ah," he said. "An English name but you are not from England."

"Oh, no," she answered. "I'm from the United States."

"Ah, I hear that now. Hello, Jenna," he said with a little bow, still holding her hand.

She gulped. What the heck. "I guess we're partners tonight," she said, wondering where the words were coming from.

"Yes, and already I can see that is my pleasure."

Oh my gosh. He either had a great line or she was in luck again and he certainly did have blue eyes. He quickly switched his hand from the shaking position to holding her hand.

"To your room?" he asked gently.

That's the plan, she thought as she started for the door, Lars right beside her.

She opened the door to 203 and went inside, Lars following right behind her. She was trying to think how many glasses of wine she'd had with dinner. At least three. Maybe that was enough. Lars was sure a good-looking guy.

"So," he said. "I'm always curious. This is my, actually our, second year here. How about you?"

This was getting to be a routine, explaining why they were there. She gestured for him to sit down and she joined him, relating the story one more time. She watched his eyes get wide.

"You didn't know, at all?"

"Not at all," she echoed.

"And at home?"

She knew what he was asking even though he didn't say it. "Not at all," she repeated.

Now he settled back in the chair and looked at her, smiling. She was trying her best to decipher that look but didn't seem to be having much luck. The thought "fresh meat" flashed through her mind but he hadn't seemed like that in the, umm, five minutes she had known him.

"That's interesting," he said, nodding slightly. "I can't imagine something like that. My wife and I came here last year because," he paused, thinking. "Because it just seemed to fit with what we wanted to do. In Sweden, things can be very, loose," he said, a questioning look on his face.

So, she thought, he's Swedish. And, this guy is not just an amateur, showing up for weekends. He's a full-time pro. That thought was a little disturbing.

Lars questioned her some more and she was totally fascinated very quickly with his accent. She was in someplace very different from home and here was a man, very different than anything at home. Soon she was asking him questions, making him talk so she could listen. She knew a few guys with blue eyes too, but she was sure they weren't like Lars' blue eyes.

It was toward the ending of a beautiful dusk outside and she was wondering just what was going to happen here, inside. She saw Lars take a deep breath.

"Do you know the patio, out back?" he asked, gesturing.

"I've seen it," she said, her curiosity now piqued.

"Let's go out there," he said simply.

"Outside?" she questioned.

"It's warm and beautiful and, being from Sweden, I treasure warmth outside." He said that with a laugh.

Well, she thought, if he wants to go outside, she could do that. She stood up and headed for the door.

"Oh no," he said quickly and she stopped. He was grinning at her. "Have you been to the beach?"

"Both days," she replied.

"What were you wearing there?" he asked, a little teasing quality to his voice.

It was her turn to take a breath. "Nothing," she replied simply.

"Then let's do that," he said and began taking off his clothes.

She had been naked at the beach, but this would be different. This would be walking through the halls and out the door onto the patio. There might be people there as well, who knows? She bit her lower lip. What was he planning to do on the patio, or didn't she want to know that just yet? Watching him carefully, she began to strip as well. Soon they were both naked and she was certainly checking. He was not Mario. He was pretty much the same as Robert. And, she could see those blue eyes checking her as well. Surprising herself, her nipples began to respond to his looking. All she could think right then was that this certainly was a new Jenna.

He took her hand and they were out the door. She had no place to put a key.

"It will be fine unlocked," he said.

Near the end of the hall they passed another couple, fully clothed. They smiled and Lars smiled but Jenna was having trouble concentrating and didn't smile. She had noticed, before they left the room, that Lars had complimented her. At least his partial erection had. She remembered what Mario had said. Soon they were down the stair and on the patio. They sat down on two loungers a little off to the side but not far enough that the server didn't see them.

"May I bring you something?" she said with a smile. Just a friendly smile and not a gawking smile. Jenna guessed she was used to this. Maybe she'd be one day too, but not quite yet. Lars gestured to her.

"Some of the white wine they served at dinner would be perfect," Jenna said, trying to look the server in the eye as if this was an everyday thing, sitting here with a stranger, the aura of sex hanging in the air. Lars nodded at the server in assent.

In short minutes she was back with two glasses and an ice bucket with a large bottle (1.5 liter) of wine.

"I thought I'd bring the whole bottle," she said coyly. "I thought you might not want to be disturbed later." Quickly she was gone. Did she know what was going to happen? Did Jenna?

Lars poured two glasses, handed one to her, then sat down, looking at her. She took a rather large sip of the wine and was looking right back at Lars. Sitting there naked, looking at a very handsome and also very naked man, she was wondering what might be coming next. She found herself hoping that it wouldn't be just chit-chat.

Meanwhile, Jenna had been very correct in assuming the rather tall and lithe blond she saw Robert with had matched his number and they were in the process of heading to her room. Not surprisingly, Robert was smiling and his heart was beating a little faster as he remembered last night and couldn't help but compare this one to Marjorie. No comparison -- none at all. Nothing had happened yet but this one certainly didn't look like Marjorie and she had actually kissed him on the cheek when they started to her room. She had grabbed his hand and was walking beside him as they went and he was kind of wishing that she'd just be leading him and he could be watching that delicious looking and he was sure, wiggling ass that he had just gotten a glimpse of when they met.

Once inside her room, she turned to Robert. "I'm Astrid, and you?"

"Robert," he answered and couldn't help smiling at the bubbly personality he was facing.

"You have clothes on. Take them off," she said, gesturing.

"You too," he quickly replied.

"My room so you have to go first." She was not backing down.

Robert realized that if he were first, then she would be second and that would be fine with him as he was already anxious to see what was hiding under the limited clothes she was wearing. Stripping was simple for him. Shirt, shorts, boxers and it was done. Another bubbly smile from her.

"Ooohhhh," that's good, she said.

A good start, Robert thought. "Your turn," was his quick reply.

"Would you like me to dance for you while I do it?"

As far as Robert was concerned, anything she could do short of leaving the room was fine with him. "Would be great," he replied, anxious to see this.

Now the expression on Astrid's face changed completely, from that bubbly and giggly look to a very, very sensuous, lip licking look that he knew was going to make something happen. Her body began to undulate, her hips swaying along with the slow and very suggestive lip licking and Robert felt his erection beginning. Plus, she was looking directly at it as she moved, almost like beckoning it to rise up to greet her.

"You're almost ready, aren't you?" she said suggestively. "Let me help it a little."

Astrid began to sing softly and to dance along with the singing. She kicked off her sandals and danced on tiptoes, spinning and actually doing small leaps. While spinning she was unbuttoning her blouse and with a final spin it was off and flying to Robert's lap. Now he was wondering just what the lacy red bra was hiding. Some more spins, some very graceful arm movements and almost without him seeing how it was done, the bra was off, and on his lap as well.

He almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. Everything that was visible was smooth, creamy and flawlessly pale. Astrid's breasts were certainly not large, just perfectly shaped, standing straight out with a dark, pink nipples centered in pale, pink areolas. As she spun and danced, if they jiggled or moved much at all, he didn't think he could see it. Next came her shorts, quickly off with more graceful spins and added to the growing pile in his lap. The red bikini undies were all that was left and she was beckoning to him. He was quickly up as she was dancing in circles around him, those perfect breasts just inches away sometimes, her face even closer.

"Take them off of me," she whispered as she paused her dance, on tiptoes and arms straight up above her head. She was so near that his erection was oh so close to where those red bottoms were hiding that last thing he hadn't seen yet. Doing as he was told, he slowly and carefully slid them down her legs, his face now within a tongue's length of what had been hidden, a downy blond triangle that did little to hide what was underneath. When he straightened up with the panties, she took them from him and pressed them to his face, careful that the tiny crotch material was at his nose. He inhaled deeply, a light but pleasantly musky odor filling his nostrils.

"That's me," she said as she stepped closer to him, then right against him. Those gorgeous nipples were pressed against his chest and his erection, that had been pointing upward was now squeezed against her stomach. She moved slightly and he felt her hand take hold of it and move it downward so it was between her legs. She squeezed her legs together. "Tease me," she whispered. He began to move with gentle in and out strokes and could feel the head rubbing against her dampness. She was just his height and they were eye to eye, her breathing heavy against his face.

"So close," he said softly.

"Yes," she murmured. "So close. So very close. Touching."

The way Lars was looking at her, Jenna knew that it was going to be more than chit-chat for sure. His eyes were tracing her body from head to toe and back again. And he did it several times. Slowly he stood up and went to the ice bucket, then came toward her with a piece of the ice in his hand. He sat down on the edge of her lounger and slowly rubbed it back and forth against her lips. Her tongue came out and licked its cold wetness. Then it was against her chest and he made a slow, wet ring around one breast. When he got to the top the ice cube moved slowly down her breast until it was on the nipple. She watched her nipple pop up and the areola shrink and crinkle.

"Oh," he said, and moved the ice to the other nipple with the same result. He slowly moved the ice cube to his mouth, rubbed it on his own lips and then it just disappeared. "They must be cold," he said with a smile. "I can fix that." She watched him slide along the lounger, then bend slowly until her left nipple was in his mouth. His tongue rolled it from one side to the other, his eyes fixed on hers. She was beginning to have that breathing trouble again and wished she had more wine. Some gentle sucking and then he released the nipple. "Better," he said, then leaned across and did the same to her right nipple. "That was so nice I'm going to do it again, unless someone stops me." Jenna decided she wasn't about to stop him so she just watched.

Lars had another piece of ice and brought it to her lips again. This time she opened her mouth and took the ice in, along with his fingers. He let loose and the ice balanced on her tongue. No fingers to take it this time, his head leaned in and his mouth closed on her tongue, and the ice was gone into his mouth, but only briefly as it was again on her nipples with that same fascinating result. Lars was six inches away, looking from one to the other, his head shaking ever so slightly.